Bowed (Classical Badboys Duet Book 2)
Bowed
Classical Badboys Duet 2
MV Ellis
Bowed
Bowed
Classical Badboys 2
Published by The Other Shoe Productions
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Bowed © 2020 By MV Ellis
First published July 2020
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Bowed Playlist
Check out my playlists on Spotify search MV ELLIS
Find the Raine playlist on Spotify
Matt Maeson - Tribulation
NF - Wait
Aquilo - Low Light
Anya Marina - Serious Love
BANKS - Crowded Places
Emmit Fenn - Woman
Owkey - Know Myself
MDWS - Heartbreak
Vancouver Sleep Clinic - Unworthy
Quintino - Lost in You - Acoustic Version
Dermot Kennedy - Moments Passed
Tim Maiden - The Other Side
Demi Lovato - Lonely
Cobi - Goddess
Devin Dawson - Symptoms
Amber Run - I Found
MOR - Wishful Thinking
flora cash - Still Alive
Mark Clennon - Not Perfect
Yoste - Flaws
Dermot Kennedy - Rome
Lewis Capaldi - Bruises
James Arthur - Falling Like The Stars
Noah Cyrus - Lonely
Lennon Stella - Like Everybody Else - Acoustic
Social House - Haunt You
GANZ - Dark Places
Emmit Fenn - Blinded
Two Feet - Love Is a Bitch
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Plucked - Classical Badboys 1
More Books By MV Ellis
Thank You & Join me
Acknowledgments
ABOUT MV ELLIS
Chapter 1
Rome
I slammed in and out of the tight pussy and leaned my head back, screwing my eyes closed tight. I figured if I ignored who was in front of me, naked as the day she was born, legs spread wide, heels on the edge of the dining table, I could imagine she was someone else—a certain someone in fact.
I let the images flood my mind. It was like a movie with only one character. In actual fact, it was like a video scrapbook—less fantasy, and more a montage or highlights reel of remembered moments, pieced together in my mind. A smile here, a look there. The sight of my dick as it slid in and out of her, the way she felt wrapped around me, gripping me tight. The twinkle in her eyes when she was happy, and the fire in them when she wasn’t.
I thrust deeper, my dick hardening with every image that passed through my mind, as I chased an orgasm that seemed to always be just out of my reach. It was like the feeling of trying to recall a dream. It seemed so close I could almost touch it, but just as I had it in my grasp, it would slip through my fingers yet again, like grains of sand through a timer, and the harder I tried to hold onto it, the more illusory it seemed. Jesus, I was losing my fucking mind.
I opened my eyes again, focused on the woman in front of me. Specifically on her tits, that should have been enough to get me off. I pumped faster and fought harder for the elusive climax.
“Jesus Christ, Rome, how many goddammed times have I told you? I don’t care what or who you do, as long as you keep it out of the communal areas. Why is that too fucking much to ask?”
And there went my orgasm. Fuck that motherfucker. I pulled out, leaving my company writhing into nothing. She looked up at me confused, as though she hadn’t even heard King’s voice, and, judging by the look of surprise when she saw him, I guessed that was the case.
I honestly wished I was so out of it I had no idea what was going on around me too, but I wasn’t. In fact, I wasn’t out of it at all, sadly. I nodded my chin toward the door, then shrugged at my guest. She got the hint, and began scrabbling around the room for her discarded possessions.
After pulling off the condom, and reaching across to hurl it into the trash, I immediately turned my attention back to King, not even waiting to watch her leave, let alone tell her goodbye. Nor did I bother to make any effort to cover myself. I still had the raging boner from hell, and I wasn’t about to let King forget that I was going to be walking around with a chronic case of blue balls, thanks to him. Not that he was the only reason, or even a small fraction of the reason, in reality, but he didn’t need to know that.
He glanced down at my bobbing dick, and then back to me, raising a questioning eyebrow. I raised mine right back, daring him to say something. He stayed silent, just like I knew he would.
“It’s too much to ask, because when you fucking forced me into this Brady Bunch shitshow with the three of us, you both specifically said that this was just as much my home as yours, and that I could come and go as I please, just like I always have. Well, this is me doing what I always do, fucking who, when, where, and how I like, and at the same time, exposing the two of you for the hypocritical liars that you are.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, it’s not exactly cryptic, is it? You lied, both of you, to get me here, and now you can’t deal with the reality of that.”
“So, you’re doing this to spite us?”
“No. How the hell did you get that from what I just said? I’m just living my fucking life, the way you said it was okay to carry on doing, even with all of us here together.
Which clearly was bullshit.”
“It wasn’t bullshit, but give us a fucking break. As if we want to come down for coffee and find you screwing on the kitchen table.”
“Really? Because I can’t even count how many times I’ve done exactly that in the past, and you’ve walked in right in the middle and not had even the slightest issue with it. In fact, time was, you’d join in, more often than not. What’s changed?”
I already knew the answer, I just wanted to make him say the words.
“Well now that Quin’s here...”
“Bingo. Now that Quin’s here, it’s not, and was never going to be, business as usual. Just like I said, when you guys first put this ridiculous scheme on the table, and when you both swore until you were blue in the face that we could all make this work without an issue.”
“There’s no issue, it’s just that with the three of us here, it would be...nice if we could take each other into account. That’s all. Nothing major. Just being a little more considerate than the two of us are used to being, and giving each other some space and breathing room, that’s all.”
“Sure. I’m more than happy to be considerate of you guys, so this is me officially telling you I’m giving you space, by moving the fuck out of here.”
“Why do you have to be such a douche all the fucking time, Row? Jesus. We want you here, but I’m... no, we’re just trying to make this thing work for all of us. You’re not a child, are you telling me you can’t see that?” Tension was radiating from his body.
“Why do you have to make out like it’s some ‘Rome against the world’ sitch?” He looked he wanted to take me out. “We’re on the same fucking side, you get that right? It’s not you against us. It’s just us. The three of us. That’s it. Quin and I are just trying to do our best to help you. We love you.”
“That’s not the fucking point. The point is that I didn’t ask for your help, because I don’t need it. This whole thing is so wrong, I can’t even deal, and I can’t pretend to be okay with the fact that, on one hand, you went behind my back and tied me into this crap, without my consent, while on the other, you want to berate me about behaving like a child. It’s fucking bullshit, and I can’t live this way, because it’s not a life. I’m moving out. I don’t care if the label sues me to hell and back for breach of contract. I’d rather be penniless and homeless than ‘live’ this way.”
King squared up to me angrily. “Jesus Christ, why do you have to make everything so fucking hard? You claim not to need our help, but it really didn’t look that way when you were unconscious on stage, practically foaming at the mouth, moments away from choking on your own vomit. And you know what? If you were the one who’d had to stand there helpless and watch as your best friend in the world almost fucking died, you might be able to see past the end of your own goddamned nose, and realize that you’re not the only one hurting right now. You can’t just—” We were chest to chest, and I was so close to letting loose on him, it wasn’t even funny. I pushed my chest hard against his, preparing to shove him, or punch him or something.
“Can’t just what? Tell me, oh wise sage, what can’t I do? Exercise my own free will and constitutional rights?” I lost my restraint and shoved him hard. “Or make my own decisions, like a grown adult male?” Another shove. “What? Come on, enlighten me. I can’t just what? What do I need your fucking pious, self-righteous, self-important permission to do?”
King was the one to jostle me this time, hard, back into the edge of the dining table, which shifted in place from the force of me stumbling against it. I reared back my fist, ready to rain down the first blow, or, more likely, blows.
“Gentlemen, and I use the term in the loosest sense of the word, as much as I’ve enjoyed this ‘oh so manly’ display of literal dick swinging”—she looked pointedly at my dick, which responded in kind by swinging, or more accurately, bobbing toward her like a divining stick—“It’s a little early for all this alpha, chest-bumping bullshit. We have a day in the studio to get through. Why don’t you guys bottle all this...Raw, testosterone-fueled energy, and save it for later, when we need it?” She looked between the two of us... taking her time to observe both of our naked forms. Like me, King slept naked, and tended to walk around that way, until he’d had a shower and was ready to get dressed for the day, and I was still buck naked and rock hard.
“In the meantime, King?” She walked toward him, holding his gaze, as his eyes locked in with hers. I knew that feeling, of not wanting to, or being able to, look away from her.
“Hmmm...?” She moved between us, facing away from me, and leaning in to King’s chest. She placed her lips against his, and almost instantly, he snaked one hand behind her back and jerked her hard against him. They kissed for a moment, and though they weren’t actually touching me, I could feel the heat emanating from them and permeating the air—the raw passion and desire flowing between them. I was just about to walk away—there was no way I could bear to watch more—when Quincy pulled back slightly.
“As much as I appreciate you trying to look out for me and my sensibilities, or whatever the fuck”—I could hear the smile in her voice—“Rome is right. We promised him that we wouldn’t make this thing awkward, and that nothing would change with me third-wheeling with you guys here—”
“But—”
“No buts. We made a promise, and we need to stick to it. As much as you may want to paint it another way, I’m the odd one out here, not him. I’m the interloper, and as such, I should be the one making concessions and adapting my behavior. And Rome?” She turned to me, this time. Her butt was pressed against King, but she was still closer to me than was generally considered polite, especially when taking into consideration the fact that I was wearing nothing but a scowl, and had a raging erection with her name all over it.
“Yeah?”
“This was your home before it was mine. Not that you need me to tell you that. Do what the fuck you like, and don’t mind me. I’m serious. If that means the two of you parading around in your birthday suits twenty-four seven, then so be it. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, either on you two or other guys.”
My fists balled at the thought of her with other men, but I curled them even tighter, so that my fingernails dug into my palms, just to keep from reaching out for her the way I wanted to.
“You do you. Come and go as you please. Do what you like, and who you like, when, how and where you like. I’m a big girl, I can handle accidentally stumbling in on you. A little live coitus never hurt anyone.” She needed to stop talking about sex while standing six inches from me, when I was naked, and she was just as good as. The white t-shirt she was wearing barely covered her butt, and she was braless, as evidenced by her pebbled nipples, clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.
Fuck. Here we were trying to establish ground rules for my conduct, and all the while, I was fucking dying seeing Quincy like that. I didn’t miss the way King’s arm tightened possessively around her waist, or the way he stared me out as he lowered his lips to the nape of her neck a few times, pulling her closer to him, and kissing her slowly, but seemingly firmly. They both locked gazes with.
“Thanks, baby, I love you.” He spoke quietly and gently. “Can I just grab a quick word with Rome? You head back to the bedroom, I’ll bring your coffee, and we can have an encore performance of this morning’s show.” They both smiled, but neither broke eye contact with me. Ugh. Why hadn’t I noticed it before? They reeked of sex.
“Okay. Row, I’ll see you later.”
I nodded, then watched as she sashayed out of the room, my breath catching with every swish of her t-shirt as it skimmed her butt. Damn. For all my posturing about the three of us just living our lives in the same house, I wasn’t sure my blood pressure was going to be able to cope with seeing her gliding around the place, like every fantasy I’d ever had, made real.
King had been watching her leave, much like me, but I was suddenly acutely aware of his eyes on me.
Chapter 2
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King
I watched him watching her, until he realized he was busted, and looked up to meet my raging hot stare.
“What?” He shrugged, trying for an air of nonchalance, which probably would have worked, had it not been me he was dealing with. I knew him far too well for that.
“Don’t stand there sporting a fucking boner for my girl, and ‘what?’ me like you don’t know. You know exactly what.”
“I don’t have a boner for her. I was already hard when she walked in the room.”
“But you stayed that way the entire time she was here. You can’t tell me that if old Vera from your circus days had slipped in between us the way Quincy just did, you wouldn’t have been softer than a toasted marshmallow in seconds.”
“Well, given she’s been dead fifteen years, I definitely wouldn’t have had a boner over her corpse, no.”
“Stop being facetious and deflecting. You know what the fuck I mean.”
“Okay.” He raised his palms toward me. “You got me. Mea culpa. But it’s not exactly headline news that I find Quincy hot. Did you think I was miraculously going to be blind to her looks, just because the two of you are a thing now? You know that’s not how this shit works. It’s just a biological impulse, so don’t take it personally.”