Free February (Calendar Girl #2) by Audrey Carlan

Saunders
    To: Wes Channing
    Excuse me, Mr. Weather Man. And thanks for the update. Malibu in January was nice. Maybe I’ll plan a trip there next January. ;)
    I added the smiling wink to help lighten the response. It was what we discussed, but I couldn’t really make that promise. The better part of the year was still ahead of us and who knew where we’d end up.
    From: Wes Channing
    To: Mia Saunders
    Then I’ll look forward to your visit. Stay dry, sweetheart.
     
    I didn’t reply. Couldn’t. Wes was everything I’d ever wanted in a man and more, but he wasn’t mine. Maybe one day, but not now. It felt good texting with him. Reminded me of something to look forward to at year’s end. I rarely had anything to look forward to. For now though, I had a sexy artist guy who was filling up my present with good times and something to remember. Of course, with Wes, I’d never forget.
     
    ***
    When six o’clock hit, I made my way down to the loft per Alec’s instructions. I hadn’t seen him all day, which was a first. It was good to have that time alone. For most of two weeks, I’d been on top of him, figuratively and literally. That last thought made me smile. Once I arrived at the loft, I could see Alec’s form moving around at the opposite corner of the room from where we’d been working. He was behind his camera moving in a half moon shape taking pictures of a man standing ten feet away from him in front of a white background. A very naked, well-endowed man. Holy shit. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d never seen a man before, but this guy was young, probably my age, largely muscled, with his cock standing straight up.
    Attempting to make as little noise as possible on my crutches, I came up to the side. Every so often the man would close his eyes, place a hand around his erection and give it a few tugs. He licked his lips and leaned into it. The camera clicked like crazy and Alec called out soft encouragements.
    “ Oui , like that.”
    “Arch more; pretend you’re putting on a show for your lady.”
    “That’s it, release your hand and place both behind your head,” was the last command.
    I felt like a voyeur watching this man tend to himself while Alec captured the image. It felt racy and laced in sex. Two things that made the room sweltering hot and had wetness pooling between my thighs.
    “ Fini, ” Alec declared with the last shot. He gripped a robe near one of the lights and handed it to the model. The model put the robe on and looked at the images Alec showed lifting up his camera to him. “These will not be in the photograph. I will paint them, oui ? You agree to them?”
    The man nodded. “You do good work. At first I thought it was going to be like porn, but this is nothing like that.”
    “No it is not,” he agreed softly then clapped the model on the shoulder. “You ready for the female?” he asked, and I looked around. My shoe scratched against the concrete and both men’s gazes focused on me.
    I lifted a hand and waved. “Hey,” I offered lamely. Good thing it was dark in this corner or they’d see the blush I could feel creeping up my neck and cheeks.
    “Mia, come here. Meet Aiden. He’s going to pose with you, ma jolie ,” Alec’s words hit me like a pail of ice-cold water.
    “Um, what?”
    Alec came over to me and led me to Aiden. We shook hands.
    “Nice to meet you, Mia. I look forward to working with you tonight,” he said sweetly. Okay, sweet, muscled, and hotter than hell? The universe is a sick, twisted bitch. Now I understood why they characterized it as a vindictive woman. Any god that could create Aiden, Alec, and Wes—three perfect incarnations of male forms, all coming into my life within weeks of each other—was an expert at cruel and unusual punishment.
    I grumbled a greeting than turned to Alec. “What do you mean? I’m going to pose with him?”
    “Forbidden Love, chèrie . I’m going to take stills of you both making love on the canvas.”
    The words making