“Oh, yeah. Give it to me, Colt!” Rick yelled out, bucking back into Colt’s hold.
“Yeehaw,” Colt responded. He was wearing his black cowboy hat in honour of Stampede and Rick loved how it made him all dommy.
Rick looked up with a shout. There was a man standing above them, wearing formal wear. What the hell? “Who are you?”
“I’m so sorry to interrupt. You look like you’re having a good time. My name is Prince Adam.”
“Not quite the time for introductions, princess,” Colt snarled. Rick reached back and patted his hip.
“It’s Prince Adam. Not princess. I was told you were the people to come to with a… little problem I have.”
“Shit.” Colt reluctantly withdrew from Rick and placed a hand on top of his head. “Come on, babe. I have a feeling he isn’t going to leave.”
“So, what’s your problem?” Colt asked once they’d moved over to their living room. Rick was sitting on the ottoman, with Prince Adam comfortably seated in the chair in front of him. Colt had refused to sit down (or allow either one of them to put on clothing) so he was towering menacingly over both of them.
“Well, you see, it’s a bit complicated.”
“Anyone know why there’s a beast mask sitting at the front door?” John asked as he entered the room. “Shit, sorry, didn’t know you had company.”
“What the hell?” Rick asked.
“Oh, that’s mine. You see, that complicated problem? Well, I was cursed by a witch a long time ago, and there was a spell cast on me and I turned into a beast, and then a beauty came and rescued me and true love and all that jazz, but she left.”
“Yes, our needs were not being met.”
“Needs?” Rick repeated again.
“Sexual needs,” Prince Adam stressed. “I wanted to be the Beast in bed, you see. She didn’t.”
“Say no more. I’ll set something up for you.” Colt wandered away.
Rick wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he trusted his man.
Rick looked through the open door to see Ken and the Beast staring at each other. He wasn’t sure this was going to work. They’d managed to find a little blue dress for Ken, and he was wearing his favourite pink boots.
“I think there has been some mistake,” the Beast said.
“No mistake. Just call me Belle.”
“No, you don’t understand. I’m not… you know.”
“Baby, just sit back and relax. Let Belle take care of everything.”
“Oh, Belle, yes Belle,” the Beast groaned, holding Ken’s head as Ken gave him a blow job worthy of royalty.
“Yep, told you it would work,” Colt replied. “Now, get your ass to our bedroom. I do believe we were playing around.”
Rick took one last look at Ken and the Beast and smiled. Yep, he sure did like new arrivals.
Written by Jade Buchanan
Jade’s writing is as eclectic as her reading tastes, with over thirty erotic romance tales currently published. She’s also been known to accept writing challenges from friends and family just to see their reactions. She’s a firm believer that love and romance are universal concepts, no matter a person’s gender identity or sexual orientation. Originally from Northern Ontario, Jade has lived in British Columbia and the Sultanate of Oman in the Middle East. Jade currently lives in Calgary, Alberta, where she’s hard at work on her next story. Jade loves to hear from readers! Send her an email at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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