January (Calendar Girl #1) Anthology Anthology (106 page)

“Nice to meet you, Mia. I look forward to working with you tonight,” he said sweetly. Okay, sweet, muscled, and hotter than hell? The universe is a sick, twisted bitch. Now I understood why they characterized it as a vindictive woman. Any god that could create Aiden, Alec, and Wes—three perfect incarnations of male forms, all coming into my life within weeks of each other—was an expert at cruel and unusual punishment.

I grumbled a greeting than turned to Alec. “What do you mean? I’m going to pose with him?”

“Forbidden Love,
chèrie
. I’m going to take stills of you both making love on the canvas.”

The words
making love
crashed into me and my head jerked back. “Explain…fast,” I warned speaking through a clenched jaw.

“Oh,
non
, you will not be
faire l'amour
,” he rushed to say. “Making real love,
non
. It will be staged for the camera.” He cupped my face in both hands. “
Maintenant
,
tu comprends
? You understand now?”

“No, not even a little bit. More details before I high-tail it out of here, Frenchie,” I said using the tone he was now intimately familiar with after almost two weeks together.

Alec pinched his lips together and placed his hands on his hips. Aiden moved over into a chair and sat down away from us. I appreciated the gesture of trying to give us some space.

“
Mon amour
, I need to have the two of you, bare, holding onto one another like lovers. Then when I have enough, I shall paint it.” He moved closer, “Of course, that is after I make love to you.” His nose came close and he slid it alongside mine sending prickles of excitement to tingle and taunt my senses. “It will be my most inspiring piece yet. You and this man, who is very male, deep in the throes of passion.” He leaned forward and kissed me briefly, licking just my bottom lip before pulling away. Frenchie used his kiss to talk me into something without
needing
to talk me into it. Bastard hot French guy. 

I huffed and pushed my hair back from my eyes. “You said bare, as in naked, or did I miss that?”

“
Oui
, you know I need to see the body in order to paint it. Besides, no woman has a more beautiful body than yours.” His eyes scanned my jeans and tight camisole. I hadn’t bothered to wear a bra knowing I was going to be at least naked on top today, and with the way his gaze was running up and down my body, my nipples were beading tight, clearly visible. His hands stroked the side of my ribs, and his fingers brushed over the erect peaks. “I see you like this idea very much.”

I pressed close into his body, thankful that my back was to Aiden. “I like the idea of being with you, but this guy, I don’t know,” I said honestly. It was hard enough baring my body to Alec for his art, but to be naked and rolling around with another naked guy pretending to make love to him? Seemed really forced, unlike the other pictures we’d done that were just Alec and me.

He watched me and waited for me to work through his request. His tawny eyes were kind, no pressure. And it wasn’t like I had to have sex with the man. Just pretend to. I looked over at Aiden. His knees were bobbing up and down while he glanced at us then away quickly. “Fine, I’ll try. For you.” I wanted him to know this was not something I waited my entire life to do. It was outside my comfort zone, more so than being naked in front of him. I was doing it because I trusted his vision. 

“Okay, Mia, you go over there and remove your clothes. Aiden, your robe.” Alec was all business once more. Aiden stood and removed his robe. His gorgeous, naked body was on full display. Even soft, he was impressive. He’d make some woman very happy with what he was packing. I giggled looking at him but not seeing him.

Aiden frowned. “Something wrong?” He looked down his naked body and placed a hand tentatively over his dick.

I knew my eyes turned into giant saucers as it dawned on me what he thought I was giggling at. “Oh my goodness, no! You’ve got a great dick...I mean...um...I wasn’t laughing at your size. Ugggh.” I groaned and lifted my head to the ceiling. Fuck Mia. Now you’ve gone and made Adonis question his manhood. “Why can’t I ever be normal?” I blew out a huge breath, my lips puffing out like a fish. Aiden chuckled.

“It’s okay. I get you.” His lips quirked and he walked over to the white sheet covering a padded surface and sat down in the center. 

“Honestly, Aiden, I was thinking about how hot you are and how you’d make some woman very happy.” I opened my jeans and pushed them down my legs.

He grinned. “No complaints from my girlfriend.” Then he winked and all of a sudden it was okay. He had a girlfriend. Just knowing that he was here to pose and had a girlfriend at home made me feel so much better. It shouldn’t, seeing as I was going to be rolling around naked with the guy, but it did.

“Completely naked,
ma jolie
,” Alec said while climbing up the ladder above the space. I yanked my camisole over my head and my boobs bounced free, the nipples pulling into tight knots once more, only this time at the chill. “There’s a heater there, so when you get on the padding with Aiden you will feel warm.”

With a deep breath, I pushed down my panties and hopped over to the mat. My ankle was almost healed, but it smarted when I put too much pressure on it. I wanted to be careful with it to make sure it completely healed before I tried putting my full weight on it. Once I hit the mat, I crawled shyly over to Aiden.

“Don’t worry. You’ve got a smokin’ hot body yourself. You ready for me to touch you?”

I licked my lips and stared up into the bright lights above. I could barely see the outline of Alec’s form. Fear crawled along my skin making gooseflesh bump at the surface.

“Um, I guess,” I said not really meaning it at all.

“Lie back, Mia. Aiden, put your arm under her neck so she’s resting her head on it. Place that right hand around her body and hold her back.” Aiden got close and leaned onto his side. I looked down and could see his dick had hardened. I gulped and bit my lip trying to shake off the creepy crawly feelings I had seeing his excitement. I knew it was natural for a man to get hard when seeing a naked woman, but still, I didn’t like it. At all.

Alec continued spouting orders. “Pull her thigh up and over yours to hide your manhood.” Aiden followed direction and gripped me by the knee and pulled my leg over his. That’s when his dick nestled against my pelvis, and I cringed.

“Mia,” Alec snapped. “Pretend you’re holding the man you love. Look into his eyes.” I ground my teeth and looked up. Aiden’s eyes were a chocolate brown. Kind, yet filled with the exact thing I didn’t want to see. Lust. I bit my lip and held my hands loosely at his waist. His hand slid up my thigh then curved around the cheek of my ass. I stiffened. The camera clicked several times. Aiden’s breath seemed incredibly loud in the space between our faces.

“Mia, you’re not pretending,” Alec warned. “Lift your neck. Now Aiden, kiss along the column slowly while I capture it. Dig your fingers into her flesh. He did, and I followed direction. As Aiden pressed his length harder into me, I could feel a tiny bit of moisture touch my skin. Swallowing hard, I started counting in my head hoping to God Alec would get his shot and this would be over soon.

Alec clomped down the ladder. “This is not working.
Pas bon
. Not good.” He brought a hand to his temples and paced. “Two beautiful bodies entwined should be
magnifique, oui
?” He was talking to himself. I pulled away and crossed my hands over my chest to wait it out. Alec’s eyes came to mine. Aiden touched my shoulder, but, when he did, I flinched. Alec’s gaze caught it. He saw everything.

“Aiden, you may go.” He walked forward and handed him the robe.

“But what about the shoot? I need the money from this job,” he said worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

“You will be paid. You’ve done well. My vision is specific. The first piece will be painted.” Aiden’s eyes lit up.

“Really?”

Alec gave him a small smile and clapped him on the shoulder. “Really. Now go. I must work now with my muse.”

Aiden headed to the bathroom to change. Alec handed me his personal robe, which made me smile wide. I pulled it on and sat cross-legged on the padding. He came and sat next to me.

“You did not like this shoot.”
No shit Sherlock.
I sat there quietly waiting for him to come to whatever conclusions he wanted to.

“I need this shot. So I have an idea.”

“Okay.” My voice was small and timid, worried that he was upset with my performance.

He slid a hand to my face and looked intently into my eyes. “I will be your muse for the shoot.” 

Chapter 7

“You? My muse? How does that work?”

I could hear Aiden move through the other side of the loft, open the elevator and slam the gate shut. That’s when Alec stood and pulled off his long sleeved thermal shirt. His chest shone in the bright lights of the loft. Then he yanked on the wide brown leather belt. Once he’d unbuckled it, he unzipped his pants and shimmied them down. Again, commando. I licked my lips and gripped his hips then looked up his beautiful body.

“You will pose with me. I will use this.” He held up a cordless remote control. It was cylindrical with a red button on top. It reminded me of an action movie where the bad guy had a bomb strapped to his chest with a cord and a button. Alec pressed the button and the camera flashed. “See, I will do the poses with you. Only with me, it will be
real
love on canvas.”

Now this concept had definite possibilities. I grinned wickedly and lifted up both of my hands along his sides, leaned forward and placed a kiss on the crown of his cock. He cupped my cheek with one hand while I showed him my appreciation for this brilliant idea. Once I licked his entire length, I pulled back. “You didn’t have to do that you know.”

“Yes I did,
ma jolie
. You were not comfortable. One frown on your pretty face was too much. I knew the concept was hard to begin with, but seeing your face as he touched you, knowing that you were trying for me...
non, ce n'était pas bon
, not good. I should have known. You have committed to me for this time. That means you would not look to be in love with a stranger. Real love, the kind I want in my art must be
authentique
, real, and it must be given willingly.”

I moved forward and took him into my mouth, sucking hard, showing how much his words meant to me. He valued my comfort above all and understood that I wasn’t just a good-time girl. I was his completely for the month. We’d agreed upon it, and he’d taken that vow seriously, now more than ever before. Alec shifted and leaned back, his head tilting to the sky as I took him as far as I could down my throat. The camera clicked. Knowing he’d caught this private moment between us made me wetter, hotter for him. I wanted nothing more than to be taken, right here, right now.

He fucked my mouth for a time then abruptly pulled away. “Your mouth, it is too good. Alas, I need the image of us joined in the act of love.” I nodded while he walked a few steps away, picked up his jeans and pulled out a condom. I wanted to tell him I was on birth control and that technically he didn’t have to use one, but I refrained. Something about that didn’t feel right. He suited up his erection and prowled over to me. He positioned me on my side the same way he did with Aiden. Only this time, I got as close as possible, smashing my breasts against his firm chest and willingly touched him…everywhere.

“I see you are no longer camera shy.” His lips crooked into a smirk.

“Oh shut up and take your picture, Frenchie,” I said then put my mouth over his. I could hear the camera click every so often. His hands clung to my naked body as the lights flashed and blinked. At one point, he had the clicker in the same hand as my breast. I could feel the cold tip digging into my nipple adding a frisson of pleasure and pain against the aching peak.

“Now for the real love.” He opened my leg, wedged his hips between mine and entered me, inch by delicious inch. My head tipped back and my hips arched forward. “
Oui
,
chèrie
, take my love,” he whispered and pushed his way inside. He gripped my hip and pulled hard, slamming his thick cock home, pressing on that high spot within and crushing my O-trigger in the process.

Gone.

Instant gratification cut deep when the orgasm ricocheted through my body as if it played ping-pong up my spine. I held him close, never able to get close enough, my body bowed almost painfully as I held on to the high. Lights flashed behind my closed eyes, only it wasn’t me, it was the camera. Capturing a most blissful moment in time.

Once he brought me down, I rolled him over and got on top. I stole the clicker from him. “Fair is fair,” I grinned. Instead of stealing back the control he put those artists’ hands over my breasts and played with my nipples, tugging and rubbing until they were white hot burning points of pure, raw, need. I leaned my head back sitting astride him. Then I lifted up and slammed down. His body tightened, and I clicked the camera. These may not be for his exhibit, but they were going to be hot as hell and to an artist, it’s the gift that keeps on giving long after it’s gone.

I rode my Frenchman so hard he was panting and growling in his pleasure. I waited until he started speaking in non-stop French before I’d allow him a reprieve. That’s when I knew he was closing in on the point of no return. 

“Votre sexe est si chaud.”

“Je pourrais vous aimer toute la nuit.”

“Encore plus, bébé.”
More, baby. I learned that one early on in our physical relationship.

Before I could take him
there
, he rolled me back over on my side. God, the man was a maniac in the sack. His stamina was unparalleled. His hips pounded into mine crushing my clit in the process. Before I knew it, I was back on the edge of heaven again. Both our bodies were slick with sweat. The set lamps only added to the heat.