Bossy Brothers Luke, page 1
Contents
Bossy Brothers: Luke
DESCRIPTION
CHAPTER ONE - LUKE
CHAPTER TWO - ZACH
CHAPTER THREE - POSIE
CHAPTER FOUR - LUKE
CHAPTER FIVE - ZACH
CHAPTER SIX - POSIE
CHAPTER SEVEN - LUKE
CHAPTER EIGHT - ZACH
CHAPTER NINE - POSIE
CHAPTER TEN - LUKE
CHAPTER ELEVEN - ZACH
CHAPTER TWLEVE - POSIE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - LUKE
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - ZACH
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - POSIE
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - LUKE
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - ZACH
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - POSIE
CHAPTER NINETEEN - LUKE
CHAPTER TWENTY - ZACH
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - POSIE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - LUKE
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - ZACH
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - POSIE
END OF BOOK SHIT
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
BOSSY BROTHERS SERIES
BOOK SEVEN
Edited by RJ Locksley
Cover Design: JA Huss
Copyright © 2021 by JA Huss
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ISBN-978-1-950232-57-4
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Two hot men seeking a fun, flirty girl with a sense of adventure. You in?
My life changed the day Zach Boston walked into it. And we’ve been inseparable best friends and lovers ever since. But he’s almost seven years younger than me and I remember all too well what my twenties were like - A new adventure every day, non-stop partying every night, and a new girl (or guy) whenever I got bored.
That’s why Zach and I always have a third.
Girls are how we’ve kept it fresh all year.
We’ve gone through dozens of them since we got serious and I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the dynamic of a threesome, because I do.
But when this cute girl with pink hair comes sailing into our lives and upends everything—I don’t know if we’ll survive it.
Bossy Brothers: Luke is the final book in the Bossy Brothers series and features a sweet and sexy MMF ménage with two hot, committed men and a pink-haired gossip reporter desperate for a scoop. But when she stumbles into more secrets than she can handle, her boys need to call on all the Boston and Dumas brothers to keep her safe.
CHAPTER ONE - LUKE
The music in the club is thumping and heavy with bass. Neon lights flash across happy faces, bodies barely covered, sweaty and writhing in the heat of a Saturday night in Miami.
I’m slumped up against a wall, sipping some very nice whiskey and watching Zach Boston grind his hips against two mostly naked women. He’s captured between them and both girls are smiling with the thought of what this might lead to.
Zach Boston might not be the most attractive guy in this club, but he’s definitely in the top three. His hair looks more blond than brown under the flashing lights, his normally fair skin is tanned from spending the better part of a year here in Florida with me, and his tight white t-shirt shows off all the muscles in his upper body. Don’t even get me started on the faded, ripped jeans. I fucking love his ass in those jeans.
“You should just talk to him.”
I turn my head to the left and notice that a girl has joined me along the wall. She’s dressed head to toe in neon pink.
Well. I use the term ‘head to toe’ generously. Her firm, round breasts nicely fill out a cropped, tie-front halter that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Her shorts are definitely short. In fact, let’s just call her outfit a bikini. She’s small. A little bit tiny, actually. But her tits and hips are nice and round. She has long, pink hair with bangs that frame an amazing set of blue-violet eyes. She reminds me of an anime character I was obsessed with when I was fourteen, so internally I tag her Princess Euphemia.
Everyone I meet gets a tag instead of a name. I hate remembering names. Even Zach had a tag for a week before I decided he was gonna be a permanent fixture in my life.
I called him Slick because he’s quick like that. Got an answer for anything. Even if you’re not asking questions, Zach Boston has the answer.
“What?” I yell back at Euphemia over the music.
She points at the undulating mass of bodies in the center of the club. “You’re looking at that guy.” She pauses here to see if I have anything to add. But I don’t, so she continues. “The hot one. With the two girls. Two.” She holds up two fingers in a peace sign. “One for you. One for him.”
I chuckle and shake my head.
“What? Are you gonna stand here and deny that wasn’t what you were thinking?”
I side-eye her, but just sip my whiskey instead of answering.
She hooks her arm in mine, like we are the best of friends, then blinks her large eyes up at me. “You’re not gonna get any action standing on the edge of things. You have to put yourself out there.”
“Like you are?”
She hides a grin. “I’m here, aren’t I? Talking to you.”
“Ah.” I nod knowingly. “So it’s really you picturing yourself between him and I, then. Isn’t it?”
She doesn’t even bother to blush. Just says, “Maybe.”
I look back over to Zach, wondering if he’ll choose between the two girls or bring them both over here. We don’t often invite two girls home with us. That feels a little too swappish, and that’s not what we’re looking for.
We like the tag team. One girl between us at a time.
Euphemia is leaning up on her tiptoes now, trying to reach my ear. If I weren’t slouching against this wall, she’d have no hope of doing that. But as it is, she manages. “He’s hot. But younger than you.”
I scoff. It’s true that Zach Boston is the real baby of that family. He’s only twenty-three. But I’m not that much older. I might be turning thirty this December, but I’m not there yet.
“Maybe even… a little out of your league,” Euphemia continues.
“Trust me. He’s not out of my league.”
I feel her shrug. “He so is. I know him.”
“You do not.”
“So do. I was with him last weekend. He fucked me into this Sunday.”
I sneer down at her.
“What? You don’t believe me?”
“What’s his name?”
“Like I’d tell you. Get your own moves, buddy.”
Ha. “You’re the one who told me to go put myself out there. Now you’re gonna get all jealous?”
She smirks, but doesn’t look at me. Just pretends to be interested in everything happening around us.
“Whatever.” I take my attention back to the packed dance floor and try to shrug off her grip.
“Zach,” she says, her hands tightening around my biceps as she once again leans up to get closer to me. “His name is Zach.”
“How do you know that?”
“I told you. I was with him last weekend. He asked me to meet him here tonight. But I got held up, so I was late. I guess he started without me. But it’s OK. I’m not the jealous type.”
I realize I’m looking at her again, but catch myself and turn my head to the right to think this through.
Was he with this girl last weekend?
Dumas Water Adventures—my part of the family business—goes off during the summer. We are busy every day, all day long. But I was getting a little bored with renting out hydroboards and doing jet ski tours, so this year I added a floating beachside bar and bought a new yacht to run overnight dive trips. I also, for the first time ever, hired a shitload of people to help me out so I could concentrate on the new yacht. Last weekend was my first official overnight client. Zach was gonna come along, but he partied pretty hard the night before and was nursing a wicked hangover, so I told him to stay home.
“What did you guys do?”
“Hmm?”
Oh. Now she’s acting like she’s not interested in me. Fucking girls. This is why I prefer men. Girls are so sneaky. Always playing games. Like what is her deal? Does she know I’m with Zach and she’s just… what? Testing the waters? Insinuating that he’s cheating on me?
He’s not.
We don’t have that kind of relationship.
He likes girls and, hell, I like girls too. So we’re always dating girls. In fact, the whole time we’ve been together, we’ve dated approximately… I pause to count them up.
There was Christine. Lydia. Shawna. Bella. Mary Jane—whatever happened to her? Sheila. Cathy. Kathy with a K. Lisa and her BFF Ryella—that was the time we decided that the twofer wasn’t our thing. Then there was Margo. Then Natalie. Then Tina and her boyfriend—which was interesting. I chuckle a little at the memory. Won’t do that again, either.
But my point is, we’ve dated a lot of people.
Just… not separately
Well, occasionally Zach will go out, find a girl, and bring her home so we can share her.
Hmm. I turn my head and look down my nose at Princess Euphemia again. She’s still smirking up at me. Did he invite her here so we can share her?
I glance back at the dance floor to watch Zach writhe against the two hot-as-fuck women. They are both blonde and very tan. One is wearing a neon-yellow halter and skirt so short, it doesn’t even pretend to cover her panties. I’ve tagged her Dandelion. The other one is wearing straps. That’s it. Just straps. Which is also her tag. They criss-cross her breasts, barely hiding her nipples. Then there’s a thin strip that disappears between her legs.
I was already picturing us with them. And now I have to readjust for stupid Euphemia here.
Pink-haired girls are never a good idea. Trust me, I’ve dated a few and even though they are pretty fun—and maybe even a little bit my type—they are always nuts. And this one looks like she plans on living up to the stereotype.
“Want me to introduce you?”
“What?” I actually laugh.
“I told you. I’m not the kind of girl who gets jealous. And I get the feeling he’s open to the plural stuff.”
She’s right about that. Zach likes dynamic relationships.
She takes my hand and starts tugging me towards the dance floor. I set my glass of whiskey down on a passing tray, because even though I didn’t come here looking for a pink princess tonight, if I play it right, this night could end up being very fun.
Euphemia stops abruptly and I bump into her. Then she’s pressing her breasts up against my chest and leaning up on her tiptoes to reach my ear. “Just… pretend we’re together. OK?”
My hands automatically grab her hips and I sway her a little. “We are together.”
She pats my chest. “Good answer. I wanna play a little game with him. Make him jealous.”
I lean down in her ear now. She smells really good. Like jasmine and blackberries. “What if he’s not the jealous type?”
“Make him jealous.”
“Make him?” Hmm. That’s an intriguing twist. “OK.” She turns, ready to head over to Zach and his ladies. I pull her back. “But are you sure you wanna play this game?”
“Games are fun,” she coos. Then she tugs me into the swarm of sweaty bodies until we’re dancing right up next to Zach.
Dandelion is grinding against his ass while Straps holds on to Zach’s face with both hands like she’s about to kiss him. She even leans up to do that, but Zach pulls off a slick dance move and spins her around.
I laugh. No one hears me because the music is too loud. And Euphemia is too fixated on reaching Zach to pay attention to me.
Zach catches my eye, then spots Euphemia and shoots me a confused look.
I hold up one finger, shooting him the ‘give me a sec’ sign, and he begins dancing again.
That’s another thing I love about Zach Boston. He’s a willing participant in just about everything. You could walk up to Zach and say, Hey, I’m gonna jump out of a plane this afternoon. You in? And he’d be all, Fuck, yeah, I love wind.
You could wake him up in the middle of the night and say, I think I’ll build a chicken coop in the backyard. You in? And he’d be all, Fuck, yeah. Fresh eggs every day. Let’s do it.
So this? What I’m setting up right here? This is nothing compared to the shit he’s up for. Hell, he’d be into taking all three of these girls home. But three? Nah. That sounds complicated to me. Besides, Dandelion is a little rough around the edges for my taste and I have a feeling that she and Straps are a two-for-one deal.
So I’m happy to give pink-haired Princess Euphemia a try tonight.
Besides, he must already like her if he told her to meet up with him for a repeat session.
Euphemia is talking to him now. Zach concentrates on her for a few moments and Straps starts tugging on his arm to make him look at her. But Zach is giving Euphemia his full attention. Then he laughs and looks at me.
I wink at him and the game begins.
Zach leans into Straps’s ear and says something. She looks mad. Then she slaps him, grabs Dandelion’s hand, and pushes her way through the crowd.
Euphemia and Zach turn to me. Then Euphemia leans into my space and says, “Come on. He’s in.”
I grab her and force myself to look uneasy at this new development. “In for what?”
She leans way up into my ear now. “Us. Both of us.” Then she pulls back and winks. “I told you. You just gotta put yourself out there.”
Zach grabs her hand and begins tugging her through the crowd towards the outer edges of the club. Euphemia has my hand, so I get tugged along too. And I can’t help myself. I am grinning. Excited about what kind of act Zach is planning.
I come up with my scenario as we walk, then he’s pushing his way through the back door of the club. This takes us out into an alley just a few blocks away from the Miami Beach Marina where my yacht is docked.
The thumping bass follows us out, but the club door closes and it takes a moment to get used to the new hushed version of the music.
Zach lets out a long breath and whips his shirt over his head. Euphemia and I both pause to study the cut muscles of his back and the way the sweat drips down the line of his spine. She glances at me and grins. Pretty much waggling her eyebrows.
I agree with a nod. And then Zach is facing us again. “Posie!” he yells. He opens his arms and they embrace in a hug. “I thought you ditched me!”
“Posie?” I mumble. Hmm. That’s pretty sweet. Kinda like her perfume.
She pulls back, still gazing up at Zach’s unbelievably handsome face. “I got caught up.”
Zach’s blue eyes slide over to me. “This guy?”
I hold my breath. Waiting to see how we’re gonna play it.
Posie jumps in without missing a beat. “My boyfriend, Andy.”
“Andy, huh?” Zach winks at me.
I offer him my hand. “Nice to meet you…”
“Zach,” he says. All flair. So slick.
We shake. “Zach.” I say his name and look him in the eyes. And God damn, I could look at him forever.
Posie butts in. “Yep. I told you, remember? That I had a boyfriend? Last weekend when we hooked up.”
“Don’t actually recall that, but whatever.” Zach lets go of my hand and takes a step back. He checks me out. Which, I’m not gonna lie, still feels good. Because Zach might be one of the top three good-looking men back in that club, but I’m definitely top two. “Nice to meet you… Andy.”
“Back at ya, Zach.”
Zach turns to Posie. “Well, what are you two up to this fine evening?”
She grabs my hand and swings it a little, shrugging her shoulders like she’s shy. Then she looks at me and tsks her tongue. “You tell him, Andy.”
I point to my chest and laugh. “Me?”
Posie leans up on her tiptoes and cups her hand around her mouth, like she’s gonna tell Zach a secret. But her words are loud enough for the people down the alley to hear. “He’s… curious, Zach. So I thought… maybe…”
She doesn’t finish. Plays it off as embarrassment. So I decide I’m in. “Jesus, Pose. You don’t need to announce it to the world, babe. And I’m not that curious.” I say this last part to Zach.
“No?” Zach asks.
“Nah… well, you know. Just a little curious.”
“Well.” Zach tucks his shirt into the waistband of his jeans at the small of his back, freeing up both his hands. He points towards the ocean. “My boat is docked just a few blocks away.”
“Your boat?” Posie looks at me and grins. That look says, Jackpot! He’s got a boat!
“Yep,” Zach says. “You two wanna come back to the boat with me? Have a little drink? Do a little dirty dancing?” He grabs Posie’s hips and grinds against her.
Posie is all over this offer. She’s already saying, “Yes. Absolutely. Let’s go!”
But fuck her. She’s not getting two fine men such as ourselves without a fight. “No. Babe. Come on. I’m not—”
“What?” Posie is incredulous. She points her finger at my face. “Oh, you are.”
“Hold on, hold on,” Zach says, positioning himself between us. “If Andy here is uncomfortable, that’s cool.” He looks at me and licks his lips. And his next words are softer. Lower. Very fucking sexy. “How could I make you more comfortable with this, Andy?”
