Two men. Too hot…
Abby Finlay sticks to one simple rule: no commitment. Ever. She’s not a one-man woman—or even a one-woman woman. She likes sex, and she’s not afraid to experiment. The secret to her success is never sticking around long enough to let anyone get past her tough, cynical exterior. And that’s what’s making her nervous right now. The Look. In other words, the expression on twomonths-steady Eric’s face when he looks at her. It’s got “next level” written all over it—and Abby’s on alert to head for the door. When Abby confesses to the sexual arousal she feels with his roommate, Jett, Eric can hardly believe his luck. He and Jett have been looking for that one perfect woman with whom to share their lives, and Abby is the missing piece who fits perfectly into the empty space. Confronted with not just one man, but two who offer her the “C” word, Abby’s buried fears come roaring to the surface. There’s only one thing left to do. Run, before she hurts the two men who mean more to her than they should.
Warning: This story contains one commitment-phobic woman, two hot men looking for commitment, sizzling ménage à trois sex and a HEA. Heat alert!!
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Dedication
To all my awesome readers!
Chapter One
The fire warmed the room and gilded them with a shifting, shimmery glow, shadows and light flickering over and around them. The crackle of applewood mingled with sighs and moans and whispers as Abby and Eric kissed and stroked and petted, heating up hotter than the fire burning in the fireplace. The plush throw Eric had tossed to the floor in front of the fireplace was soft beneath her back as Eric’s hand stroked down her side, his breath warm on her lips as he hovered above her. His other hand pushed the hair back off her forehead and rested there. “God, Abby, you make me hot.” “It’s the fire,” she whispered. He snorted with amusement, lifted his head and smiled down at her. “It’s you.” He slid his hand up her ribcage, cupped her breast with one large hand. “It’s all you.” Her eyes drifted closed, and her hand tightened on the firm muscles of his back, pulling him closer. He kissed her again, deeper, open-mouthed, touched her tongue with long, slow licks inside her mouth, making her melt even more. She wanted him so badly. She opened her eyes and looked into his—intense light blue eyes framed with dark lashes. Eyes that seduced her, pulled her in. What she saw there made her stomach tighten, made her heart thud within her ribcage, made her breath catch. Mesmerized, pinned by his gaze and the gentle hand on her forehead, she lay there and looked up at him. “Abby,” he murmured and brushed his mouth over hers again. She shivered despite the warmth of the fire and put her hand over his to stop him. He stilled and lifted his head from where he nuzzled her neck. She ached with need for him, but fear clutched at her with cold fingers. She trembled with desire and nerves. The sound of a key grating in the lock of Eric’s apartment door had them both turning their heads. Abby’s heart lurched. Eric rolled off her and tossed one edge of the blanket they were lying on across her chest. She clutched it to her as Eric sat up. Luckily she still had her jeans on; only her top half was naked. She heard the door shut, and then Eric’s roommate appeared at the back of the couch.
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“Oh.” Jett took in the two of them, Eric’s shirt unbuttoned, her with the blanket pressed to her naked breasts, both of them breathing hard. Her cheeks were probably as flushed as Eric’s, and now they grew even hotter. Jett stood there, staring at them. He swallowed. “Sorry,” he murmured. “I’ll just…” “That’s okay.” Abby rolled to her feet, still wrapped in the blanket. “I have to go now, anyway.” Eric slanted her a look but she pretended not to see it. Jett stood there, the firelight gleaming on his dark hair. Stubble shadowed his face as it always did. He was insanely good looking—a male model, although now that he was a medical resident he was cutting back on the modeling that had paid his way through med school. It was so unfair that one guy could have it all—brains, good looks—and yet be the sweetest, nicest guy… Abby shook her head. She was dating Eric. Who was just as hot, with his buff body, sexy eyes and killer smile. Who seduced her with laughter and fun and spontaneity. “I have to work in the morning,” she reminded Eric with a tight smile. He nodded, shoved a hand through his hair. Jett backed out of the room, down the hall, probably to his bedroom, and Abby looked around for her shirt and bra. She dropped the throw and quickly dressed. “You’re still coming to Kylie’s birthday party tomorrow night?” she asked, reaching for Eric, palming his face with one hand. “Yeah.” One corner of his mouth turned down, and his eyes shadowed; he was clearly unhappy about being interrupted, but a faint relief skimmed over her. Not that she didn’t want him—God, did she! But the look in his eyes had been so intense for a moment there it had made her nervous. Was he getting…serious about her? Her stomach tightened. She took a quick breath in, then out, forced a smile. “We should go out for dinner first,” he said. “Okay.” “I’ll pick you up around seven.” She kissed him, drawing away with the barest stroke of her tongue across his bottom lip. His eyes darkened. She liked that she aroused him. And he wasn’t the only one suffering. The heavy heat between her legs throbbed all the way home until she could take care of it in her bed. Alone.
The fire burned low and the glow of the television had replaced it. Eric sat on the leather couch, feet propped on the coffee table, a beer in his hand. He looked up as Jett walked into the room. “Sorry about interrupting like that,” Jett said. That had been one helluva hot scene he’d walked in on. Eric sighed. “That’s okay.”
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“Uh-oh. Problems in paradise?” Eric shrugged and took a pull from his beer. “I thought things were going great with you two.” Jett sat on the couch beside Eric and snagged the beer from him, taking a big swallow. “Hey! Get your own.” “Good idea.” With a grin, Jett went to the kitchen, found another beer in the fridge, and returned to the couch. He, too, lifted his feet to the coffee table. “So, what’s the problem?” he asked. “I can’t put my finger on it. I just…it feels like sometimes she’s holding back. Pulling away.” Jett frowned. “Why?” “I have no idea.” “You just need to get laid.” “Hell, yeah. And I was about to, if you hadn’t walked in.” His brows sloped together, though, as if he wasn’t so sure of that. “Buddy.” Eric turned his head and looked at Jett. Their eyes met. Eric’s light eyes darkened and Jett’s cock swelled and throbbed. “C’mere.” Jett lifted a hand. They shifted closer together on the couch. Eric groaned and reached for Jett. His hand slid around the back of Jett’s neck and Jett’s hand gripped Eric’s hard biceps, pulling Eric toward him. Their mouths met in a long, hard kiss. “No need for blue balls, buddy,” Jett whispered as their mouths separated. Eric groaned again. “You really like her, don’t you?” Jett brushed his lips over Eric’s. His heart picked up a rapid rhythm and flames erupted in his balls. “Yeah.” Eric kissed him back, dragged his tongue over Jett’s lower lip. “She’s different.” He dug his fingers into Jett’s shoulder. “I know.” Jett nipped at Eric’s lip and Eric forked his fingers into his hair. Christ, that felt good. “There’s something about her…” “You like her too.” Jett licked Eric’s mouth. “Yeah. I like her a lot.” They drew apart and their eyes met. And held. Heat and hope shimmered around them. “D’you think…?” “I think I’m running out of patience. I’m so damn horny…” “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” Eric sighed and pressed closer to Jett. “Christ.”
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Jett’s head spun, his body heated and sparked. “Let’s go to bed.”
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Dark. Loud. Crowded. These impressions assaulted Abby’s senses as she walked into Cirque, the club where Kylie had chosen to celebrate her birthday. Eric’s hand rested on her lower back and Jett walked next to her on the other side. Flashing lights lit the dance floor filled with writhing bodies. Someone bumped into her, his drink sloshing over, and Eric had to pull her back to avoid it landing on her. “There’s Kylie.” Eric gestured and they changed direction to make their way across the bar to where Kylie stood with her husband, Duncan, and a small crowd of other people. “Happy birthday, Kylie!” Abby hugged her cousin, a pretty strawberry blonde, then Duncan. Eric and Jett shook hands with both of them. “Here’s your present.” She handed over a small box wrapped in glossy black paper with black-and white-spotted ribbon tied around it. “I said no presents!” Kylie protested. “I know, it’s nothing, really.” “I’ll open it later,” Kylie promised, tucking the small gift into her purse. She eyed the two men with Abby with interest. “Why don’t you get a drink?” The three of them moved to the bar and ordered drinks. Abby leaned against the bar, relaxed and mellow after dinner with Jett and Eric. She hadn’t been surprised when Eric had included Jett—he did that whenever he could because Jett worked such horrendously long hours at the hospital and hardly ever had time for fun. They’d gone to a casual place, noisy and busy, and the two men had kept her laughing all the way through dinner. They were so funny together, so smart, and the light flirting they’d all indulged in had been harmless and amusing, easing the tension she’d felt since last night when Eric had gotten so intense. Even Jett had teased and flirted with her, making her shake her head, but also warming her inside. Abby’s eyes met Eric’s over the rim of her martini glass as she lifted it to her lips. Heat flashed between them. Her core went molten and achy. Damn. He’d softened her up over dinner and drinks, with crazy antics and jokes. How was she supposed to resist him now? He stroked a hand over her shoulder, left bare by the black halter top she wore, and pleasure trickled through her. She loved his touch. For a big guy, he was gentle. Most of the time. He seemed to know when she needed a rougher edge.
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She shifted closer to him so their bodies touched there in the crowded bar, and inhaled the scent of his crisp aftershave that had already become so familiar to her. She closed her eyes for a moment. Why was she trying to resist? At that moment, she couldn’t really remember. “Abby doll.” Jett’s voice spoke from behind her. “Come dance with me.” She turned her head lazily and smiled at him over her shoulder. “Now?” He smiled back at her. “Yeah.” Abby glanced at Eric, certain that he’d be frowning. But he removed her martini from her hand, set it on the bar, and with both hands on her shoulders, he gave her a little spin toward Jett. She laughed and shot Eric a what-the-hell glance, but followed Jett to the dance floor. She loved dancing and so did Jett. Eric not so much. Which was probably why he didn’t mind her dancing with another guy—took the pressure off him. Jett moved up close behind her, hands on her hips, and they ground together. Abby lifted her arms in the air, swung her hair and…Jesus. Jett pressed his groin against her ass and he had a hard-on. A massive, exciting hard-on. Her tummy did a little flip, and liquid heat drizzled through her. She leaned her head back onto his chest as they moved to the music, the beat of it injecting itself into her body, becoming part of her. Jett’s hand slid around her, onto her belly, holding her there. It was like sex on the dance floor. Ah, hell. Did she never learn? What was she doing? The song ended just as she was about to tear herself away from Jett and abandon the dance floor. Trying to keep things light, she patted Jett’s cheek as she extricated herself from his hold and gave a breathy laugh. “Thanks, Jett. I know Eric thanks you too, because now I won’t nag at him all night to dance with me.” His eyes glinted and he followed her back to the bar where Eric stood, now talking to Duncan and another couple who’d arrived. Melina and Gavin. Abby’s heart gave a little palpitation at seeing them. When Melina saw her, a bright smile widened her pretty mouth. “Abby!” Abby walked into her arms and they hugged tightly. “Hi, married lady,” she murmured into Melina’s ear. “Haven’t seen you since the wedding.” “I know.” Melina drew back. “I just met your friend Eric.” She gave him a sidelong glance. “I heard you’ve been seeing someone.” Abby lifted one shoulder, tried to look cool and casual. “Yeah.” Melina turned her head so she faced away from Eric and mouthed, “Hot!”
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Abby grinned. “Hey, I want a hug, too.” Gavin stepped forward and Abby moved into his arms. Big, solid, warm and safe feeling. Okay, sexy too, but…she waited for the sizzle that didn’t come. Since the last time she’d seen him and Melina, she’d started dating Eric, and for some reason, the two people to whom she’d once been so fiercely attracted no longer lit her up. She stepped out of Gavin’s embrace, and Eric handed her the martini she’d left behind earlier. “Thanks.” She shot him a smile. “Have fun on the dance floor?” he asked. She eyed him. Had he watched them? Was he jealous? But no. His eyes sparkled and the corners of his mouth lifted. She didn’t want to make him jealous. Really, she didn’t. But his lack of jealousy made her wonder if maybe she’d misread things. Maybe he wasn’t getting all serious and lovey mushy on her. Maybe it was all good. And why did that thought make her feel like scowling? “Mmmhmm.” She sipped the martini, letting the spirits warm her all the way down inside her. “We haven’t met.” Jett stretched out a hand toward Gavin. “I’m Jett Bonner, Eric’s roommate.” “Oh, I’m sorry! I should have introduced you.” Abby did the intros. Then Melina pulled her aside. “So,” she said into Abby’s ear. “Tell me all about this guy. Kylie says you met because of her.” Abby rolled her eyes. “Not because of her. Because of Duncan. Duncan met him through work— Eric’s a photographer. He needed a food stylist for a shoot and Duncan recommended me.” “And the rest is history.” Melina grinned and sipped her margarita. “Yeah. Right. History.” But she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “We kind of clicked and we went out and…” “You haven’t had a relationship with a guy for quite a while.” Abby knew people thought she was bisexual. Maybe even a lesbian. The truth was she just liked sex, with lots of different people, trying lots of different things. She knew she wasn’t a one-man woman, wasn’t made for any kind of serious commitment. She slid her gaze to Eric. What would he think if she told him she’d had sex with Melina? And Gavin. Together. What would he think of her if he knew the kinds of things she’d done? Which was probably why she shouldn’t even be with him. He was a great guy. Straight-arrow, upstanding, solid. And she was a player, out to have fun, looking for anything but serious or long-term. “It’s not really a relationship. We’re just having fun.” “Oh. Okay, then, you’ve never ‘had fun’ with the same guy for so long.” Abby frowned. “You sound like you don’t believe me.”
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Melina shrugged, eyes dancing. “I saw the way you two looked at each other.” “Like what?” Abby gulped her martini, and her eyes watered. “Well…it’s a lot different than the way you looked at me.” Abby paused. “Oh. Well…” Melina laughed and put a hand on her forearm, gave her a gentle squeeze. “I’m teasing, Abby. If you’ve found someone you care about, that’s great.” Impatience flared in her. Why did Melina keep insisting this was more than it really was? “It’s not like that.” Melina gave her a shrewd look. Abby met her gaze head-on, chin up. Then she tossed her hair back. “Don’t look at me like that,” she grouched and Melina laughed. “Fine. You’re having fun with Eric.” “I’m going to the ladies’ room.” And Abby escaped Melina’s probing questions. She pushed her way through the crowd of bodies, but halfway there an arm snaked around her waist and pulled her up against a hard body. She looked up into the face of a stranger—a drunken, leering stranger. “Hey, hottie,” he said, grinning. “Wanna dance?” “No thanks.” She pushed against his chest. His arm tightened around her and the other hand went to her hip. The guy was strong. “Come on.” “I said, no thanks.” Panic flickered inside her. She shoved him harder. “Hey, that’s not very friendly.” The guy bent his head, the fumes of his breath almost enough to knock her over. Jesus. She turned her head aside and struggled against the imprisoning arms. “Let her go.” The deep, stony voice came from behind her, and the drunk looked up. “Who the hell are you?” Abby glanced over her shoulder and saw Eric there. “I’m her boyfriend,” he snarled. “Get your hands off her or I’ll have to hurt you.” The word “boyfriend” startled Abby, but she refocused on trying to remove herself from the guy’s hands. Then Jett appeared beside Eric, both of them tall, broad and scowling ferociously. “Is this asshole bothering Abby?” Jett asked. The stranger released her and she stumbled two steps away, into Eric’s arms. Jett glared at the man. “I should punch your lights out,” he growled, and she had no doubt he could. And would. And would do serious damage. Eric too, from the look on his face. The man’s eyes swiveled back and forth, and he held up his hands. “Hey, man, sorry.” He backed up, tripped, fell on his ass in the midst of a crowd of patrons, who looked down at him, then moved away.
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Jett shook his head, turned to Abby. “Are you okay?” The concern in his eyes touched her and she nodded, turned and peered up into Eric’s face. He, too, glowered at the loser on the floor and his arms tightened around her. “I’m okay. Thanks.” “Jesus. What a jerk.” They both accompanied her to the ladies’ room and waited for her outside. She didn’t need them. She was perfectly capable of looking after herself. Had been for a long time. But their rescue and their solicitousness made her heart go unwillingly, unfamiliarly soft in her chest. Wow. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of talk shouted above the music, flashing lights in the dark and more martinis, and Abby didn’t even think to protest when Eric told her she was coming home with him. Of course she was. The three of them squeezed into the back seat of a taxi, and the driver shook his head at their tipsy jokes and laughter. Then they all stumbled into Eric and Jett’s apartment. Jett put his hands on her ass and pulled her to him, gave her a big kiss. “G’night, Abby doll.” And he disappeared into his room, leaving her staring after him, fingertips on her mouth. She turned to face Eric, standing there with his arms folded across his chest, a crease between his brows, the corners of his mouth turned down. “What?” “You were flirting with Jett all night.” Her tummy clenched. “No, I wasn’t.” He took a step toward her and she resisted the urge to move back. His eyes blazed like blue flames. “No?” He stood right in front of her, almost touching her and she lifted her chin. She and Jett had flirted a little, danced a little, but it was all just friendly fun. She injected a mocking tone into her voice and asked, “Are you jealous?”
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One corner of Eric’s mouth kicked up. God, he was gorgeous. That crooked smile along with the intensity in his eyes had her thighs quivering. “No.” “Then why are you looking all pissed off and hostile?” “Hostile?” His hands captured her hips. “Baby, I’m not hostile. I’m horny.” “Oh.” Did her flirting with Jett turn him on? That was kinda… His mouth on hers obliterated that train of thought. He pulled her against him, hard, and took her mouth in a claiming, possessive kiss. Then he slid his mouth across her cheek. “I’m going to fuck you.” His voice thickened with desire. Her body dissolved and his hands tightened on her ass to hold her up. “I’m going to taste your nipples. I can feel how hard they are. Christ, this shirt you’re wearing barely hides anything.” Weakness slid down her legs. He nuzzled her ear, licked her earlobe and she shuddered. “Is your pussy wet?” She couldn’t form words, could only moan. “Let me see…” He slid a hand down over the curve of her butt to the back of her thighs, then up under her short skirt. “God, Abby, it feels like you’re not even wearing panties.” “It’s…a…thong.” Tingling sensations followed the touch of his finger on her flesh. “You are wet.” His fingers slid between her folds and gently probed. Her thighs parted and she wanted to climb on top of him to allow him more access. He pushed her up against the wall in the small entrance of the apartment, bumping against the table with a clatter. “Be careful!” she whispered. “Jett…” “S’okay.” He nipped at her jaw. What was okay? Jett wouldn’t hear them? Jett wouldn’t come out? Or…it was okay if he did come out… She moaned, tilted her head to let him lick the side of her neck.
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His fingers found their way back under her skirt and into her panties, stroking in slow luscious dips and rubs. Her clit pulsed and flames licked over her body. His other hand lifted to the tie of the halter top at the back of her neck and released it, then dragged the top slowly down to her waist. Cool air kissed her breasts and puckered her nipples, and then his hand cupped her. “Love your tits,” he mumbled and lowered his head to kiss one nipple. Sensation built inside her, her nerve endings tingling, and her head fell back, her hands going to his head to hold him at her breasts. He licked and sucked at the tender tips, one then the other, and thick liquid need pooled between her legs where his fingers played. One finger slid inside her, and she gasped. His thumb found her clit, rubbed over it, and oh, Jesus, yes! Right…there. Pleasure grew there, a buzzing, a tightening, and she arched harder into him, reaching for it until she came in long, hard waves of pleasure. “Oh, my God.” She panted, leaned her forehead against his, heat pulsing through her body. “I wasn’t ready for that.” She felt his smile as his fingers withdrew from inside her, from between her legs. “That’s okay. You’ll be ready for the next one.”
Eric loved how she fell apart in his arms, pressed against the wall, her juices running over his hand as she came. His cock throbbed insistently, and he scooped her up in his arms. With a gasp she grabbed his shoulders. “Eric.” “Ssssh.” He strode down the hall, past Jett’s closed door to his own room. He kicked the door shut behind them and deposited her onto his big bed. He reached for the lamp, wanting to see her, her big brown eyes, the fiery glints in her chestnut hair, her small, perfect body. Warm light spilled across the bed. He loved the image of her looking up at him, her bottom lip caught under her top teeth. Her top was still scrunched around her waist, leaving her breasts bare to his gaze. She wasn’t a candidate to work at Hooters, but her breasts appealed to him—their perfect roundness high on her narrow ribcage, small brownish-pink nipples tilted up. He liked long nipples and after his attention, hers were prominent and dark. Her short skirt had ridden high, leaving slender legs bare, and she slowly slid one foot up then back down on the bed. He could tell she was pressing her thighs together and knew she ached there. His groin tightened. “What are you waiting for?” she asked in a husky voice. “I’m admiring you.” He pulled his shirt out of his jeans and yanked it over his head. “I’d like to photograph you like that.” “Oh, dear God.”
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He grinned. “Don’t worry. I won’t do it tonight.” She studied him with equal interest as he stepped out of jeans and boxer briefs. His cock sprang up, thick and hard. Abby’s lips parted and her eyes gleamed, and when her tongue came out to touch her bottom lip, his cock twitched. He wanted that tongue on him. On his cock. He knelt on the bed beside her and slid his hand up sleek thighs, under the skirt, snagged the tiny panties and dragged them down. Down. Down. She sucked in an audible breath, watching him. With her clothes bunched around her waist, he gently pushed her thighs apart with both hands and continued his scrutiny. Once again he wished for a camera to capture that image. His erotic photography wasn’t something he shared with many, but he longed to photograph Abby. Then share the photos with her and see her reaction. She was so wet from her orgasm, all dark pink and swollen and shiny. His mouth watered. His gut clenched. He leaned forward and lapped at her, one long lick of his tongue. Hot, molten sweetness flowed over his tongue. Her thighs spasmed beneath his hands. “Christ, you taste good,” he muttered, drawing back to look at her again. “So sweet.” “Lick me,” she groaned, her hands reaching for him. “Lick me again, Eric.” With pleasure. He bent back down and went at her, licking, pulling her soft flesh into his mouth and sucking gently, tonguing her up and down and side to side until she writhed beneath him. He released her thighs and parted her with his thumbs to go deeper and the sweetness intensified. He swallowed her taste, buried his nose in the neat triangle of chestnut curls just above her slit, inhaled the warm female scent of her. His tongue probed, licked, and then he found her straining clit and pressed a kiss to it. She jerked and fisted her hands in his hair. “Come again,” he muttered, sliding a finger inside her. “Come in my mouth.” Hot silky wetness enveloped him. He slid another finger, and another, and then all four fingers thrust in and out in a fierce rhythm as he licked her clit. She cried out and the tension on the roots of his hair sent pinpricks of sensation racing from his scalp over his body. He moved his hips to rub his dick against the bed. She came in his mouth, and he captured the pulsing bud and sucked, kept his fingers inside her while the tight ring of muscles convulsed around them and she flooded his hand. When her frantic movements slowed, he released her quivering clit with another small, closed-mouth kiss and slid up her body. “Wow,” she moaned. He kissed her mouth, his slippery with her cream, his wet chin rubbing against hers. “Oh, Abby. You fucking turn me on so much.” “I know, I know. Me too.” Her hands skated up his back, then down again to his ass. He tensed his buttocks, not because he didn’t want her to go there, but because he did. He shuddered.
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“Fuck me,” she whispered, and licked his wet chin. Christ! She didn’t hesitate to ask for what she wanted, and that turned him on too, almost unbearably. He reached between them, found his shaft and pressed it against her opening. Like a hungry, little mouth, she pulled at him, tightened around him and he groaned. “Your pussy is so hot,” he gasped. “Burning hot. Silky wet.” He buried his face in the curve of her neck, the exotic fragrance of her hair filling his nostrils. He breathed her in, wanted to absorb all of her, somehow take all of her inside him and keep her there. Jesus. The intensity of his emotions startled him, made him surge into her in a hard thrust, harder than he intended. But she took him, tipped her pelvis to take him deeper, lifted her legs and squeezed his hips with them. He pulsed inside her, afraid to move for a moment, his balls tight and drawn up, ready to explode, her pussy rippling around him. He gritted his teeth, tried to breath into tight lungs, and then he couldn’t stop it. Like a tidal wave, pleasure swamped him and he pounded into her in hard, fast thrusts and he toppled head over ass into the deepest, hottest ecstasy. The noises Abby made in her throat, small cries and whimpers, intensified his pleasure, and he poured himself into her in weighty pulses until his body went lax and spent. He rolled to the side with her in his arms, a vague awareness reaching his brain that she still had those damn clothes bunched around her waist. He held on tight, brain spinning, lungs straining for oxygen. Whoa. Had she felt that as much as he had? He couldn’t wait any longer to tell her how he felt. It was bursting inside him, the words on his lips. “Abby.” “Mmmm.” She licked one nipple and nuzzled his chest. “We have to talk.” “Mmmm.” He cupped one hand to the back of her head, a hot softness in his chest. “I think…I want…” Christ. He was afraid to say too much, afraid to say it wrong. “I think I’m…” He swallowed, tried one more time. “I want us to take our relationship to the next level.” God, that sounded lame. Drowsy, sated, she nodded her head, pressed to his chest, mumbled something he couldn’t understand. Hell. She was falling asleep on him. He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her silky hair. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” He rested his head back into the pillow, his heart still thudding. Tomorrow.
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“I’m sorry I have to get up and go to work,” Eric murmured in her ear. Abby blinked drowsy eyes. He stroked her hair off her face. “You stay here and sleep longer if you want.” “Mmmph.” She turned her face into the pillow and squeezed her eyes shut. Whatever time it was, it was way too early for her. She didn’t have anything scheduled until after noon. “We need to talk,” Eric said. “About what I said last night. But we’ll do it tonight. Okay?” She mumbled another noise and burrowed deeper into the pillow. He laughed softly. “I know you’re not a morning person. I’ll call you later.” But when he was gone, his words sank into her brain. Talk. About what he’d said last night. Her eyes flew open, and she rolled to her back. She stared at the ceiling, pressed a hand to her stomach. Oh, God. He was getting serious about her. This was so, so bad. But…after last night, after the amazing, intense sex they’d had, it was hard to deny that she had feelings for him, too, feelings she couldn’t exactly identify except she knew she liked him so much, wanted to be with him, all the time. Could they really have something together? She closed her eyes, her stomach tense beneath her fingers. Commitment scared the hell out of her. The idea of being with one man—one person—for the rest of her life felt constricting. Suffocating. And yet…the idea of being without Eric made her feel empty and cold. They may have been having fun, but somehow her emotions had gotten all mixed up in the fun without her permission. And now he had feelings for her, too. Dammit. She stretched in Eric’s bed, inhaled the scent of him and sex on the sheets, slid her hand up from her stomach to cup one breast. God, they’d had fun last night. The sex they’d shared had been the hottest, most intense yet, and apparently a few martinis had drowned her defenses. She climbed out of bed in the dim bedroom. Eric had left the blinds drawn on the window. Silence stretched all around her in the quiet apartment. After using Eric’s bathroom, she dressed and went down the hall to the kitchen, wondering what the chances were of finding a cup of coffee. She surveyed the small kitchen, her mouth twisting when she viewed the empty, cold coffee maker. Damn. “Looking for java, Abby doll?”
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She jumped, her heart stuttering in her chest, and whirled to face Jett. He’d been lying on the couch and she hadn’t noticed him there. He laid the book he was reading face down on the coffee table. She strove for control. “Oh, hi. Yeah. I’d kill for a cup of coffee.” He rolled to his feet and ambled toward her, long legs clad in faded jeans, stubble dusting his jaw, his T-shirt ridden up to expose his lean abs just above the low-slung jeans. “I’ll make you some,” he said. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll stop at Starbucks on my way home.” “Oh, come on.” He trailed a hand over her shoulder. “I want some, too. Stay and keep me company for a few minutes.” Her skin tingled and tightened at his touch, and she shifted away, trying to be inconspicuous about it. He spooned coffee grounds into the filter and filled the machine with water. She’d never noticed before that he was left handed. It was…sexy. He turned to face her, leaning on the counter, arms folded across his wide chest. “You’re off today?” she asked. “Yeah. Two days off.” Jett was almost done with his residency at St. Matthews Hospital. “And no modeling jobs?” He shook his head, rubbed his jaw. “Nah. I have a couple of jobs coming up next month, but I’m pretty much done with that. I don’t have much time for it now, and…” He shrugged. “It was a means to an end.” “It worked out well for you.” He smiled, and two deep dimples appeared in his lean cheeks. “Yeah. A lot of other med students are buried in debt. I was lucky.” “You worked hard.” He snorted. “’Cause modeling is such hard work. Ah, I shouldn’t say that. It can be hard. I just never took it really seriously. It’s just luck that I look the way I do.” She shook her head at him, unable to stop the smile that curved her lips, and a little of the taut tension eased out of her. He poured them each a cup of coffee and they took them into the living room. Bright sunshine poured in through floor-to-ceiling windows, the downtown skyline a crisp silhouette against a clear blue sky. Abby sat on the couch, and Jett flung himself down beside her. “Have fun last night?” he asked. “Mm. Yeah.” “Me too. I liked dancing with you.” The tension roared back and gripped her as she recalled his erection pressing into her from behind, his hands on her body. Her nipples went on alert, tight and tingly, and her tummy quivered.
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“Um. Yeah.” She sipped the coffee, hot and strong, met his eyes over the rim of the mug. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement. She frowned. “What’s so funny?” “You.” She bristled. “Me? What?” “You’re always so tough. So cool.” He reached out a hand and touched her hair, gently pushing it off her face. Her heart contracted and her pulse leaped. “But right now I can see your fingers shaking. I can see your eyes darting all over the place. What are you so nervous about?” “I’m not nervous.” “No?” His hand lowered to her bare shoulder and cupped it, his fingers rubbing. A warm buzzing started low inside her. Oh, God. She wanted to move away from him, from the warmth of his fingers on her skin, from the piercing look in his eyes. But if she did, he’d know she was turned on by him. She tossed her head. “Jett. What are you doing?” “What do you think?” And he leaned in closer and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Oooh. Liquid heat centered between her legs. She had to end this. She jumped to her feet, sloshing hot coffee over her hand, but she barely registered it. She set the cup down on the table and took three steps away. “Jett. Stop. Eric is your friend. Why would you come on to the girl he’s dating?” Jett sat back against the couch and regarded her. “Didn’t Eric talk to you last night?” “About what?” “About …you two. You know.” “Oh. Well.” She wanted to squirm. “He mentioned…something. But he said we’d talk more about it later.” Jett frowned. “Oh. Later.” He pushed his bottom lip out. God that was sexy. “Okay. Fine.” He lifted his hands. “Sorry.” Confusion tangled with the lust he’d aroused inside her. What was he talking about? Did he know Eric was going to tell her he loved her? But why would he think he could put the moves on her? Was he not the sweetheart she thought he was? Yes, he’d flirted with her, but she’d always admired the way he stopped short of anything serious, the way he was so loyal to his friend. And why, why did she respond to him like that? God! Just when she’d been wondering about the possibility of something real and lasting between her and Eric—one man, one woman—her panties were wet over his goddamn best friend and roommate. She was a slut. There was no hope for her. Years of playing around with men, women, whoever, just wanting to have fun, no strings attached—that’s who she was. These last couple of months, spending time
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with Eric had filled an emptiness inside her she hadn’t even known was there, but clearly she didn’t deserve to have someone focus all his attention on her, because she didn’t have it in her to focus all her attention on him. She should just go back to casual encounters with whoever caught her interest. Her heart squeezed but she pasted on a smile for Jett. “You are so bad,” she said lightly. “Such a tease.” She shook her head at him, then turned and picked up her purse from the table where she’d left it last night. “Thanks for the coffee.” Her eyes burned as she let herself out. She ached with the thought of never seeing Eric again, but that’s what she had to do. There was no point in stringing him along, giving him hope that she was someone who could make a commitment and stay faithful to him, when clearly she couldn’t.
“I can’t stay long.” Abby walked into Eric and Jett’s apartment later that evening, wearing black jeans and a little black tee with a sparkly logo on it. Her soft, black leather purse was slung over one shoulder. “What do you mean, you can’t stay long?” Eric stared at her, then closed the door behind her. “I’m on my way out with some friends.” He blinked. She was going out. “Uh. Okay. Where are you going?” She shrugged, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Hey. Who’re you? My boss? Just out. I don’t know where yet.” This wasn’t going the way he’d planned. Eric looked at Jett, sitting in the armchair in the living room. Jett rose to his feet, his lips pressed together, dark brows slanted down. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Eric frowned. Looked from Abby, who was studiously avoiding looking at Jett, back to Jett, all scowling. “I actually just came by to…” She paused, looked at Eric. “Could we talk alone?” Jett’s glower deepened but he turned and stalked down the hall. Eric gut clenched. “Come in.” He held out an arm so Abby would walk into the living room. But she didn’t move. “That’s okay. Like I said, I’m just stopping in for a minute.” She tossed her hair back. He loved how it slid over her shoulders, all shiny chestnut and thick. “I’m really sorry, Eric, but I can’t see you any more.”
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Eric stared at her, his mouth hanging open. “What?” “I’m sorry,” she said again. She scuffed a toe of her boot on the floor. “This isn’t working out between us.” “What are you talking about?” He raked his hand through his hair, every muscle rigid. “Last night we…I…” Dread struck him a blow. “What happened with you and Jett?” “Nothing!” But something had. He could tell. He saw the flicker in her eyes. “Jett!” He sucked in air. “Get your ass out here!” “Eric, don’t.” She stepped toward him and put a hand on his arm. “He’s your friend, don’t blame him…” “Blame him for what?” He squeezed the words out between clenched teeth. Jett appeared in the hall. “What the fuck?” he muttered. “What happened with you and Abby?” Eric faced his friend. Jett’s eyes zoomed in on Abby, one brow lifting fractionally, then back to Eric. “What did she tell you?” “Nothing, goddammit!” “Listen,” Abby said, desperation shading her voice dark. “This is my fault. There are things about me I haven’t told you, and I…I’m just not right for you.” “Abby, that’s crazy. Nothing you could tell me would change how I feel about you.” Her eyes flickered between the two men again. She said nothing. Then she pressed her lips together and planted her hands on her hips. “Fine. I’ll tell you. I’ll tell both of you. I’m leaving anyway.” She licked her lips, which drew Eric’s gaze to her pretty mouth and little tongue. Arousal stirred in his belly. “I’ve been kind of …experimenting the last few years.” “Experimenting.” “Yeah.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not going to apologize for it. I’ve been having fun. I’m not a relationship kind of person. I can’t see myself spending the rest of my life with one person. I’ve been with men. And with women. And both at the same time.” Relief slid through him. That was her big secret? He met Jett’s eyes and they both repressed a smile. “I see.”
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She shifted the strap of her purse on her shoulder. “So I’m not the right woman for you.” She swallowed. “I’d had a few martinis last night, but I heard what you said. I know you’re looking for a relationship, for commitment. And I’m not made for that.” “You’re not.” “No. And then this morning…well, Jett and I…nothing happened!” She held up her hands. “But…I…I’m so sorry, but I was attracted to him…” Her eyes appealed to Jett, then Eric. “Don’t be mad at him, okay? It just made me realize that I really can’t be with you.” Eric slowly lowered his arms. He tipped his head to one side. “You’re attracted to Jett.” She pressed her lips together and gave a short nod. “And you’re breaking up with me because you can’t commit to one man.” “Yes.” “And you think that’s what I want.” “Well…isn’t it?” Eric’s lips twitched and he shot a sideways glance at Jett. Jett’s scowl had relaxed and the corners of his mouth lifted. “No. No, it’s not.” Not exactly. “Oh.” Her long lashes fluttered as she blinked rapidly. “Oh.” She seemed at a loss for words. Her cheeks pinkened. “Abby.” He lowered his voice. “Jett and I…we both want you.”
Abby’s purse hit the floor with a thunk. “You both…what?” Her dark eyes widened, her lips parted. She tried to suck in air but her lungs seemed to have constricted. Eric took a step toward her. So did Jett. “We both want you, Abby.” She looked from Eric to Jett. They both wore faint smiles on their faces, both had warm eyes. Jett nodded. Her lungs still wouldn’t expand. Her head started to feel a little light. “You mean…a threesome? With both of you?” They nodded. “But you…you two…are so…straight. I never thought you would…do something like that.” They exchanged a glance.
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“Listen. There’s something you don’t know about us, either,” Eric said, his voice velvet rough. She waited. “Jett and I are more than just friends.” Sure. They were roommates, too. Then they moved closer together, and Eric put a hand on Jett’s shoulder. And it struck her—that’s not what he meant. Oh. My. God. How could she have been so blind? “But…” What had he been doing with her? She slid her gaze back and forth between them. He sensed her question. “We both like women, too.” “And…we both really like you,” Jett added, a hopeful note in his voice. Abby’s insides thawed and softened, her heart expanded. Wow. Okay. Well. This was different. Commit to one man? Scary. A threesome? That she could do! A jolt of hot sensation hit her hard and heat flared in her. They stood there, the three of them, a thick silence pulsing around them. Or maybe that was her blood in her ears. Her pelvic area felt tight and heavy, and her mouth yearned to be kissed. “How about now?” she said. Both men choked out a laugh. “I thought you were on your way out with friends,” Eric murmured, stepping close to her and setting his hands on her waist. “I lied.” She kissed his stubbly jaw. “I just wanted an excuse to get out of here fast.” “Changed your mind then?” He nuzzled the side of her neck. She lifted her eyes and saw Jett standing there, staring at them intently, shoulders hunched. “Are you guys sure?” she asked, holding Jett’s gaze. Eric lifted his head, his eyes heavy-lidded. “I’m sure,” he growled softly. He turned to look at Jett, who gave a jerky nod. “Are you sure, Abby?” Jett asked, taking one step closer. She looked back and forth between them, at the sincerity and open desire on both their gorgeous faces. Despite her confession about her somewhat wild past, she’d never had a threesome with two men. She’d always been the third with another couple, a male and female couple, like the two times with Melina and Gavin. Two special people who’d so generously shared each other with her. Eric and Jett were special, too. She liked them both so much. Her feelings for Eric were growing to slightly scary proportions, and yet the attraction she felt for Jett smoldered below the surface. She could have them both. Hot ménage-a-trois sex. No strings attached. Just like she wanted. Because they were already a couple.
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A twinge of regret pinged inside her, but the lust heating her overrode it. “I’m sure,” she said. She held out a hand to Jett, who moved closer and took her hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed it. The gesture had her heart turning over in her chest. She shifted in Eric’s embrace and looped her arm around Jett’s neck. She’d never kissed him. She wanted to kiss him. And yet…she hesitated, flicked a glance back at Eric. He nodded, eyes burning hot. She went on her toes and turned her mouth to Jett’s, and he met her in a scorching kiss, his mouth firm and warm and delicious. Her breath sighed out of her, her breasts rose and swelled, nipples aching. Eric’s arms around her waist, Jett’s mouth on hers. Heat exploded in her, burning her up. “This is crazy,” she whispered against Jett’s mouth, leaning her forehead against his. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing. “Then we’re all crazy,” Jett said, voice dark and rough. “Abby you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you…” Her tummy did a little flip. “Oh.” “Tell me you want me, too.” It was hard. It was so hard to let go of convention and all her traditional beliefs—that if she admitted her attraction to another man it was like cheating on Eric. Once again she turned to him, laid a hand on his cheek. He covered her hand with his, moved it to his mouth and kissed her palm. His eyes met hers. “I want this,” he said in low, taut voice. “Truly, Abby. I love Jett.” Her heart fluttered. “I want this for him, and I want this for you. I want you to make each other happy. But make no mistake…I want you, too.” Burning up. Could she do this? She closed her eyes. Doubts didn’t matter. Right or wrong, cultural paradigms be damned, she wanted this too. She turned to Jett, laid her hand on his chest. “Yes. I want you too.” He breathed out a long sigh and bent his head to kiss her again. She opened beneath his seeking mouth, let his tongue lick inside, tasted the sweetness of him. He trembled. His skin wore a damp sheen. This seemed to mean a lot to him. And still, Eric held her, his touch a gentle combination of possession and sharing. When Jett lifted his head, his mouth wet, breathing hard, he looked at Eric. Their faces moved closer. And Abby shifted aside, not out of their embrace, but just enough that they could kiss, too. Their male mouths met, so close to her own she could kiss them both, and the sight of them kissing like that fanned the lust flaming inside her into an inferno. A small moan leaked from her lips, and she
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hooked an arm around each of their necks. As they drew apart she caught a glimpse of tongue, and the fire raging inside her sparked even higher. She turned to Eric and kissed him, too, still holding on to both of them. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” Eric whispered against her lips.
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Jett’s bedroom was closer. He didn’t know if that’s why they ended up there, but it didn’t matter. His dick was so engorged he thought he was going to burst. God, how long had he waited for this? Watching Abby and Eric together had tormented him. He’d been jealous—yeah. But not how most people would think. Not that he wanted Abby for himself. Not even that he wanted Eric for himself. But he wanted them both. Wanted to be a part of what he saw growing between them. There’d been so many times he’d wondered if it would ever happen. Like when Eric had dated a girl Jett liked—but Eric didn’t like her enough. Or the girls Jett had found—and Eric didn’t like them. Damn, he was picky. But when Eric had introduced Jett to Abby, Jett had immediately been drawn to her. Not just her looks—although she was sex on a stick—but the way her tough, mocking exterior and cynical jokes had contrasted the soft vulnerability in her eyes and the way she’d looked at Eric. And they’d had so much fun together, every time she and Eric dragged him with them when they went out. The fact that she didn’t mind her date’s roommate tagging along with them had tortured him, too, hope mingling with the agony of watching them together. They stood there, the three of them, Abby obviously uncertain, and he and Eric…well, they’d done this before, but this time it felt different. This time it felt—important. Like the whole world was riding on this encounter. They had to make it good for Abby. His eyes met Eric’s, who nodded. He got it, too. They moved toward her, Eric behind, Jett in front, and pressed her between them, gently. She gave a small sigh of pleasure. Jett put his hands on her face, cupping her jaw, tilted her head just slightly and kissed her—long, soft kisses. He licked her bottom lip, licked into her mouth, found her hot tongue with his, and she licked him back. She tasted like honey. His tongue delved deeper, his hands on her face. Eric’s hands held her hips, but Jett felt them slide up over her stomach to her breasts to cup them, thumbs flicking over her nipples. Jett wanted to see those breasts. He released her face, kept his mouth secured to hers, and reached for the hem of the little T-shirt she wore. He worked it up, had to move Eric’s hands out of the way, got it over her breasts and she lifted her arms above her head to help him take it off. He tossed it aside.
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Her black lace bra cupped her small breasts sweetly. Of course she would wear black lace. What else would Abby wear? Amusement tickled him inside. He studied the delectable curves of her breasts swelling beyond the scalloped edges of the lace, and saliva accumulated in his mouth. “I’ve never seen you, Abby.” His voice came out scratchy. Her eyes lowered and she reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, but Eric was there already, flicking it open, pushing the straps down her shoulders with his fingertips. She hunched her shoulders forward so the bra dropped off, and Eric whisked it away. She stood between them now topless, and Jett feasted on the sight of her. Ah, hell. She was perfect. Firm breasts, pointy little nipples that just begged to be sucked. Oh, yeah. His eyes were drawn to the sparkling jewelry in her navel. He reached a hand out and flicked the dangly silver stars. “Pretty.” “Thanks.” The jewelry only emphasized the smooth flatness of her abdomen and the gentle groove that traced from sternum to navel. He admired the way her waist dipped in then curved out. Although her hips were not generous, more boyish, the low cut jeans played up her curves. His hands itched to touch and he cupped her breasts, her nipples hard against his palms. He gently squeezed, molded their softness and they swelled into his hands. His skin prickled, lust slammed into his balls, and his whole body jerked with the force of his hunger for her. He dropped to his knees in front of her and worked the button and zipper of her jeans open, then dragged them down over her legs. Smooth, silky legs. He had to wrestle off the short boots she wore, but then she stood there wearing only a tiny pair of thong underwear. Black. Of course. He looked up and saw Eric’s hands on her breasts again, and he was glad Eric was giving her that pleasure while he did this. Her head had fallen back onto Eric’s chest, her pretty mouth open, almost panting, eyes closed. He pressed his mouth to the triangle of black lace covering her vulva, breathed in her scent. Oh, man, she was aroused, and he loved that sweet smell. He held her hips and kissed his way across each hip bone and then lower. He looked up, saw Eric pinching her nipples, felt her shudder and then her fingers slid into his hair, and her touch nearly destroyed him. Hell, yeah, he’d wanted to see her, to feel her, to taste her, but he hadn’t even realized how much he wanted her hands on him. Everywhere. “Abby doll.” Her eyes opened and he thought he saw a flicker of amusement at the nickname he’d given her. His insides warmed. “You smell so good. I want to taste you.”
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She gave a short nod, and he tucked his fingers into the thong and dragged it off her. She stepped out of it, and he knocked her legs apart, then buried his face there again. Wet. So wet. He liked the neat grooming, the small triangle of curls above bare labia. All the better for licking. And his tongue darted out to taste her. He made appreciative noises in his throat as he licked her, enjoyed her, devoured her. Her labia were swollen and sensitive, and he felt the tremors in her body as he ate her. He wanted her to orgasm. Now. Against his mouth. Her quivery body told him she was close. She leaned farther back against Eric, giving him better access, parted her thighs, and he rubbed over her clitoris with his tongue, keeping up the rhythm until she jerked and tensed. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she cried out. He wished he could see her face, but he’d have that chance when Eric made her come. Or when he fucked her. He swallowed her fluids, absorbed the tremors, inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal until her body went still. When he drew back, Eric was supporting her limp body. Jett stroked his hands up and down her thighs, firm beneath his palms, took in a deep breath and let it out. His cock was like a fucking steel girder. He rose to his feet, legs stiffened already. He kissed her mouth, knowing he tasted of her and she kissed him avidly back. So fucking hot. “I think we might exhaust you tonight, Abby doll,” he murmured. He drew back and they shared a smile. “I can handle it,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at Eric. He grinned, too. “Yeah. She can.” A rush of emotion so intense it almost sent him back to his knees roared through Jett. He was almost afraid to believe what was happening. “Take your clothes off,” Abby said, her eyes gleaming. “You’re both wearing too many clothes. And Jett…” His eyes flicked up to hers. “I haven’t seen you, yet, either.” Red-hot lust streaked through him. Fuck, what a woman! He ripped his clothes off. He’d quickly gotten over any modesty when he’d started modeling, was used to his body being stared at, ogled, studied. Objectified, even. But damn him, he wanted Abby to like what she saw. Her eyes widened, and her hands came out to trace over his chest, down over his quivering abs, and lower. She blinked as she studied him there. “You’re…bare.”
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He looked down. Oh, yeah. He was so used to it, he thought nothing of it. “I had to get rid of the hair for an underwear shoot,” he choked out. “It itches like hell when it grows back, so I just kept it like this.” “Uh.” She seemed speechless. She reached out to touch and her soft fingers on his throbbing staff had him twitching hard. “It makes you look…huge.” “I am huge.” Her gaze flew up to meet his, and she smiled when she recognized his cocky humor. “Well, yes you are, actually,” she murmured. Eric came up behind her again, having divested himself of his clothes, too. “Hey,” he said. “He’s no bigger than I am.” She turned her sparkling brown eyes to Eric. “No. Of course not. He just looks bigger because…there’s no hair there.” “What? You want me to shave too?” “Christ,” Jett said. “Don’t shave. That’s the worst thing you can do. You gotta wax, man.” Eric winced. “Never mind. I’m fine the way I am.” “Yes, you are,” Abby crooned. And then she held their cocks, one in each hand. “I love the way you look, Eric.” And Jett had to agree. Eric’s thick nest of dark hair framed his beautiful cock and was intensely masculine. Jett couldn’t resist, so he reached out and dragged his fingers through the coarse hair, trailing them over Abby’s hand on Eric’s cock. She drew in a sharp breath. She nibbled her bottom lip. “I don’t know what to do with two of you.” “Anything you want, baby,” Eric groaned, widening his stance as she pumped him. “Anything you want.”
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“How about we do something for you?” Jett said, and he back-walked her to the bed. She released her hold on them, and Eric went around to the far side of the bed and yanked down the duvet. “I think you just did,” Abby said with a saucy smile. Jett tumbled her onto the bed, and Eric reached for her, scooped her up close to him so there was room for Jett, too. He met Jett’s eyes above her, and a warm feeling expanded in Eric’s chest. They simultaneously bent their heads to her breasts, each taking a nipple. Eric swirled his tongue around and sucked. She tasted like warm, subtle spice—cinnamon and cloves. Her arms came up and her fingers speared into his hair, holding his head there and he spread on hand flat over her lower belly. Her body writhed as they both licked and sucked and nibbled on her sweet breasts. “Oh, my God,” she breathed. “That is so incredible. Both of you…at the same time…” “Mmm.” Eric lifted his head, caught Jett’s eye, then lowered his gaze to where their cocks jutted out over Abby’s body, both of them granite-hard and dripping. Eric slid his hand lower, cupped Abby’s pussy. “You have got the prettiest pussy,” he muttered. “So tiny and soft. I want to photograph it.” “What?” Her head lifted off the pillow. “Relax.” He kissed her stomach. “Not right now. Some time.” “But…” He inhaled the warm scent of her arousal mingled with the exotic fragrance she wore—something spicy and amber. “Only if you want to.” He felt her pulse against his hand, still cupping her warm soft folds. Eric watched as Jett continued to suck on her nipples, moving from one to the other, then nibbled his way up her throat, over her chin and kissed her mouth. When Abby lifted her hips against Eric’s hand, he used his fingers to delve into her pussy. He groaned when he felt how wet she was, soft and drenched from her orgasm earlier. He slid his fingers through the folds, slick and scalding, dipped one inside her, then returned up to her clit to spread the creamy wetness over and around. Her body twitched. She moaned into Jett’s mouth. Eric dragged his gaze from their mouths, locked in a heated kiss, to Jett’s cock, long and flushed dark against Abby’s pale hip. He sat up and moved between Abby’s legs, changing hands so that his left hand now played with her melting pussy, and his right hand gripped Jett’s dick. He rubbed his thumb over the
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“We both want to fuck you.” Her mouth curved deliciously, eyes heavy-lidded. “Yes.” Eric looked at Jett and gave him a short nod. One corner of Jett’s mouth tipped up and he pushed himself up on one arm and leaned across Abby to lay a hard, fast kiss on Eric’s mouth. “I’ll fuck you next,” he promised. Eric’s gut clenched. The idea of it—him inside Abby with Jett inside him—made him almost come right then. He watched Jett don a condom then move over Abby, part her thighs and lift them, on his knees, his cock long and thick. The room shifted around Eric as he took in the sight, Jett pushing into Abby, then falling forward to kiss her. Eric moved around behind Jett, caressed his ass, fondled his tight balls as Jett thrust into Abby. Jett’s cock slid out, gleaming and red, then back in, out and in, his balls hitting Abby’s stretched pussy with every lunge. “Yeah,” Jett groaned. “Oh, yeah, buddy.” Eric dragged a finger up between the cheeks of Jett’s ass, but then moved away. He and Jett would play later. This time was for Jett and Abby. He lay down beside them, Abby’s arms twined around Jett’s neck, their mouths fused, as their bodies moved in unison. Then Jett slid a hand between them to where their bodies joined. “I’m coming,” Jett mumbled. “Gonna come inside you, Abby doll. So hard…” And with a rumbling groan his body tightened. She cried out too, neck arching, head back, and Eric stroked his own cock as he watched the two people he cared so much about clutch each other as bliss cascaded over them.
“Three.” “Mmm…what?” Jett didn’t lift his head from the pillow. “Three orgasms.” Abby could barely get the words out, she felt so limp and lethargic. Her body still tingled, lying there with her eyes closed, half Jett’s weight on her in a delicious compression. “Three freakin’ orgasms.” “But who’s counting?” Eric murmured beside her. She lifted a heavy hand to reach for him, found his muscled chest. She opened one eye and watched his hand slowly drag up and down his cock. Oh. The tingling intensified. Dear God, she wasn’t going to survive this. “I am,” Jett mumbled. “One.” “None for me.” “Oh, poor baby.” Abby slid her hand down his chest to where he stroked himself. “Just give me a minute.”
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Eric grinned. Watching him masturbate was so hot, but Abby’s mouth longed to taste him. She just need to gather up some energy, although she didn’t think it was going to be too difficult the way her body was responding to the image of Eric’s big, masculine hand curled around his beautiful cock. Her insides felt tender and soft from being fucked and from three—three!—orgasms. She sighed under the heavy warmth of Jett’s body. His breathing slowed and she poked at him. “Hey. Don’t fall asleep.” He opened one eye. “Why not?” “Because Eric hasn’t had an orgasm yet.” The one eye gleamed. “I thought you might want to take care of that.” She wasn’t used to this. This…man loving. She wanted to suck on Eric, to swallow him deep, but she so wanted to see the two of them together—it made everything inside her pull up tight and hot. “We have lots of time,” Eric said, as if sensing her thoughts. Her gaze went back to his hand on his penis, pulling the skin down over the head, then back, the round crest gleaming, the small slit dripping. She couldn’t resist. Jett moved away as she shifted herself out from under him and crawled to Eric. Jett’s hand lingered on her butt as she moved away. Mmm. Eric lowered himself to flat on his back on the bed, and she positioned herself between his legs, took him in both hands. In no rush, she admired him, the size of him, the thick veins pulsing beneath velvety skin, the dark curls at the base. She tested the weight of his balls, scraped a fingernail along the ridged seam, and then pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. She lifted her eyes first to Eric, watching her with half-closed eyes, mouth parted, then to Jett, who’d propped his head up on one bent elbow to observe. Then Jett slid a hand across Eric’s chest, rubbing over his nipples and the dark fuzz between them. A small noise vibrated from Eric’s throat. Abby bent her head and licked, the salty drop tingling on her tongue. Eric’s cock twitched in her hands. She swirled her tongue around the head, then licked up down his shaft in long, wet slides of her tongue. She let saliva accumulate in her mouth then opened her mouth over him, let it drizzle out, slicked her hands through it so she could stroke him wetly. And she took him in, deep, as deep as she could, loving the feel of him, the taste of him. Breathing through her nose, she let him bump the back of her throat, then with tight lips ringed around him she lifted her head and used her mouth to stroke him up and down, sucking him, tonguing him, swallowing him. “Abby.” His voice cracked. “Hmmmm.” The vibrations in her mouth around his cock had him spasming. “Gonna come, Abby.” One hand dug into her hair.
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She said nothing, kept her mouth moving on him, feeling the way he lifted into her mouth, fucking her mouth in a faster rhythm, and she matched it, cupped his balls with one hand and felt them tighten as he came, flooding her mouth with hot liquid. “Christ, that was hot,” Jett muttered, and he leaned down to Eric to kiss him. Abby watched their long, open-mouthed kiss as she licked Eric’s cock. Jett’s hand between his legs drew her attention and she saw that he was hard again. Already. With a last kiss to Eric’s penis, she crawled up over him and stretched out on top. Her lips burned, her jaw ached, but damn it felt good. She snuggled against Eric’s chest, and Jett’s hand moved to her back. Again the three of them lay there, the silence in the room broken only by their heavy breathing. “I’m hungry.” Abby looked at Jett. Her lips quirked. “Really.” “I’ll go get us some food.” And he rolled off the bed and stood, all lean muscles and gleaming skin. Eric’s arms came around her in a tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For what?” His shoulders moved. “For being you.” Something soft and hot unfurled in her chest and made her throat tighten. She couldn’t speak until Jett returned with a tray loaded with food. “Be right back,” he said, and came back a few seconds later with three bottles of water. They sat on the bed, the tray in the middle, and devoured the smoked salmon cream cheese and crackers, chipotle cheese dip and pita chips, their talk silly and meaningless despite the powerful emotions brewing. Abby knew they felt it too, from their shared glances, warm smiles and lingering touches. When they finished eating, Eric moved the tray to the long dresser against one wall. “Do you two…sleep together?” Abby asked hesitantly. “Yeah. Most of them time, anyway. Jett does a lot of overnight shifts at the hospital and then I sleep in my own room.” She nodded. She could not fathom why she’d never picked up on the fact that there was more between them than just friendship. Once again, the explosive chemistry between her and Eric, layered over the attraction to Jett she’d tried so hard to deny, must have blinded her to what was between them. The idea of them sleeping together made her tingle and ache inside. Heat grew around them, the air in the room charged with electricity as Eric returned to the bed. They sat there, naked, only Abby with the duvet tucked around her and under her arms. The boys apparently didn’t care about being naked, almost flaunting their muscled bodies, their huge erections. “I want to watch you two,” she whispered, dry mouthed. “Together.”
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Light blue eyes turned smoky and Jett’s dark eyes grew heavy. They looked at each other. “Yeah.” Jett growled. “But we want you to be part of it.” She swallowed. “Okay.” “And…” Eric’s jaw tightened. “We want to take you. At the same time.” Her stomach rolled over. Her body tightened and her pussy clenched hard. Her fingers twisted the duvet between them. Hunger tore through her, hard and sharp. “Abby?” Eric’s raised brow posed the question. She gave a jerky nod. He slid across the bed to her, tugged the duvet away from her body and pulled her into his lap. He pressed her head to him, cradled her against him, and she dragged a deep breath into her lungs. She felt the glide of Jett’s hand on her back and realized his other hand stroked Eric’s back. She lifted her head and slid off Eric’s lap, scooted up to the head of the bed where she propped a pillow behind her and leaned back. She looked at them expectantly. Eric shook his head and laughed, reached for Jett and curled a hand around the back of his neck. “C’mere,” he said and pulled Jett in for a kiss. Their mouths met and clung in a long kiss. Jett laid a hand on Eric’s chest—over his heart, Abby noted, with a shiver of emotion. “Fuck me,” Jett murmured. They leaned foreheads together, panting, and then Jett climbed off the bed. Eric followed him, and Jett turned to face Abby, placing his hands on the mattress and bending over. Eric stood behind Jett, his hands sliding around over Jett’s abs, then up to his chest where he rubbed his nipples. Abby’s eyes devoured them, watching one of Eric’s hands lower to Jett’s cock. Eric pulled Jett up to standing and pressed his face to the side of Jett’s neck, eyes closed as he stroked and caressed the other man. Jett’s cock lengthened in Eric’s fingers. He arched his back, his wet lips parted in ecstasy. “Abby.” Eric’s velvet rasp jerked her eyes to his face. “Come here. Suck on him. While I fuck him.” Oh, dear lord. She didn’t know if her muscles would function, she was such a puddle of liquid lust. But she managed to crawl on hands and knees across the vast bed toward them, her mouth opening as if in preparation for taking Jett in. She knelt before him, skated her hands over his sleek chest, completely smooth and hairless, over the tight nubs of his nipples. When he gasped, she thought he might like more, so she leaned in and took a nipple in her mouth, giving a sharp tug. He jerked and his hands landed heavily on her shoulders. She did the same to the other nipple, then pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest and breathed him in, that warm soap-and-water clean smell that was Jett. She kissed and nibbled her way down his torso, over corrugated
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muscle to the dip of his navel, to the jut of his hip bones and the ridges of muscle that angled in a V toward his…bareness. She paused to enjoy the sight of his smooth pubic area, traced a finger down from his navel to the root of his cock, which waved in front of her. She leaned in to lick. Just around his cock. Smooth and delicious. His fingers tightened on her shoulders and he let out a long groan. Eric stepped away for a moment, and she lifted her head to see what he was doing. He retrieved a bottle from the drawer of the table beside the bed. Lube. Abby paused and waited, watched while he slowly spread a layer of lubrication over his cock. She swallowed hard, imagining… Every little muscle inside her clenched tight. Jett’s hands on her shoulders threatened to push her down as Eric moved behind him and entered him, but Abby pushed back, leaned into his hands to give him something to push against. His eyes closed, his lips parted and a low, rough noise came from his throat. Abby blinked, melted inside. Jett’s hand slid up to cup the back of her head. “Suck me, Abby.” She took him in, hot, hard and throbbing, just like she was between her legs. She lowered one hand there to touch herself, aching with need, kept the other hand circled around Jett’s cock, so thick and stiff. Then she let him fall from her mouth, lifted his cock with her hand and nuzzled his smooth, hairless balls, contracted tight against his body. She licked. Jett swore. She returned to his cock, and her eyes watered as he thrust into her mouth with each stroke Eric took behind him, keeping her hand in place so he wouldn’t choke her, but she loved it, loved the feeling of them both thrusting into her mouth. “Ah, Christ, Abby, your mouth is like silk. Hot, wet silk. Suck me, Abby doll. Suck me harder.” She hollowed her cheeks, took him as deep as she could, mouth stretched wide, his hand holding her head but not forcing her. Eric’s hands clasped Jett’s hips, holding him as he fucked him, and she saw his fingers whiten as his grip tightened, and then a ragged cry tore from him as he went still, holding Jett against him. She lifted her gaze to Jett’s face, sucked ferociously on him knowing Eric had just come inside him, her body a hot glow of sensation. “Yes,” Jett said, fingers tightening in her hair. “Yes…ah.” And then he came, too, in long hard pulses. She swallowed his semen, but he came and came, and some leaked from her mouth and down her chin. When Jett stilled and his fingers relaxed on her, she let him slide out of her mouth and looked up. Both men looked down at her with such fiercely hot expressions she thought she might burn up. Eric reached around Jett for her chin and tipped it up, his thumb rubbing through the semen, then over her bottom lip. She stared at them both wide eyed, panting, heart racing. None of them said a word for a long, stretched-out moment.
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“That was incredible,” Jett finally choked out. “Oh, yeah.” Eric bent his head and pressed a kiss to Jett’s shoulder. Jett reached for Abby and pulled her into his arms, hugging her against him. “Abby doll, you are amazing.” She didn’t think it was her who was amazing. It was these two men who amazed her. The corners of her eyes pricked and she focused on breathing. “I’m impressed with your recovery,” she said lightly, drawing away from Jett. He grinned. “I may need a little longer this time. Maybe a nap.” He dove onto the bed, his weight nearly sending her flying off. “C’mere, Abby doll.” He rolled with her across the bed to make room for Eric, who’d disappeared into the bathroom. “He’ll be right back.” She heard water running and then Eric did return, striding across the room on his long legs, his thighs heavily muscled, his broad shoulders tapering down to narrow hips. His softened penis, still impressive, nestled in the dark curls that gleamed wetly. He climbed into bed with them, and Abby sank into the sensation of two warm bodies wrapped around her. Pleasure poured over her, warm languor slid through her, and she relaxed into blissful drowsiness.
Hands stroking her body woke her. The room had gone dark. Someone must have shut off the lamp. She blinked into the blackness, and with nothing to see, all sensation centered on touch. Hands on her thighs, her tummy, her breasts, brushing over nipples that were already hardening into tight peaks. Fingers stroked her shoulder, down her arm, lingered in the sensitive crook of her elbow. Other fingers tangled briefly in her pubic curls, then a hand pressed to the bone there where she was ultra sensitive, and she jerked. She felt breath near her ear, soft and warm, getting faster, deeper. “Eric?” “Mmm.” “What time is it?” “Who cares?”
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She smiled into the darkness. The duvet shifted around her, up, down, and she realized Jett had slid under it. A wet kiss to her tummy had her twitching. Then fingers dipped lower between her legs, stroked through swollen wet folds. She found Jett’s head and grabbed hold of his hair, giving a tug. “Mmph.” He fought his way through the covers, his head poking out. “What?” She could just make out the cute little crease between his dark brows. “I have to go to the bathroom.” “Oh.” He rolled away, and Eric helped her over him and off the bed. She used the bathroom, stared at herself in the mirror for a moment as she dried her hands. Swollen lips, mascara smudged beneath her eyes, tangled hair—yeah, she looked like she’d had a good night. She paused a moment. This had been an amazing night. But once again, she’d been the third to an already established couple. As with Melina and Gavin, as generous as they had been, and Eric and Jett had been more than generous, they were in love with each other, and she was the outsider. This was what she’d wanted. She was way more comfortable with a night of ménage action than with the idea of someone—Eric—wanting long term monogamy from her. So why did she feel like she was about to cry? She straightened her shoulders, flicked off the bathroom light and returned to the bedroom. The lamp was back on, casting its golden glow across the bed to illuminate…holy Jesus. Jett and Eric had stretched out in opposite directions, Jett’s head at Eric’s groin, sucking his cock, Eric’s head turned to the side where Jett thrust his penis in and out of Eric's mouth in a slow steady rhythm. Eric’s arms wrapped around Jett’s waist. Abby stood there taking it in, how incredibly sensual and loving and beautiful it was, Jett’s hand and mouth on Eric’s cock as he fucked Eric’s mouth. Her body heated and need burned in her womb. Jett’s eyes opened and his gaze landed on her. He watched her as he sucked Eric’s cock, up and down, hand twisting. She smiled. Then he pulled off and lifted his head. “We were waiting for you,” he said, eyes sparkling, and he licked his lips. Her smile widened and she covered the rest of the distance to the bed. Eric also turned his head, letting Jett’s cock slide out of his mouth, and looked at her. He held out a hand. “Don’t let me interrupt.” Eric grinned. “You’re not.” He surrounded her with his arms, his body, his heat, and she reveled in it. “It’s you we want to fuck. Both of us.” Ah. She let out a long slow breath.
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“Double penetration. Ever done that?” Eric’s voice tickled her ear. “Sure. Lots of times.” Not. Okay, she’d had anal sex. It had been uncomfortable and weird. Jett pressed against her back. His hands tickled her butt. She did love to have her ass played with. She was so sensitive back there, but… “We’ll be gentle,” Jett whispered from behind her. How did they know she was anxious about this, dammit? She’d said she’d done it lots of times. They always seemed to see inside her, know what she was thinking, know how she was feeling better than she did herself. Or that she wanted to admit to herself. She knew she put on a façade to the world, tough, cynical, jaded. How the hell did they see past that? Jett’s fingers continued to play, caressing her cheeks, trailing over the crease between butt and thighs, smoothing down the backs of her legs. Even there she was sensitive. She wriggled against Eric. “Like that?” Jett’s murmur brushed over her. “Yes.” He stroked back up and trailed a finger between her cheeks. At the same time, Eric lifted her chin and kissed her. His kiss was delicious, warm and sweet and Eric, and she sank into delight, sensation sizzling across her flesh, heating her. Jett moved behind her and then his bristly jaw rasped over the sensitive flesh of her ass. Hands on her hips, he kissed her there, first softly, wetly, then with a nip. She jerked, an electric jolt flashing through her. “I want your ass, Abby,” Jett moaned, and another bolt of electricity shocked through her body at his words. Eric covered one breast with his hand and played there, toying with her nipple, kissing her mouth, while Jett used hands and lips and tongue to caress her butt. Flames inside her womb shot higher until her entire body was a hot flush of burning need. Her mind spun away from her and she gave herself over to it, pleasure rocking through her body. Eric shifted beneath her so she was atop him, her legs parted on either side of his hips. Draped across his chest, she panted as cooler sensations tickled the flesh of her rear, Jett having drizzled lube over her. With slick hands he massaged her cheeks in a sensuous rhythm, fingers dipping lower and lower into the crease between. Eric slid a hand between them, and she raised herself up on trembling arms so he could grasp his cock. Jett’s hands lifted her hips to poise her above Eric’s thick erection, then lower her pussy onto it. He filled her sublimely, hot and pulsing, and she clenched around him, letting her breath out in a slow hiss. Eric groaned and held her hips.
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Jett’s fingers continued their magical tour of her backside, sliding deeper between her cheeks, down to where Eric’s body joined hers, and even lower, and she knew he was playing with Eric’s balls. Eric gave a short thrust up into her and another ragged moan. Jett’s fingers returned to her, slippery and hard, and he probed at the tiny, tight entrance. She tensed— she couldn’t help it. Jett’s hand on her lower back stroked softly. “Relax,” he murmured. The tip of his finger breached her then, and she stiffened and rose up higher, throwing her head back. With Eric already inside her, the sensation was indescribable. Eric filled his hands with her breasts as Jett fingered her ass, probing in delicate strokes that sent flames skittering over her body. He played like that a long time, forever it seemed, while her body spiraled into tightly coiled need, heat whipping through her veins like fire. And then she felt Jett rise to his knees behind her, and her body vibrated in anticipation. He moved against her, big and solid. God, oh God, she’d seen his cock, she taken it into her mouth. He was huge. “Relax,” he whispered again, and Eric lifted a hand to her chin, cupped it and raised it so she was forced to look at him. The emotion blazing in his light-colored eyes reached out to her. His lips parted and he watched her intently, with warm tenderness and erotic hunger. A flush darkened his cheekbones. Her arms quivered as Jett’s fingers probed and retreated in a wicked rhythm. When he withdrew, she heard the snap of the bottle cap and felt him shift behind her. She tipped her head back, still holding Eric’s heated gaze as the blunt head of Jett’s cock met her backside. He paused, her body vibrated, and then he invaded her. Flames licked around her stretched rear, and she cried out. Eric’s fingers tightened on her, Jett’s hands gripped her waist. He bent over her back and she felt the dampness of the perspiration that clung to him. “Okay, Abby doll?” he whispered in her ear. She gave a jerky nod, body burning with pleasure, a sense of rapturous fullness consuming her. “Can you feel him, too?” she asked Eric in a choked voice. “Yes,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “God, yes. It’s incredible.” They began to move, Abby pushing back against Jett’s invading flesh, Eric lifting his hips. Jett met her thrusts, withdrawing and easing back in with careful slowness at first, until he and Eric found a matching rhythm. “Abby.” Jett’s voice caressed her from behind. “Your ass is so tight. So sweet. So hot.” She tightened at his words, drawing a long rough sound from him. “Fuck,” Eric groaned. “It feels like I’m fucking both of you.” “Yeah.” Jett dropped a hand from Abby’s waist to brush across Eric’s abdomen, taut and rippling as he bucked his hips, fucking up into her while Jett fucked her ass. Overwhelming sensation slammed into her, surrounded her, the thick flesh pressing into her, filling her, burning her, every nerve ending licked with carnal flames.
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This was the wildest, wickedest thing she’d ever experienced, but what truly staggered her was the intimacy of it, the way all three of them came together at that one point, their bodies joined so closely, so completely, both of them inside her like they belonged there, an intimacy she’d never known before. She felt like she’d waited forever for this. She wanted to see Jett, so she shifted her body sideways, took her weight on one arm and reached behind her with the other for him, finding his hip. She looked over her shoulder at him, took in the absorbed expression of overriding pleasure on his face, his jaw tight, his lips drawn back. He opened his eyes and caught her gaze, and a shared recognition flashed between them. “Yeah, Abby,” he ground out. “Yeah. Like that. Take me. Take all of me.” The pace of their thrusts picked up. Abby’s womb tightened and her body strained toward release. Eric cupped one breast, the soft flesh surging into his palm with each pounding drive into her. She couldn’t stop the small cries and whimpers that tore from her throat, the flames burning in her core flaring higher, hotter, pleasure streaking through her. An orgasm like she’d never experienced exploded inside her, her body clenching around the two spears of flesh filling her, crammed into her, hitting ultrasensitive nerve endings inside her she didn’t know she had. Her cries sounded distant and shattered in her own ears, her vision black, her world centered on the excruciating pleasure wracking her body. “Ah, Christ!” Eric bit out the words as he drove up into her and stayed there, and the hot pulses of his release flooded her. Jett pounded faster into her, taking her in hard, ruthless possession, hands so tight on her hips he was going to leave bruises, but she didn’t care. And then he came, too. “Fuck.” The word tore from him in a tortured tone. “Fuuuck.” And he flooded her rear with his semen in long, pressing spasms, his body tight against hers. She was wrecked. She tumbled to the bed, pressed between hot, sweaty male bodies, all of them shuddering and gasping. A fierce rush of emotion swirled inside her, confusing her, scaring her. Dear God, what had just happened? Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest, her insides shivering, and as the world shifted back into focus, she knew her life had just changed irrevocably.
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Abby snuggled in between the two men, each big and warm on either side of her, her butt pressed to Eric’s groin, his arm over both of them, his leg on top of hers, Jett’s smooth chest under her cheek. Saturday morning. Jett was still off until tomorrow, Eric had nothing scheduled and neither did Abby. They were all free to spend the day in bed together, lazy and lusty and luscious. She’d never had such an intense sexual experience in her life—not only had the two men spent hours on her pleasure, but giving back to them both at the same time, watching them together and seeing them demonstrate the feelings they had for each other, had intensified the emotions spiraling inside her. A sudden stinging in the corners of her eyes scared her. Jesus. She was getting all emotional again. She’d managed to control the feelings flying around inside her last night, hoping that in the morning she could better deal with what had happened. It was just a threesome with two hot guys who had a great relationship. She admired them for that. In fact, a hot spike of envy stabbed through her. They were so lucky. And she was lucky to have shared that with them, even if for one night. Was this what her life was going to be? Invited to share in a loving relationship between two other people, a third to another couple, but ultimately on her own again? Her heart ached and the sting in her eyes became scalding tears. Shit! She could not be lying there in bed with them crying. She surreptitiously wiped her eyes. My God, she was like a leaky garden hose lately. Eric stirred behind her and she felt his cock twitch against her ass. His hand covered hers on Jett’s shoulder and squeezed. She turned her head, hoping the tears didn’t show and smiled at him over her shoulder. “Hi,” she whispered. “Morning.” He nuzzled her hair, then lifted his hand to pull it aside so he had access to the sensitive flesh of her neck. His kiss there made her shiver. Jett moved beneath her and let out a long noise that was half sigh, half groan. His hand on her hip tightened and his eyes flickered open too. “Hey, Abby doll.” His dimples flashed. Eric’s mouth nibbled on her neck. Everything inside her tightened again. Oh, lord. She wanted more. After everything they’d done last night and into the morning, she wanted more.
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But this was just a crazy one time thing. Wasn’t it? The sadness that rushed over her almost made her whimper. She liked both these men so much. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if like was a strong enough word, although she’d never use the other L word. Would she? Eric, so creative and funny, spontaneous and fun. Jett, the super-smart doctor completely uncaring of his model-good looks, so loyal and…well, nice. She loved being with them both. And their hot, ripped bodies didn’t hurt either. So now they’d all gotten what they’d wanted—three in a bed, hot and sexy and wicked. “Abby.” Eric’s voice rumbled beside her ear. “Mmm.” “Now we need to have that talk.” “What talk?” The corners of her eyes tightened. “The one I wanted to have last night.” “I…ah…thought we had that talk.” “That wasn’t it.” She laid very still, her heart crashing in her chest. Suddenly the two bodies on either side of her felt constricting. She wriggled out from between them and sat up, pulling the sheet over her breasts. She kept her back to them. “Okay. What did you want to really talk about then?”
Eric met Jett’s eyes, both of them serious and uneasy. But they had to do this. “The other night when we made love, I told you I wanted to take our relationship to the next level.” Her head bowed, but she said nothing. Eric studied the slim curve of her back, the grooves of her spine, the bumps of each delicate vertebrae, and wanted to touch. He held back. For the moment. Jett’s hand reached for his and their fingers clasped warmly. “I still do,” he continued, voice raspy. He cleared his throat. “I love you, Abby.” Her shoulders trembled. “Abby.” Jett spoke. “I know it’s Eric you were dating, but we’ve spent a lot of time together. I like you a lot. In fact…I might be falling in love with you, too.” Her head snapped up, but she still didn’t turn.” “We’ve always wanted a woman who would…complete us. We love each other but we’ve always known we wanted more. You’re the first woman either of has ever dated that we both liked enough…to fall in love with. God, that sounds stupid.” Eric closed his eyes.
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“No, that’s it exactly,” Jett said. “I have to admit it was a little hard watching the two of you together and not being part of it…sometimes.” “I wondered why the three of us went out together so much,” she muttered, moving her head back and forth. Then she straightened her back and turned to face them. “Well, thanks a lot. Thanks for screwing up a fun threesome.” Eric’s mouth dropped open. He stared at her. Her eyes flashed. She shook her head, a crease between her eyes. “You knew I didn’t want serious. I don’t do commitment. I thought you just wanted a threesome. Now you’re telling me you both want a relationship with me?” She made a noise that almost sounded like a growl. “What the hell am I supposed to do about that?” Eric’s gaze slid to Jett’s. Jett shrugged and grimaced. He didn’t know what the fuck to say either. Shit. Eric’s stomach churned and burned. “I thought…last night it seemed like…you cared about us, too.” Abby launched herself off the bed, naked, gorgeous, her small, slender body all smooth creamy skin, tight little nipples and flushed breasts. “Well, I do like you both,” she said, smiling a stiff smile. “Of course I do, or I wouldn’t have stayed last night. But now you’re just talking crazy.” Eric swallowed down the bitter taste rising in his throat. Had they been wrong about her? They’d both been so sure Abby was the one. The one they could both love, the one who just might love them both back, the one who was strong enough to handle such a unique relationship. His gut quivered and he squeezed Jett’s hand tighter. Abby was dragging her clothes on. “I can’t believe this,” she mumbled. Her chestnut hair was a wild tangle around her head, her cheeks scarlet. She yanked her T-shirt down over her tummy, gave them one last glare and then shot out of the bedroom. The sound of the apartment door banging closed had Eric and Jett looking at each other, stupefied.
Abby didn’t have a lot of close friends to go to. She’d always been independent, kind of a loner who did her own thing. She thought of going over to her cousin Kylie’s place, but she and Kylie had never really talked much about her choices in life. And Kylie’s mom was Abby’s mom’s sister, so she didn’t feel comfortable talking about the impact her parent’s crappy marriage had had on her. So she called Melina. One person who knew her intimately and who she could talk to openly. “Come on over,” Melina said, sounding a bit surprised. It wasn’t like they were best friends forever, so she probably wondered what was up. Abby arrived at Melina and Gavin’s apartment. Newlyweds. Huh. She hoped she wasn’t interrupting something.
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Melina was wiping her hands on a rag as she answered the door. Her long, blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail and a smear of greenish paint streaked her cheek. “We’re painting the spare bedroom,” she said. “Come and see.” Abby followed Melina and the pungent scent of fresh paint down the hall and peered into the bedroom. Gavin was rolling paint onto the wall with a long handled roller. “Hey, Abby,” he said. “Hi, Gavin. I like the color.” “It’s called Garden Sand.” Melina surveyed the half painted room. “I think it’s too green.” “No. It’s more taupe. It’s nice.” “So…” Melina eyed Abby. “Hey, Gavin, I’m gonna take a break for a few minutes.” “Sure, baby, no problem.” Melina tossed the rag onto the drop cloth covering the floor. “Want some coffee? Ice tea?” “No. Thanks.” Melina eyed her. “Okay. Come sit down.” They went into the living room. Abby enjoyed Melina’s style. Flea market finds lovingly sanded and painted mingled with a squishy sofa and loveseat. Deep taupe walls, much darker than the hue being painted in the other room, gave the room an intimate feel. Sunlight streamed in through a large window. They both worked in creative professions, Melina as a designer at Jensen’s Department Store, Abby as a food stylist, so they had that in common. They sat at each end of the big couch. Melina pulled her legs up under her and sat cross legged, but Abby was too tense and restless. She perched on the edge of the couch. “What’s wrong?” Abby bit her lip. Melina laughed. “Wow. This is so not like you. Something’s really gotten to you. I’m guessing it’s…Eric.” “Partly right.” Abby twisted a piece of hair between her fingers. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve gotten into a weird situation.” Melina lifted a brow. “Really.” “Okay, here’s the deal. Eric and I have been going out for a while. A couple of months. Not that long.” Melina nodded. “We were having fun and then…the other night he got kind of …serious. And was talking about taking our relationship to the next level. I didn’t know what that meant exactly, but I was kind of thinking about it and wondering if I had it in me, because I really like him. You know?” Melina nodded, smiling faintly.
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“Even though I never thought I’d even consider an exclusive relationship, or whatever the hell people call it these days.” She made a face. “But then, the next morning Eric went to work and Jett was there and he was flirting with me and I…I wanted him.” Melina blinked. “Jett.” “Yes. He’s such a nice guy, Melina.” “You don’t have to convince me,” she murmured. “I’m sure he is.” “Yeah. Well. We didn’t do anything, but then I knew, I was right all along, I’m not meant for a monogamous relationship.” She pressed her lips together. “I couldn’t do that to Eric. So I was ready to bolt. I went to tell Eric that and…” She closed her eyes briefly. “Jett was there. And well, it turns out that they…have a relationship. That’s more than friends.” Melina’s brows flew up but she said nothing. “And they both wanted me. For a threesome. I thought.” Melina was one of the few people in the world who wouldn’t judge them for that. Not that Abby had ever cared what people thought of her, but she didn’t want anyone to think badly of Eric and Jett. “Whoa,” Melina murmured. “I gather you did it.” “Yes. Last night. It was…hot. No. It was more than hot. I’ve never…” She closed her eyes again flopped against the back of the couch. Her insides still felt soft and tender, her heart raw and exposed. “I’ve never had feelings like that…but whatever.” She sat up straight. “Then they blew my mind again by telling me they didn’t just want a threesome, they wanted an actual relationship—the three of us. They told me…” She choked a bit on the words, coughed. “Eric’s in love with me and Jett thinks he might be falling for me too.” Melina said nothing. Then she blew out a breath. “You have to explain that one to me.” “I’m not sure if I can.” She blinked. “They said they both like women, and they want a woman to complete their relationship. And they both want me.” “Wow.” Melina sat there silently, appearing to process that. “That would be a unique relationship. Two guys and a girl.” Abby stared at her. “I can’t love two guys! I can’t even love one guy! What am I supposed to do?” “Uh…you came to me for the answer to that?” “Well, no. I mean, if you know the answer that’d be great. I just needed someone to talk to.” “Why do you think you can’t love a man? You’re not a lesbian. You told me that.” “No. I’m not.” “Then what is it?” She dipped her head. “I’ve just always been so afraid.” “What are you afraid of, Abby?” “Of getting hurt. Of course.”
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“Everyone’s afraid of getting hurt.” “Yeah. I know. But…I’m also afraid of hurting someone else.” Melina tipped her head to the side, eyebrows raised. “Okay.” Abby sighed. “You don’t know my parents. Don’t talk to Kylie about this, because her mom and my mom are sisters. My mom’s a slut.” Melina’s chin lowered with a jerk. “She is. She cheated on my dad. More than once. I knew it was going on. He knew it was going on. But he loved her. He stayed with her. There’s nothing worse than…” Oh, goddammit, she was getting all choked up again. She swiped a hand over her eyes and tried to will her tight throat to relax so she could get the words out. “Sorry.” “It’s okay.” “There’s nothing worse than h-hearing your dad crying in his bedroom because his wife is with another man.” The harsh male sobs behind his closed door would stay with her forever. So would the vicious fighting, the slamming doors, the agonized expression on her father’s face. “Oh, Abby.” Melina’s soft voice stroked over her. “Yeah. I hated my mom for what she did to him. It made me scared. Scared of getting hurt like that. I didn’t understand how he could still love her, but he did, and it killed him. I didn’t ever want to care that much for someone, so they could hurt me like that. But I was even more afraid that I was like my mother…and that I’d be the one who ended up doing that to someone else.” Abby watched in horror as two plump tears rolled down Melina’s cheeks, one of them right through the streak of paint. “Don’t you cry too!” she choked out. “God, it’s bad enough that I keep bawling all the time lately.” “I’m sorry. But, Abby, you’re not your mother.” “You don’t even know her! You don’t even know me that well! I could be exactly like her. In fact, after yesterday morning, when I was ready to jump into bed with Jett, I know I am. I vowed I would never do that to someone.” “But you didn’t.” Abby stared back at her. “You didn’t, Abby. You were tempted but you didn’t do it.” Abby slumped a little in her seat to think about that. “And it turns out Eric wanted you to.” “But I didn’t know that.” She shook her head, confusion blurring her thoughts. “How do you feel about Eric and Jett? Obviously you really like them.”
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“Yes. I do. I might even have been falling in love with Eric, although that terrified me. And I’ve always liked Jett. There’s always been that spark of attraction between us. I guess I just kind of pretended it wasn’t there, or it was just a harmless, little flirtation.” “They love each other.” “Yes.” She sighed, remembering the beauty of their lovemaking. The looks, the tender touches, the passion in their eyes. “I’m sure they do. I’d noticed how Eric would invite Jett to come with us when we went out. It was no big deal—we always had alone time, too. I liked how he was concerned for his friend— Jett works such long hours and hardly ever has time for fun. Eric would make sure he took a break, came out and relaxed.” “You never realized they were…lovers?” “No.” She sighed. “Eric and I were so hot for each other. And Jett flirted with me all the time. Never enough that I felt threatened, but I could tell he was attracted to me. I thought how sweet it was that he never really put the moves on me because I was going out with his friend. Until that morning…” “It sounds like you really like them. Both of them.” Abby nodded. Her insides twisted. “When I went to break up with Eric, I was almost as bummed about not seeing Jett again as I was him.” They sat in silence for long moments. “I wish I knew what to tell you,” Melina said. Abby gave a pathetic sniffle, despising herself for being so weak. “That’s okay. I already stormed out on them. Told them they were crazy. I think I’ve made my decision. I just feel so crappy about it.” “You’re sure you can’t go back and…fix things?” “I’m not sure what I’m fixing any more,” she whispered. “It’s not just Eric and me. Now it’s Jett and Eric and me.” She pressed a hand to her queasy stomach. “You’ve never been one to be concerned with having a traditional relationship.” Abby gave a little huff of laughter. “That’s true.” More silence. Then Melina said, “So, if you’re such a slut, while you’re here why don’t you and me and Gavin have another go at it?” She gaped at her. “What?” Melina smiled seductively. Or was that slyly? “You heard me. Come on.” She stood and held a hand out to Abby. Abby stared at Melina’s hand. Melina wanted her to come with her and fuck her and her husband again. At one time, that invitation would have had her panting and wet. Now…she was just…not interested. “I…can’t.” Melina tilted her head. “No? Why not?”
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Oh Christ. Jesus Christ. Abby closed her eyes, images of Eric and Jett behind her eyelids, their warm eyes, loving smiles, the tender touch of their hands on her. She wanted them. Only them. “You bitch.” She opened her eyes and said the words, but they came out squashy and a smile tugged at her lips. Melina laughed. “You did that on purpose.” “Yeah. I think the reason you think you can’t be faithful to one man is just because you’ve never met the right person.” Melina’s gaze burned her. “The man…uh…men…you want to be with.” Men. She did want to be with them. She had to face the truth. Melina leaned down and kissed her. A long, soft kiss on the mouth. And Abby knew she would never kiss Melina again. Or her husband. Or probably…anyone. Except Eric and Jett. If she were lucky. Wow. Talk about a mind shift. Melina straightened and Abby said, “Get back to work, lady. Your husband is sweating away in there while you’re out here tramping it up.” Melina grinned. “Where are you going?” “Home.” “Oh.” She frowned. “I thought…” “Yeah. I’m gonna go back and see them. But I still need to figure some things out. Two men…how does that work?” She shook her head, but didn’t expect Melina to have the answers. “Good luck, Abby.” “Thanks.” She paused. “Really. Thanks.” They shared a smile and then she left.
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Abby had a key to Eric and Jett’s apartment but she knocked on the door anyway. Jett opened the door, dressed in his usual, low-slung, faded jeans and dark T-shirt. His face still wore a dark shadow of stubble and he looked tired. His expression didn’t change when he saw her. “Hi.” She tried a weak smile. He said nothing, then stepped aside. “Come on in.” She walked in and saw Eric on the couch, turned to see who was at the door. He rose to his feet. He too had a drawn look, with heavy lidded eyes and mussed hair. “Abby.” She stood there, wanting to be confident and tough, but soft and shaky on the inside, unsure of what to say. She’d spent the afternoon at her own place, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, how she was really feeling, and what she was going to do about it. She’d rehearsed her opening line ten times in her head, but now it had vanished, leaving her standing there holding her purse strap in two hands and blinking at them like she’d been caught staring into one of Eric’s camera flashes. “Can we talk?” she finally managed to say. “Yeah. Come in. Sit down.” Eric gestured to the couch. She sat in the middle and they sat on either side of her, not close enough to touch, but close enough for her to feel their warmth, to inhale their unique scents: Eric’s spicy aftershave, Jett’s clean soap smell that always held a hint of antiseptic from all the scrubbing he did at the hospital. “I’m sorry I took off this morning,” she began, looking at her knees. She smoothed her palms over the soft denim of her jeans. “You guys kind of freaked me out.” “Yeah. We’re sorry about that,” Eric said. “We realized after we were probably rushing you. You just found out about us and we should have waited before we told you how we feel about you. What we wanted.” “Mmm.” Yeah. That might have helped. Oh well, too late. “So I told you some stuff about myself last night, but there are some things I didn’t tell you.” “Like what?” Jett’s voice was a low rasp. She related what she’d told Melina, about her parents and her fears and her certainty that she would follow in her mother’s slutty footsteps.
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She didn’t look at either of them as she talked, but felt them shift closer to her, and heard their murmurs of both understanding and disagreement. Then she looked up and met Eric’s eyes. “I was sure that morning when Jett and I were here alone, and I…I wanted him…that I was incapable of being with just one man. I wanted to cheat on you, even though I was falling in love with you. I didn’t want to hurt you. So I was going to leave.” “Why’d you stay?” “I thought when you said you wanted a threesome I could do that. That it would be safer with two of you because then there was no danger of commitment. You guys were already a couple. I would just be the…third. No commitment.” “And then we told you that is what we want, and you freaked out.” “Yes.” “Let us tell you about our relationship,” Jett said. And they both moved closer so that they were hip to hip to hip. Eric’s arm slid around her shoulders and Jett’s hand stayed over hers. She absorbed their energy, their warmth. “Jett and I met about four years ago,” Eric said. “On a photo shoot. We were drawn to each other. We spent time together. We developed feelings for each other. At the time, we maybe didn’t recognize it, but now we know we love each other. But we both liked women, too. And even though we had something really special together, we both felt like something was missing.” “We actually split up for a while because of that,” Jett continued. His fingers stroked softly over Abby’s. She turned her hand palm up and wrapped her fingers around his. “But we were miserable. When we finally talked about it, we admitted we both wanted a woman in our lives. And what we really wanted was one woman we could have a relationship with, so we could be with each other as well. One woman who’d want both of us. Who’d complete us.” He sighed. “That sounds so cliché. Couples say that all the time. But we both felt that way. That we could give each other so much…but we both had even more to give.” “It would never have worked if one of us felt that way and the other didn’t,” Eric said. “We know it’s odd. We don’t care. We just always hoped one day we’d meet a special woman who’d be the right one for us. And then we met you.” “Is it because you want kids?” Abby demanded suddenly. “Because I don’t want to be just a…a token baby maker.” The two men laughed. “Uh…no. We haven’t even talked about kids.” Jett spoke and she sensed him looking at Eric. “Although I do want kids someday. But that would be something for all of us to decide together.” Holy crap. If the idea of a relationship with two guys had freaked her out, the idea of being a mother really did. Her heart actually missed a beat, then started pumping wildly. “I don’t know about that,” she
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said in a strangled voice. But then…the idea took hold. And she knew it would be something she would think about. “You’re the one, Abby,” he said again. “You’re the right one for us. We know you’re open-minded. You’ve done things yourself that would raise people’s eyebrows. And you don’t care. You laugh at our jokes. You understand us both—Eric’s wild out-of-the-box thinking, my workaholic obsessions. You watched us together and you weren’t repulsed.” “I loved watching you together.” “Some people wouldn’t.” “Some people would feel left out,” Eric said. “How could I feel left out, when you both included me in everything? Almost everything.” She paused. “I did feel a little envious…but it wasn’t because you were ignoring me. It was because you had something so special, and I thought I was…destined to be the third in a threesome, but never a partner in it. Do you know what I mean?” “I think so. When you had threesomes before, the other two were a couple, right?” “Yes.” “And so are we. But this time it’s different. We aren’t just a couple any more. We’re…partners. Three partners.” They all smiled. “You know what I mean.” “I think so.” “All of us committed to each other.” Eric paused. He met her eyes. “Can you handle that?” She looked up at the ceiling and turned that over in her head. And finally, to her, it wasn’t a question of handling it—because it sounded perfect. “I want to try.” She lifted a hand to Eric’s face and held his gaze again. “I think I do love you.” She kissed him. Then she turned to Jett. “And I like you so much, too, Jett.” Her heart expanded as his eyes darkened. “There’s always been…something between us.” He nodded. “I’ve been fighting my feelings for both of you. For you, Eric, because I kept thinking I couldn’t do commitment to one man, and I was going to end up hurting you, and for you Jett, because if I let myself be attracted to you, I would hurt Eric. I would be the slut I was always afraid I was.” “Embrace your inner slut, Abby,” Jett murmured. “We love it.” All three of them laughed. “Don’t you see, Abby?” Eric asked. “That’s why you’re just the right woman for us. We need a woman who can be with two men—with both of us. Who’s strong enough for that—strong enough to love us both, strong enough to deal with that kind of complicated, unconventional relationship. You’re the one.”
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Her heart swelled so big she thought it might explode in her chest. She so wanted to believe that. And she was starting to. “I think…you may be right. I hope you’re right. Because I really do care about both of you.” Two men. Too hot. Could she handle it? She didn’t know how it was all going to work. She still had twinges of doubts, uncertainties about herself, and even though she wondered if it was weak or fickle or slutty to need them both, they made her feel strong. Strong enough to need them both, to love them both—to have them both. They gave her the confidence that maybe they could fill that emptiness she’d been trying to ignore, that maybe not only could she commit to someone but that she deserved commitment from someone. From two of them. Love for them swelled inside her, ready to burst out of her, and she wanted to give it to them—both.
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Friends With Benefits © 2009 Kelly Jamieson Yoga is Kerri Harris’s life, but that doesn’t mean she’s a New Age flake. She’s a successful businesswoman, and it’s about time everyone took her as seriously as her mother-of-two, “real-career” sister. That means adding a new item to her spreadsheet—marriage plan. There’s only one person she trusts to help her check off this task: her best friend Mitch. Divorce attorney Mitch MacAuley gets the cold shivers at the mere mention of matrimony. After the disasters he’s witnessed from childhood, marriage equals miserable. The last thing he wants is to help Kerri down that road, but he’s never been able to say no to her. He expects to feel pity for her as she goes on one disastrous date after another. The complete surprise? Thinking about Kerri with those other guys makes him crazy. Her frustration collides with his confusion, leading to a big fight, a hot kiss and a scorching sexual tension that hits them both broadside. Prompting Kerri to propose a new plan…to add the bedroom to their list of BFF benefits. They quickly find out there’s nothing casual about the heat they generate. In fact, the burn could ruin a perfectly beautiful friendship. Warning: This story contains a late-night booty call, hot hotel sex and naked yoga!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Friends With Benefits: “I can’t believe you’ve set me up with all these guys and every single one of them has been all wrong for me. Not just wrong for me…like, not even close.” “Uh…Kerri. I didn’t set you up with Eric. You met him at the golf tournament.” “Well. You invited me to the golf tournament.” Mitch sighed. “It’s not just a coincidence, is it? You are doing this on purpose because you don’t want me to get married.” “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he corrected her. “So you admit it!” “No! No, I don’t. You’re twisting things.” She snorted. “How do you tell when a lawyer is lying? His lips are moving.” At that moment, Sela poked her head in to say she was leaving. “I thought you left hours ago!” Kerri exclaimed. “What about your shopping?”
Sela glanced at her watch. “We still have time. Doug is bringing the girls to Paseo Nuevo and I’m meeting them there.” “Go, go.” Kerri waved her hands. After they heard the door close behind Sela, she sighed. “That woman really has to learn to balance. Her family is paying the price for this move.” Mitch nodded. “She is kind of driven, isn’t she?” Kerri studied him. “Like you aren’t.” He shrugged. “I balance fine.” She glanced at him, remembering they’d been interrupted while starting to have a big fight. “Look, Kerri,” he said. “I know you’re not happy, but you can’t blame me for all this. You have a role in it too.” She gaped at him. “What are you saying? Are you saying I’m such a loser I can’t manage to attract a guy?” “Jesus, no! That’s not what I’m saying.” He ran a hand through his hair. “So you’re saying I’m deliberately sabotaging things for some strange subconscious reason of my own?” He stared at her. “What drugs are you on? You’re acting nuts today.” “Yeah, I’m crazy, that must be why I can’t find a husband.” “Aaarrrgh!” He slid down the wall until he lay on the floor and covered his face with his hands. With his arms up like that, Kerri could see the paler skin on the underside, which emphasized the bulge of his biceps below the sleeves of his T-shirt. He stayed like that for a moment, dragging big, slow breaths into his lungs. Kerri rolled in her lips and scooted a few inches away. Mitch had a temper, but he’d learned to control it over the years. And okay, she was acting like a bitch and hated herself for it, but the words just kept coming out of her mouth. She was just so frustrated and disappointed and Mitch was there to poke at, take out her frustrations on. A shiver trickled down her spine. Maybe she’d pushed too far. She bit her lip as she looked at him. With his arms raised, his snug T-shirt had ridden up and she could see tanned, ripped abs and a hint of golden brown hair just above the low-riding waistband of his jeans. His hair was all tousled from running his hands through it. She swallowed. She put a hand on his arm tentatively, wanting to apologize, fearful she’d pushed him too far and now he’d be really mad at her. She knew she could get away with a lot with Mitch and he just laughed at her, indulgently let her act all princessy, then called her on it and brought her back down to earth. But maybe this time his patience had run out. His arms jerked away from his face at her gentle touch and she jumped back. He grabbed her hand, held it tightly. Now she could see his eyes flashing dark gold, his jaw clenched so tight she was sure it must hurt.
“M-mitch…I’m…” “Kerri.” He growled, low and rough. “Just stop right now.” She nodded a bit frantically. “I’m sorry. You can let go of my hand now.” His fingers actually tightened on hers, crushing them, and she yanked on her hand. “Ow! Mitch, you’re hurting me! Let go.” His hot gaze held hers as she tried to pull free. “Jesus, Kerri.” His voice still sounded low and rough. “You can only push me so far.” Her eyes wide, she watched a vein throb in his temple. She again tugged her hand away from his but he wouldn’t let go, rather pulled her toward him. She put her other hand out, palm flat on his chest, hot and hard under the soft T-shirt, to push him away. The warm scents of laundry detergent and male skin mingled as she breathed in, and she trembled. She pushed ineffectually at him as he dragged her toward him, right up against him, practically on top of him. “Mitch.” She struggled against him, but he was stronger than she was, and his powerful arms held her there. God, he was warm. One big hand slid into her hair and cupped the back of her head. They stared at each other, Kerri’s heart banging against her ribs, tension crackling between them like static electricity, and then he pulled her to him and her mouth met his. “Mmmph.” She tried to protest, shocked to her toes at Mitch’s actions. She dragged her mouth away from his. “Mitch! What are you doing? Are you—” He kissed her again, his hands holding her head against his mouth and her body against his. Again, her palms pushed on his chest, but something happened inside her and to her shock and horror she was…aroused. The liquid warmth between her legs and the flippy feeling of excitement low in her tummy stunned her. No! This was Mitch, her friend! She couldn’t be feeling like this. And what the hell was he doing? He was kissing her. And kissing her again. And God, he was a really good kisser, his mouth firm and warm on hers, opening over hers, and her mouth parted for him. Astonishingly, she was kissing him back. The room spun around her as he flipped her gently so she lay on her back, and he shifted beside her, so he was almost lying on top of her, his body big and heavy and warm against hers. His mouth continued to devour her—long, consuming kisses, his tongue licking into her mouth, filling her mouth, and it was so exciting she thought she might burst into flames. God, it had obviously been a long time since she’d been with a guy if she was responding like this to Mitch. But she had never been so turned on as she was right then, and helplessly she arched into him, her hands clutching his shoulders through the soft cotton of his shirt and she kissed him back. Her tongue stroked his and he tasted faintly of
the tea he’d had earlier and delicious warm male, so she opened wider, letting his tongue in, sucking his tongue, devouring him. No, no, no. This should not be happening. The thought intruded into her foggy brain. But dear God, it felt so, so good. “No,” she managed to moan, pulling her mouth away from his warm, wet one. “Mitch. This is wrong…” “Christ, Kerri,” he muttered, burying his face into her neck, breathing deeply. “Christ.” Her hands stilled on his shoulders as she felt him regaining some control, then she pushed hard and wriggled out from under his weight. She scrambled away from him on her hands and knees, half afraid he was going to grab her again, but he didn’t. He lay there, one arm covering his eyes, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. She sat on the floor, trembling. She put her fingers to her mouth and stared at Mitch in shock, unable to formulate any words. What had just happened? Finally Mitch spoke. “Jesus, Kerri, I’m sorry,” he ground out. “You damn well better be!” “I’m sorry,” he said again. “You pushed my buttons…you just kept at it and I just…lost it.” “But, Mitch…” “I know. I’m sorry.” Anger flared in her, hot fury that he would do that, that he would jeopardize their friendship like that, that he would actually use her like that—and he was her best friend! She jumped to her feet and rubbed her hands over her face. She twisted her hands together. Then she went over and punched his shoulder, as hard as she could. “Ow!” He was totally unprepared, eyes still covered, and he jerked up. “What the hell was that? Jesus! “You stupid, horny idiot! What the hell do you think you were doing? You’re supposed to be my friend!”
New Year’s resolutions have never looked so good.
Make Mine Midnight © 2009 Annmarie McKenna New Year’s Eve. The party is rockin’, and Claire is in her usual spot holding up the wall. It’s all right. She’s much happier scribbling in her trusty little notebook than mingling. Especially since those notes turn into the sexy erotic romances she pens in secret. Those two gorgeous gods across the room are perfect hero material and…oh dear, are they headed her way? Mason and Hunter know she won’t remember them as the scrawny geeks they were in high school. She also doesn’t know they’ve been lusting after her for ten long years, waiting for her to meet a man and have a normal relationship. They’re through waiting. The time has come to make their move—and show her exactly how much they’ve changed. One night in the middle of a Mason/Hunter manwich, and Claire has enough research material to fill a hundred notebooks. Good thing she’s got OfficeMax on speed dial to order more. Except suddenly her two hunks have this crazy idea that keeping her is selfish. Selfish? She may be mousy, but this mouse is about to roar… Warning: Threesomes! Light bondage, blindfolds, breakfast made by two hot men who used to be geeks. Parades, cotton candy, more sex, and convincing said men they are WRONG and threesomes are RIGHT.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Make Mine Midnight: “I want the whole scoop later, sweetie,” Paul called after them as Mason and Hunter practically frogmarched her down the hall to the stairwell. There were no slow feet, no stopping or pausing, just a straight, quick arrow to the stairs. Two short flights down had them on the next floor where they proceeded to continue down the hall like they’d done so a million times. Like she had so often. Before she could say a word, they stopped right in front of 13A. Interesting since she’d never given the directions. They should have had to ask where she lived, not known how to take her right to her front door. Her suspicion rose again. “How did you know where I lived?” “Paul.” Hunter felt her jeans pockets and victoriously extracted her set of keys. “I knew that man had a big mouth, but damn. He told you everything, didn’t he?” “Don’t get mad at the middleman, sweetheart.” Hunter pecked her cheek as he fumbled the key in the lock then pushed open the door to her place. “I still want to know what’s going on.”
“Later,” Mason growled in her ear. Literally growled. “Time for talk later. We need to see you, want to touch you, taste you.” Claire wondered if it were possible for one’s heart to actually explode. The thing was beating so hard surely it was close. “And what if I don’t want to do those things?” The act of defiance pretty much fell flat. She knew it based on their twin predatory grins. “If you really didn’t want this, you’d go inside and slam the door in our faces. One thing we remember for certain about you is your stubbornness.” Hunter turned serious and touched her cheek. “If there’s anything we do that scares you or you don’t want, just tell us. We’ll back off.” They would. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did. They wouldn’t hurt her. Maybe leave her heart crushed in a million pieces when they left, but they wouldn’t physically hurt her. They weren’t that kind of men. Not ten years ago, and she could see they still weren’t. What could she say to that? She nodded and stepped inside, letting them follow her in. Not want this? Pfft. The door sounded with what seemed like an ominous click and then Hunter spoke again. “Take off the shirt, Claire. I can’t wait to see you.” Mason’s hands fisted and she wondered if he were trying not to pounce on her. His expression clearly showed he wanted to do just that. She swallowed and reached for the hem of her shirt, revealing inch by inch of smooth, creamy skin in an almost provocative dance. Where her inner vixen suddenly came from she didn’t know and didn’t particularly care. When her bellybutton appeared, Mason dropped to his knees and placed a kiss on the indentation. The act startled her and Claire bumped back into the wall. Mason took advantage. He held her hips and kissed a circle around her navel, tickling her into a rush of giggles. Beside her, Hunter groaned. Because he wanted to do the same thing? Damn, she wished she had a better handle on all things sex in real life, not just in the written word. A moment later, Mason backed off, a silly grin on his face. “Sorry.” She had a feeling he wasn’t. “Right.” “Off.” The impatience she remembered Hunter having shone through in spectacular fashion. “Geez. It’s not my fault I was interrupted.” Claire shimmied the shirt up, reaching her arms to the ceiling to remove it, but before she could take it completely off, Hunter grabbed her bound arms and kept them raised above her head. As a result, her face was covered by the material as well. “Hey.” “Stay.” Hunter had been reduced to one-word grunts, which made a thrill go through her. A mouth latched on to one of her silk-bra-covered nipples, puckering the bud tight before the cup was pulled below her breast. Fingers manipulated her other mound. Claire’s knees wobbled and someone pressed her into the wall. Her nipple was sucked deep into a hot, wet mouth and then a tongue wrapped around it. Teeth bit gently and Claire cried out into the fabric of her shirt. She’d never experienced such a sensation, the
sharpness of teeth followed by the soothing lap of a tongue. The clip between her breasts popped open with deft fingers and the cups fell to her sides, leaving her practically naked from the waist up except for the bunch of fabric around her face. She knew her nipples were standing out from her small breasts, and somewhere in the back of her mind she thought about being embarrassed but couldn’t summon the energy when what the two men were doing to her nipples felt so damn good. “Sheeeesh.” Claire’s legs buckled on a particularly strong suck. She squealed when Mason laughed and scooped her up in his arms. “Where’s the bedroom, baby?” “Down the hall.” The shirt still shrouded her face but try as she might she couldn’t wiggle loose. She had a feeling Mason wanted it that way. Light filtered through the hole at the top and she wondered what they thought of her scrawny apartment as they lit the rooms one by one. She knew what they’d find in her room. The walls were dark red—whore red she called it—the comforter plaid in a matching shade of red mixed with browns and navy. Not very girly, but then she wasn’t a very girly kind of girl. A touch of makeup on the dresser, a few simple dresses and a bit of jewelry were about as feminine as she got. There was a shuffling sound and then the world spun as Mason turned and laid her on the bed. Her bare back on soft sheets told her the shuffling had been Hunter pulling off the comforter. “Can I take this off now?” She squirmed in an attempt to extract herself. Who knew it’d be so hard to get your shirt off when you really wanted it off? “I don’t know, Hunt, I kind of like her blindfolded.” Claire stilled, her heart racing. Blindfolded? As in not being able to see? Anything? She’d written the scenario lots of times. And the idea of doing it here and now made her clit throb in excitement. But still, if she didn’t at least pretend like the idea scared the shit out of her, what would they think of her? That she did this sort of thing all the time? She fumbled out of the shirt. Her glasses came off with the material, and she eyed their blurry forms. “What do you mean?” Hunter pulled a black, silky-looking scarf from his back pocket and showed it to her. “A little something to force you to feel, sweetheart.” “Do you always carry little black scarves in your pocket, Hunter?” “I like to be prepared.” His lips split into a sexy smile that made her belly flip-flop. “Huh. I like prepared.” What the hell. It was the chance of a lifetime, right?
The higher the stakes, the harder they fall—in love.
Going All In © 2009 Jess Dee Julia Savage’s weekly poker games are tearing her apart. She’s in love with two of her fellow card players, and much as she’d like to pick and confess her true feelings to one man, she won’t. Not if it means risking the love of the other. Hunter Miles has wanted Julia for four months, and he’s about to deal a hand she couldn’t see coming. He’s determined to give her a New Year’s Eve celebration she never expected. He’s going to seduce her—in front of his friend and rival for her affections, Jay Baxter. But Jay’s not willing to lay down his cards. He’s going after Julia too, and he’s not above bluffing to get what he wants. Either way, one of them is going to win her over. Unless they change the rules of the game. If they double up, there’s a chance they can split the pot… Warning: This book contains two hunky heroes, a heroine worth betting on, sizzling hot three-way action (m/f/m and m/m/f), a whole lot of unexpected fireworks and a New Year’s Eve to remember.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Going All In: God, he tasted good. Clean and musky, with an occasional salty drop for flavor. Hunter lay on the bed with his legs hanging over the side. His upper body rested on his arms so he could watch Julia at work. The air was filled with his soft, encouraging murmurs. Julia’s one hand held the base of his penis, the other caressed his balls. His cock was slightly thicker than Jay’s, but just as delectable. Julia felt someone’s gaze on her back and turned to find Jay standing butt-naked by the bathroom door. “Fuck,” he swore hoarsely and strode over to the bed where he dropped to his knees beside Julia. She swirled her tongue around the tip of Hunter’s dick, watching Jay’s face the entire time. “Jesus, Jules,” Jay gasped. “If I thought I fancied you before, I reckon I’m falling in love with you now.” He did not take his gaze off her mouth. Her heart lurched beneath her breast, but she forced herself not to get too excited by his words, no matter how much she loved him. After all, they were being said in the heat of passion. Nevertheless, still holding Hunter’s cock in her hand, she lifted her face to Jay’s, inviting him to kiss her. He did so, hungrily, and when he pulled away and motioned for her to return to Hunter, her lips were swollen and puffy. Hunter let out a loud groan. “I reckon I’m falling pretty damn hard myself.”
He dropped backwards onto the bed as Julia sucked his cock into her mouth again, tickled pink by his confession. She loved Hunter too. She had for the last four months. Once again she warned herself not to get her hopes up. There was very little a man wouldn’t say when a woman knelt at his feet. Hunter flung an arm over his eyes and thrust his hips upwards, filling her mouth. She had to relax every muscle in her throat to fit his dick in. Jay breathed heavily beside her. “Watching you blow Hunter is giving me a hard-on from hell.” Julia smiled around Hunter’s shaft and stilled his movements with her hand. She drew away from him then dipped her head back to lick off the precome that leaked from his cock head. Without swallowing, she turned back to Jay and offered him her mouth. She was mildly surprised by the greed with which Jay kissed her, licking the offering from her tongue. Mildly surprised and majorly aroused. She squeezed another drop from Hunter and repeated the process. This time when Jay’s lips met hers, he groaned low in his throat. Keeping her gaze on Jay’s face, she held Hunter’s dick in her hand and licked it from the base up to the tip and then back down again. Twice she did it, and then a third time, conscious of Jay staring, his eyes glazed with hunger. Perhaps it took her a few seconds to see the truth because her glasses were off. But once she noticed it, she couldn’t deny the fact. It wasn’t just her mouth Jay ogled. It was Hunter’s penis as well. Hunter’s delectable penis. She licked the head of his dick and then paused to watch Jay. He licked his lips. She did it again. He licked his lips again. Her pussy tightened. Jay wanted Hunter’s dick. Ever so slowly she raised her head. While still holding Hunter’s shaft, she tilted it, offering it to Jay. Jay didn’t move an inch. Indecision flashed across his face, made obvious by his frown. Julia pursed her lips and sucked Hunter into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down, making him mumble on the bed. She watched Jay while she feasted. He watched Hunter’s dick. When he bit his lower lip and his tongue flashed over it, soothing the reddened spot, Julia pulled away, and once again offered him Hunter’s penis. This time he faltered for a second. Then he leaned over and swiped his tongue over the tip of the proffered cock. Blood raced to Julia’s head, making her dizzy. In her entire life she had never seen anything as mesmerizing.
Jay did it again and then again. Hunter writhed and his hips surged up, as though asking for more. Jay obliged. Tentatively he opened his mouth and lowered his lips over Hunter’s shaft. They touched Julia’s fingers, and she released her grasp on Hunter, giving Jay free rein. Hunter let out a long breath. His arm still covered his eyes, but his lower body was moving now, thrusting up into Jay’s mouth. God, Julia thought, stunned. She was watching Jay go down on Hunter. A man on a man. The one man she loved doing the other man she loved. It was shocking. Scandalous. It was outrageous. And fascinating. And hot. Oh, dear Lord, the very sight turned her on almost more than sleeping with both of them did. Julia pushed her hand against her pussy, hoping to ease the sudden ache between her legs. Desire burned within, growing hotter as Jay devoured Hunter. Jay’s face was a study in concentration. His eyes were closed, as though he relished the experience. With each bob of his head, Jay’s confidence seemed to grow, his movements became faster, his expression more intent. She closed her other hand around Jay’s penis, stunned to find it harder than ever, with a vein pulsing tangibly through it. “Jules,” Hunter cried. “Fuck, Jules!” he flung his head from side to side, his eyes still closed. “That feels unbelievable.” Jay froze. His eyes popped open. “No.” Hunter panted. “Christ, don’t stop.”
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