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  Red & Blue

  A Dark MFM Romance

  Alexis Angel

  Naughty Angel Publishing

  Contents

  Description

  A Note From Alexis

  1. Liam

  2. New York Daily Journal

  3. Carter

  4. Vivian

  5. Vivian

  6. Liam

  7. Vivian

  8. New York Daily Journal

  9. Carter

  10. Vivian

  11. Vivian

  12. New York Daily Journal

  13. Liam

  14. Carter

  15. Liam

  16. Vivian

  17. New York Daily Journal

  18. Carter

  19. Liam

  20. Vivian

  21. New York Daily Journal

  22. Carter

  23. Liam

  24. Vivian

  25. New York Daily Journal

  26. Carter

  27. Liam

  28. Vivian

  29. New York Daily Journal

  30. Vivian

  31. Carter

  32. Liam

  33. Vivian

  34. New York Daily Journal

  35. Vivian

  36. Epilogue

  37. Liam

  Liam

  Arsen

  Ashley

  Ashley

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  Epilogue - Ashley

  Goodbye From Arsen

  Another Goodbye From Alexis

  Yet Another Goodbye From Ashley

  My Naughty Angels

  About the Author

  Red & Blue

  A Dark MFM Romance

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Alexis Angel

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Description

  Red & Blue: A Dark MFM Romance

  Take two of the most notorious men in politics and add one bad girl. Power has never corrupted so absolutely.

  Liam Jeffries and Carter Andrews rule their opposing political parties. Both are leaders of men. Both can have any woman he wants. But away from the cameras lies a deep seated rivalry…

  Until it explodes.

  Now, with their careers on the line, and their names dragged through scandal, the one person who can save them may be more of a badass than both of them combined. Curvy and confident Vivian Hawthorne, the youngest Senator in the history of the nation, has never met a bad boy she didn’t turn into a mewling kitten.

  But can this Senator handle both their…agendas?

  As Liam and Carter compete in a final showdown, a tantalizing new possibility presents itself - one that will change their lives forever, if it doesn't cost them the ultimate price.

  Come raise your polls with this exciting new dark MFM ménage romance - filled with brooding bad boy alpha males and the one woman who can tame them! No cliffhangers or crossing swords, but it’s a scorcher with super-steamy scenes that you’ve come to expect from Alexis Angel. Happily Ever After? You know it.

  This book is dedicated to the Naughty Angels: Joyce Walker, Lisa Boltiador, Ida Jolley, Brittney Ketchum, Kim Lubbers, Christine Raine Jalili, Michele Roberts VonCannon, Carla Roman, and the lady who manages to take care of all of us: Cheryl Maddox.

  A Note From Alexis

  Well hello there, ladies!

  Let me first begin by introducing myself. My name is Alexis Angel. I write steamy contemporary romance. Steamy is another word, I guess, for dirty. And dirty is another word for dirrrrty. In fact, the dirtier the better because at heart I’m just a bad girl looking to have some fun.

  Having fun is why I do this. And, I’m just having fun in the next few hundred pages, doing what I do with a wink and a nod. It’s supposed to bring out some emotions and give you a chance to forget about your cares for a little bit. That’s all I’m looking to do.

  Some people want realism in their books. I say reality is too depressing. So you might see certain things as over the top or ridiculous in terms of never being realistically possible. Yeah, I agree. You’re coming into the world of Alexis by turning the page. Into a world where you have twin stepbrother quarterbacks with 12 inch …uhmm…appendages… that fall in love with their stepsister, where you have dragons who shift into billionaire BDSM rock stars. And it’s totes more exciting than the one we live in where we’re mad and sad and scared and worried sometimes. I think reality should take a second place to fun for the time you have me.

  So I just wanted to say that, in case you know, you were hoping for like super real. The men and women in the pages below represent the best, and worst, of all of us as a collective whole. This is all about leaving your cares for the world behind, as we hold hands, and just for a little while go on a journey that makes us smile. And hopefully a lil’ wetter than before.

  Kisses and hugs and lots of love!

  Alexis xoxox

  1

  Liam

  THWACK!

  I swear to fucking God that’s the sound that gets made when I slap Naomi’s plump, round ass. It sounds so lewd, so profane that I fucking love it.

  Naomi moans and everything I said about lewd and profane is just multiplied by a factor of one hundred.

  She’s a nasty woman, in a good fucking way. The kind that sticks her hand down your pants and starts massaging your cock in public. The kind that gives the wet, sloppy blowjobs that you need to clean up with a mop afterwards.

  “Oh, Liam, that feels so good!” Naomi moans again, jutting her ass back against me and shucking herself against my tree trunk of a cock that’s going in and out of her like a fucking piston.

  That’s right. I’m fucking the shit out of her doggie style. Not what you expected America’s youngest Mayor to be doing at the World Mayor’s Day conference in Paris, did you?

  And, no, I’m not going to mimic the sounds that are happening when my cock is diving into her pussy. The slurping, sucking, slapping sounds that are coming from the two of us as my monster cock ravages this poor heiress’ pussy.

  That’s right. Heiress. Scion of the Boltiador family fortune. You’ve heard of them, right? They control nearly all the fucking gold mines in the Philippines and the copper mines in Indonesia. Not just that, but the fucking oil wells off the cost of Singapore and the coal mines in Australia.

  So what right? That’s probably what you’re wondering. What does an heiress’s family business have to do with me fucking her?

  “Oh baby … oh baby … oh ba … ughh!” Naomi groans loudly as my cock brushes up against a delicate cluster of nerve endings inside of her, pushing her over the edge. Her lithe body trembles in my hands and I feel her knees give way. I can feel the walls of her pussy spasm and tighten against my cock. She’s cumming. Hard.

  I’m not that far away from cumming myself. But before I spew obscene gallons of cum into this Trojan
, let me go ahead and introduce myself to those of you who haven’t seen my chiseled face and deep icy blue eyes on the cover of Time Magazine and Newsweek. My name is Liam Jeffries.

  If you just did a double take darlin’ that’s okay. Yes, I am that that Liam Jeffries. The motherfucking bad boy Mayor. America’s Youngest Mayor at 32 years old. Heartthrob of millions of women around the world who see me with my fucking ripped body – my cut pecs and my 8-pack abs. That same self-made billionaire who talked his way into Harvard University even though he came from dirt-poor backgrounds. The 6’ 3” wet dream that you have every time you see me on the news. That’s mainly because the news reporters love covering me. You should see the female reporters drool every time they interview me. And they try to find any excuse to talk to me. We’re installing a new stoplight in New Kingston—that’s the city I manage—and they’ll come to my office for an exclusive. Cat got stuck in a tree—they need to do a breaking news sit down. They're all hoping for some one-on-one time to get my rugged face on their show. And once the cameras stop rolling, if they’re female, they get on their fucking knees. They hike up their prim and proper skirts or throw off their pantsuits and moan, and start polishing my knob. They moan like a slut as they impale themselves on my monster fuck stick.

  Just how big are we talking about, Liam, you’re probably asking. You’ve heard the rumors. You’ve seen the hour-long special on Access Hollywood and Extra. I think they called the show something like Liam’s Legend.

  Well, it’s no fucking legend, I can tell you that. It’s fucking 12 inches of cock that swings between my legs. That’s right. Once you go Liam, you’re in a whole new world, baby.

  But if you think I’m bragging, then you’re absolutely fucking right, I am. Don’t like it? Think I’m a cocky fucking asshole? Well, guess what baby? I completely agree with you 100%.

  Don't get me wrong. I’m not being cocky just to be an asshole. Although that would be fun. But I got good cause to act like I own the fucking world. I came from absolutely nothing. We used to fucking live on one meal a day. My parents made sure we went to school so we would get the free lunches we were so fucking poor. I grew up in the Andrews Estate in New York City. Toughest fucking place to grow up, out of the entire city. Located smack dab in the South Bronx, I had absolutely nothing.

  And now I strut the world like a fucking colossus. Because I am.

  “You like that, darlin’?” I ask Naomi and she’s biting her lip as I thrust one last time before pulling out.

  Naomi doesn't waste any time as she gets on her knees and takes my cock with both hands. She knows what I like. She’s heard the stories before. From the Hollywood starlets I’ve banged who still want to get in on the action. The models. The pop stars. The porn stars that swore up and down that if I ever entered the industry they would only work with me.

  Before I know it, Naomi has taken off my condom and is jerking my pole with one hand as she starts massaging my balls with another and using her tongue to stimulate the underside of my tip. Jesus fuck. This dark-haired heiress is going to make me cum.

  She’s not the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, but I’ve seen so many that it doesn’t matter to me anymore. At least that’s what I’m starting to believe. Naomi doesn’t even have a tight pussy. You can tell all of those evenings getting fucked in Cannes and then Park City and Monaco are starting to take their fucking toll on her.

  I feel a shudder travel up my spine.

  “I just felt your balls tighten,” she tells me, looking up at me and giving me a slutty smile.

  She’s good, I guess. But I gotta tell you, I’m not really completely here in the moment with her. A lot of sex with a lot of women, all of who compliment you on your fucking Apollo-esque body, your two arms covered in tattoos, and your monstrous cock, will leave you with a crazy detachment from the act of sex itself. This woman means nothing to me.

  That’s not to say that when she wriggles her tongue on the base of my shaft and brings it up and wraps her lips around my tips and begins to suck that I don’t feel anything. Fuck, I feel enough to push me over the edge.

  “Fuck,” I groan loudly and feel my body go. This is it. An arc of electricity paralyzes me as it shoots from my loins and seizes my muscles in my body and I feel my cum racing out. I see my cock explode a moment later.

  Thick, long, gooey ropes of cum blast out of my slit and they make a mess on Naomi that I can tell will need a fucking beach towel to clean up.

  The first shot hits her square in the forehead. It literally splatters. She angles my cock slightly down and the second shot hits her cheek and nose. The third sails into her open mouth and lands on her tongue, but it starts rolling out and dribbling off her tongue and onto her chin and her smallish tits. The fifth and sixth shots hit her chin and neck.

  Fuck, just watching this woman coat her body with my cum is enough to get my cock twitching again. I’m still dribbling the last spurts and Naomi wastes no time, swallowing what’s left in her mouth and wrapping her lips around my tip, sucking again.

  She tries her best to empty me out, and after several swallows, finally lets my cock free with a loud popping noise.

  She starts scooping up the cum that's running in rivulets down her body as she looks at me with wanton eyes of unbridled lust.

  “I think Mr. Mayor,” she coos, “That if you can help me get cleaned up and get my clothes back on so we can look somewhat presentable at the rest of the conference, that I can guarantee those factory jobs in New Kingston.”

  “That’s the entire refining and semiconductor operations that you’ll set up there, right? No fucking tax breaks—just a property tax abatement?” I ask, making sure about our deal.

  She nods at me happily, her eyes glazed over as she takes my body in. My muscles are twitching and my cock is still at half-mast, which really only means it's shrunk to 11 inches.

  “We can announce in an hour … if I get cleaned up in time.”

  You remember when I asked you if you were wondering what I was doing at this World Mayor Conference? What I hoped to get by coming here?

  That’s what I came for. To seduce and get 10,000 good paying manufacturing jobs to come to my city. Each job is a union job, which means fucking benefits and at least $50,000 salary with paid vacation and sick time.

  In hindsight, this was a walk in the fucking park. I could have probably bargained with her for a few weeks and gotten this. But I fucked her instead and got what I wanted. It was a fun distraction to whatever those boring old geezers are talking about right now.

  I mean, I’m just letting you know how I fucking roll, baby. It’s going to get a lot hotter from here on in, so either take those panties off now, or maybe get a free pair ready. Maybe also get BOB all set and make sure he’s got the batteries to last, because I’m thinking you’re gonna need it soon. I don’t lie about shit like this, not when it involves my glistening body. Not when it deals with the tattoos on my massive, muscular body—tattoos that were crafted by the most gifted artists the world over. Because this body is going to make you cum. Either it’s going to get you hot, or you're going to jump your significant other after you’re done reading about me, or if even that doesn’t happen then I fucking swear to God I’m going to come out of the screen and stand in front of you. Naked. Ready to bone.

  After all, who wouldn't want to fuck me?

  “10,000 jobs,” I say to myself. Not a bad day’s work, I think you’ll agree.

  “If…” Naomi says with a smile, getting up on her feet, and gesturing to her naked body. “And only if you can find me a towel.”

  Good thing I brought one. Always come fucking prepared.

  I meant what I said above. Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you, darlin’.

  2

  New York Daily Journal

  New Kingston Mayor: Jobs to ‘CUM BACK!’ to town

  From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.

  As Mayor of New York City, I have an unique insight. As the owner o
f my paper, here are my thoughts…

  In a move that is now emblematic of the new Mayor, Liam Jeffries held a press conference today where he criticized the owners of the Pik-A-Part Factory that will be closing its doors in less than a month.

  The factory will be moving its operations to Shanghai, China, and removing approximately 2,500 jobs from the local economy.

  “It’s motherfuckers like this that are destroying this country,” the Mayor said in a live televised address that was delayed by five seconds to clear up some of the Mayor’s saltier words. “They think they’re really screwing this town because we wouldn't lower their local taxes so they’re taking their fucking jobs. But I have a surprise for those assholes.”

  It is standard practice now for local television studios to film the Mayor and apply a language filter that will drown out certain words that many have complained about. However, this newspaper believes in printing the exact words as they were spoken, and undertakes no such censorship.

  In a further move that truly surprised all local pundits, the Mayor then went on to announce a partnership with Boltiador Global Industries that would bring a total of 10,000 jobs to the local New Kingston economy as well as jump start many areas of growth that had remained stagnant in the last decade.

  Mayor Liam Jeffries is the youngest mayor to hold an office in the history of the nation. He campaigned on a policy of helping and taking care of the blue collar workers that he says “built this country.”

  A product of Harvard University, he nevertheless casts a contemptuous eye to his Ivy League brethren, calling them, “castrated pansies who don't have a pair of balls between them.” Instead, the mayor has championed the causes of the working class, campaigning and governing on a platform of being a regular, everyday man.