When the sweetest heartthrob in Hollywood gets caught on camera doing something naughty and fun, everyone is buzzing.
Rory never planned on his act for the charity event going viral. In fact, the flirty number with the teasing lingerie was never meant to be filmed at all, much less uploaded to every social media platform on the planet. But with his feisty, take-charge wife Abby by his side, he knows together they can handle anything… well, almost anything.
As rumors and bullets start to fly, they know it’s time to call in the cavalry… their security guard and friend, Braxton. He might not understand everything about their life, but there’s just something about the private hunk of a man that makes both of them feel safe… and maybe wanted as well.
When truths are finally revealed and secrets come to light, it will take trust and love to bring three strong souls together.
From the Author: This MMF romance comes from the dirty mind of an author who watched a certain video on a popular lip-sync show entirely too many times. This sweet romance has mild BDSM, a man in sexy lingerie, a take-charge woman, and man who’s more openminded than he seems.
Rory
“The sweetest heartthrob in Hollywood just heated things up. Get ready to change all of your assumptions about Hollywood’s Blushing Boy, Rory Flint.” I groaned and threw my tablet toward the other end of the couch. “I can’t believe how overblown this has gotten.”
Abby’s laughter as she walked into the living room didn’t help my mood any. “You knew they were going to gossip. You’re their good boy and a total sweetheart. We knew they were going to lose their shit when they heard about the performance.”
I gave her a pleading look I knew would make her take my side. “But they weren’t supposed to get pictures.”
Walking over, she winced as I scored a direct hit with that one. As Abby straddled my lap and gave me a kiss, she ran her hand over my head. “I’m sorry the pictures ended up online, but you were so hot you just about melted the camera. Are you sorry you did it?”
I shook my head.
“No, you had a great idea and Greg called earlier saying the charity has gotten even more money since the pictures showed up online.” The way her face perked up made me smile. “And he said it was one of the catering staff that leaked the pictures.”
“You wanted to give the charity a boost, and you did that spectacularly, so you should feel proud of yourself.” When I begrudgingly nodded, she grinned and continued. “And you got to do something completely different and wonderfully racy. You’re going to owe me a private viewing because you about set my panties on fire seeing you in yours.”
I groaned, blushing. “They were shorts, not underwear.”
She’d always known exactly how to drive me crazy. Sometimes having known her forever had its drawbacks. She shook her head. “Oh no, those were sexy leather boy shorts that made your ass look absolutely edible. In fact, you nearly had one particular of course I’m straight, don’t be stupid actor falling off of his chair.”
Laughing, I hugged her tight. “And you, my naughty wife, probably went out of your way to point that out.”
She gave a wicked grin. “Me? I was the picture-perfect Hollywood wife. I smiled and simpered and didn’t point out the erection he was valiantly trying to hide. He might not be gay, but a man in panties does interesting things to his libido.”
“You’re wicked.” I gave her a quick kiss. “But that’s what drew me in from the beginning, so I can’t complain.”
She laughed. “Well, your wicked wife loves seeing just how naughty she can make the Blushing Boy of Hollywood.”
I groaned and let my head fall back on the couch. “They like seeing me sweet in roles. I’m never going to get rid of that name.”
She snorted. “From the fan mail you’re starting to get and the articles that are online, I think they’re going to start seeing you in a different light. But that’s not a bad thing. You can’t stay this young and cute forever.”
I barked out a laugh. “Hey, I’ll look my age eventually, but by then I’m going to be sexy and distinguished. Haven’t you heard? Men in Hollywood don’t get old—they just age like fine wine.”
Rolling her eyes, Abby’s face tightened. “They’re so full of shit. But yeah, you’re going to turn around one day and go from sweetheart to sex god right before their eyes.”
I felt my face heating up again. “I’m not sure my heart can take sex god.”
Fighting my way through auditions and interviews was one thing, but sex god implied things I wasn’t sure I wanted to promise for a role.
She rolled her hips, sending waves of pleasure through me as she gave me a devilish smile. “You like looking sexy for me, don’t you?”
We both knew the answer to that, so she kept going. “You were dancing just for me on that stage, writhing around and looking so naughty and hot. I think I’m going to have to punish you for letting everyone see how sexy and wicked you really are.”
Sexy and wicked might not be debatable—at least in her eyes—but dominant and aggressive, I was not. “I just wanted you to see that side of me.”
She pressed a light kiss to my lips, but her smile was still mischievous. “But who gets to decide who sees my sexy man?”
The look on her face sent a shiver through me. “You do.”
We’d been together long before either of us had understood what domination and submission meant, so it’d always been casual for us, but we both knew who was in charge.
She nodded, almost purring as she rubbed herself over my dick again. “And I said you could dance and look cute for the charity, but I don’t remember telling you to look so panty-meltingly hot while you wiggled and strutted your stuff on stage.”
That hadn’t been exactly what had happened, but I wasn’t going to ruin the chance for a spanking. I was between projects, so there wouldn’t be anyone to see whatever wonderful marks she left on me. “I’m sorry. Knowing you were watching me made it too hard to hold back.”
Shaking her head like she was very sorry, she sighed. “I know. You love me and want to do your best for me, but in this case, you let everyone else see how sexy you are and what a wicked side you hide from them.”
That was an understatement.
The LGBT youth charity was one we’d been volunteering with since my first movie had gone big, but I probably should have thought twice before doing something quite so… interesting. Hollywood’s Blushing Boy didn’t do things like dance to risqué songs while dressed in women’s clothing.
“Would you believe me if I said I hadn’t meant for it to get quite so out of hand?” It’d almost been like subspace. The reality of the situation had been completely lost on me.
She looked skeptical, but I’d seen that expression on her face enough that a needy shiver ran through me. Fun reasons for a punishment aside, though, I needed her to understand. “It wasn’t like when I was practicing. Once there was an audience… nothing felt real.”
I wasn’t sure I was explaining it right. “I mean, I knew it was real, but nothing real hit me until after.”
That didn’t sound reasonable either.
Resting my head against her chest, I inhaled the soft scent of the lotion she’d worn since I could remember. Abby stroked my head as I held her. As she pressed a kiss to the top of my head, I tried again. “All I could feel was your eyes watching me at first, but once the audience started calling out, it was almost like a scene and I got lost in it. I didn’t even think about the consequences until it was all over.”
Her wicked chuckle had me groaning. “You’re supposed to tell me I behaved ridiculously or at the very least that I can’t mentally slip away like that.”
She kissed my head again, but as she spoke, her sexy tone made me forget why I’d been worried to begin with. “Why would I say that when it isn’t a surprise? You’ve always liked the fantasy of being watched. You’ve just never been able to explore it like that.”
Her voice turned husky as she stroked my neck, making me shiver. “It wasn’t just someone watching us in the dark. You had a crowd cheering for you as you writhed for me on stage.”
She knew what that memory did to me. All she had to do was just mention the sexy encounter on our wedding night to make me achingly hard and still slightly embarrassed. “I didn’t expect it to be like that.”
“I did.” She started slowly grinding over my cock, making me moan and fight the urge to thrust up against her. But I knew better, and for the moment, I had the willpower to obey the unspoken command. “I knew you were going to love it. The costumes. The lights. The audience. The music and the sensual moves.”
When I moaned, she made a sexy, pleased sound and kept teasing me. “For a few minutes, you got to live out your fantasy, and I loved every second of it. You lost yourself in the moment and you loved it. They might have thought you were playing a role, but I know that was really you on stage. You’re a naughty attention-whore at heart.”
I nodded against her chest. “But I have to be more careful. What if this doesn’t die down?’’ Her sexy laugh had me sitting up so I could look at her.
“Audiences love you.” She rolled her eyes like it was obvious. “Surprising them doesn’t have to be a bad thing. You’ve just changed how they see you.”
Nodding, I took a deep breath. “Harvey said worst-case scenario was that people think I’m a little more open-minded than they did before.” But he also thought the best way to toughen up my image was for me to do a steamy suspense movie that had a startling amount of nudity and blood.
Abby and I had both decided that role wasn’t for me, but Harvey had complained for months. Now he was bringing it up again because the lead had recently gone into rehab after a major blowup in his personal life, and the producers wanted someone less controversial for the role.
Abby gave me a quick peck. “This will blow over as soon as some dickhead gets a DUI or gets caught with a hooker. All people will remember is how unexpectedly sexy you looked.”
I sighed. “Why can’t they do something stupid today so the media stops talking about me?”
Abby giggled. “All this pouting about getting too much attention from the boy who told me when he was eight that he was going to be a famous Hollywood actor when he grew up?”
I scoffed. “Hey, I was a darned good tree.”
That got me another giggle and a kiss. “You just liked all the attention you got when you sneezed and Snow White said, ‘God bless you.’’’
That memory had me grinning. “I was fabulous.”
“You were a cute, cheeky attention-whore.” She giggled when I nodded enthusiastically. “We both know attention-whores like knowing everyone is watching them. So, no worries and no panicking. I know it’s going to be fine and if for some reason it isn’t, what do we do?’’
The tender reminder of that long-ago conversation made me smile. “We jump to a new adventure.” I sucked in a steadying breath. “I read an article that said cruise ships are hiring. I could work in the entertainment staff and you could work in finance or something.”
“It’d be fun, but there’s only one problem.” She was doing her best not to laugh, but she wasn’t the actor in the family. “You get seasick in the bathtub.”
I flopped back against the couch. “One time. And it was a gigantic hot tub, not a bathtub. It was sloshing everywhere.”
Just the memory had my stomach rolling.
Abby giggled. “You’re getting pale.”
“You’re evil.” I huffed when she nodded and giggled.
“Yep. That’s why you love me.”
I snorted. “No. I love you because you have wonderfully bad ideas and you always lead me into trouble.” I gave her a wicked grin. “And you’re hot.”
She laughed. “Nope. You had me until the end. The first time you told me you loved me, I was covered in mud and had a black eye. So yeah, the trouble part I’d believe.”
Her teasing grin was too kissable to resist. As I pulled away from the smacky kiss, I smiled and rolled my eyes at the memory. “We only had matching black eyes because you wouldn’t let me beat up Kenny on my own.”
She’d never let me do anything on my own. Smart or otherwise.
She scoffed. “He’d given you a black eye and made you cry. I had to step in.’’ She beamed. “And that dick deserved both his black eyes for trying to hit you with that bat. God, your cousin was a dick.’’
Family was “fun.” That was why we’d walked away from all of them at eighteen and hadn’t looked back. “My avenging angel.”
Her family had been just as bad as mine, but she’d turned their shit into a backbone of steel and a mean right hook.
She scoffed. “Someone had to take care of you.”
I nodded, smart enough to know better than to argue with her. Grinning, I gave her another kiss. “Does my amazingly smart, badass protector wife know what we should do next about the insanity?”
I pointed to my tablet to make sure she understood I was talking about the awkward publicity. She cocked her head and considered the question. “The Blushing Boy needs to make an appearance.”
Her response had me groaning, but she just ignored my drama. “We’ll go out to lunch and when some asshole with a camera asks a nosy question, you’ll blush and I’ll say something slightly inappropriate. Then I’ll follow up with a comment about how hard you worked because you wanted to do your best.”
Just because her idea was logical didn’t mean I had to like it.
“Some people will still question it, but to the rest, you’ll look so innocent they’ll never believe their sweet Rory could be naughty in real life.” She kissed my cheek, grinning and looking amazingly confident. “And the next time an out of the box role comes up, people will think of you.”
Fingers crossed.
“Who should tease the mob about our impending excursion?” Even with the drama, we weren’t high enough up the Hollywood food chain to be followed around constantly, so when we needed a bit of attention, we had to tease it.
Abby grinned. “Grace, Harvey’s secretary, is saving up to get her grandson a car. She could use the bribe money.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “My sexy accountant shouldn’t be giving away free money. This gated community doesn’t come cheap.”
She laughed. “I know. I pay the bills. Are you hinting I’m not taking care of our finances?”
I shook my head, doing my best to look very innocent. “No, ma’am, you have always done an incredible job.”
I didn’t want to apologize too much, but I couldn’t stop there. “I’m sorry I teased you. That was very naughty.”
Her devilish grin sent a shiver through me. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to put you on a budget again.”
That had me pouting. “Aww, Abby.”
She laughed. “Should you be needling your way into trying to get a spanking?”
I blushed, shaking my head. “No. I’m sorry.’’
She stroked my face tenderly as she started grinding over my dick again. “What are you supposed to say when you want a spanking?”
Her tone had me squirming even more than the way she was moving over me. The tender ownership in her voice was filled with a deep confidence that came from knowing I’d always been hers. Swallowing, I gave her the words I knew she wanted to hear. “Please show me I belong to you, ma’am.”
Passion and something deeper, stronger threaded its way through her voice. “I will always be here to remind you of that, baby.” Her fingers wove their way through my hair and tightened. She kept my face turned toward hers.
“You’ve always been mine and you always will be.” She took my mouth in a heated kiss as she kept her hands on me in a possessive grip. But the passion and submission that coursed through me vanished in a rush of adrenaline as the windows at the front of the house shattered and the alarm started blaring.
“Son of a bitch.” She pulled away as we listened. “What the fuck was that?”
Another burst of shattering glass had me grabbing her around the waist and hitting the floor. As I covered her body with mine, I’d never felt more scared in the seconds of silence that followed.
When nothing else happened and the silence began to be filled with the sounds of sirens, I inched off of her until I could see her face. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Slightly squished and a bit confused, though.”
A dry chuckle escaped and I nodded. “Me too. The confused part.”
She snorted. “That’s what I thought you meant.”
“Abby?” I moved off of her and pushed the coffee table back.
“Yes?”
Taking her hands, I pulled her up and into my arms. “I think I want an apology for not letting me buy the house with the safe room. I told you this place was nuts.”
****
“You’ve got to be kidding.” Abby’s disbelieving tone and barely contained anger had Harvey and the cop both taking a step back. “Are you honestly saying that if he’d acted more manly, this wouldn’t have happened?”
Abby moved toward the retreating men and the stress in the room jumped again. “The Marions’ house got damaged even more severely than ours, yet this is clearly an open-and-shut case against us? Because an actor doing something scandalous in this city is always followed by a drive-by? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
I knew Abby’s anger was mostly because she was blaming herself. But the snotty cop really deserved it. From the moment he’d figured out who I was, he’d dismissed me and had started down-playing the entire situation.
Harvey hadn’t been sure what to do, but Abby never had that problem.
Before the cop could respond, she started barking orders. “Harvey, get a lawyer over here. I want to see what our options are and who we need to sue. Then find me someone with the ACLU or one of the LGBT organizations we’ve been working with.”
Her smile was almost predatory, and I had to resist the urge to step back too. “I’m sure there are some people who would be very curious to know how we’ve been treated.”
Then she turned to the cop. “And I want to see your boss or I’m going to start with the top and work my way down. You should’ve done your research about who was at that fundraiser last night.’’
When she turned back to me, her anger vanished “Baby, will you find me your phone? The governor was texting that number.”
To say things hadn’t gone like I’d expected would have been an understatement, but I could follow orders and look smart. “Sure. Yeah, he was chatty.”
Of course, it’d been odd questions about the event to help with his son’s performance, but the cop didn’t have to know that. Besides, if the problem… the gunfire… had been about the charity event, more people needed to be warned.
As I headed into the kitchen, I heard the cop start to protest that Abby couldn’t think it’d had something to do with the Marions, but I wasn’t sure. We’d never met the older couple who owned what used to be considered the main house.
The neighborhood was older and our house had been considered some sort of guest house before it’d been subdivided years ago. Abby had loved the privacy and how few big celebrities lived in the area. But the underlying feeling of privacy was partially due to the fact that meeting the neighbors had never been any of their top priorities.
I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, but I loved making Abby happy, so that had made it perfect.
But maybe a few more security precautions might have been a better idea. We just hadn’t made more of an effort because I wasn’t the type of celebrity to get negative attention. Hell, if I got noticed in the grocery store, it would usually be by a blushing soccer mom or a dirty little old lady.
Dragging my feet, I turned it into the longest walk I’d ever made into the kitchen as Abby handled the police in the formal living room at the front of the house. Thankfully, the only windows that had been damaged were in useless rooms we never used.
By the time I forced myself to head back to the front of the house, there was an older cop who seemed to be a lot smarter and more in charge because Abby was smiling.
Handing over the phone, I ignored the shattered windows and kept my focus on Abby. She gave me a quick glance then took the phone before holding my hand tight. “I think we’ve got things all worked out. You and I are going on a little vacation while the police do a thorough investigation. Aren’t you, Richard?”
Whoever he was, he was smart enough not to argue with Abby and confident enough in himself to find her amusing, judging by his quick, barely contained smile. “Yes, absolutely. I think there are too many unanswered questions to draw any conclusions just yet.”
Yep, smarter than the first guy. Then Richard the police something turned to me. “Mr. Flint, I am very sorry for your troubles.”
“Thank you.” Shaking his hand, I focused on being the calm and laid-back Blushing Boy everyone expected. “We appreciate the help. It’s been an interesting morning.”
I forced myself to gesture around the room and did my best to channel a young confident ex-soldier I’d played once. “I know I’ve made some headlines recently, but I’m sure you know how in this business nothing is terribly real, not like this.
I shook my head and gave him a confident but slightly confused look that had him relaxing. “I just can’t imagine anyone coming after me for helping out a charity, so we want to make sure a thorough investigation is done.”
Calm, not too worked up or overly Hollywood-y.
Perfect, judging by the nod I got from the cop. “Of course. We need to get a better handle on what happened before we make any assumptions. Getting you two out of town for a while will be a good idea all around.” Abby’s nod sealed it.
We were going to pretend to go on vacation.
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