Something Awesome by Nia Farrell
by Nia Farrell
Jackson Thomason is a triple platinum recording artist who performs with his twin brother Jacob as No Mercy. Unhappy with their current contract and hungry for something better, they dream of an independent project that speaks to their part-Comanche blood. They contact Native American composer and flutist Nico White about collaborating, but it’s his writing partner Anna James who’s responsible for putting the twist in his tribal music. The songwriting sessions heat up, and the purple-eyed goth-haired gamer girl goes down on her knees, submitting to the darker side of passion in a rock star interracial MFM ménage BDSM romance.
Written for Aged 18+.
Anna gets here at half-past eight, hauls in, sets up. J.T. has Grace in the playroom. The way the thermostat is kicked up, I’m guessing there’s some nudity involved.
By the time Anna finishes, she has sweat beading on her face. A rivulet forms, tracking down her chest and disappearing between her luscious breasts. Jacob and I take mental notes, not bothering to hide our interest. She resists as long as she can, then says, “Fuck it,” and sheds her sweater. She’s wearing a pink camouflage camisole underneath that technically covers her breasts, but every fucking detail is there if you look hard enough, and I do.
I grab my guitar and grind out a riff of stripper music. Jacob gets theatrical and peels off his tee, swinging it overhead and letting it fly.
Anna’s jaw drops when she sees his inked torso. “If I had you guys in my bed, I’d read myself to sleep every night….”
When Nico snorts, Anna realizes she didn’t just think it. She fucking said it out loud.
I look at Jacob. He’s thinking the same thing I am.
Maid service on the sheets tomorrow.
“Well, well.” I lock my gaze on Anna’s purple fuck-me eyes. God damn, she’s hot. I set down my guitar and lose my shirt, revealing my tats and my pierced nipples. Her mouth goes dry. She licks her lips and looks away, dropping her gaze to the keyboard she hauls in but never touches.
Nico leans over, whispers in her ear. Anna picks up the battered Gibson she brought tonight and starts playing, letting the music weaving itself in her head flow through her fingertips, stringing chords that shouldn’t go together, finding what makes them work. It’s like nothing I’ve ever heard. When Nico adds his flute, our jaws drop.
Magic. Pure magic.
“Damn, little sister.” Nico turns off his digital recorder. Thank fuck at least one of them got it.
Jacob is at a loss for words. “Anna. That was… wow.”
I rub my chest, still feeling her music touch me like a lover. When she goes to the kitchen for a chilled bottle of water, I follow her.
She reaches inside the refrigerator, grabs one of the reusable glass bottles, and closes the refrigerator door. She can’t help but feel me behind her, a foot taller than her sixty-three inches and radiating heat like a fucking furnace. I bend down; my nose, with its small silver hoops, nudges the rings that rim her right ear when I whisper into it. “I don’t know where you went, but I sure as hell hope you go there again—and take us the fuck with you next time.”
She inhales a shaky breath, exhales, catches herself when she starts to lean back against me. “Do you two do everything together?” she asks, still facing the fridge. She doesn’t deny her attraction, but she’s not quite ready to let me see it, either.
“Yeah. Pretty much.” I lift my hand—the one that has L O V E tattooed on my fingers—and stroke her arm, leaving pebbles in its path. “If you know our music, you know us. It won’t be gentle, and it won’t be quick, but I can fucking guarantee we’ll give you the best sex of your life, gatita.”
She cocks her head, tempted to look. “Kitten?” she asks. “You want to tell me where that came from?”
“Ever try to catch a feral cat?” I slide my hand to her small shoulder and flex my fingers around it. “Even a kitten will shred you to ribbons. But you’ve got the spice to go with the claws, don’t you, gatita?”
Anna twists the lid off her bottle and slams back a mouthful of cold spring water. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Brain freeze, not funny. I chuckle anyway, because it’s like she’s reading my mind. “That’s the plan.”
“Since when?” She stops rubbing her forehead long enough to throw a look over her shoulder and fucking bats her eyelashes at me, revealing her inner dirty, flirty girl.
“The diner,” I admit. “You gave as good as you got. You sounded like you could handle us.”
When I say us, she doesn’t blink. The thought of a threesome doesn’t scare her shitless. If anything, she seems intrigued by it.
Thank you, Jesus.
“Mmm. My hooker voice. And how did I look?”
She’s fishing. We both know it, but I’m feeling generous and goddamn if we’re not about to get lucky. “Like you’d dare anything. Risk anything. You were… hot,” I rumble. “Fucking hot. I wanted to drag you into the back and bend you over a sink and—”
“Is that what you want, brat?” I underscore the last word, slapping her sassy little ass, my tone full of menace, my mind alive with possibilities.
Anna shivers. Her thoughts follow where mine are leading.
“Ah,” I say. “Then here’s a word of warning. A little sass gives us an excuse to get creative. Disrespect us, or anyone else, and we’ll keep you on the edge so long, you’ll be begging us to put you out of your misery. No Mercy,” I whisper, turning her to face me.
She stares at my ink like she’s mesmerized by it. Appreciates it.
Like she wants a taste of it.
Something Awesome (The Three Graces Book Five) by Nia Farrell
Length 21,112 words. Release date October 1, 2018.
Free with Kindle Unlimited
Amazon Universal link http://mybook.to/TG5
Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H1FXLLB/