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  Just For Halloween

  MMF Bisexual Romance

  Copyright © 2019 by Roxanne Riley

  All Rights Reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction and any portrayal of any person living or dead is completely coincidental and not intentional. No part of this book may be reproduced without written permission from the author, other than brief excerpts for the purpose of reviews or promotion.

  The Just Us series is a collection of ménage and reverse harem bisexual novels. They can be read alone or together. The reading order is as follows:

  1): Just This Once: MMF Bisexual Romance

  2): Just One More: MMFM Bisexual Romance

  3): Just for Halloween: MMF Bisexual Romance

  4): Just One Night: MMF Bisexual Romance

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Summer

  Chapter Two

  Ben

  Chapter Three

  Summer

  Chapter Four

  Summer

  Chapter Five

  Summer

  Chapter Six

  Nick

  Chapter Seven

  Summer

  Chapter Eight

  Ben

  Chapter Nine

  Ben

  Chapter Ten

  Summer

  One Month Later

  Chapter Eleven

  Nick

  Chapter Twelve

  Summer

  One Year Later

  Chapter Thirteen

  Summer

  Special Inside Look into Just One Night

  Chapter One

  Summer

  Pulling into the driveway, I can’t get over how strange it is to be calling this place home. My boyfriend and I had only been living together for about a month, and I’d gone from my tiny studio apartment to one of the biggest mansions in the state.

  Ben Howell and I have been seeing each other for almost a year, and honestly, when we’re together, it’s easy to forget that he’s a billionaire and I’m just a bar wench. He’s down to earth and sweet, almost a Prince Charming type.

  Although I can’t imagine Prince Charming being nearly as much fun in the bedroom.

  When I walk in the door, I’m dying to kick off my shoes and stretch out after a nine-hour shift, but immediately, I’m met with the sight of lit candles making a line down the hall.

  My heart melts. God, he’s sweet. I don’t know how I got this lucky.

  We’ve talked about our past relationships, and when he told me how many times he’d been cheated on, I couldn’t believe it.

  How could anyone give him up? I fall for him more and more every day.

  I feel a pair of arms slip around my waist and I jump. “Holy fuck, you scared me,” I gasp, clutching my chest as my heartbeat slows to normal and I snuggle into Ben’s chest.

  “Sorry, babe,” he chuckles, bending down and kissing the top of my head, “Wanted to surprise you, since you actually have an evening off for once.”

  “No kidding,” I groan.

  Working at a nightclub means a lot of nights, that’s a given. But today, lucky me, I actually had a day shift, which meant I could enjoy a nice evening at home with Ben. And it seemed like he had something in mind.

  “So,” I turn in his arms so I can face him, peering up into his bright blue eyes, “What all does this surprise entail?”

  He tips my chin up to kiss me and my heart flutters. The way he touches me makes me feel all tiny and girly, a sharp contrast to the way I get treated elsewhere, especially at work.

  Being a bartender with double D’s, bluntly, means a lot of unwanted attention. Fortunately at Ecstasia, the owners put safety above anything else. There are always bouncers and an undercover security guy or two there, keeping an eye out for patrons and staff alike. But just because there’s security available doesn’t mean I want to need it.

  I’ve found that a little snark and sarcasm keeps most of the creeps at bay. Doesn’t seem to hurt my tips, either. In fact, it actually seems to net me bigger tips from other women who overhear my sass and laugh, and some of the guys seem to like the attitude.

  That’s not to say that no one ever gets a peek under the mask. I’m not completely closed off. But when I’m with Ben, I get to drop the façade entirely and just be my real self. He’s seen right through it from the first night we met. “The surprise is anything and everything you want, baby. But first, come with me.”

  He slips his hand into mine and leads me upstairs into our bedroom. More candles await me, and he leads me into the bathroom, where a tub full of bubbles awaits me. I shiver in pure delight. I love bubble baths, but I seldom have the time to indulge, and Ben’s giant Jacuzzi bathtub is downright decadent.

  “You’re getting in with me, right?” I ask, standing on tiptoe to kiss him.

  “Only if you promise to still love me when I smell all girly,” he replies with a grin.

  “My bubble bath has sparkles in it, too,” I add gleefully.

  Ben makes a face, but sighs. “The things I do for love,” he teases before peeling off his shirt.

  I wriggle out of my clothes and slip into the water, letting out a soft moan of delight. The water is perfect, hot, but not scalding. I slide down into the bubbles up to my neck and watch the show while Ben finishes stripping and clambers in on the other side.

  “Come here,” he says, and gestures for me so sit between his legs.

  I turn around and slide into place against him, leaning back against his chest. He loops his arms around my waist and presses a kiss to this favorite little spot of mine on my neck.

  I shiver, feeling a twinge of desire between my thighs and feeling my nipples harden. “So,” he says, moving his hands up to my shoulders and massaging the damp flesh, “How was work today?”

  “Not bad,” I say, my words coming out half-moan as his fingers work their magic, “Pretty quiet.”

  “Anything crazy happen?” he asks.

  “I accidentally walked in on a threesome in the women’s restroom,” I tell him.

  He snorts. “Well, that’s not exactly new,” he says.

  It’s true. The club I work at, Ecstasia, has sort of a not-so-secret reputation as a kinkster’s playground, where people find hookups for threesomes and moresomes, among other things. It took some getting used to, but now it’s gotten to the point where I can serve a man getting his dick sucked on one of my barstools without batting an eyelash.

  Ben doesn’t exactly love it, but it’s more out of worry than jealousy. But he never complains about it. I think secretly, he wants me to just quit and stay at home, but I can’t bring myself to just let him take care of me. I still need a little independence right now, but maybe someday I can just be his little housewife.

  His fingers move up my neck and I let out a soft little moan. “Is that something you’d ever want to try?” he asks, curious.

  “Hmm?” I’ve lost track of the conversation.

  “A threesome,” he says, “Would you ever want to?”

  I’d never really thought about it. “Depends,” I say, “I don’t think you and I would be interested in the same kind of threesome,” I giggle.

  Ben falls silent and I shift to look over my shoulder at him, and to my surprise, he’s blushing. “I mean, I’m a guy, of course I like the idea of watching you hook up with another girl,” he says.


  “But…?” I prompt him.

  “But yeah. I would try hooking up with you and another guy,” he admits.

  He’s searching my face as he speaks, trying to gauge my reaction. And honestly? The idea is turning me on. “Have you ever?” I ask him.

  “Fooled around with a guy?” he asks, and I nod.

  “Yeah,” he admits, his face turning a brighter red.

  “Was it good?”

  “Fuck yes,” he admits with a nervous laugh.

  I swivel around so I can kneel between his legs. “Is it weird that I find that incredibly sexy?”

  He lets out this little sigh of relief and kisses me. I grab his thighs and carefully pull them together, slipping out from between them and straddling his lap, splashing water and bubbles out of the tub as I do. “Whoops, sorry,” I laugh, embarrassed.

  “I don’t give a fuck, come here,” he yanks me down and kisses me again, harder this time, sloshing even more water from the bathtub. I can feel his erection pressing against my slit and I rock against him.

  He groans. “You’re so sexy,” he murmurs, dragging his lips down my neck, kissing and biting and sending shudders of delight through me.

  “You sure you could stand to share me?” I tease.

  “I don’t know,” he teases, “You’re a wild woman, I might need an extra hand to tame you.”

  “You bet your ass I am,” I say with a laugh.

  “So you’d really be into it?” he asks, his expression more serious.

  “I would,” I say with a nod, “It sounds hot as hell, and I want to make all of your fantasies come true.”

  I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him slowly. He groans, his hips bucking upward. “You are a fantasy come true,” he says.

  He cups both of my tits in his hands, tweaking my nipples so they stand fully at attention before rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. I moan, arching into him. “There’s some waterproof lube behind you,” he says, pointing, “Grab it.”

  I obey and pass it to him, waiting impatiently as he carefully slathers it on. “You thought ahead, huh?”

  “A man can dream.”

  I giggle as he pulls me back into place, but my giggles are choked off by a moan when he drags a finger through my folds. I grip his dick in my hand and position him at my entrance. Even with the lube, the water makes things a little difficult, but eventually, I sink down onto his cock with a sigh of pure bliss.

  I can’t help but be glad I’m on birth control, having to get out and dig up a condom for this would have ruined the moment.

  Water sloshes out of the bathtub as I ride him, but I’m far too caught up in him to care. He grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for a rough kiss, his hips bucking up to thrust deep inside me.

  It feels like we’re walking this delicious tightrope between sweet lovemaking and just a rough and dirty fuck.

  With every roll of my hips, I feel myself building faster and faster towards climax, and I know he can feel me getting close. His hands slide up my body to fondle my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers and making me gasp and buck against him.

  I feel his cock throbbing inside me and I know he’s close, too. “Cum with me, baby,” I moan as the beginning waves of climax flutter through my and my pussy constricts around him.

  His thrusts get quicker and rougher and as I spiral over the edge into pure bliss, I hear his groan and feel the flood of his release inside me.

  I cling to him as the two of us catch our breath and come down from the high. When I come to and slide off of him carefully, I look around and my face turn bright red. “Oh, jeez…”

  Ben opens his eyes and looks out, then laughs. “Well, shit.”

  Half of the bathwater has splashed from the tub, leaving water and bubbles all over the floor. “I’ll go get the mop,” I start to rise from the water, but Ben grabs my wrist and pulls me back down into his lap.

  “Five more minutes.”

  Chapter Two

  Ben

  It takes me two tries to get out of the car without slamming this stupid cape in the door. I adjust the mask on my face, wondering again why the hell I’m here in this ridiculous thing. As far as I knew, Summer had this weekend off. It’s the night before Halloween, and we were supposed to spend the evening watching scary movies at home. But she had disappeared mid-afternoon on some errand, then sent me a mysterious text to put on the outfit in the hall closet and meet her at the club.

  So I’d put on the cheesy vampire outfit (with the exception of those stupid plastic teeth) and here I was at Ecstasia. Their Halloween party was tonight, and it looked like the place was hopping, so I wondered if maybe Summer had gotten called in after all.

  Although that doesn’t explain the outfit.

  It makes me nervous.

  But at the same time, I trust Summer wholeheartedly, which isn’t something that comes easily to me. Before I’d met her, I had pretty much given up on the idea of a real relationship. I’d been cheated on and used by numerous exes, and ever since, it had been hard for me to let down my walls and trust anyone.

  So when I’d gone to Ectsasia the night we met, all I’d had in mind was a fling for the night. But I’d gone up to order a drink, and wound up with a date for the next night.

  We’d clicked immediately, like we somehow flipped this switch in each other that let the walls, the pretense and the bullshit just drop, and we healed each other’s past hurts.

  I know I can trust her, no matter what kind of craziness she has up her sleeve right now.

  I head inside, and I’m not surprised to see all manner of crazy costumes. A lot of assless chaps.

  What I don’t seem to see is my girlfriend. I look for her behind the bar, but don’t see her. Suddenly, I feel arms loop around me from behind.

  I turn around quickly and at first, I don’t recognize the person holding me, but then my jaw drops. “Holy, shit, babe!”

  My girlfriend grins. Her hazel eyes peer out from a mask like mine, but far more decorated, and bright red to match the tight red vinyl dress with devil wings clinging to her curves. And instead of being its usual shade of red, her long hair is dark and shocking against her pale skin.

  “Do you like it?” she asks, a flash of nervousness in her eyes. “The color is temporary, but I’m kind of thinking of making it permanent now…”

  “You look fucking hot, babe,” I tell her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against me.

  Her cheeks flush pink and she smiles, pleased. “So do you,” she says, eyeing me up and down.

  “I feel kind of stupid,” I admit.

  “You look amazing,” she insists, tugging on my beard and bringing me down to her level so she can kiss me.

  “So why are we here, baby?” I ask her when she finally releases me.

  “Well, look,” she smiles mischievously, her eyes glittering, “Halloween is a holiday kind of devoted to fantasy, right?”

  “I mean, I guess so,” I say, puzzled.

  “So maybe it’s the perfect night to…indulge in a little fantasy of our own.”

  I can feel my brow furrow in confusion. “What do you mean?”

  She takes a deep breath. “I’m just gonna come right out and be blunt: I think we should find a guy to be our third tonight.”

  My eyes widen. “Wait, seriously?”

  She nods. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” she confesses, her cheeks red with embarrassment, “And I just…” her gaze falls to her feet, “I feel like you do so much for me, and I want to make this fantasy of yours come true.”

  I grip her chin in my hand and tilt her face toward mine. “You know you don’t have to do anything for me, right?” I ask her, “You don’t owe me anything.”

  “I know,” she nods and smiles, “I want this, too.”

  I search her face, looking for any trace of unsurety, but she means it.

  She wants this as badly as I do.

  “And I figured, it
’s just for tonight, right,” she continues, “So why not in a night when we can be in disguise?”

  The mischievous smile that spreads across her lips is infectious, and I bring her in for a kiss. “All right, love,” I tell her, “Let’s give it a shot.”

  After all, it’s just for tonight, like she said.

  Chapter Three

  Summer

  A dozen emotions crossed over Ben’s face with my proposal, but the spike in his pulse and the rising bulge in his tight pants were undeniable: He’s as excited about this as I am.

  But I can tell he’s still nervous as I drag him out to the dance floor, his eyes darting around. The music and lights pulse and I pull Ben close, keeping him pressed to me as we dance. “Relax, baby, tonight is going to be fun,” I murmur in his ear.

  His hands slide back on my hips slightly until his fingertips are brushing my ass, grinding against me in a way that makes me see stars. He doesn’t speak, but presses his lips to my neck, sending a flush of heat over my skin.

  He’s moving his body with mine, but I can still feel the tension in his body. I’m starting to doubt myself, beginning to wonder if maybe I’m taking this too far. Maybe he talked about it in the heat of the moment, but now, faced with the prospect, he doesn’t want to do it.

  I feel a stab of guilt, and I wonder if maybe this was a bad idea. I tell myself that if we don’t find someone he’s clearly into tonight, I’ll drop the whole thing. The whole point of this was to make us both happy, so I won’t push it if he’s unsure.

  After a few songs, he pulls back. “I think I need a drink. You want something?” he asks.

  “I’ll take a beer,” I say with a nod, “You want me to come with you?”

  He kisses my forehead. “Nah, keep having fun out here, I’ll be right back.”

  He disappears in the direction of the bar. It’s weird to see it from the outside, I’m so used to being back behind it. We have a few servers that circulate out on the floor, but I’m always behind the bar.

  It also feels a little strange to have come to work with the intent of finding a stranger to hook up with, but honestly, there’s no better place I can think of to find an adventurous guy who might want to play with us both.