The Companion Love Trap: A Fake Dating Vacation Rom-Com

Part one

“What do you think, Meu tudo?”Cruz asked, casually leaning against the wall. He had on an out of character black button down shirt; though to be fair, half of the buttons were open, the tails untucked, and his sleeves were rolled up his forearms, keeping it casual as fuck. Nonetheless, seeing Cruz in the shirt and linen pants with his hair down was disconcerting. I didn’t know how to take a semi-professional Cruz.

“I think you’ve been fucking Jace too much. You’re starting to look like him.”

Cruz snorted but didn’t take the bait. He continued to stare at me, his eyes soft as he waited me out.

Most of the time I could ignore how much money my boyfriends had, especially Cruz. You’d think it was the gorgeous mansion I woke up in every morning that reminded me of his wealth, but nope, it was Cruz’s clothes. If he wasn’t in shorts, flip flops, and a tee shirt it spun me out to where I couldn’t ignore how rich they were.

Though, maybe ignoring wasn’t the right word. More like, I pretended it didn’t exist, or equated it to the wealth my parents had.

So when my boyfriends insisted on buying me a studio space for my music business, I’d only given them a small fight, figuring it would take a while to find the right place. But the next morning, Cruz had a broker and several locations lined up to tour, shattering my illusion he wasn’t just rich, but uber rich. With a snap of his fingers he could make just about anything happen.

Including finding the perfect place right off the bat.

Sighing, I glanced around the space, loving it more each time I did. There were three private rooms, and a larger one where I could set a piano. The hardwood floors were pristine, covered in fluffy rugs, and the walls were painted a soft lilac. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the front gave the perfect view of the city. But perhaps the best of all were the acoustics. The tall ceilings and angled walls gave a truly beautiful sound.

Arms wrapped around me and Cruz nestled his head in my neck. His lips brushed against me, and I relaxed into his arms. I still couldn’t believe this was my life. That I’d willingly attached myself to not one man, but three.

Yet, I couldn’t imagine doing life without them.

“Meu tudo?”

“It’s perfect,” I sighed.

“That’s good. No?”

His lips brushed the sensitive spot beneath my ear and goosebumps erupted. Turning in his grasp, I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through the loose strands, and stared into his dark eyes.

“It’s better than good. I love it.”

“Then why the sad face?” He frowned, his fingers flexing against my hips.

“Is it too easy? Should I have to suffer longer before my dream can come true?” I whispered.

“The world is the one suffering by not hearing your music, Meu tudo. I want to do this for you. Let me spoil you. That was the deal, was it not?”

I smiled. “You’re right. If I’m going to have three rich boyfriends, I should take advantage of it.”

“We’re getting the better end of this bargain. Believe me.” His hands cupped my ass, roaming over my body, and pulling me into him. Cruz had always been as insatiable as me, but since we’d become official, it was like he couldn’t get enough. I never realized just how much he’d been holding back. Now that he could share his feelings, he didn’t want to stop.

“Hmm,” I moaned, “I doubt that.” His lips trailed kisses down my neck as I clung to him.

“What do you say? Want to christen the new place? Really test out those acoustics?”

“Won’t the broker be here soon?”

Cruz pulled back and smirked. “Then we better be quick.”

The room was nearly empty of furniture, only a bar area in the back corner, so I moved in that direction but Cruz’s hands stopped me. Keeping eye contact, he lifted my dress up and over my head. Standing before him in a thong and bra, I drank in how his eyes admired me.

“Caralho. You’re so sexy, baby.” He dropped my dress and I unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the ground. Placing my hands on my hips, I proudly showed off my curvy body.

“I thought you said we had to be quick?”

Cruz growled, grabbed my hips, and spun me around. With his hands on my tits, he nudged me forward with his hard dick nestled between my ass. “Window.”

I gasped, but my feet moved forward. We were ten floors up and there weren’t any buildings across the road, but it didn’t mean we were completely hidden either. It was daytime.

The riskiness of it made me wetter and I planted my hands on the glass pane. Cruz skimmed his hands down my body, tilting my hips back and cupping my ass. He pulled the string between my cheeks over and dropped down to his knees, nuzzling his face between my legs.

“Ah! Cruz!” I moaned. He didn’t answer me, getting to work bringing me to the edge. I soon forgot about the window, being seen, and the agent. There was only Cruz’s mouth and fingers as he brought me to the edge of an orgasm.

“I could taste your cream every day and never grow tired of it,” he purred, licking from my front to my ass.

“More,” I begged, pushing myself more into his face. “Please, Cruz.”

He gave a dark chuckle, pinching my clit before he stood and unbuttoned his pants. I felt the cold metal of his piercings before he speared me, pressing into my warm heat in one deep thrust.

I fell forward, gasping when my nipples touched the cool glass. Cruz’s reflection was faint in the glass as he thrust into me. His grip was strong as he pulled me close, holding me up with his arms. The black rolled up shirt gave me the perfect view of the veins in his arms as his muscles flexed. Dammit. I’d never be able to look at the shirt the same again.

“Você é tudo para mim. Te amo, Meu tudo.”

It wasn’t new for him to go full Brazilian in the throes of passion, but now that I knew what the phrases meant, it never failed to turn me on more. Whimpering, I turned my head and met his mouth with mine. Cruz took control of the kiss, demanding entry with his tongue in the same rhythm his cock thrust into me.

When he pinched my nipple, it was too much and I careened over the edge as I came. Head falling back onto his shoulder, I moaned my release as his thrusts quickened. More Portuguese fell from his lips, but I was too gone to understand it this time. His hips stilled, his cock twitched, and he gripped my hips tight as he came. My body was loose and sated, and it was only Cruz’s arms that kept me upright.

“So good, baby.” He kissed my shoulder before he pulled out gently. My inner walls pulsed as he withdrew, missing the fullness of his cock.

“I’d say the acoustics work,” a voice behind us said.

Snorting, I peered over Cruz’s shoulder to find Jace leaning against the bar. His suit pants were tented, telling me he’d been here long enough to enjoy the show.

“Hmm. I dunno. I was too focused on the view to really get a feel of the sound,” Cruz teased.

Jace walked toward us, handing Cruz some paper towels before dropping to his knees and pulling my leg over his shoulder. His warm mouth covered my swollen lips, giving me gentle licks as he cleaned me up. I rested against the glass, my hands nestled in his hair as Jace took his fill. When he was finished, he drew back, licking his lips with the biggest grin.

“Best appetizer ever.”

“And all I got was a paper towel,” Cruz grumbled.

Jace turned his head, taking in Cruz’s glistening dick still on display. Jace yanked Cruz to him, swallowing his dick and almost buckling Cruz’s knees. When he was finished, he popped off with a loud smack, and left Cruz in a daze.

I giggled. “I love when you take him by surprise.”

Cruz only grunted, but smiled softly at the man on his knees, and cupped Jace’s cheek. “Te adoro, Meu Dengo.”

Jace stood, a pleased grin on his face. “I take it she likes the place?” he asked Cruz, picking up my discarded clothes.

“It’s more than I could imagine,” I admitted as he redressed me.

“And here I thought you’d need more convincing to take it.”

“I can be persuasive,” Cruz purred, zipping up his pants.

I snorted but let them believe what they wanted. I might not want to take money from my parents because the strings were too tangled and invisible to navigate. But I didn’t have the same problem with my boyfriends. I trusted them and knew their generosity was out of love and not an attempt to control me. Though, if they thought I needed an orgasm to convince me, I’d let them believe whatever they wanted.

Jace and I were debating where to set things up when the broker appeared. She breezed in, a big smile on her face as she took us in. “This looks promising. What do you think, Everly? Is this the place?”

I nodded, the smile stretching across my face with ease. “Yeah. It’s the perfect home for The Music Loft.”

There had been a lengthy discussion about the name from adding Howlers, Phantom, and the Fairy into it, but at the end of the day it was all too complicated and I wanted something simple. The Music Loft would be my place, where I could teach and train others in developing their musical talents. It was the dream I never knew I had.

“Wonderful. I’ll draw up the paperwork.”

“And about the other request I made?” Cruz asked, drawing my attention.

“It should be finalized by this afternoon. I’ll leave you with the keys and send over everything when it’s ready.” Margo turned back to me, continuing to gain my respect. Despite the obviousness that both Jace and Cruz were the ones with the money, she always deferred to me on the decision. “It’s been a pleasure working with you, Everly.”

“Likewise, Margo.”

As quick as she’d breezed in, she’d strolled out, only leaving a trail of her perfume in her wake.

“What was the other request?” I asked, once she was gone.

Cruz lifted an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Hands on my hips, I held his stare. Eventually he smiled and walked forward.

“We bought the places on either side of this unit, as well.”

“Why?”

Jace cozied up to my back. “So Kieran and I could have an office closer, and…”

“Our family has a place to crash if we didn’t want to drive out to the estate,” Cruz added.

Estate was one way of putting it.

The mansion and land Cruz owned spanned more acreage than I thought possible. It was beautiful and outside the city proper—over a thirty minute drive. Some nights we’d stay at Jace and Kieran’s condo since Cruz’s room at Howlers wasn’t big enough for all of us, but it wasn’t ideal considering their building didn’t allow pets of any kind.

“And Buns can stay?” I asked.

“Yep. Buns will have his own kingdom.” Cruz smiled, and not for the first time I wondered how I’d kept him at arm”s length for so long. The man was intoxicating.

“It should be criminal for you to wear your hair down,” I grumbled.

Cruz laughed. “Meu Dengo, apparently I’m fucking you too much because now I’m dressing like you.”

Jace chuckled, the vibrations racing up my spine. “You are deliciously dashing in that button-down, but I’m not sure we can draw conclusions just yet. We need more evidence to fully make a correlation.” He nipped my neck and my head rolled back to his shoulder, the two of them working to bring me to the brink of another orgasm.

Being thirty was amazing.