We are celebrating stories that donate proceeds to charity this week, and that means you get a smoochy excerpt from my short story The Actress.
This was written for Alesia Brio's Coming Together; as One which is an anthology featuring exclusively menage stories. All proceeds go to the charity ONE which aims to end global poverty.
Sapphire Makepeace has lived her red carpet life of champagne, caviar, and glittering Oscars to the fullest. But she's also used her celebrity to raise money for charity, one such endeavor included a daring expedition to the summit of Mount Everest in which the world feared her early demise when she became trapped by a furious storm.
It was this storm that resulted in the queen of cinema, Hollywood's angel, having a secret shared with only two men: Andy and Lee Driver, brothers, English, mountaineering adrenalin junkies.Fifty four years later their names still roll around her tongue a hundred times a day, because an encounter that extreme, that intense is one that lasts an entire lifetime.
Lee swept his eyes over my petite frame, and despite my painfully frozen thoughts, I noticed he lingered on the swell of my breasts.
"Well, I s—s—stopped feeling so cold whilst you were doing the... the tent."
"Shit, Sapphire, one of the symptoms of hypothermia is to stop feeling cold." He reached out and popped open my waterproof trousers. "There's only one thing for it. Get these off, now."
"Why?" I said with a weak attempt at being indignant.
"Because, if we don't get your core temperature up a few degrees, the only role you'll be good for when you get back to Hollywood is playing a bloody corpse."
Lee worked on my boots, freed my feet, then grabbed the hem of my trousers and literally tipped me out of them.
Andy fiddled noisily with the zips on the sleeping bags. "In," he instructed holding up the opening of the now one big sleeping bag. "Quick, before your hypothermia becomes irreversible."
I did as I was told and shoved my frozen legs into the silky insides of the bag. It felt smooth and soft against my thermal trousers, and I could hear the swish of the synthetic material as I moved, but it was still cold, my feet were still numb. I didn't have enough heat in my body to warm the space. Next thing I knew, Lee was rooting in beside me in just his thermals, his big body hulking all the way down the sleeping bag and touching the entire length of mine. "What are you doing?" I asked on a shiver, unable to curl into a foetal position because of the way he was dominating the bag.
"Saving your life," he said. "Again." He turned on his right side and in a scooping movement pulled me tight against his broad chest.
My breasts mashed against his pecs, and I bent my arms up into the cradle he created for me. His legs entwined with mine to create maximum surface area connection. The heat pouring from his body was intoxicating; like a glass of water to someone dying of thirst or a cylinder of oxygen to a suffocating man. I whimpered pathetically and snuggled deeper into him. I closed my eyes and got a dose of his raw, male pheromones seeping though his thermal top. It didn't smell like Dean's sharp, citrus cologne. It was musky and natural, unfamiliar but delicious. It did strange things to my erratically circulating blood which began to pool pleasurably in my belly, creating a new type of heat that was inappropriate for the seriousness of the situation.
"Budge over a bit," Andy husked from behind my shoulder.
Lee shuffled me even closer, and I felt the long hard length of his penis pressing into my thigh. Before I had time to react to this observation, Andy was sliding in behind me. His chest wedged firmly against my back and his thermal trousered legs tangled with mine and Lee's.
Lee moved his hand down to the juncture between my groin and hip to allow his brother's body to connect uninterrupted with mine. I didn't move his hand. I should have, but I didn't. I liked it there. Sandwiched between two chunks of raw maleness made me feel tiny and feminine, looked after and cherished. Surrounded by high energy testosterone and granite muscle gave me a much needed sense of safety and contentment when death was knocking at my door. I fluttered my eyes closed and gratefully felt my extremities tingle back to life. Andy adjusted his position and squeezed in even closer behind me, spooning his hips around my buttocks. Judging by the rapid hardening of his dick as it settled in the crack of my butt, I guessed I wasn't the only one enjoying my treatment for hypothermia.
"Sorry," he whispered into my ear, his warm breath tickling over my one scrap of exposed flesh.
"For what?" I murmured into Lee's chest, not moving my head from the pocket of precious warmth I'd created around my face.
"For... you know..." I heard him swallow tightly. "I guess it's not every day mere mortals like us get to snuggle up to one of the world's most beautiful women. Some kind of reaction has to be expected."
"I don't understand." I mumbled, though I did understand. Totally. However, I wouldn't describe Andy or Lee as mere mortals. Some of the feats I'd heard those two had accomplished topped every Hollywood stunt.
"I think you do." He tipped his pelvis harder into my butt, and I could tell he was fully erect now.
"Oh," I said, a bubble of excitement popping in my chest.
"Yeah, but don't be alarmed, sexual arousal is scientifically proven to help with the re-warming process." His voice was a low rumble and vibrated from his hot chest onto my back. "It's in all the survival guide books." Lee laughed out loud at his brother's words as the wind shook the tent with a new found strength. Flicking and flacking over our heads like an enraged demon, it wouldn't let us forget it was there, waiting for us.
I looked up, into Lee's face, wondering how he could laugh at a time like this; how they could carry on their incessant banter. "Do you think we'll get off this mountain alive?" I asked.
"Sure hope so, babe," he said, his smile dropping at my anxious tone. "But I've never had a storm come in that fast before on the North Ridge."
"Oh." I snuggled my face back into his chest not feeling reassured in the slightest. He could have jollied me along a little. After all, I was the novice here.
"We'll just have to stick it out until it passes." He tipped my chin with the crook of his index finger so he could see my eyes again. "Don't worry. They always pass... eventually."
"Yeah, it's just whether or not we've got enough food to survive," Andy said, his hand rubbing up and down my outer thigh with a firm steady pressure. "You're burning triple calories up here with the altitude and the cold."
"Have we got much food left?" An uncontrollable shiver caught me and wound its way from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. "You know, to keep us alive until it passes?"
"Depends how long 'til it dies out," Lee said. "They can last for weeks."
Terror uncoiled within me, I looked past Lee's face at the billowing fabric of the tent only a foot from my face, another two feet beyond that was a deathly drop through the elements. I began to shake even more than I had when I was cold. Every nerve and muscle in my body jumped around like a bouncing bean.
"Hey, hey," said Lee. "Stop worrying. It's okay. We won't let anything happen to you." And then his lips were on mine. Pressing down firmly, dominantly, his tongue probed past my teeth and swept around the inside of my mouth.
I squeaked and pushed at his chest. "What are you doing?" I said into his mouth. "Lee..."
"Taking your mind of it." His tongue swept across his bottom lip as though savouring my taste.
"I'm married," I said with a frown. "To Dean Mayer."
"Yeah, I know. Everyone on the planet knows. But he's not here to distract you from the terror of being on Everest in a storm, is he?" "Or the discomfort of suffering from acute hypothermia," Andy added as he snuggled his face into my nape. The soft bristles of his soul patch scratched at my delicate skin. "Let us take your mind off it, Sapphire. I promise it'll help."
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Oh dear, what a dilemma for Sapphire!!
You can buy The Actress here for $0.99 or the whole anthology Coming Together; as One here. Remember all proceeds go to charity.
And to get everyone in the mood for menage I am giving away a copy of ORCHESTRATING MANOEUVRES my steamy story about another starlet, supermodel Tiffany O'dell and two very gorgeous Italian pianists. Just leave me a comment below telling me which two guys or gals you'd most like to hook up with in a fantasy menage - don't forget to leave your email address - and then on the 31st of March I will pick a winner at random to win a pdf copy of this e-novella.
Blurb for Orchestrating Manoeuvres
I have everything a girl could want; money, beauty, friends in high places. So why does it feel as if there’s a hole the size of Antarctica in my soul?
Because missing Dale has become a way of life and now instead of making love to the man of my dreams I rely on my battery-powered Rampant Rocker and spend my days dodging work and slugging champagne-until, that is, the two heart-stoppingly gorgeous Italian pianists who make up Ingresso Livello decide they want me.
Sing praise to the Lord! That was a red letter day, I can tell you!
Being asked to appear alongside them was risqué and controversial and set many tongues a-wagging. Plus they had a very unique way of thanking me for my troubles-turns out these two delectable musicians were as talented at creating erotic delights in the bedroom as they were at playing mesmerising music on stage.
Just the medicine for my broken heart? Well, it was certainly a deliciously sexy distraction and I would never, ever listen to the tinkling notes of a grand piano the same way again. And as for my broken heart? Well, it felt a whole lot better when everything slotted neatly into place.
Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage, M/M and a toy of the vibrating variety!
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