Rock You Like a Hurricane

Emergency kit: Flashlight, check. Radio, check. One lover and a spare, double check. Stormy Weather, Book 1 So much for...

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Emergency kit: Flashlight, check. Radio, check. One lover and a spare, double check. Stormy Weather, Book 1 So much for being her knight in shining armor. Much to Greg’s irritation, someone else got to his girlfriend Olivia’s house first: the other man in her life, wise-cracking Jack Randall. Never mind that the open relationship idea was his—what he really wants is Olivia all to himself. Now that they’re trapped together, though, getting Jack out of the picture is a problem. Olivia has never been a fan of storms, but right now the only thing more uncomfortable than the one raging outside is the one brewing beneath her own roof. Although she’s thrilled to have both her lovers there to help her endure the hurricane, the friction between them is threatening to turn this into a very bad night. Jack is more amused than annoyed. There’s not a doubt in his mind that after all is said and done, Olivia will pick him. How can she not? Out of the two of them, Jack is the one who is ready to close the door on their open relationship. All he has to do first is get rid of the uptight professor. Easier said than done… Warning: Two men who don’t like sharing their toys, a heroine who doesn’t see why she can’t have her cake and eat it too. Stormy weather can bring out all kinds of wild behavior.

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Rock You Like A Hurricane Lena Matthews & Liz Andrews

Dedication

To Teri, for putting the R and E in our ass.

Chapter One

It took the sound of Greg Laurie’s knuckles rapping against the thick wood for the third time before the front door swung open. To his utmost surprise Olivia Neal, the damsel he pictured himself rescuing, seemed far from being in distress. His girlfriend of one year wasn’t supposed to be having a good time. Olivia hated storms. Despised them, in fact, and she was usually out of commission, even when it was just a little lightning and thunder. Instead it looked as if he’d interrupted her during a party. “Greg.” Her smile went from friendly to beaming the second her gaze landed on him, then dimmed dramatically in rapid succession. “Oh my gosh,” she said as she pulled the front door closer to her, blocking his view of the inside of the house. “What are you doing here?” Taken aback, Greg frowned at her lackluster response to his arrival. That wasn’t the welcome he’d been expecting from Olivia. Not from his lover, who’d been known to take a running jump into his arms the second she caught sight of him. To see her erecting a wall, in the middle of a storm that was threatening to turn into a hurricane at any moment no less, was out of character to say the least. As usual, when he was at a loss about something, Greg fell back on his English upbringing, mixing his sarcasm with a dash of politeness. “Nice to see you too. May I come in?” he asked pointedly when it didn’t appear as if she was moving from the doorway. “The wind is picking up and I’m not exactly dressed for parasailing.”

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“Oh, of course. Forgive me.” Olivia let out a peal of nervous laughter as she released her death grip on the door and took an obviously reluctant step back so he could enter the house. “The storm has me all out of sorts.” “Then let me see what I can do to ease your mind.” He strode over the threshold boldly. After pushing the door closed behind him, he made his way over to Olivia who’d backed herself up against the wall at his advance. Desperate for a taste of her, he edged closer until there was nothing between them but a faint hint of her floral perfume. “Let’s try this again. Hello, love.” “Greg.” His name was a sigh on her full, feminine lips. “Would you like to come in?” “Come.” Greg slipped his hand beneath the thick curls of her russet hair and cupped her nape in his slender hands. “Most assuredly.” His crass comment caused her to smile. “How can someone so proper be so dirty?” “Luck.” Before Olivia could reply, Greg covered her mouth with his. For a second Olivia tensed against him, but just as quickly as the resistance appeared it disappeared, leaving in its wake a wanton woman who began to respond not only with hunger to his kiss, but with desperation as well. Her sweet, heady taste rocked him to his core. It never failed to amaze Greg that after a year in her bed he had become addicted to her taste. To her touch. To her. Arching toward him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. A move he couldn’t help but adore. The only thing better than being in Olivia was being pressed against her. She was a curvaceous, sexy handful. In a different time, her full figure would have been worshipped by the masses, but in an era of less is more, she was

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simply worshipped by him. Olivia was not a ten, but a perfect twelve. And he adored every inch of her shapely body. Just about the time Greg began to think of moving their hello to a more horizontal-friendly area, Olivia worked her hand down from his neck to his chest, and gently but firmly pushed him away, breaking the kiss. Her sudden move surprised and disappointed him in equal measure. Things were just beginning to get interesting. “Olivia…” He moved to take her in his arms again but was brought up short by her hand, held out in front of her like a ward to keep him away. “Whoa.” Laughing softly, she shook her head then moved her hand from in front of her and placed it over her chest. Her heart-shaped face was flushed, her eyes glazed. She looked thoroughly mesmerized and aroused. Just the way he liked her. “I have to say, I do love the way you say hello.” “That wasn’t just a hello. It was an I’ve missed you as well.” Even though it had only been two days since he saw her last, it had felt like much longer. The more they were apart, the more he realized the casual relationship he’d insisted on when they first started seeing one another was no longer working for him. The distance he craved with every other woman he’d seen before Olivia was absent in the wake of her smile, her kiss, her touch. The truth of the matter had hit him just recently, but it had hit him hard, nevertheless. Now the only thing he had to do was convince the woman he’d talked into having an open relationship, to see only him. “Haven’t you missed me too?” “Of course, but…” The wary look in her big brown eyes didn’t bode well for the evening. Something was up. Something Greg was more than sure he wasn’t going to like. “But what?”

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Olivia took his hand in hers, holding him to her as she beseeched him with her eyes. “Don’t be mad, okay?” Warning bells went off in his head. “Why would I be mad?” Olivia opened her mouth to reply, but before she could get out a single syllable, a masculine voice called from the other room. “Hey, Liv, where are the nails?” For a stunned moment neither said anything. Olivia most likely because she didn’t know what to say, and Greg because there were not enough words in the English language to express his displeasure. “I…” “Yes, Liv.” Greg took his hand from hers as he struggled to remain calm. “Where do you keep the nails?” “Greg.” Olivia glanced quickly toward the other room. “Be nice,” she pleaded. “I’m always nice, especially to the help.” “He isn’t the help,” she admitted, her head held high. “No, he isn’t, is he.” And Greg had never thought he was. A handyman wouldn’t have caused Olivia to pale and stumble over her words in the manner she was. There was only one person he could think of who would cause her to react the way she was. “Have company, love?” Olivia met his unflinching gaze with one of her own. “Yes. Jack is here.” “Ah, Jack.” Greg smiled while his blood simmered on the inside. He’d never had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Jack Randall, but Greg knew of Olivia’s other lover all too well. “The other man.” “Don’t call him that.” “It’s exactly what he is.”


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Olivia crossed her arms over her bountiful breasts and released a put-out sigh. “Seeing other people was your idea. You didn’t want to be a couple, you wanted to be lovers,” she reminded him unnecessarily. “Don’t get upset with me when I go along with it.” “Trust me, I know exactly where to direct the anger over that mistake.” His legs were extremely sore from reaching back and trying to kick his own arse for his foolish decision. “Mistake.” Olivia’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?” “That’s a conversation for another time.” When his competition wasn’t within hearing distance. “So if I’m not to call him the other man, how should I address him then?” “Jack works just fine,” said the man in question as he strolled into the foyer. Greg turned so he was facing the other man and all he could do was stare. This was the moment. The big showdown between suitors was as lame and uncomfortable as Greg had always known it would be. Two guys. One woman. It didn’t get more complicated than that. Thankfully though, Greg had a bit of an edge on Jacky boy. One, Olivia was his first, and two, there wasn’t much about the other man Greg didn’t already know, thanks to one very fast, yet detailed private investigator, who’d given Greg not only a folder phonebook-thick with information on Jack but a few candid shots as well. Begrudgingly, Greg had to admit the photos hadn’t done Jack justice. True, he was every bit the scruffy blue-collar mechanic the investigator made him out to be, but he was far more attractive in person than Greg would have preferred. What came across as thick and grimy on film translated to muscular and brooding, up close and personal. Add to that, thick hair that was a tad darker and longer than Greg’s own and voila, pin-up model for Garage Weekly.

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All in all, Greg detested him on sight. No, that wasn’t true. Greg had disliked the man from the moment Olivia mentioned she was seeing him. Meeting him face-to-face only cemented the feeling. The interloper walked boldly up to Greg and offered his hand as if they were meeting over the putting green instead of in the home of the woman they were both fucking. “Greg, isn’t it?” As if the asshole didn’t know. Without bothering to take the other man’s hand, Greg looked back at Olivia. Her eyes were as wide as a deer’s caught in headlights. She looked guilty and clearly overwhelmed. “Isn’t this cozy?” Olivia let loose a choked laugh. “And getting cozier by the second.” “I believe Jack asked you a question.” Greg glanced back at the man in question who was watching him with an amused look on his face. “Something about nails, wasn’t it? Doing a little renovation?” “Just doing my job.” “You use nails on cars these days?” To Greg’s immense pleasure, Jack seemed a bit taken aback Greg knew what he did for a living. Sadly the other man didn’t let that distract him for long. “Um, no. I’m helping Liv board up the house to prep for the storm. She hates bad weather.” Great, they’d come to the dick-measuring part of the evening already, and Greg hadn’t even taken his overcoat off yet. “I’m well aware of Olivia’s fear of storms. It’s the exact same reason I’m here.” “Oh, that’s nice. You were able to fit her in.” Sarcasm laced Jack’s words. Greg stiffened. “I always have time for Olivia.” “Really?” The doubt in the other man’s voice grated Greg’s nerves. “Yes.”


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“Doesn’t really seem like it.” Greg jerked in surprise. “What would you know about it?” “More than you think.” Cheeky little bastard. “I’ll have you kno—” “Ding, ding.” Olivia held her hands up and mimed ringing a bell. “Back to your corners, boys.” Jack’s sharp laughter brought the pissing contest to an end. “We weren’t fighting,” he lied smoothly. “Just getting to know one another a bit better.” “Right.” And so far, what Greg was learning wasn’t sitting well with him. “Nothing to worry about, love.” “Only thing I’m worried about is my house blowing away.” “Not on my watch,” Greg replied with all sincerity. He knew how much her deceased parents’ home meant to her. Olivia tilted her head to the side and smiled. “What are going to do, order the wind to stop?” “If I thought it would work, I would.” “Pardon the pun, but I’m still blown away you’re even here right now. I thought you had a faculty dinner tonight.” “I did.” It had been tedious and boring, and he was actually glad to be rid of his date as well. Although she was a co-worker and part of his social circle, they’d exhausted any feasible conversation topics within ten minutes. “Is it over already?” “No, I left early because I thought you might need a bit of help.” Obviously a mistake on his part. “You didn’t have to do that.” But her shy smile belied her words. “Yes, as you can see, I have it well in hand.” Jack flashed Greg a knowing smirk. “So if you have to leave…”

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There was no way in hell Greg was going anywhere. “I don’t. Besides, as the saying goes, you can never have too much help.” “Hmm…and I thought it went something like too many cooks spoil the stew.” Jack’s tone and expression had taken a downward turn from his earlier swagger. Good. Greg had been able to wipe that smug look off Jack’s face and he actually seemed a little pissed off. This bad night was getting better and better. Especially when Olivia touched him. “Thanks for coming by. Of course we can use your help.” Greg wrapped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her curvy frame against him. While locked in her warm embrace, his fingers caught one of her coppery curls and he tugged. “Anything I can do. I’m here for you.” Olivia laid her head on his chest. “Thank you.” Over her head Greg met Jack’s gaze. The other man’s expression darkened and a shadow of annoyance crossed his face. Jack did not look happy to see Olivia in Greg’s arms. In fact, he looked murderous. Olivia, seemingly oblivious to the tension around her, pulled back and smiled up at Greg. “With you here the boards will go up twice as fast.” “Still need nails though,” Jack reminded her. Olivia moved away from Greg and turned her sunny smile onto Jack. “Give me one minute to find them.” “I’ll help you,” Greg offered, before Jack could. Then to seal the deal he took her hand in his, giving her little way out and Jack little way in. But still, he had to pretend to be polite. “If you want me to that is?” “Of…course.” Olivia looked down at their interlocked fingers for a second before glancing over at Jack. “We’ll be right back, I guess.” “And I’ll be here.”


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Greg had a feeling the other man’s words were more for Greg’s benefit than Olivia’s, but he held his tongue and Olivia’s hand as they walked toward the back of the house together. Greg glanced over his shoulder to see Jack tighten his grip around the hammer as he watched them retreat. The other man may have made Greg jealous, but the feeling was more than mutual. As soon as she and Greg entered the kitchen, Olivia moved away from him and clear across the room to the sink. She gripped the cool tile in her hands and held on with all her might to steady her legs. And her nerves. Having both Jack and Greg there was both her most kinky fantasy and her worst nightmare come to life. It touched her heart they knew her so well and cared enough to show up because of the storm. The fact they did so in the course of just twenty minutes of each other freaked her the hell out. Not to mention the dick-waving contest that had started the moment Jack entered the foyer. There had come a point where Olivia had begun to think the knuckles were going to drop and drag on the floor as they started their caveman routine. The overload of testosterone had been overwhelming, a little amusing, yet strangely arousing all the same. The tension in the house was as turbulent as the storm raging outside and destined only to get worse unless she got everything under control, and fast. “Is everything all right, Olivia?” Now that was the question of the hour. Smiling at the insanity that was her love life, Olivia turned back around and faced her enigmatic lover. The first man she’d fallen in love with and the one who’d introduced chaos into her once welloiled life. “Other than the storm, I’m fine.” Greg took his overcoat off and carelessly tossed it on the center island. “So is it just the weather that has you out of sorts, or something else?”

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“It’s the weather. For the most part,” she admitted after a pause. Not wanting to get into it too much, she ignored his pointed look and ran her gaze over the black suit he wore. It fit his lean frame like a glove and made the already dashing man look downright sexy. “You’re looking very…nice tonight.” Talk about understatement of the year. Greg rocked the whole “naughty professor” like no one else could. The dark suit only added to his panty-wetting appeal. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Storm aside, is everything all right with you?” “Of course.” His mouth said one thing, but his guarded, icy-blue gaze said another. Out of her two lovers, Greg was the one she had the hardest time reading but she loved him deeply just the same. Olive couldn’t have picked two more different men if she tried. Not that she had tried. A femme fatale she was not. In all honesty she could count the number of men she’d previously dated in her lifetime on two hands, and the number she slept with on one, and that was if she included Greg and Jack. In the past she had never even dated two men at once, let alone slept with two men at the same time. Well, not exactly at the same time. But Greg said the only relationship he was even remotely interested in would be one where there were no commitments other than honesty. They were free to date others, even to sleep with them, as long as they used protection. It wasn’t a proposal a girl of her sort would have normally even considered. But Olivia got honest with herself. She wasn’t getting any younger, there wasn’t a line a mile wide filled with men dying to get in her front door, so why not for once just say yes to something she really wanted. Greg. And to her surprise it had worked out. She was happy to be with him when he had a moment or when she did. He did his work functions with women who


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didn’t turn green at the mere thought of thousand dollar a plate dinners and she had Jack, her dirty boy next door, who would watch a baseball game with her, tell her a bawdy joke just to make her laugh, and could and had spent hours with his head buried between her legs. Even though he was as different from Greg as night and day, he too, when they first met six months ago, had stated effusively he wasn’t looking for anything serious. He too, had wanted an open relationship where he would be free to see other women if the opportunity came up, and once again she agreed. It had been working out so well with Greg, she didn’t see why it wouldn’t work the same way with Jack. Both men were her lovers, her friends, but they weren’t solely hers and she wasn’t solely theirs. It seemed so simple, but with both of them in the house, it felt anything but. Speaking of which… “So, what happened to your date?” Olivia was pretty sure her voice sounded completely normal and not quaking at all, even though she was shaking in her shoes. “She’s still at the dean’s house,” he said as he approached her side. “Probably getting drunk on merlot even as we speak.” “Oh. How charming,” she replied dryly as he sidled up next to her with his back to the sink, matching her pose for pose. “She sounds like a lovely lady.” “She’s no Olivia.” His lips quirked slightly at the comment. “But as a fellow colleague, she serves her purpose for functions such as these.” “I’m sure she does.” Whoever the hell she was. Olivia never asked and Greg never offered. Their agreement was simple. Openness, honesty and safety. Names weren’t part of the deal. Well, not her side of it anyway. Greg had been more than willing to be upfront with whom he was seeing. It was Olivia who preferred not knowing the details. As long as he was playing safe, she was

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content. Or so she told him. It was the only lie she fibbed to him about, but a necessary one in her eyes. Greg, on the other hand, wanted to know about Jack and vice versa, for reasons Olivia would never fathom. The less she knew about the other women in their lives, the better she stuck to her diet. Cheesecake was jealousy’s best friend, and Olivia’s ass was big enough. “What time do you have to go back to pick her up?” “I don’t. I’d planned to be here through the storm.” Greg crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the counter. “Unless you’d prefer I didn’t because of your company.” Olivia smiled and placed her hand on his arm. “No, of course I want you to stay. I just don’t want you to…fight. I know this is extremely uncomfortable.” “Do I look,” Greg arched a brow, “uncomfortable to you?” Olivia didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t seem out of sorts. Far from it, but even if he was, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to tell. Whether it was a British thing, or a studious thing, Greg didn’t ruffle. Far from it. And he didn’t appear to be deviating from the script just yet. “Okay, let me rephrase. I know this is extremely uncomfortable for me.” She paused for a second as she thought about the other individual in the equation. “And possibly Jack.” Greg smiled, clearly amused by her statement. “I think your suitor can handle himself, love.” “I’m sure both of my suitors can handle themselves.” Greg might not be as muscular as Jack but she didn’t think for a second his ass would be an easy one to beat. “I’m just not sure I can handle the two of you.” The easy grin that had graced his lips just seconds earlier slid away. “Do you want me to leave?”


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“No.” She turned so she was facing him head on. She wanted him not only to hear the truth of her words, but see it on her face as well. “That’s the last thing I want. I can’t express how happy just seeing you has made me. To know you were willing to cut your evening short to be with me is humbling.” “If I thought for a second you would have gone to the dinner with me tonight, I would have invited you as my date instead.” Olivia had to stop herself from recoiling in shock at his announcement. She’d never attended anything work-related with him in the past. They’d done dinner with a few of his close friends, but other than that, they mostly spent time alone. The majority of it naked. “Why so shocked?” “I know. You’ve never said anything like this before.” “That’s because I know you’re not big on crowds, plus these things are dreadfully boring. If we’re going to go out somewhere, I’d rather it be some place I know you’re going to have a good time.” His words took a second for her to process. All this time, she’d thought the reason he’d never invited her to his work functions was because she didn’t fit in. Now she realized he didn’t because he was thinking about her. And what she would have liked. Just when she thought she knew everything there was to know about him, Greg peeled back another layer of his shield and let her in a bit more. How could she or any other woman not love him? “I’m not a fan of crowds. But I am a fan of you. And I would have gone, no matter how dreadfully boring it was. For you.” “Then consider yourself invited next time.” “I’d like that.” A loud crack of thunder caused her to jump and bring her thoughts back to her immediate issue. The storm would be there quicker than she would be ready for it, and without the windows boarded up she would soon

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be locking herself in the bathroom, rocking back and forth in the tub. “I need to find those nails.” She could hash out her very complicated beaus later. Right now she had to protect her home. Olivia turned back around and began to open every drawer in sight in search of the boxes in question. She knew they were in the kitchen, because she used them not long ago for hanging pictures, but where she put them in the kitchen afterwards was really anyone’s guess. One of these days she’d organize all this kind of stuff so she wasn’t caught hunting like this in the next emergency. After a few minutes of fruitless searching, Greg called out from behind her. “This what you’re looking for?” Olivia turned to see Greg holding three boxes of nails in his hand. “You are a Godsend.” And she wasn’t just referring to the nails. Having Greg there, although it was what even the most positive person might call an awkward situation, comforted her. Knowing both her men were with her made her happy. Jack opened the back door and entered with a blast of wind and whipping rain. While they’d been busy talking and looking for nails, he’d been busy outside. He’d even found time to add a few extra layers to protect against the storm. “Hey, Liv, it’s getting worse. I think Greg and I can handle this. Why don’t you make the coffee and keep it coming. It’s cold as hell out there.” He didn’t need to tell her twice. Just the idea of going out in the storm gave her the shakes. She was more than happy to sit in the nice warm kitchen and keep the home fires burning. “If you’re sure.” She didn’t want to give them a chance to change their minds, but she wanted to at least pretend to protest. “Of course we can take care of this.” Greg pulled her close and gave her a hard, fast kiss that left her heart racing and her legs wobbly. He smiled in satisfaction and nodded at her bemused look. “We’ll be back in a bit.”


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After picking up his coat and slipping it in on, Greg walked to the door and waited for Jack. To her surprise though, instead of following him, Jack headed toward Olivia and pulled her into his arms. Instead of the brief kiss she’d just received from Greg, Jack kissed her thoroughly, exploring her mouth with his and her backside with his hands. His coat was wet from the rain, but heat radiated from the kiss he gave her, chasing the chills away and warming her from the inside out. When he finally released her, Olivia reached out behind her and grabbed hold of the sink again to steady her once more. Good lord, these men were hell on her equilibrium and her libido. “Yeah, Liv, we’ll be right back.” Jack mimicked Greg’s words, a hint of laughter hidden there. Before she could say anything, Jack hustled Greg from the kitchen and out into the storm. Olivia let out a shaky sigh and made her way over to the table. She sank like lead into the chair, and then dropped her head into her hands. “Oh. My. Lord,” she muttered to herself. This was ridiculous. This was crazy. This was unbelievable. This was…hot as hell. She had never even seen the two men on the same night, let alone kissed them just seconds from each other. Damned if she didn’t like it. A lot.

Two hours later, Jack stomped into the kitchen, cold and thoroughly soaked. In any other circumstance he might be in a bad mood, but he was feeling just the opposite. Despite the weather being shit, the work rough and tedious thanks to the rain and wind, Jack’s spirit was high. No matter how fucked up of a time Jack had, for Greg it had been ten times worse. It was juvenile, mean-spirited even, but watching the other man curse in that pansy accent of his while he tried to hammer a nail in the board was better than

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any cat playing piano on YouTube any day of the week. A fix-it guy Greg obviously wasn’t, but even Jack had to admit the professor had been a good sport. Despite the storm, his obvious incompetence, and his fancy suit that was now just a fancy drop cloth, Greg hadn’t quit. He bore through it all with curses and evil glances, but he stayed outside the entire time, doing his fair share. If Greg weren’t intent on stealing Jack’s girl, the two men might have become friends. Or…friend-like. “Hi, honey,” he called out to Liv who was sitting at the table reading a book. “We’re home.” Liv looked over her shoulder, but when she spotted the two men, she gasped and jumped from her chair. From the horrified expression on her face, Jack knew they looked as wet as he felt. “Oh my God, you guys are soaked.” Liv dropped the book she’d been reading and picked up two thick bath towels from the table. “I brought these from the bathroom, but something tells me it’s not going to be enough.” The fluffy pink linen looked like a joke next to Greg and Jack, who both resembled passengers on the Titanic. “Yeah…I don’t think a towel is going to do it for Greg,” Jack said with a wicked grin as he shrugged out of his jacket. “You might want to get him a blanket, something for his boo boos, and a trash can for everything else.” “Boo boos.” With a concerned expression on her pretty face, Liv rushed to the other man’s side, pausing long enough to press the towels into Jack’s chest. She didn’t even wait to see if he grabbed them before she frantically began to run her hands over Greg’s arms and chest, while Greg glared at Jack through slanted angry eyes. “Where are you hurt?”


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“Nowhere, love.” Greg pushed her gently yet firmly away. “Don’t get too close. I’m soaking wet. I don’t want you to catch cold.” Brows furrowed, Liv glanced over at Jack, who was trying his best to keep his grin at bay, then back to Greg. “But Jack said you were hurt.” “He was teasing. Now, why don’t you get us some more towels, a lot more, before we start a flood in here?” “Okay, I will. The coffee is warming, make yourself at home,” she said as she hurried from the room. “Will do, Liv,” Jack said cheerfully as he tossed one of the cloths at Greg’s face, none too gently. Greg caught it before it could do any damage. “Funny, mate.” “I thought so.” Jack grinned. Without waiting for Liv to get back with the rest of the linen, Jack began to undress in the kitchen. Growing up in a household with one bathroom and three brothers forced any modesty out of Jack. It was nothing to him to undress in front of Greg, especially since it was freezing cold. One by one he began to peel off the layers, first the heavy sweatshirt and then the long-sleeved T-shirt. When he was topless he glanced over at Greg, who had spent his time slipping out of his coat and jacket. But that was it. His shirt was slicked to his skin, his hair was still wet, his skin a tinge of blue. He looked moments away from hypothermia. “You all right there, pal?” “Yes.” He looked anything but. Jack slung his towel around his neck and grabbed a hold of the ends in his hands. “So, are you just going to stand there and catch your death of pneumonia or you going to get out of those wet things?” “In a hurry to size up the competition?”

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Oh, the dick had a sense of humor. Nice. “No, I just don’t want to have to spend the rest of the evening watching her feed you soup.” “You could always go.” “And let you have all the fun? Never that.” Before Greg could reply, Liv entered the room. This time her hands were loaded down with towels. “Here.” Liv set the linens on the counter. “Greg, hurry up and get out of those things.” “I warned him.” “Actually, I believe I left my gym bag here the last time I was over.” “Oh you did. That’s right.” She beamed. “I washed the clothes for you. It’s upstairs in my closet.” Jack frowned. Greg had clothes here. Hmmm….not a good sign. “Great. I’ll go take a hot shower then change. Unless you need me to help with something else.” “No. That’s a great idea.” Liv squeezed Greg’s arm and Jack bit his tongue. He didn’t like to see those small little gestures from her. At least not directed at another man. Knowing she was seeing someone else, and having it reinforced right in front of him, were two different things. And it was weird for him to feel this way. Casual was how he rolled. He enjoyed not having someone to answer to, yet at the same time he took pleasure in the sense of home he felt when he was with Liv. The more he saw her, the more he wanted to see her. But unlike Greg, Jack didn’t need a year to figure it out. He knew how he felt about her after just a few months. He’d just been biding his time before he made his move. He’d hoped Liv would see he was the better man, but he knew now he was going to have to step up his game if he wanted to be the man she chose at the


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end of the day. And there was no time like the present for life-changing decisions. The three of them trapped together during the storm was probably the best thing that could have ever happened. Jack waited until Greg left the kitchen and Liv turned her attention back to him before speaking again. “So, he’s staying?” “Yes, he is.” Liv took a deep breath, as if she might say something more but just shook her head. “You need to get out of those pants.” “I don’t disagree.” His jeans were plastered to his legs and his boots felt like two bricks at the end of his legs. “But it’s not going to be easy.” “But it could be fun.” Fun? Even though Captain Tweed was in the house? Interesting. “I like fun.” “Good. Now sit. I’ll help you with these boots.” Jack sat on the kitchen chair, and Liv knelt at his feet and began to pick at the waterlogged laces. “I think I could get used to this.” “I’ll make you a deal—you board my windows during every storm and I’ll undress you every time.” “Done and done.” All kidding aside, there was something the two of them needed to get clear. Jack tilted her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “I know you’re happy he’s here.” She smiled and reached up to stroke his hand. “I’m happy you’re here too, you know.” “And you want me to stay?” Jack almost hated to ask, but he wouldn’t stay where he wasn’t wanted. “The roads aren’t closed yet. I could go.” “Or you can stay.” Liv didn’t beg, but the look in her eyes told him she wanted him there. “With the two of us here, together, things could end badly.”

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Liv flashed him an enigmatic smile. “Or it could be a lot of fun. Try to be positive.” “Oh, I’m positive it’s going to end badly.” “Won’t you at least try to get to know him better?” Jack cocked a brow. “How much better are you hoping for?” “I don’t know.” Liv gave a nonchalant shrug. She lowered her head and returned to picking at his laces, finally pulling them loose. Somehow Jack didn’t believe her sudden offhanded manner. “I think you do.” “I just meant less homicidally.” Liv tilted her head to the side and frowned. “Is that a word?” “Not sure, but I get your drift. You want me to play nice.” “Exactly.” She pushed herself up on her knees and her hands rested lightly on his thighs. “And if I do…” “I’ll play nice with you.” Now that was a deal he couldn’t resist. “Fine…” The lights flickered for a moment before they flashed out for good, leaving the room bathed in darkness. Liv squeaked and jumped into his lap, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He could feel the warmth of her breath across his collarbone. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Jack pulled her in closer to him and smiled. “Let the games begin.”


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Chapter Two

The sudden darkness shouldn’t have surprised Greg. There was a storm raging outside. Nevertheless, he hadn’t been expecting it while in the shower. He’d just stepped under the spray and closed his eyes when a loud crash of thunder had him opening them back up right quick. It was only a second when a bright burst of lightning flashed outside the small window in the bathroom. Then just as suddenly as the bolt lit up the night sky, the electricity zapped and plunged the small room into darkness. He stood motionless for a moment, waiting to see if the lights would come back on, but after a few seconds he realized he was waiting in vain. He didn’t need light to shower, but he did need hot water, which wouldn’t last long if the electricity stayed out. So much for a long soak. With a muttered curse, he began to feel around for the shower gel. It only took a few clown-like slaps before he found it and the washcloth he’d placed on top of the bottle before the lights went out. With quick, deft strokes he washed up then rinsed off. He would have preferred to stay longer to warm up but he didn’t want to waste the hot water in case someone else wanted to shower. Well, not someone else. Greg wouldn’t have given a good goddamn if Jack caught cold and died, but he didn’t want to risk Olivia. Just as he was stepping out of the shower, Olivia, holding a lit candle in one hand, appeared in the bathroom doorway. The soft light surrounded her,


illuminating her beauty, and stirred his passion. She was a fine, wonderful woman and it vexed him he might lose her to a wanker like Jack. “I’m just in time,” Olivia said as she walked into the room. “I brought some light for you to dry off to.” Her thoughtfulness touched him and just went to drive home the point of how wonderful she was. Greg would never forgive himself for being such a fool and not tying her to him when he had the chance. “That was kind but unnecessary.” He took the candle from her and set it down on the sink. “I could have finished in the dark.” Smiling, Olivia walked around him to the commode and picked up the towel he had placed on the closed lid. “That might have been dangerous.” She brought the corner of the soft linen up to his chest and began to dry him. “You could have fallen and broken your neck.” Touched by her nurturing ways, he brought his hand up to her wrist and pressed it, towel and all, against his chest. Startled, she looked up at him, her full, round face so perfect, so beautiful, so ripe for kissing. Entranced by the siren in front of him, Greg began to lower his to mouth hers. But before he could make the badly needed contact, Jack’s voice called out from behind him. “Yes, breaking your neck would have been a pity.” Good lord, does he have nothing better to do than lurk about and listen to our conversation? Taking the towel from her hand, Greg turned and faced the doorway where Jack, newly dressed in jeans but nothing else, lounged as if he owned the place. “Your concern is touching.” Greg roughly ran the towel through his hair. “But as you can see, I made it out in one piece.”


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“Thank goodness.” Olivia placed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. Smiling, he looked over his shoulder at her and winked. At least someone besides himself was happy he was still in one piece. But of course Jack didn’t leave well enough alone. “Yes. Thank goodness.” For one whole second, Greg almost forgot the other man existed, then he had to go and open up his mouth again. Irked, Greg faced forward again and began to dry off. To his amusement, Jack stayed where he was, and if Jack was uncomfortable with Greg’s nudity, it didn’t show. Not even when Greg slowly rubbed the towel down his chest to his cock. “Plan on standing there while I towel off?” The other man looked thoughtful for a second as if he were seriously giving the simple sarcastic question some thought. “Liv does have the only lit candle, and in power outages like this it’s best we all stick together. Why?” Jack ran his gaze down Greg’s body. “I’m not bothering you, am I?” “No. Not all.” If the other man was trying to make him uncomfortable, Jack was going about it the wrong way. He had survived his teenage years at Eton. Everything after that was a cakewalk. Besides, when it came to the size of his manhood, he was more than confident he measured up. In the kitchen he’d been too chilled to think of undressing, but now it was more a point of pride. To cover up quickly would give the impression he was ashamed, or felt as if he lacked something in the cock department, but Greg had seen enough male nudity in locker room showers to know that was hardly the case. “You’re quite easy to overlook.” “Boys.” Olivia walked from behind him and placed herself in the middle. “Play nice.” “Yes. Ouch.” Jack mockingly placed his hand on his heart. “Be careful, Professor, words can wound.”

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Unfortunately for Greg, Jack’s wounds wouldn’t be fatal. “As much as I’m enjoying this quality time we’re all having, I left my clothes in the bedroom.” “Why don’t the two of you go ahead?” Jack offered. “I’m going to go get something from the living room.” “Don’t you need the candle?” Not that he cared much for the man’s safety. He just didn’t want to have to watch Olivia coddle him if something went amiss. “Nope.” Jack reached behind him and pulled out a large flashlight from his back pocket. “I’ve got this.” Greg narrowed his eyes at the man’s blatant bald-face lies. “I thought you said Olivia had the only lit candle.” “She does.” Jack waved the light from side to side. “This is a flashlight. Flashlight. Sheesh. To think they put you in charge of molding young minds.” With mock disgust, Jack headed down the hallway toward the living room, leaving Greg and Olivia alone at last. Greg shook his head. “I don’t get what you see in him.” “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said with a mysterious smile. Interest piqued, he wrapped the towel around his waist and picked up the candle. “Try me.” She looked at him over the flame and smiled. “He reminds me a lot of you. And you of him.” Startled, Greg jerked back so fast he caused the candle to flicker. “I’m nothing like him.” “Told you so,” she teased before disappearing into the hall. “You told me nothing, woman,” he said as he followed after her into the bedroom. “Nothing that makes sense. Mechanic Mike and I are nothing alike. Nothing.” Olivia shrugged. “It’s probably a girl thing. You’ll never understand.”


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“Understand what?” Jack asked as he entered the bedroom with an oversized duffle bag in his arms. Greg set the candle on the nightstand next to the side of the bed. “How the two of us are alike.” Just saying it aloud seemed wrong. “Ummm.” Jack set a bag on the bed. “We’re both men and we have dicks.” “Apparently there’s more.” Jack frowned. “Impossible.” Greg held his hand out in a sweeping gesture. “See, even he agrees.” “Neither of you have to see it.” Olivia climbed on the bed and folded her legs beneath her. “I do.” The storm must have her more out of sorts than he realized. Shaking his head, Greg picked up the sweatpants he’d laid over the bed and slipped them on. He didn’t bother with underwear. He just had to have the necessities to keep him dry and warm. He was about to do the same with his T-shirt when he spotted some of the items Jack was pulling from his own bag. “You came prepared.” “I was a Boy Scout.” “Of course you were.” “Our motto was ‘Be Prepared’. This is me being prepared. Two eight-hour, battery-run lanterns.” Jack promptly turned them on, bathing the room in much needed light. Olivia let out a pleased sound of joy as she took them from him and set them up, one on each nightstand. “I also have two propane lanterns. Candles. Matches. Lighters. Water, granola and energy bras, and the pièce de résistance— two decks of cards and a board game.” “Impressive,” Greg said as he pulled on his T-shirt. “A bit of overkill, but impressive just the same.” Jack left the bag open and set it on the floor. “And what did you bring to the little party?”

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“The only thing that mattered. Myself.” Greg leaned over and blew out the candle. When he was done he faced Jack again. “I came to here to be with Olivia, not set up a bunker for the second coming.” Jack smirked. “Those who can, do, and those who can’t, show up in a suit in the rain.” “You know,” Olivia’s sharp tone brought both men’s attention to her and from the displeased look on her face she wasn’t happy with either of them, “if the two of you keep this up, it’s just going to make the night longer.” The sudden sharp crack of thunder shook the rafters of the old house, and Olivia flinched and shuddered. “I can’t handle the two of you and the storm.” “Liv, darling.” Jack dropped his attitude and joined her on the bed, rubbing her arms. “It’s going to be long no matter what.” “Then why not play nice?” She sat back against the headboard and crossed her arms over her breasts, deftly putting herself out of Jack’s reach. “This is nice.” Finally, something Greg could agree with. “It could be worse.” He sat down next to her on her free side. “We could be wrestling.” Olivia’s eyes lit up with interest. “Would there be oil involved?” “No,” Greg immediately replied. She looked a little too fascinated for his peace of mind. “In that case then, don’t you dare,” she said with a little pout. “You know, if I had any sense I would make you both go home.” “Or one of us,” Greg eyed Jack warily. “Or both of you,” she reiterated, but her voice lacked any real heat. “Don’t. We’ll behave,” Jack insisted. “Besides, you know if you made us leave I would just worry about you being here by yourself. You don’t want to make me worry, do you?”


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“No, but…” Greg hated seeing her so upset. “But what, love?” “I don’t want to spend the night worrying about whether you guys are going to go at it.” After her oil comment, Greg felt the need for a little clarification. “Go at…it?” “I didn’t mean it that way.” Even with the dim light of the lanterns, Greg could tell she was blushing. “Good thing,” Jack said. “For a moment there I was worried I was going to have to do something drastic.” “Drastic.” Was that the best word the other man could come up with to describe the “hell no” situation she’d hinted at. “How about downright unthinkable?” “I don’t know.” Jack eyed him lazily. “If you lose the stubble I bet you’d be pretty enough.” “I happen to like the stubble.” Olivia smiled. “It’s very dashing.” “And I’m not pretty.” The matching looks of delight from Jack and Olivia caused him to frown. “What?” “It’s probably the accent.” “And the big blue eyes,” Jack added with a grin. “They are kind of dreamy.” For some reason, Greg felt more undressed than he had when he was actually standing unclothed before them. “This conversation has wandered into the absurd.” “Pretty is a compliment,” Olivia said. “No, it isn’t.” Especially coming from another man. Jacked rolled his eyes. “Come on, Big Ben. I was just teasing you. Don’t be the stereotype.” “What stereotype would that be?”

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“You know, English fuddy-duddy. Chill out. Relax, have a bit of fun.” Jack slipped his arm around Olivia’s shoulder and pulled her to him. “You never know, we all might be entertained tonight after all.” Somehow, Greg didn’t think his version of fun would coincide with Jack’s, but by the ease with which Olivia cuddled up next to the other man, Greg knew he better either step up his game or end up spending the night watching her other lover win her heart. “You know what, Jack, you’re right.” “I am?” “Yes. It’s time for a little fun.” Greg leaned forward to kiss her. When he pulled back he looked into Jack’s stormy eyes. “I’m feeling more relaxed already.” Olivia did her best to keep her surprise and excitement to a minimum. Greg was acting so un-Greg-like. In most respects he was pretty conservative, but because of this competition with Jack, he was throwing caution to the wind. And Olivia had to say she liked the idea a lot. Greg was smiling like the Cheshire Cat and Jack, for once, was looking as if he’d missed part of the play and was running to catch up. Olivia, on the other hand, wasn’t as afraid as she usually was. With both her men on the bed with her, she felt protected and safe. And loved. Now if only she could get them on better footing with each other, things would be perfect. “So, do you guys want to play cards or something?” “Sure.” Greg made himself comfortable on the bed. Lying on his side with his head facing the foot of the bed and his feet tucked in next to her. He rested his head on his hand. He truly appeared more at ease now than she could ever remember him being. “What game do you want to play?” “How about poker?” Jack tossed in.


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“Sounds good,” Olivia readily agreed. Jack had taught her the basics of the game and she had actually beaten him once or twice. “You can play poker, Professor?” Jack’s question held a hint of challenge. “Surprised?” “Frankly, yes.” Jack flashed her a smirking smile before returning his attention to Greg. “Poker isn’t really a gentleman’s game. I figured you more for Whist or maybe a Cribbage fellow.” “The things you know about me wouldn’t fill a thimble.” “To be fair, I didn’t know you played poker either.” Olivia ran her hand lovingly across his legs. “What more is there?” “Probably plenty. What do you want to know?” “I’m not sure.” At one time she would have said she knew everything there was to know about both her lovers. Maybe it was time for her to find out. “I have an idea, a special kind of card game. If you’re both up for it, that is.” “I’m up for anything you can throw my way,” Jack boasted. “Anything he can do I can do better,” Greg retorted. Olivia pressed her lips together for a moment, wondering just how far she should push things and then figured, “what the hell”. “We shuffle the deck, spread it out, face cards down and we each pick a card. The person who pulls the highest card gets to ask the question.” “Could be dangerous,” Greg said. “Count me in.” Jack hopped up from the bed and made his way to the duffle bag, where he withdrew a deck of cards. “You know what else we need?” “Drinks,” Olivia answered for him. Jack pointed the deck of cards at her and grinned. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

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“Professor,” Jack called out, garnishing Greg’s attention a second before he tossed the deck of cards at the other man. “Get these ready as I gather the rations.” Greg saluted. “Aye, aye, Boy Scout.” “Good man.” Jack grabbed his flashlight off the nightstand and headed out of the room. “This will be interesting,” Greg said as he opened the deck. “If you don’t want to play…” Although she was offering him an out, she hoped he didn’t take it. “Why are you trying to coddle me?” “I’m not.” Greg was a big boy who could more than take care of himself. “I disagree. You laugh and joke with him, and you put me in a category I’m uncomfortable being in. Like I need to be protected or something.” “I…I don’t do it on purpose.” “Don’t you think I can be bawdy? That I wouldn’t mind having a drink with you that isn’t the God awful port you keep around apparently just for me. I like beer, Olivia, I like salty nuts, football games on the telly, and occasionally I like sex rough and hard. These are the things I want you to know about me. And if playing this game will help you see I can be the,” he placed the cards down on the bed and made air quotes, “blue collar guy too, then I’m fine with it. I may not be able to fix cars, but I can fuck you on the boot of one with absolutely no hesitation. Him and me, we’re nothing alike. But there’s nothing he can give you I can’t.” “Greg…I don’t know how to respond to that.” His speech had left her dumbfounded. And he was right. She did put him in a different category than Jack. But he’d never complained before now, so hearing the words out of the blue had her fumbling for a response.


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“Think about it and know I’m not going to go easy on you. If I get the high card, I’ll ask you questions so I can figure out exactly what it is he’s giving you that you think I’m not. So I can learn to do it, and you can learn to do without him.” “It won’t be as easy as you assume. I care for Jack.” Just as much as she cared for Greg. Which was why her heart was breaking at the thought she might have to give one or both of them up. Greg snorted. “Why do you think I dislike him so much?” “But I care for you too.” Olivia wanted the words out there. She might be thinking them, but he needed to hear them as well. “I know.” Greg shook his head ruefully. “Why do you think he dislikes me so much?” “Have I really ruined things for all of us?” “No, what you’ve done though is make it impossible for either of us to take you for granted ever again.” Well that was something at least. “When you put it that way, I should be pleased.” “Pleased about what?” Jack asked as he entered the room with his arms loaded with goodies. Greg stood up, ever the gentleman. “Let me help you.” He took one of the grocery bags filled with beer and laid them out in a row on the dresser across from the bed. He snagged three bottles then made his way back to the bed. While he was busy, Olivia and Jack had opened a bag of chips and poured them into a bowl. “I’m going to have ants like crazy tomorrow if we don’t get this cleaned.” “When the lights come back on I’ll vacuum for you,” Jack promised. “Think they’ll be back on tonight?” she asked hopefully.

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“I don’t know,” Jack said. “But if not, I’m sure we can think of plenty of fun things to do in the dark.” Olivia smiled to herself. She didn’t doubt it for a second. “Have a beer.” Greg handed one each to Jack and Olivia before settling himself back on the bed. “And let’s get this party started.” Jack wiggled his eyebrows, picked up the deck and began shuffling. Suddenly Olivia wondered if she’d jumped in the deep end with no life jacket. No use worrying about something she initiated, however. Instead she was ready to embrace all the knowledge she was going to learn. “Enough shuffling. I think they’re thoroughly mixed.” Olivia snatched the cards from Jack’s hands and spread them facedown on the comforter. “Eager for the games to begin?” Jack joked. “You betcha.” Olivia grabbed up a card and held it to her chest without actually looking at it. At this point she’d made her pick and she wasn’t going to spend time worrying. Instead she watched intently as her two men picked their own cards. Greg glanced at the card and tossed it over, face up, revealing the ten of spades. There was no expression on his face, but somehow Olivia could feel the satisfaction radiating from him. She turned her attention to Jack. He picked a card and gave a chuckle as he flipped the card over to reveal the king of hearts. “Sorry, old man, I guess you lose.” Greg frowned. “Not necessarily. We still need to see our lady’s card.” Olivia could feel herself warm at Greg’s reference to her as “their” lady. That was her one fervent wish, although she couldn’t for the life of her see how it was possible. “Come on, Olivia, time to show your card.”


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She lowered the card to the bed, not looking at the small piece of cardboard, but instead trying to read the faces of the two men before her. In unison they both smiled and she knew. She had the lowest card. Shifting her gaze to the bed she saw the eight of clubs. “I guess you’re the winner.” Olivia smiled at Jack. Jack rubbed his hands together. “What to ask, what to ask. Hmmm…” The more he delayed, the more nervous she became. Initially she figured he’d be easier on her, especially after her conversation with Greg. But now, she was wondering if she completely misjudged both men. “How did you and the professor here meet?” After all his posturing, she’d been expecting something a bit more…intrusive. Nevertheless, she wasn’t going to complain. “He came in to the boutique where I work.” Jack looked at Greg and smirked. “Shopping for some lingerie for yourself?” Greg cleared his throat, displaying his obvious annoyance at Jack’s teasing. “Of course not.” “At the time,” Olivia interrupted before the bickering could get going, “I thought he was picking something up for someone he was seeing.” “And that wasn’t case?” “No,” Greg said. “I frequent the coffee shop next door to her store. She’d come in a few times when I was there. I was struck by her beauty and the way she was always smiling. I followed her back to the shop one day and introduced myself.” “I could tell he felt out of place there,” Olivia continued, getting into the spirit of things. “He was standing so stiff and trying so hard not to look too long at anything.” “I didn’t want you to think I was a pervert.”

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“Heaven forbid,” she teased. “Anyway, we talked for a bit and he asked me for my number. I figured since he was brave enough to come into the shop, the least I could do was be brave enough to give it to him. The rest is history.” “Satisfied?” Greg asked with a sneer. “Hardly, but it is interesting information.” Jack didn’t say anything further. Instead he gathered the cards and shuffled before spreading them out on the bed for the next round. All three picked a card and this time Olivia won. Although she wanted to find out more about both men, she was suddenly shy to ask any questions. And she wasn’t sure which one she should query first. She didn’t want her pick to think he was more important than the other man to her. It didn’t seem as if having the highest card was much of a winner anymore. “What first attracted you to me?” The two men looked at each other and then both turned their attention to her. Neither spoke, however. Her attempt to be deliberately evasive wasn’t working too well. “It’s something I want to know from each of you.” “Not how the game is played, my love. You set the rules, one question by the winner. You have to choose which one of us you want to answer.” Greg’s damn logic and insistence of playing by the rules had her annoyed. She deliberately turned toward Jack. “Okay, I pick you. To answer the question,” she clarified. “That’s easy. You’re beautiful, confident, self-assured, and of course, you said yes. How could I not want you?” Olivia flushed at all the compliments. She cut her gaze over to Greg and saw he wasn’t looking too pleased. Keeping both her men happy was always a balancing act, but even more so when they were in the same room with each other.


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“If you two are done with the mutual love-fest…” “Don’t be mad.” Olivia laid her hand on Greg’s arm and gave a slight squeeze. “It’s going to be a long night. There will be plenty of time for you.” “Oh, don’t worry. I plan to ensure there is.” Greg flipped over the three cards they’d used and instead of shuffling, swirled them around right on the comforter, mixing them thoroughly. He released a long-suffering sigh when Jack won the next flip as well. “I guess I’m Mr. Lucky tonight.” “Don’t count on it,” Greg muttered under his breath. “Hush.” Olivia shot him her best “you better mind your manners” frown, but he didn’t much look like he cared. “What’s your question, Jack?” “Okay, the last time Greggie and you fucked, how many times did he make come?” Before she even thought about it, she popped out, “Do you mean during intercourse, or before and after?” Greg gave a harsh bark of laughter. “Not exactly the answer you were expecting, huh?” “Actually, sounds to me as if you couldn’t close the deal while you were inside her. Maybe even that you came before she did,” Jack pointed out. Olivia immediately jumped to Greg’s defense. “He didn’t. I came during sex.” Jack leaned forward, invading her personal space. “How many times is the question? Tell the truth, Liv, did he make you scream or was it just a tiny bitty one that barely counts?” Oh my God. The image he painted in her mind had her flushed and restless. Hell’s bells, if she were alone right now her hand would probably be down her

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pants at this very moment. Instead she was sitting there blinking and gasping for breath, wondering if she dared to answer him. “Tell him, baby.” Greg’s voice was in her ear. “Tell us both about how hard and long you came on my cock.” Olivia swallowed hard and closed her eyes before she spoke. “I didn’t scream, I couldn’t. It was so long and hard, I don’t know how long, all I know is that I was boneless after.” The feel of a hard knuckle brushing over her hard-tipped nipples had her eyelids flashing open. “I think you like talking dirty,” Greg observed with a smirk. “I…uh…” Olivia’s gaze slashed to Jack and she was surprised by the look in his eyes. Instead of the expected jealousy, desire and need was reflected there. “In this instance I have to agree, Professor. Olivia likes to get down and dirty, don’t you, Liv?” She licked her lips and nodded. “I’ll file that away in my mental database. But now it’s time for round four.” Greg’s quick change had her reeling. Jack sat back while Greg mixed up the cards again. “Pick your cards.” Olivia waited this time and allowed the two men to pick first. Jack didn’t even look at his card, just flipped over the one closest to him. The five of clubs had her breathing a sigh of relief. She had a better than fifty percent chance of picking a higher card. Greg took the card right in the middle of the pile, looked at it and shrugged. “At least I beat the grease monkey,” he said as he revealed the seven of diamonds. Olivia confidentially picked her card, once again flipping it over without looking at the card, judging the looks on their faces to figure out how she did.


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But instead of the disappointment she’d hoped for, they both began to smile. The three of diamonds winked back at her mockingly. “Not again,” she wailed. “No, you have to answer my question this time.” Instead of Jack’s glee, Greg seemed almost disinterested. He rubbed his index finger over his chin as if in deep thought. “Tell me about the one thing Jack does in bed that just drives you wild.” Olivia’s tongue felt as if it were stuck to the roof of her mouth. These guys were giving her no quarter, and what had originally been her method to learn more about them had been turned on its head. “What makes you think it’s just one thing?” Jack asked. “Actually I’m hoping you at least have one thing. If you don’t, I worry about you.” Jack snorted. “I’ve got nothing to be concerned about, no need to worry about me.” “Jack is great in bed…” “Hear that?” Jack smiled. “I’m great.” “But,” Olivia held up her hand to halt any further interruptions from the peanut gallery, “so are you. You’re both equally great in bed. I just wanted to get that out in the clear.” “That wasn’t the question, my love,” Greg reminded her. “I know.” Olivia was going to have such a head rush from all the blood pooling in her cheeks. “I’m working up to it.” “Feeling shy?” Jack teasingly asked. “A bit.” Were they serious? “Because I’m not sure there is an etiquette book out there that tells the proper way to talk about one lover to the other.” “We don’t need etiquette. Just honesty. What does he do that you like?”

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Olivia held Greg’s gaze. She wanted him to really hear what she was saying about him and about Jack. “Just so you know, I honestly to the core of me don’t feel like one of you is a better lover than other. Our sex lives aren’t similar. There are things you like to do I’ve never tried with Jack, and there are things Jack likes to do I’ve never tried with you.” “You’re stalling,” Greg pointed out. “I’m not… Okay,” Olivia took a deep breath to calm her racing nerves, before she continued, “Jack has an oral fixation.” Greg eyes widened, but it was the only sign her words might have shocked. “Oral fixation.” “She means eating pussy.” “I know what she means.” Greg took a sip of his beer while eyeing Olivia, who felt like the biggest whore in all the land, which was really weird. “And you like the way he does it.” Olivia didn’t feel slutty for having her lovers meet each other and discuss their sex lives with her. The part making her uncomfortable was the fact Greg now saw her in a different light. And that wasn’t what she wanted. Not at all. “Yes, not to say you’re not good at it, because you are. You’ve lost some hair yourself from me tugging so hard. I’m just saying, Jack really enjoys doing it, and his enthusiasm can be catchy.” “Okay then.” Greg set the bottle down on the nightstand closest to him and picked up the cards. He shuffled quickly then laid them out again. “You know what to do,” he said, before reaching over and grabbing a card. Like last time he wasted no time flipping it over. This time it was the jack of hearts he pulled. “That should have been my card,” the other man grumbled good-naturedly as he turned over his own card.


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To Olivia’s amusement it was the two of clubs. “Hmmm, Jack beat by a jack, that’s going to leave a mark,” she teased over her beaus’ grumbles. “Poetic, isn’t it?” Greg grinned. “I don’t even feel the need to pull a card after that.” A nice little bonus for her. “Don’t. I have a great question for Mechanic Mike.” Jack arched an eyebrow. “You want to know what Olivia does in bed that drives me wild?” “Not at all. I have another question all picked out for you.” “Aww.” Olivia felt a moment of disappointment. She’d been boosting their egos all night. It would have been nice to hear how she rocked their world as well. “Don’t worry, love.” Greg patted her leg. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to get juicy stuff out of him. But for now, he’s mine.” Jack didn’t like the sound of that at all. He’d been having a great time raking Greg over the coals and being an all-around annoying prick to the other man. He wasn’t looking forward to karma paying him a visit. Although he was a little hesitant about what the professor had in store for him, he just smiled and never let it show. “Hit me with it. What secret do you want to know about moi?” “How long have you known you were bisexual?” Jack’s mouth dropped open and he stared in stunned disbelief. Bi. Bisexual. Him. Oh no, never that. “For, ummm, about never.” Greg pointed his beer at Jack. “You’re supposed to answer truthfully. Tell him, Olivia.” “Well, you are, but I think he’s telling the truth.” She frowned and looked over at him, silently studying him with her eyes. “I mean, you’re not, are you?” She had to ask? “Hell no.”

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“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” Liv said quickly, as if she were afraid of hurting his feelings if it wasn’t true. “I mean, you like who you like.” “And I like pussy. Just pussy. Well, occasionally ass, but only if it’s neighbor to a pussy.” Greg’s lips twitched as if he were having a hard time holding back a laugh. “I’m…” he cleared his throat before continuing, “…surprised to hear you say that.” Jack frowned. “Why?” “It might have something to do with the way you were checking me out in the bathroom while I was undressed.” “I wasn’t.” Jack did not like the direction this conversation was going. Not one stinky bit. “And you called me pretty.” “But that was…” “And,” Greg cut him off mid-explanation, “you stood there in the hallway claiming the lack of light was preventing you from leaving, even though the truth was you wanted to stay, didn’t you?” “Yes, but not to look at your junk.” “Then why?” What the fuck did this guy teach? Debate? “Because I was being a shit. And I was just trying to make you uncomfortable enough to leave.” “Jack.” Liv slapped his arm. “That’s not nice.” “No. Not nice at all.” Greg raised the bottle to his lips, but instead of drinking, he smiled behind the bottle, obviously enjoying Liv giving Jack a little hell. “If you’d have thought of it first, you would have acted the same way.” “No, nothing would have made me stare at another man nude.”


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“So, what, you’re a homophobe?” Jack asked, trying to turn the cards back on Greg and get the focus off himself. “Why, does it bother your gay side that I might be?” “I’m not gay or bi or hetero-flexible.” “Right.” Greg’s tone belied his words. Liv slipped her middle finger and her thumb in her mouth and let out an earpiercing whistle so loud it rivaled the storm outside. “Okay. Guess what, I’m not having fun anymore. Is this cock fighting going to continue all night? Because honestly, it’s getting old.” “Probably,” they both admitted at the same time. “Then let’s figure out a way to turn those frowns upside down. There’s got to be a plus to both of you being here. I can’t believe it’s just a coincidence.” Jack usually loved her unbridled enthusiasm, but he believed there was another explanation for both men to be there tonight. “Maybe the reason is for you to finally decide.” Liv’s brows drew together. “I don’t like that reason.” “Because you don’t want to pick,” Greg noted. “No, I don’t. I like things like they are. For me, you guys are half of a whole. And in a perfect world…” Her words trailed off and she looked away, but not before he saw the telltale rose tint of her cheeks. “What? Tell us.” Jack reluctantly included Greg, discerning without having to ask that the other man would want to know what Liv was trying to tell them. “In a perfect world we’d all be free to do what we want.” “And what is it you want?” Jack continued to prod her. “I want to see you both.” “We’re already doing that,” Greg reminded her. “No, you don’t understand.”

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Jack could tell this was difficult for her, but he wanted her to see it to the end. “Explain it to us, Liv. What do you mean by see us both?” “I know it’s unthinkable, selfish and more than a little twisted, but I like having you both here, even if you’re snapping at each other. I still enjoy having the two of you around. And it’s sort of had me thinking. Why does it just have to be when I’m stressed out? Why can’t we date, like this,” she gestured between the three of them, “all the time?” “Because we can’t,” Greg replied insistently. “Why not?” The look of determination in her gaze made Jack nervous. “What exactly are you thinking?” “You guys have met now. Why can’t the three of us hang out? I’m not suggesting sex. I’m talking about doing date stuff. But with all three of us.” “I don’t want to date him.” Jack spoke slowly, to make his point as clear as possible. No matter what strange thoughts Greg might have put in her head, he wasn’t interested in the other man in any way, shape, or form. “You’re not, you’re dating me.” “Then why does he have to be there?” “Because when it’s just me, we have a blast.” She smiled. “We have so much fun together. You don’t take things too seriously, you’re not afraid to take what you want. You’re almost perfect.” Jack’s heart was heavy as he asked the question. “Almost?” “Yes.” Liv looked over at Greg. “That’s where Greg’s side comes in. I have a great time with him. We can talk about anything. He’s spontaneous but grounded. He’s wicked smart, funny in a dry sort of way, and he makes me feel great about me. But our relationship isn’t perfect either.”


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“Why not?” Jack needed to hear something bad about the other guy after the litany of compliments. “Because separately you guys are breathtaking, but together you’re like the damn Fourth of July.” Jack arched a brow. “What, we’re loud, crowded, and have a faint aroma of hot dogs surrounding us?” “No.” She laughed. “Together you both make my life light up. And I think I want that all the time. Fireworks.” “I think you’ve lost your mind,” Greg said after a few seconds of strained silence. Jack felt the exact same way, but he was smart enough to keep his opinion to himself until he figured out the best way to handle the newly bedlam-headed woman in front of him. “Why?” The sincerity in her voice baffled him. Could she really not see the bad parts of her suggestions? “Because let’s say the three of us go out. Whose date are you? Will we alternate? Will I have to watch you hold his hand one night while we see a movie then have him watch you hold mine at dinner the next night? Trade off, like on shifts?” “Of course not. I know you guys have lives. See other people.” “Actually, I’m not seeing anyone else,” Jack said. “You’re not?” Liv cocked her head in confusion. “But why?” “Because I realize I have what I want. You.” “Isn’t this just bloody impressive.” Greg rose to his feet. His agitation radiated off him like flames. “Now I suppose you’re going to tell me you’re such a good champ you’ll be willing to let her still see me, just to show her how much better than me you are.”

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That was the furthest thing he was going to suggest. “Actually, that wasn’t my plan at all.” “It wasn’t?” Liv asked before Greg had the chance. “No. My plan was to find out if Greg was willing to give up his other dates as I have.” Jack presented the challenge and was looking forward to watching Greg squirm. “Well, are you?” “Of late there haven’t been other dates.” That couldn’t be true. “What about tonight?” Liv reminded him. “You were with another lady.” “That was a work thing and remember, I only took her because I thought you didn’t want to go. Now that you’ve said you’re willing to go, I have no need to see her, or any other woman, again.” Instead of being pleased that her dueling suitors were being completely faithful, Liv seemed enraged. “So basically, the two men I got into an open relationship with, have both now declared they no longer want to be in an open relationship.” “I can’t speak for the professor, but I don’t want to see other people. I only want to see you.” “I feel the same way,” Greg jumped in with his own assertion. “Which means what?” Liv crossed her arms over her breasts. “It means, my dear, that you have a decision to make.” Liv shook her head. “Oh no. You’re not putting this back on me.” “Fine. I’ll gladly make it for you.” Greg turned toward him “Go away, Jack.” “Not on your life.” Leaning forward, Jack took her chin and turned her head so she was looking solely at him. “See, honey, it doesn’t really work well when we make the call. That’s why this is your call.”


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Liv pulled back, breaking his hold on her. “I don’t want to choose. I want to see you both. If you guys don’t want to do the joint dating thing, fine, but I see no reason we can’t just continue on as we have before.” “You really think that’s going to work?” Jack was amazed at her naïveté. “It has been.” Jack shook his head. “That was before we met each other.” “So what’s happened in the last two hours that’s made any difference?” Jack looked over at Greg who was staring at him. He didn’t need to hear the other man’s answer. Instinctively he knew they both felt the same so he had no problem with saying it. “We’ve met.” “And…” She dragged out the word, obviously not seeing the importance of what he just said. “In our own way we’ve spent the little time we’ve had here tonight sizing each other up.” Her gaze was blank and clueless. “So…” “I don’t like him.” Jack looked over at Greg. “No offense meant.” “None taken,” Greg turned his attention to Liv. “Because I feel the exact same way.” “That’s not fair though,” she complained. “You haven’t even given it a real shot.” “We don’t need to,” Greg said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure he’s a good enough bloke, possibly too good. Which is the exact reason he has to go.” “Exactly.” Jack nodded in full agreement. “He’s a likeable guy. I have to hate him. I don’t want to, but it’s a done deal.” “Precisely.” Greg nodded. “That doesn’t make any sense. Can you honestly say if there had been a different guy, someone not Greg, that you, Jack, would have liked him more?”

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“Not sure I would have liked him more, but I don’t think he would have been as threatening.” Liv quickly swung her gaze to Greg and frowned. “You threatened him.” Annoyance flickered across his face. “No. Don’t be ridiculous.” “That’s not what I mean, honey.” It did amuse Jack to no end though that she was going to jump to his defense. “What I mean by threaten, is I feel like I could lose you to him. He’s not just a fuck to you.” “Neither are you.” “We know. Which is why you’re going to have to pick,” Greg said in a firm, no-nonsense tone. “And it would be nice if you did it sooner rather than later.” “You guys picked a hell of a time to spring this on me. I’m already stressed out because of the storm. I don’t need to worry about this too.” “What’s there to worry about? Just pick,” Jack said. “Whoever you don’t choose will take it like a man and leave.” “I promise you,” she said through clenched teeth, “if you guys try to make me pick, neither will like who I choose.” Her cold words took Jack back. “Neither of us?” Was she seeing someone else he didn’t know about? “What does that even mean?” “It means it seems as if I only have three options here. Behind door number one,” she pointed at Greg, “is my sophisticated, charming, sexy-as-hell lover. Behind door number two is,” she pointed at Jack, “my funny, sweet, irresistible lover. Then there’s door number three.” “Who’s behind door number three?” She better say no one, Jack thought, or there was going to be hell to pay. “I am. And if the two of you leave me no other choice, then I’m going to pick me.”


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What the hell? “Is that allowed?” It didn’t seem fair at all to Jack. “My house, my rules. And right now, I want to be alone.” “You want us to leave?” Greg questioned. “The bedroom. Not the house. I might be mad but I’m still a big-ass chicken. I simply want some space and a little time to think.” Jack didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone at all. Time to think was probably the last thing she needed. It would just give her more opportunity to find reasons she shouldn’t date either of them. And while he could get on board with her breaking up with Greg, Jack knew his heart would shatter if she didn’t want to see him any longer. Nevertheless, he knew her well enough to realize she was serious and not going to budge on this. “Fine. We’ll give you some space, but not much.” Jack stood and made his way to the foot of the bed. He leaned over and pulled out a propane lantern from his bag and the other deck of cards. After lighting it, he stuffed the cards in his pocket then grabbed a few beers for the road. “But I warn you now, and I think I can even speak for the professor on this one, if you truly believe either one of us will walk out of the relationship as easily as you’re suggesting, you’re dead-ass wrong.” Jack looked over at Greg, who was wearing a frown as fierce as the one Jack knew was spread across his own face. “Am I right?” “Too bloody right you are.” Greg pulled Liv into his arms and kissed her roughly before releasing her and allowing her to sink back onto the bed. “Take your twenty minutes and use it well.” “Twenty minutes,” she gasped. “I’ll take longer than that if I want.” “Take your twenty minutes,” Greg said again, “and work through your anger, but know as soon as your time is up, we’ll be back in here to work on what you have behind door number three.”

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Jack couldn’t have said it better if he tried. “I promise you this, Liv. If you think either of us could ever walk away from you without a fight, be it with each other or with you, you have another think coming. You might be his woman, but you’re my woman too, and I’m not letting you go. No matter what.” Without giving her a chance to reply, he turned and walked from the room, with Greg hot on his trail. As soon as they cleared her threshold, Jack pulled the door closed behind him then made himself comfortable on the floor with his back against the door. He placed the lantern in front of him, pulled the cards from his pocket and began to shuffle. When they were well mixed he looked up at Greg, who was still staring at the door with a frown. “Twenty minutes in the doghouse is going to seem like an eternity.” “Not with these.” Jack waggled the cards in his hand. “Five Card Draw or Texas Hold ’em?” “Five Card.” Greg eased down on the floor in front of Jack. “High card deals.” “Sounds good.” Jack set the deck down in front of him. “Pick first.” Jack waited his turn to do the same, and by the time Greg was passing out his cards, an amusing thought flashed through his head. Yes, he was in the doghouse, but he wasn’t the only one. There was someone else to shoulder the blame and the apology. Maybe there was something to this shared relationship idea after all.


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Chapter Three

This wasn’t the way Greg imagined he’d be spending his evening. Sure, he thought the storm would wage World War Three outside. He figured there would be soft light from either candles or lanterns, and he knew Olivia and he would have to find ways to entertain themselves until the storm ended, possibly even playing a game or two of cards. But in no way did he think he would be doing all of that while sitting in the hallway across from his girlfriend’s boyfriend while she pouted just a few feet away from them. Greg had gone on his share of bad dates before, but this handsdown topped the cake. Turning his attention back to the cards Jack dealt in front of him, Greg quickly assessed his hand and discarded two cards. Although the storm roared outside, the inside of the house remained silent. Greg worried about Olivia being by herself on the other side of the door. He glanced at his watch and grimaced as he realized only five minutes had passed. Jack finally picked three cards and grunted as he looked at his cards. “You know what?” “Hmm,” Greg grunted, barely paying attention to the other man. He was more concerned about getting through the next fifteen minutes. “We don’t have any chips.” Greg flipped over his cards. “No matter. I’ve won unless you can beat a full house.”


“Nope.” Jack didn’t even bother showing his cards and just tossed them down on the pile. “Another round of pointless poker?” Greg shrugged and picked up the deck. Might as well. It wasn’t as if they had anything better to do while slumming in the doghouse. “You do realize I blame you for this?” “The feeling, I assure you, is mutual.” Jack took a swig of his beer before setting it back down on the floor. “The only difference, of course, is I know for a fact this is your fault.” Greg set the cards down. “The game can wait. I have to hear this.” “If you hadn’t left her on the market, she never would have met me.” Greg nodded in agreement. When Jack was right, he was right. “On that I can agree, but if you were a true gentleman you never would have pursued a woman already in a relationship, open or not.” “The problem is, I don’t consider myself a gentleman. Neither does Liv, which is why our sex life is better than yours. She doesn’t have to be a lady with me in bed. She’s free to be as wild and wanton as she desires. And she loves it.” “I’m obviously doing something in bed she enjoys or she would have left me the second you entered the picture,” Greg pointed out proudly. “Don’t assume just because you eat good pussy you’re the better lover. Note she didn’t say your fucking skills were better. Just your licking ones. You’re a mouthy little bastard, so it doesn’t surprise me.” “You know, it’s a pity she never did say what it was she likes best about being in bed with you. I’m willing to bet it was because she couldn’t think of anything.” “Or maybe it’s because she wasn’t asked.” “Sure,” Jack said sarcastically. “That has to be it.” “Besides, I have an idea of what she would have said.”


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“Like what?” Greg flashed Jack a sly smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” “Yes, I would.” Jack’s insistence gave Greg an idea. “How badly?” “I’m not willing to cut off a finger for the information, but my interest is piqued. Frankly, I don’t really see you as a very sexual person. Maybe it’s the accent, or the tweed jacket I’m sure you own. Whatever it is, when I look at you, I don’t see someone who knows how to bring it.” “Bring it?” “Yes. Your ‘A’ game in the sack,” Jack explained, as if he were talking to an idiot. “I bet you fuck in the dark, missionary position even.” “You’d lose that bet all the way around.” Amused, Greg shook his head. “I’m not so sure about that.” Greg couldn’t believe Jack’s gall. “You really think you’re the better lover?” “I don’t think it. I know it.” “Why not put it to a test?” “What, some kind of fuck-a-thon?” Greg frowned at the crassness. “I wouldn’t put it exactly like that.” “Yeah, I bet you wouldn’t. Too low class for someone like you, I suppose.” Greg controlled himself from responding to the other man’s obvious baiting. It wasn’t worth the breath. Instead he concentrated on what was important— Olivia. “Look, she’s fucked you, she’s fucked me. Up to this point she hasn’t figured out the smart move would be to dump your ass. So maybe we need to do something different.” Jack tilted his head as if he couldn’t believe what Greg was suggesting. “You think she needs to fuck both of us and she’ll finally be able to figure out which one of us she wants to date?”

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Greg wished it were so easy. “No, I think after fucking us she’ll remember why she doesn’t want to pick door number three. The first two doors come with love and passion, the third leads to loneliness.” “So I’m right. You are suggesting we,” Jack gestured between the two of them, “as a duo, make love to her at the same time.” “Yes.” Greg hated to believe he was agreeing to this, let alone suggesting it, but he was desperate. “But not for those reasons.” “Then why? Because I have to tell you, Professor, what you’re suggesting is pretty drastic. I think they might even kick you off the island for that.” “Sex is the easy part. Our relationship is the part that needs the most work.” “I suppose you have an idea how we should do that, Professor?” “Actually, I do.” “Okay, then. Let’s hear it.” Greg paused for a minute to see if Jack was being sarcastic, but he could only see sincerity in the other man’s eyes. “You love her, don’t you?” “Of course, don’t you?” “Yes, very much.” Enough to propose this crazy idea he had rattling around in his brain. “And you have as much intention of ending things with her as I do.” “Even less.” “Which leaves us where?” Jack asked with a heavy sigh. “What if I were to tell you the best thing we could do for her is to end things and let her find one normal guy to be with?” Greg wanted to see if the other man was as reluctant for that circumstance as he was. “Then I’d tell you you’re not as smart as I think you are, Professor.” Jack quirked his lips into a half smile. “But you’re not going to tell me that, are you?”


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“No. I’m not.” Instead Greg spent the next fifteen minutes discussing every issue he had with her dating them both, as did Jack, who had concerns of his own. By the time the two men had finished their conversation, they’d come to an understanding, an agreement and a plan. With a heavy sigh, Jack leaned back against the doorjamb. “How do you think she’ll handle the suggestion?” Greg thought back over the evening and some of the telltale signs Olivia had shown and smiled. “I think she’d welcome it. After all, she’s a very dirty little girl.” More than Greg had even realized, but he was finding out he really had no problem with the knowledge. Jack chuckled at Greg’s description. “Of course the real question is, if we can barely stomach the idea of the two of us each dating her, how are we going to be able to handle watching the other make love to her?” “I’d rather watch her make love to you, while I’m making love to her as well, than watch her walk out of my life. Besides, I’m more than sure that given enough time, she’ll see through you and want to end things. I’ll just bide my time until then.” Jack snorted. “You’ll be waiting a long time, possibly an eternity.” “I’m patient,” Greg insisted. Now that he had finally realized just what he might be losing, Greg knew he would fight until the end to win her. “You’re stubborn.” Greg nodded. “It’s a slippery slope to walk.” Just then the alarm on Greg’s wristwatch went off. He turned it off and smiled. “Her twenty minutes are up. Time to make up then out.” Jack scooped the cards back together then rose to his feet as Greg did the same. “You never did say what move of yours you think she likes the most.” “As soon as I get her naked, I’ll do more than tell you. I’ll show you.”

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It had felt like only a few minutes had passed when the bedroom door opened and Jack and Greg walked back through. Olivia sat up and pushed the covers down to her waist. Before they’d come in she’d been huddled under the blankets like a big ’fraidy cat, wishing she hadn’t kicked them out, but knowing she needed the space. Now that they were back in the room, she felt better, but still angry. Her time alone hadn’t been very productive, and the storm had only gotten worse outside. Even though she knew it made it look as if she was pouting, she crossed her arms over her generous breasts and shot a glare at both of them. She was pleased to see them, but she wasn’t ready to let them just mosey their way back in with her, especially after trying to boss her around. Olivia wasn’t sure whom they thought they were dealing with, but it sure as hell wasn’t her. Never before had she allowed a man to make decisions for her. And she wasn’t going to start now. Yes, what she wanted was somewhat out of the ordinary, but their entire relationship wasn’t really run of the mill. It had suited the men just fine when they were calling the play, but now the shoe was on the other foot and they were hemming and hawing around. And that wasn’t going to work for her. Not now. Not ever. She had to stand strong in her convictions. If they weren’t willing to compromise, well, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. She loved them both, but she was no one’s doormat. “It hasn’t really been twenty minutes,” she insisted with as much conviction she could muster. Greg glanced down at his watch then back to her. “Actually, it has. Any decision yet?” Olivia decided to change her tactics. “I don’t have to have a decision ready because I never agreed to that twenty-minutes time limit. That was all you.”


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“You know, Liv, I agree with him on this one.” Jack shrugged and flashed her a “whatcha gonna do about it” smile. “If we didn’t give you a deadline, you’d keep us both on a string, trying to hang on to things the way they are.” “I still don’t see what’s wrong with that.” Olivia didn’t know why they couldn’t understand how they were asking her to pull out her heart and split it down the middle. It would kill her to pick and choose between them. “The professor here had an idea.” Jack seemed reluctant somehow to even bring it up. “You ought to listen to his proposal.” Olivia turned toward Greg to hear this pitch. “Well, this should be good.” The two men looked at each other and there was some sort of silent communication between them. She had to suppress the smile that threatened. As different as they were, there was something alike about the two as well. Both were dominant and self-assured, and treated her so well. “Such a stubborn vixen.” Greg took a seat on the side of the bed. Jack laughed. “To the bitter end.” “Very end.” “Really?” Olivia looked from one man to the other. Somehow during her twenty minutes of time alone her two men had come to some kind of understanding. She just hoped it was one she was agreeable to as well. “You guys are a comedy duo now?” “No, just the two men you love,” Jack replied with a touch of arrogant pride. Olivia snorted but held her tongue. There was no point in denying the truth. “While you were in here thinking, Jack and I were busy talking. We realize what we’re asking of you may not be entirely fair.” “May not?” There was still doubt in their minds?

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“But,” Greg continued as if she hadn’t interrupted him, “we both agree out of the choices you mentioned, the worse one by far is door number three. No one wins with that. Not us and not you.” “It’s not a competition. I’m not a prize.” “Oh, I have to jump in here,” Jack piped in. “Because I disagree wholeheartedly. You are most assuredly a prize. We’ve both been very lucky to have you as part of our lives, and that’s the way we want to keep it.” “Hearing that doesn’t make it any easier to pick between the two of you. I love you both.” “And we love you.” Greg took a deep breath. “And we’re not going to ask you to choose.” “Are you both breaking up with me then?” Had she possibly ruined the best two things in her life? “Far from it,” Jack rushed to reassure her. “Then what’s going on here?” “You’re getting what you want.” Greg looked to Jack then back to her. “Both of us.” Over the course of her lifetime, Olivia had learned the hard way when things looked too good to be true, it was because they were. Intrigued at the prospect of having her heart’s desire, she moved until she was sitting on the side of the bed next to Greg, with her feet on the floor. Gathering her courage, she forged ahead. “What exactly does getting both of you entail?” “Dates at the same time,” Jack replied. “But,” Greg held up his finger, “I still want alone time with just you and vice versa, right, Jack?”


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“Yes.” Jack nodded. “We can do group outings or innings, whatever it is you want, as long as you still make time for our relationships as a separate entity as well.” It was more than she had hoped for. “I can live with that.” “Also, if you’re going to continue to see other people, then the option is out there for us to as well. Although neither of us plan on dating anyone else, it’s only fair if you’re going to see me, then it’s only right Jack doesn’t stay home alone if he doesn’t want to.” “Thanks, buddy. Your concern is overwhelming.” “It’s fair.” Sucky, but fair. Olivia didn’t want them to see other people, but until she was ready to make a choice, she couldn’t expect them to do something she wasn’t prepared to do. “Anything else?” “Just one.” Greg took her hands in his. “Question for you, that is.” “Okay.” She steeled herself for what was to come. “Ask.” “You said you wanted to date us both at the same time, is that right?” Olivia swallowed hard. “Yes, it is.” “Is that all you want to do with us at the same time?” Greg asked. “I…” Olivia could feel the flush rush up her body. There wasn’t a night that went by she didn’t fantasize about having her two men make love to her at the same time, but dreaming about something and actually going through with it were two different things. “Be honest, Liv.” Jack went to his knees in front of her. “And all things are possible.” Olivia licked her dry lips as she looked down at him. His position brought forth all sort of naughty images to mind. “All…things?” “All things,” Greg repeated. “What do you want?” “The two of you.” That had never changed.

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Jack quirked an eyebrow. “To do what?” “Me?” She didn’t think she could make it any more simple than that. “Do you think you can handle it?” Greg asked. They were offering her the chance of a lifetime. And she trusted them. They would both do their damnedest to make it the best possible experience for her. In fact, even though she kept warning them it wasn’t a competition, in this case it might just work out to her benefit. She licked her lips and flashed Greg a big smile and then turned to include Jack in her answer. “I’d really like the opportunity to find out.” “Then for tonight your wish is our command.” Jack returned her smile and Olivia took a deep breath as she prepared for what was going to come next. “Tonight…only?” The two men glanced at each other then back at her. “Tonight with a clause,” Jack said carefully. “What sort of clause?” “The one that states if we don’t kill each other, are able to function sexually with the other in the room, and have the understanding this isn’t the way we want it to be all the time. Then we might,” Greg paused and glanced over at Jack before continuing, “be willing to do it another time in the near future.” “You’re worried about not being able to function?” Greg held her gaze. “I’m worried about a lot of things. At the top of that list is losing you.” “This isn’t a do-or-die thing.” She wanted to make sure that was clear. “I don’t expect you guys to do this in order to stay with me. I just don’t want you to try to make me choose.” “We know it’s not what you expect,” Greg said, reassuring her. “But it’s what you would like,” Jack questioned. “Isn’t it?”


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“Possibly,” she hedged. “Then why not just say yes?” Jack asked. “Because I worry about the outcome if things go bad.” “Really?” Greg’s mouth twisted in a half smile. “I’m more worried things might go good.” Jack laughed. “Right.” “How about we all try not to worry at all?” “That’s probably for the best.” She’d hate for either of them to think too long and hard about it and decide to rescind the offer altogether. “So does this mean I’m in charge?” She certainly liked the idea of having the two men at her beck and call. Of course with these two she wasn’t sure how long that would last. “Is that what you want?” Before she could respond, Greg repositioned himself on the bed, moving so he was behind her, with her back to his front and his legs on either side of her. The new position put her in the vee between his legs and pressed his erection against her back. “Or would you prefer to have us pleasure you to our, and your, heart’s content?” Well damn, that had its possibilities too. “Is that an option?” She leaned back against him. “Most assuredly.” Jack took one of her hands in his. “Your pleasure, after all, is the end goal.” “Surely not mine alone.” “Oh, I’m more than positive you won’t be alone.” Jack lifted their joined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. He pressed his tongue against her warm skin in what she could only hope was a promise of what was to come. When he pulled back, her gaze locked on his. The desire in his eyes was reflected in the need that coursed throughout her. “How it works isn’t so important. If it feels good, feels right, we’re enjoying ourselves, then that’s all that matters.”

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It all sounded good to her. And the sensations were just as tempting. The soft brush of Greg’s hand over her nape as he pulled her hair to the side and settled his lips close to her ear. “I want you to touch him.” Greg’s words, in that oh-so proper British accent, telling her to do something so dirty, had her pussy clench with pleasure. Olivia didn’t wait to ask if he was serious, she took him at his word. She reached down and stroked her fingers over the bulge in Jack’s crotch. “Fuck.” The word escaped from Jack’s lips. His pleasure pleased her. “You like?” “You know I do.” Olivia turned to glance over her shoulder at Greg. “Do you like?” “I like that you do.” Pretty words, but empty ones at best. “That’s not an answer.” “It’s answer enough,” Jack jumped to Greg’s defense. “For now.” She decided she wouldn’t push either of them for now, not when they were so willing to give her what she wanted. “Lift your arms. I want to see more of you.” Greg grasped the hem of her shirt and tugged. Without hesitation she did as he ordered and allowed him to pull the cotton shirt up and off. Her nipples peaked at the cold air, even behind the heavy support of her bra. Greg’s hands spanned her waist for a brief moment before stroking up to her covered breasts and cupping them in his large hands. “Damn, I love your breasts.” The compliment and hint of awe came from Jack, who stared with rapt attention. “You can’t even—” she gasped for a moment when Greg squeezed the taut nipples, “—see them.”


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“I can fix that.” Greg moved upward and pushed the material of her bra down, popping her breasts from their barriers. “Beautiful.” Jack leaned forward and swiped his tongue over one of the distended tips. She moaned and shifted. Olivia wanted more than the teasing and light touches. “Please, I want…” “We’ll give you everything you want, Liv.” A sharp crack of lightning shattered the sensual spell she’d been under. The thunderous sound frightened Olivia, causing her to jump and turn her head to peer at the window. For a brief moment she’d forgotten about the hurricane brewing. Jack caught her chin in his head and turned her attention back to him. “You’re not going to worry about the storm raging outside, do you hear me? What’s happening here and now is all you need to think about.” “Storm.” Put that way, how could she not? “What storm?” “That’s my girl.” Jack didn’t want Liv to think of anything other than what he and Greg had in store for her. “Am I the only one removing clothing tonight?” “Is that the way you want it?” “No. I want to see both of you.” “Then see us both you shall,” Greg said from behind her. Jack was not the type who needed to be told twice. He rose to his knees and began to disrobe. His simple outfit made it a quick and seamless duty, allowing him to enjoy the sight of Liv finishing what Greg had started. It took Jack nothing more than a few seconds to unbutton and unzip his jeans, before giving them a hard shove, briefs and all, down his lean legs. He stepped out of the puddle of

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fabric and made his way to the foot of the bed, where he stood to watch Liv wriggling out of her own jeans. She probably would have had an easier time of it if she’d stood up as he had, but Jack couldn’t deny the pleasure he took in watching his voluptuous woman wiggle about on the bed. Her motions made all of her jiggly parts even jigglier, and he was a man who enjoyed a good jiggle. That was one of the best things about dating a full-figured woman. There was always more cushion for the pushin’. Although that was one of his favorite phrases, he knew better than to say it aloud. He somehow doubted Liv would see the compliment in it, even though his erection was giving a standing ovation. When it seemed as if she were about to lose the battle of jeans, Jack reached forward and grabbed hold of the leg of her jeans. “Let me help you with that.” “Oh thank God. I thought those pants were going to eat me alive.” “If anyone is going to eat you around here, it’s going to be me,” he said with a grin as he pulled them off. From behind him he heard Greg clear his throat. Loudly. “Oh. Or him too.” “Thanks for keeping me in mind,” Greg said dryly. “Any time, buddy.” Grinning, Jack tugged the denim material with all his might, pulling it off with one good jerk. She laughed as he tossed it over near his own. He reached for her panties, which were caught up around her knees, and pulled them off, until she was finally as he preferred her to be. Naked. “Hmm.” Jack climbed up on the bed. He placed his hands on her knees, pushed her thighs apart, and knelt between her now open legs. The sweet heady scent of her arousal hit him the second he got within kissing distance of her pretty pussy. And pretty it was. Jack had never been one to prefer women who went all bare. There was nothing sexier to him than a little bit of hair on a woman’s sex. He especially loved Liv’s. The sides were smooth and bare, a nice


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contrast to the red stripe of hair down the middle. His Liv was a true redhead, and the proof was as sexy as the woman herself. “I could stare at your pussy all day.” The bed dipped while he was busy admiring the view. Looking up, Jack spotted Greg, once again on the bed with them. Greg had positioned himself much as he had the last time, behind Liv, legs spread on either side of her, his back pressed against the headboard. She was sitting up as opposed to lying down, but it was still a position Jack could work with. “If all you’re going to do is stare, can we trade places?” Greg suggested wryly. Jack laughed at the absurd offer. “I like being right where I am, and she likes me being here.” “Oh, that’s right. This is your specialty.” “Yes, it is.” “Then prove it.” Greg’s domineering tone took Jack aback a bit, but he could not resist the challenge of the other man’s words. Jack rubbed his fingers along the moist seam of her pussy, causing Liv to moan and lean back against Greg’s shoulder for support. “You mean like that.” “Exactly like that,” Greg replied. Liv tilted her head and looked up at Greg. “And…and what do you plan to do while he’s busy down there?” “Anything I fucking want.” Before she could reply, Greg covered her mouth with his. For a second Jack watched the two embrace. He waited for the anger to come, waited for the disgust, but neither did. Even after he and Greg had talked, he still expected to feel some sense of outrage at seeing the two of them together,

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but now the moment was here, all he could think of was hurrying up to join them. Reluctantly he turned from the erotic sight before him, to the one inches from him. Her nether lips glistened with her dew. It was a sight he could not resist. Inhaling deeply, he let the scent of her excitement remind him why he was in the position he was. He loved Liv’s pussy. “You smell good.” Parting her seam, he bared her erect clit to his hungry gaze. Just looking at her moist pink flesh had his cock aching to be inside her. But first he had to taste her. Moving forward, he gave her sex a long lick before pulling back to savor the essence. “And you taste even better.” “She does, doesn’t she?” Jack looked up to see Greg teasing her nipples and nibbling at her neck, but his gaze was directed solely on Jack. For some reason it made the moment even more intimate. Not only were they sharing the same woman—they were sharing the same experience with their woman. “Sweeter than wine.” “And twice as addictive.” Jack couldn’t have agreed more. So he did the next best thing, he went back for another taste. Using his other hand, Jack slid two of his fingers into her then took her clit in his mouth and lapped at her swollen bud. Liv arched into his touch, moaning as he began to thrust his fingers back and forth in an even motion. “Jack.” Liv whimpered and arched her hips toward him wantonly. “Please…ohhh.” “You enjoying his touch, his mouth?” Greg’s voice drifted into Jack’s consciousness and he waited to hear Liv’s reply. “Yes, God, yes.” “Share it with me. Tell me what he’s doing.”


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Jack was looking forward to her descriptions as well. “He’s licking, sucking on my clit as he fingers my pussy.” “How many fingers?” “Two…I think.” “Oh, I think you can handle more.” Damn right she could. “Hmmm…” To Jack’s delight he found he was enjoying the dirty word play. Listening to Liv describe to Greg what he was doing was almost as arousing as him doing it. Never would Jack have imagined how many different ways including someone else in their bed could be a turn-on. He was so ready to fuck her, his cock was leaking precome like a faulty faucet. “Would you like that, baby, more of Jack inside you, stretching your tight cunt?” “Greg.” Liv arched into Jack’s mouth as she wailed the other man’s name. “I think from the way she dug her nails into my thighs, that would be a yes,” Greg said. “Maybe just one more finger to get her nice and full.” Part of Jack wanted to remind Greg this was his specialty and he didn’t need a sidekick to get the job done, yet he couldn’t deny the surprising thrill that ran through him at having the other man observe the whole thing. Aroused, Jack pulled his fingers free of her wet snatch then pressed them in again, this time adding another digit to his play. Liv gyrated her hips, fucking his fingers as she had his cock on so many different occasions. The tighter she gripped him, the faster she moved, the more vocal she became, until her moans were louder than the storm outside. Unable to hold out against the sight of her writhing body, he flicked his tongue at lightning speed over her engorged nub until she dug her heels into the bed and pressed her cunt firmly to his lips, screaming as her body rocked and

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shuddered in the aftermath of her release. Impatient to be inside her, Jack straightened, intent on taking her in his arms. Before he could make his move, Greg spoke. “I do believe it’s my turn.” “Turn.” Oh right, sharing. “You want to take my place.” “No.” Greg moved from behind Liv and rose to his feet. “I want her on her knees, arse up.” Jack couldn’t hide his surprise. “Really?” “Yes, you wanted to see the move I think she likes the most.” Liv moaned and quickly moved into position. One apparently they’d done a time or two. “This should be interesting.” Jack couldn’t wait to see where Greg’s talents lay. He still wasn’t so sure the professor had any real sexual skills to speak of, but he couldn’t wait to see for himself if Greg was true competition, in and out of the bedroom. “I like the position already. I can’t wait to see where this is heading.” “You’re going to have to do more than see. You’re going to have to participate.” It was sounding better and better. “How so?” “Tell him, love.” Liv turned to face him. Her eyes were glazed with her most recent orgasm, courtesy of himself, but she still had a look there. One of longing for whatever was coming next. “Normally when we do this,” she smiled and looked away, “he ties my hands to the headboard.” What the hell? Jack couldn’t have been more surprised if he tried. “Really, Liv?” Heat filled her cheeks, but his bad girl nodded, probably too embarrassed to say it out loud.


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“And what does he do while you’re tied up?” Jack stroked his hand up over her bare ass as he questioned her and wondered, not for the first time, how his woman was so able to appear sweet and innocent one minute and naughty the next. “Spank her naughty arse, of course,” Greg said. God. Damn. “I’m in.” This was something he wanted to see. No. Absofucking-lutely wanted to take part in.

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Chapter Four

The look of shock was expected, but the avid interest on Jack’s face made Greg want to chuckle. The smart-mouthed man was finally beginning to show some appreciation. It was about damn time. All the time he’d watched Jack and Olivia together, Greg was anticipating his own turn with his curvy woman. Imagining her firm, fleshy globes under his palm, and her pale white skin pinkening with every tap on her ass. “Hold her arms.” Greg sat back on his heels to watch Jack take her arms and lock her wrists down, holding her tight. Olivia lowered her head onto the pillow in front of her, but kept her arse in the air. Jack was staring with rapt attention, as if he didn’t want to miss a single second. But Greg had one last adjustment to make. He grasped her foot and stroked his thumb across the arch. “Open your legs for me, love. Let me see that pretty pink pussy.” Olivia shifted her knees, spreading her legs a tempting slow inch at a time. They loved to play this game. They both enjoyed building up the moment and drawing it out. The before was just as sweet as the after, but nothing topped the during. That was in a class all on its own. Greg licked his lips as a hint of her enthralling pussy came into view. The lower half of her sex was slick with dew and a little rosier than the usual pale pink. The time Jack spent earlier definitely made its impact. Although Greg’s plans were much more forceful. Stroking over her foot, Greg trailed his hand up her calf to the knee. He followed the path farther, moving up the muscles of her smooth thigh. He


palmed her wide, full ass, enjoying the soft gasp that escaped from her lips. Olivia, after many months of learning what they both liked, stayed as still as possible because she knew that was part of the thrill for him. And nothing pleased him more than the knowledge she did it all under his command. “Good girl. You’re staying so still.” He could see the shiver that shuddered though her at certain touches, and he watched with interest when she included Jack in their play. As Greg ran his fingers up her inner thigh, Olivia remained perfectly still, but her fingers wrapped around Jack’s hand. “What are the rules of this game, Professor?” “Tell him, Olivia. Tell him all about it.” Greg’s hand came down hard on her right cheek, the crack resounding through the room louder than the one thundering outside. He watched Jack’s eyes widen and waited for the other man to grow indignant at the blow, but surprisingly Jack remained calm and watched to see what was going to happen next. “Greg…” Olivia’s plaintive voice begged for more, but he didn’t plan to reward her just yet. She had a story to tell first. “Don’t make me tell you a second time.” “It started as a joke.” Olivia turned her head to look up at Jack, a little note of pleading in her gaze. “A game, really, but I liked it. A lot.” “Yes, she did.” Greg gifted her with another smack to the other cheek and she gave a moan of appreciation. “Soon she was begging me for a little slap and tickle.” “Spank and fuck was more like it,” Olivia replied saucily. “And the rules…” Jack asked, his voice thick with desire. “Not to move. For as long as I can. I don’t have to be completely motionless, but as still as I can, and if I do, I get rewarded.” “With what?”

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“Sex.” Greg couldn’t see her face but he was willing to bet she was smiling. “Professor.” Greg looked over at Jack. “I’m in awe.” “Why are you so impressed with him?” Olivia teased. “I’m the one taking a licking.” “True, but he’s the one to convince you to do it. That right there takes some skill.” “I’ll agree, but only because I like it.” Greg landed another blow on her upturned cheek. “Are you getting mouthy, wench?” “Will you spank me if I do?” Smack, smack. Greg let his hand do the talking as Olivia moaned and writhed as Greg reddened her arse. This time he didn’t stop until she gasped his name. “Okay, love. Okay.” Pride filled him as he looked at his handiwork. Unable to resist touching her, Greg slowly caressed her warm flesh. But he didn’t stop there. He worked his fingers down between her legs and grinned when he discovered the moist fruits of his labor. His finger easily slipped inside her slick passage, a sign if ever there was one of a job well done. Greg had a feeling his spanking wasn’t the only thing that had her creaming though. “Tell me, Olivia, is this for me? Or did you enjoy Jack watching, holding you down?” “Yes. To everything. The spanking, Jack watching, him holding, the whole enchilada. I love it all.” Greg added another finger into her wet sex. “I think we have a little exhibitionist here.” “Livy, Livy.” Jack released her wrists. “What a wonderful surprise you’ve turned out to be.” Before she could reply, Jack tilted her head up to his and captured her mouth in a possessive kiss. Greg could feel her pussy throbbing on his fingers as he slowly massaged her G-spot. She was getting close, but Greg


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had no intention of allowing her to come again so soon. He wanted to draw this out. Olivia broke her kiss with Jack and pressed herself back against Greg’s questing hand. “Please, someone fuck me, now.” Jack chuckled and looked across at Greg. “I think she wants something.” “You think?” Jack nodded soberly. “Should we give it to her?” “I don’t know.” Olivia wiggled her arse as she rode Greg’s fingers. “You guys are torturing me, please, just please, I need you inside me.” Without warning, Greg pulled his fingers from her. Sucking the digits into his mouth, he enjoyed the musky syrup. “Sweeter than cherry wine.” “You know, I hate to say it, but I think she’s convinced me we ought to give her what she wants.” Greg wanted to argue with Jack, but really, how could he when he felt the same way? Olivia was too tempting a treat, and now that he had her taste on his lips he definitely wanted more. “When you’re right, you’re right.” “Oh, thank God.” Olivia’s words had both men laughing and she frowned slightly. “Hey, a girl can only take so much.” “Really, only so much?” Greg asked. Olivia rolled over on her back and promptly placed her hand between her legs. “Yes.” “Fuck,” Jack growled. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.” Greg lay down on his side next to Olivia. “Take your time,” he offered as he ran his fingers across her beaded nipples.

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“Not likely,” Jack said under his breath as he moved off the bed and headed to his duffle bag. Part of Greg was curious about what the other man was after, but a bigger part was more interested in watching Olivia play with her pussy. Her eyes were at half mast, her lips slightly parted, and her breasts rose and fell to the rhythm of her increased breathing as she rubbed her clit between her fingers. The word beautiful didn’t come close to describing how she looked, but it would have to do. A few seconds later Jack climbed back on the bed, but he didn’t come empty handed. With a wicked grin he tossed a handful of goodies on the bed above Olivia’s head. Greg sat up and picked up one of the many condom packages. Shaking his head, he looked over at Jack, whose own attention was focused on Olivia’s busy hands. “Don’t you think you’re taking the ‘be prepared’ motto a bit far?” Jack looked up at him and grinned. “Is it possible to be too prepared or to go too far?” The other man had a valid point. “Let’s find out.” Greg turned his attention to Olivia. “Now what, Olivia?” There wasn’t much that would convince her to stop masturbating at this point. But Greg’s offer to allow her access to both her men was one of them. If she had to cease though, there was nothing stopping her from teasing them both while she did it. Pulling her fingers from her pussy, she brought them to her lips and licked them, one by one, enjoying the taste. Even more, she took pleasure watching the changing looks on their faces. They both stared, transfixed, as each digit disappeared into her mouth, as her tongue savored her own unique flavor. Aware of her captive audience, she went out of her way to elongate her actions, and when she reached the very last finger,


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she made sure to moan and close her eyes as if she were sampling the sweetest of chocolates. When she figured she’d milked the moment for all she could, she opened her eyes and smiled. “What was the question again?” Jack shook his head as if he were trying to help himself focus. “There…there was a question?” “Yes.” Olivia ran her hand up over her stomach to her breasts, pausing there to play with her nipples. “Right, Greg?” “Question. Right.” Her other lover didn’t seem as if he were faring much better. Olivia bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. Men were so easily distracted. “And it was…” “Yes.” Greg spoke as if attempting to wake from a dream. “The question was what do you want to do next.” “Masturbate, from the look of it,” Jack said. “I can, if you want,” Olivia offered with a smile. Jack shook his head before she even finished speaking. “I’m a little over foreplay.” “Aww.” She pouted prettily. “I still want to play.” “Play what, love?” Olivia sat up and crossed her legs. She tapped her finger on her pursed lips. She glanced from man to man then went for it. “I want to give you head.” Jack and Greg looked at each other, then at her, but it was Greg who spoke. “Who?” “Both of you.” “Yes, but who’s first?” Jack asked, apparently just as confused as Greg. Olivia took a deep breath and forged ahead. “I want to do you both at the same time. I want to be free to be as dirty and filthy with you two in ways I never

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thought I could be with anyone.” Feeling somewhat shy about being so open, she looked down at her hands clenched together. “I know it’s probably asking too much, but the way I’m looking at this is, despite agreeing to go on double dates together, this is probably going to be the last time we all have sex together. So I want to do everything I’ve always wanted before the storm is over and the fantasy comes to an end.” “How dirty?” The interest in Jack’s voice gave her pause and she looked up. “Very, very dirty.” “Two verys?” She nodded. Jack ran a finger along her cheek. “I’m in. Professor?” Olivia looked toward her other lover. The one who would spank her in a heartbeat but still was a tad more prim and proper. “Is this what you want?” Greg asked. “Yes.” “Then for tonight, as dirty as you want.” Olivia’s pussy clenched at the promise in his words. This was something she’d wanted for so very long and she knew exactly how she wanted it to go. “I want the two of you to stand side by side,” she said as she moved from the bed. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a pillow for her knees and went to stand in front of the two men who’d moved into position. There was more space between them than she would have preferred, and they both seemed a bit uncomfortable, but they were working with her. After dropping the pillow to the floor directly in the middle, she lowered herself to her knees and eyed her cocks with pleasure. They’d lagged somewhat


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since the evening’s festivities began, but she was more than capable of getting them back in fucking form. Before she could start however, the lights flickered and then came on. Olivia blinked at the sudden illumination. Disappointment seared her soul and she cursed the time she’d wasted earlier. This perfect storm had been her one chance to have all the things she wanted and now her opportunity was gone. Olivia sat back on her heels, her shoulders stooped as she waited for Greg and Jack to officially call this experiment to an end. “Did you change your mind?” Jack asked. Olivia lifted her head to find neither man had moved. Both stood in the light, waiting for her to fulfill her promise. “I…uh, no.” Olivia shook her head. “I thought…” “What?” Greg frowned down at her. “We’re not stuck here in the dark with nothing to do. I wasn’t sure you guys would still want…” Olivia trailed off again. “Want you? Of course we do,” Jack insisted. “Now, I think you have a task, or two, at hand.” “Definitely two,” Greg added. Licking her lips, Olivia inched closer to her men. She took each of them in separate hands and began to stroke them simultaneously. She loved the feel of them, both so hard, long and thick, yet different all the same. Just like the men they were attached to. “Look at her face,” Jack said. “I think she’s enjoying this.” Greg pumped his hips forward, fucking his cock into her hand. “I think she’s not the only one.” Olivia tightened her grip on his cock. “You just think it?” “No, love. Know.”

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The power she felt was indescribable. The two strongest men she knew were putting her wants first. That in itself was power, but the knowledge that their pleasure was her main goal, gave them the exact same power. It was balanced. It was fair. It was love. With no rhyme or reason she just went with the cock on her left and lowered her mouth over him, taking in every inch she could, before slowly pulling back then plunging down again. All the while she sucked Jack she kept her hand busy stroking Greg, keeping him warmed up until she was ready to enjoy him. A moment later, she switched, eagerly moving to the right to get a taste of Greg. She pleasured him for all she was worth. Working him with her hand while she ran her lips up and down and around his dick. The second Greg’s moans began to take on a desperate quality she moved back to Jack. “Fuck.” Greg pushed her hair away from her face roughly then grabbed the thick strands in his hand. “If you’re not going to blow me, the least you can do is give me a show.” Olivia pulled back, letting Jack’s cock fall from her mouth, but not her hand. She kept pumping both her men as she looked up at Greg. “Not liking sharing.” “Sharing is fine. I just want to watch too.” “I would have never pegged you as a voyeur.” Greg shrugged. “I’m learning all sorts of things about myself tonight.” “Like the fact you enjoy watching me give another man a blowjob?” “Like I enjoy everything about you.” He nudged her head back toward Jack’s erection. “Now be a good girl, and suck him good.” There was no way in the world she could resist an order like that. Olivia took Jack into her mouth, ever so slowly. She enjoyed tasting every inch of his cock,


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her tongue licking along the thick, veiny shaft. Her gaze shifted to focus on him and she watched with delight as desire swept over his face. He wasn’t the only one in this little group of fun. As she pleasured Jack, she continued to jerk Greg. Her strokes were firm and even at first, but the more she worked Jack with her mouth, the more frantically her hand moved over Greg’s cock. There was something she wanted to try, but she wasn’t sure if the guys would be willing to allow her to. Nevertheless, this was her night and she was going to do everything she’d ever wanted. Releasing them both, she sat back on her heels to survey the bounty before her. The men were well endowed, one perhaps a little thicker, one a little longer, but both delightfully delicious. “Done already?” Olivia shook her head at Greg. “Hardly. I have a plan.” She grasped them both, one in each of her hands, and gave a slight tug, bringing them closer together. A small part of her wondered what they might be thinking, but instead of looking at their faces she was going to concentrate on the two gorgeous dicks in front of her. Her lips moved back and forth between the two cocks, licking first one then the other, ever so slowly bringing them nearer to her and each other. When the crowns were practically touching, she licked across them both, enjoying each of their unique tastes and the combination as well. Neither man spoke, but when she engulfed them as one into her mouth, she heard groans of pleasure from both. She couldn’t take them very deep, but the sensations were amazing. It was at this moment she wished she could ask them how they felt. What it was like to be so intimately touching each other. She knew neither of them had expressed an

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interest in another man. But they allowed it, for her. And somehow it made the experience all the better. Her body was trembling with delight, her pussy was moist with the evidence of her desire. She wanted to reach between her legs and relieve the ache there, but she wasn’t willing to let go of either man at the moment. She had them right where she wanted. She reveled in the struggle to keep them both in her mouth at the same time. “Fuck,” Jack swore, and pulled her hand from his cock and pushed her away from him. “Enough.” Olivia released Greg as well. She licked her swollen lips and reached for Jack again. “No. Come back.” She’d been enjoying her task far too much. “I want to finish.” Jack chuckled roughly. “I’m going to finish if you don’t stop.” “It’s like that, is it?” “Definitely.” He reached down, grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet. “Now get your ass on that bed. I want you on your hands and knees, ass pointing toward the foot of the bed.” “Getting at bit bossy, aren’t you?” “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s time I had mine.” “And Greg.” She didn’t want her other love to be left out. “I’m sure he’ll have his too before this is over. But I want your pussy and I want it now.” Jack looked to Greg. “You have a problem with that, Professor?” “Not as long as I get her mouth.” It all sounded good to her. “I like this plan.” Not only had her men not argued for over an hour, she was about to get fucked, while she blew the other. If this was what happened every time there was a storm, she was going to pray for rain every night.


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Jack was more than ready to end his torment and get Liv under him. All her moves were adding up to one long night of sexual torture. And it didn’t look as if the professor was faring too much better. Greg was hurrying Liv to the bed, obviously intent on returning his dick to the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. As Greg settled himself against the headboard, Jack found the strip of condoms on the bedside table. He was surprised at how much he was enjoying the sight of Liv kneeling between another man’s legs, her heavy breasts swaying slightly as she leaned forward to kiss Greg. Jack cupped her full ass, a cheek in both hands, massaging the rounded globes. Liv pressed back against him while she continued to explore Greg’s body. She moved from the professor’s lips to nibble along his jaw and then lick across his collarbone. The other man was stoically enduring the torture, but Jack could tell it wouldn’t be long now. Jack didn’t know if they’d have another night like tonight and he wanted to enjoy the special moment. She was so damned sexy he could barely stand it. Her body was on display for them both and she was completely comfortable in her skin. He couldn’t believe it, but he thought he loved her more in this one moment than he ever had. Liv was enthusiastic in her journey of discovery, making her way down Greg’s chest, licking his nipples, and trailing her tongue over his abs. While she enjoyed herself, Jack did the same, running his hands over her ass, occasionally dipping a finger between her legs to tease her silken sheath. Just when she would begin thrusting back against the exploring digit, Jack would withdraw, chuckling at her disappointed groan. “Damn it, Jack, stop teasing me.”

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“Hell, I should be applauding him,” Greg choked out. “You’ve been driving me up the wall all night.” Jack sympathized with the professor’s desperation. “I’ll make you a deal, Liv. You suck him and do a really good job, and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming.” “I like this deal,” Greg added enthusiastically. Liv glanced back over her shoulder at Jack. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes shone with desire, want and need. “Fuck me, please fuck me.” She turned then, back toward Greg, and lowered her head to swirl her tongue over the straining crown. Greg’s hands clutched the comforter under him, his breathing ragged as Liv finally took his cock fully into her mouth. The enormity of what he, what they all were about to do, had him hard and aching. He couldn’t wait another minute. After a few seconds of fumbling, Jack was finally able to extract the latex and roll it over his erection. As he readied himself, Liv sucked Greg’s cock. The professor lay there immobile though, hands locked at his sides, stress etched on his face. Jack wasn’t sure why Greg was being a martyr, but if Jack was going to get his freak on, he damned well didn’t want to be the only one. “Fuck her face while I fuck this pretty little pussy. Neither one of us needs to hold back, right, Liv?” She couldn’t answer with Greg’s dick in her mouth, but pressed her ass back and spread her legs farther. It was the only invitation he required. And Greg didn’t seem to want any further encouragement either. Greg released his death grip on the comforter and wrapped his hands in Liv’s coppery locks, pulling her down farther onto him. While the two of them were well occupied, Jack took his condom-covered cock in hand and centered it at Liv’s core. He rubbed his erection back and forth


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over her seam, coating himself with her silken essence and teasing her clit, all at the same time. Then he circled around her opening and pushed just the crown inside. Liv moaned and wiggled back and forth, inviting him for more. “I don’t know what you just did, but I felt that moan up my dick and along my spine.” “You ain’t felt nothing yet.” Jack held Liv’s hips tight, and inch by inch, he buried his shaft inside her. She was so wet and ready he slid in easily, but Jack took his time, letting them both enjoy the sensation. When he was fully seated, he paused for a moment. “How’s it feel, Liv, being stuffed at both ends, me in your pussy and Greg fucking your sweet little mouth?” Her moan of pleasure was all the answer he needed. Jack began to thrust into her, savoring the feel of her fleshiness as he pumped into her over and over. It took a few practice strokes before he was able to move in her without choking her on Greg’s cock. It was only a few thrusts before he began to wonder why she hadn’t suggested this before. Watching her pleasure Greg while Jack pleasured her was downright the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced before. Sex with Liv had always been exciting, but this added a new dimension to their loving and he couldn’t help but wonder if the other two people in bed with him felt the same way. Overcome with passion, he held tight to her rounded hips, using his grip on her as he plowed into her warm, willing pussy. She lifted her head off Greg’s cock and let out a husky groan. “Fuck, Jack, God, that feels so good.” He couldn’t have agreed more, and by the way Greg wrapped his fingers in her hair and guided her back to his shaft, Jack was willing to bet the other man would agree. “Keep your lips wrapped around me.”

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Greg’s words amused Jack, but from the way Liv’s pussy clenched around Jack, he could tell they had an altogether different effect on her. Livvy was such a dirty girl. “Don’t stop sucking until he fills your mouth with come.” Jack chose his words wisely, purposely talking filthy just to make her wetter. “That’s right, Liv. Keep it up, baby, and you’re going to make us both come.” She moaned around Greg’s dick and the other man let out an appreciative groan. “Fuck.” Greg’s eyes rolled back. “Feeling good?” “God, yes. So good.” The unfettered passion in Greg’s voice sent shivers racing down Jack’s spine and spurred Jack’s arousal even more. Closing his eyes, Jack dug his fingers into Liv’s hips and picked up his speed. He rocked into her again and again, pushing her down onto Greg with every thrust. The arousing sounds of flesh smacking into flesh and moans and groans of pleasure filled the room. It was an aural, visceral feast that had his balls begging for release, but Jack refused to surrender to his body’s demand. At least not until Liv and Greg came first, and the way Liv’s pussy fluttered around him he knew it wouldn’t be long. “Suck him dry and come for me, Liv. I can’t last much longer.” “Yes, baby, do it.” Greg thrust his hips up to the primal rhythm. “Drink me down. Yeah, like that. Yes. Fuck.” Greg held her head still as he growled, and gave a series of stuttered thrusts, before pulling free and collapsing on the bed in front of her. Free to be as loud as she pleased now, Liv filled the room with heady, soul-shattering moans that had Jack pumping into her as if his very life depended on it.


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“Jack, ohhh God.” Liv’s sex contracted around his cock as her orgasm rocked through her. Turning her head, she sent him a pleading look from passion-filled eyes. “Don’t stop…please…fuck…me harder, Jack.” Jack couldn’t have stopped if he wanted. Closing his eyes, he did as she begged. He powered into her, holding her tight as she screamed out her release. The sweet sound drove him right over the edge. Gritting his teeth, he thrust into her one more time then exploded inside her, his body shaking from the force of his release. Exhausted, he pulled his sated member from her clenching flesh and collapsed on the bed next to her. Without having to say a word, the three of them adjusted themselves on the bed so Liv lay between them. The bed, although not a king, provided just enough room for them each to lie on their backs without touching one another. Not that they stayed to themselves. Before Jack could regulate his breathing and calm his pounding heart, Liv’s small hand found his on the mattress and she locked their fingers together. He had no doubt her other hand was clasped tightly to Greg’s, and surprisingly the only thing that bothered him was it didn’t bother him. It felt strangely right, which was wrong, and altogether confusing.

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Chapter Five

The sound of water running and the warmth from someone pressed against him woke Greg from a sound sleep. Cautious, he opened his eyes to see who was next to him. With a relieved sigh, he calmed his racing heart. It was Olivia, not Jack. It was one thing to get up close and personal with the other man when Olivia was between them, but quite a different story if she wasn’t. Relieved, Greg settled back in the bed and pulled Olivia closer to him. He wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep, but from the darkness encasing the dimly lit room, he knew he hadn’t slept long. It was still night, or possibly early morning, and from the sounds of things the storm was still raging, although not as fiercely as before. To make matters even better, Jack was nowhere in sight. The night was looking up already. With a slight smile, he tightened his hold on her. The soft curve of her buttocks felt heavenly pressed against him and brought back fond memories of nights when he wasn’t just pressed against her ass, but buried in it. The very thought caused his cock to rise with renewed vigor. By all rights, it should have been down for the count, but the memory combined with the feel of her soft, thick body against his was more than his libido could bear. “I see you’re up.” Unashamed at his reaction to her, Greg chuckled at the double entendre. He most definitely was. “Shouldn’t that be you feel me up, not see?” Olivia laughed softly and glanced back over her shoulder. Licking her lips, she looked up at him from under her lashes. “It’s you who’s feeling me up.”


Greg moved his hand to cradle a rounded breast. His fingers moved on their own accord to roll and tease the tight bud of her nipple. “So true.” He pinched her pebbled peaks, giving her a little of the hardness he knew she craved. His actions were not in vain. Olivia let out a sexy, throaty little moan and shifted back against him, caressing his cock with the wiggling curve of her ass. His answering groan had her laughing and turning in his arms. “You’re insatiable tonight.” “And you’re beautiful.” Olivia rolled her eyes. “Doubtful.” “I mean it.” The low lights coming from the lamps on the bedside table provided him with all the illumination he needed. Even with her hair wild and untamed around her shoulders, she was still completely enthralling. Leaning closer, he whispered, “You take my breath away.” Although the light was dim at best, he could see her cheeks darken. “You certainly have a way with words.” She turned around and tilted her head up. He accepted her silent summons, pressing his lips against hers and dipping his tongue inside her mouth. Olivia placed her around hand around his neck, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss. It was an invitation he could not ignore. Their tongues rolled over each other’s, playful at first, then deepening into something far more meaningful and enjoyable. He felt the soft caress of her hand as she trailed it down from his neck, past his chest, to the thin line of hair that started just below his belly button. Before her quest could move even farther down, the door to the bathroom opened and Jack strolled into the bedroom. “Hey, lookie here. I was beginning to wonder if you two lazy heads were planning on sleeping the entire night away.”

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Reluctantly Greg pulled away from Olivia’s all too tempting lips and sat up. He glared over at the doorway at Jack, who was doing nothing to hide his amusement. The bastard. Greg wouldn’t have put it past him to have been outside the door the whole time just waiting to interrupt them. “You know, the thought had crossed my mind, with it being night and all.” Jack crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. “From the tent you pitched under the sheet, I’m willing to bet it’s not the only thing that crossed your mind.” Amused, Greg leaned back against the headboard. He’d be damned if the other man’s sarcastic ways weren’t beginning to grow on him. “I’m a man of deep thoughts.” “Apparently.” “What time is it?” Olivia asked as she sat up, sheet held tightly to her breasts as if the two men hadn’t seen her nude countless times before, or shared her body only a short time ago. It was an action Greg couldn’t help but think was cute. “A little after eleven.” Jack walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to Olivia. “Still enough minutes left in the day to be today and not tomorrow.” Greg frowned. “That’s it?” It felt later. “Yes.” Jack pulled one of Olivia’s hands from in front of her and brought it up to his mouth. He nibbled on her fingers teasingly. “How was your nap, Liv?” “Good, what about yours?” “I didn’t sleep a wink.” Jack shot a pointed look at Greg. “Someone in the room snores.” Greg snorted instead of replying. As long as Olivia slept fine, that was all he was concerned about. “Either of you hungry? I laid out stuff for sandwiches.” “Aww.” Olivia flashed Jack a soft smile that had Greg frowning.


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“Honey, he opened up a jar of peanut butter and jelly,” Greg protested. “Don’t be that impressed.” Lord knew he wasn’t. “For your information, I opened up lunch meat and cut tomatoes. That’s right, Professor, be impressed.” “I could eat.” Olivia looked expectantly at Greg. “What about you?” “Uhh…” he hedged. He really preferred staying in bed, especially with Jack out of it. “Come on,” Jack wheedled. “I have everything set up in the living room. I started a fire and everything. Doesn’t that sound romantic, Professor, doesn’t that put you in the mood for love?” Jack glanced down at the sheet then back up at Greg. “Or more in the mood?” Greg looked down at Olivia who was looking so expectantly at him. “Fine.” It wasn’t as much fun as his other plan had been, but it would have to do. “I thought you’d see it my way.” Jack grinned as he rose from the bed. He pulled back the covers and helped Olivia out of bed. “I need to get dressed first,” Olivia said. She tried to bypass Jack, but he pulled her in his arms and danced her away. “I think you look exceptional just the way you are.” Wouldn’t you know it, another thing they could agree on. “Yes, but I might get chilly.” “It’s not cold at all.” Jack stepped back and held his arms out, pointing out his jeans only attire. “I’m still putting something on.” “Fine,” Jack grumbled. “But let’s aim for less is more.” “I think that can be arranged.” Olivia reached for the jade silk robe she kept on the armchair next to her bed. The deep, rich color complemented her creamy complexion and fiery red hair. One of the reasons he’d bought it for her in the

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first place. As if sensing his stare, she turned around and looked at him with a smile gracing her well-kissed lips. “You coming?” she asked as she tied the belt around her waist. Greg glanced down at his crotch then back at her warily. “In a second.” Or ninety. Or however long it took for his erection to subside. It was one thing to be primed and ready when they were in the heat of the moment and quite another for him to just walk around hard as steel. It was stupid, he knew, but that didn't make it any better. He would have thought having Jack in the room would have been enough to douse his desire, but apparently his cock had become immune to the other man’s presence. After one joint session together, having him nearby seemed almost the norm. “Okay.” Olivia slipped her arm into the crook of Jack’s arm. “But keep in mind we’re going for less is more. Right, Jack?” “Uh, he could get as dressed as he likes. In fact, the more clothes he wears the better.” “And here I thought you were just waiting for another opportunity to stare at my dick.” “I’m ignoring you,” Jack replied in a sing-song tone as he pulled a laughing Olivia from the room. She wasn’t the only one laughing. So was Greg. Getting Jack’s goat was becoming a pastime he greatly enjoyed. Greg waited a few more minutes for his erection to subside before slipping from the bed and redressing in the sweats he’d worn earlier. He stopped by the bathroom to clean up then headed into the living room, where he discovered Olivia and Jack sitting next to one another laughing and talking softly as they munched on the food Jack had prepared. Greg studied them silently for awhile, waiting for the jealousy that had reared its ugly head earlier this evening to come roaring back. To his surprise the


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emotion never came. It wasn’t as if he wanted to be Jack’s best buddy now, but he no longer wanted to rip the other man’s head off for sitting close to Olivia. It was something to think about, that was for sure. Bypassing the duo, he slipped into the kitchen to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He cracked it open and guzzled it half down before heading back into the living room. When he entered the room again Jack was nowhere to be found, but Olivia was standing in front of the window, peeking through the small opening not covered by plywood. Greg joined her and pulled her stiff frame into his arms. She let out a little sigh and leaned back against him. He rested his cheek against the side of her head, and held on tight to her, hoping she could feel his love surrounding her. Despite the two of them being there with her, he could tell the storm was still getting to her. He could only pray their presence made it a bit more bearable. “Are you okay? Storm-wise, I mean.” “Yes.” She paused then added as an afterthought, “Although it might have more to do with the fact it’s only raining now, and the sky isn’t screaming at me anymore.” Greg straightened his head and frowned. “At you…personally?” Olivia nodded. “Mother Nature has it in for me.” “What a bitch,” Jack said, coming up next to them. “Yes, she is.” Olivia pulled free of Greg’s embrace and turned to face the two men, turning her back toward the window. “But I’m learning to hold my own.” Greg smiled. He didn’t doubt for a moment there would come a time when she would conquer her fear straight out. “So.” Jack took a step closer to the window and peered out through same spot Olivia had. “It looks as if we have a few more hours before the storm lets up. Anything you want to do to wile away the remaining time?”

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“You mean like other sexual positions?” Olivia asked, completely straightfaced. Jack turned around and looked over at Greg, his expression as startled as Greg figured his must be. Their shared look didn’t go unmissed by Olivia. “What?” “Umm…” Jack cleared his throat then tried again. “I was thinking more along the lines of cards, or maybe watch a video or two since the electricity is back on.” “Oh.” Heat suffused her cheeks. “Of course that’s what you meant. Yeah. Sure. You guys want to watch something?” Olivia tried to brush past Greg, but he wasn’t going to let that fly. He grabbed hold of her hand, stopping her in her tracks. “Don’t run. Is there something you want?” “Something you need?” Jack asked, joining in. “From us, love.” She shook her head. “No, of course not. I just didn’t understand what you were referring to.” “You want sex, honey?” “With the two of us, again?” “No, because that would be selfish of me.” This time when she pulled free of Greg’s hold on her, he allowed her to escape. Olivia didn’t go far, settling herself on the couch. “You guys have already given me more than I thought you ever would. Asking for more would flat out be selfish on my part.” Greg looked over at Jack, who stared back at him with a brow raised. With everything that had gone down tonight, Greg felt a kinship with the other man, especially when it came to pleasing their woman. He knew without Jack having to say a word, they were both on the same page with this. As one they joined Olivia on the couch, one on each side of her.


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“Liv,” Jack started. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to be selfish. It’s just not in you.” “You were thinking board games. I was thinking of different ways to get you two guys to fuck me. Yeah, I say that pretty much rates.” “Only if you didn’t plan on either of us getting a nut.” “Of course not. I want you to come.” She looked over at Greg. “Both of you, but I need to learn the boundaries. Figure out the polite way to go about this.” Intrigued by her stalling, Greg pushed her robe free of her leg and placed his hand in its place. Hoping to calm her and remind her at the same time she was his, he trailed his fingers along her inner thigh and watched as her lower lip trembled and she fought to keep her gaze steady on him. “Just tell us what you want.” “What do you two want?” Olivia plucked nervously at her robe tie. “You,” they said in unison. “You’re not going to always want to fuck me at the same time, right?” She looked back and forth between the two of them. “That’s right.” Jack jumped into the conversation. “I don’t see this being the norm. I don’t want it to be. I agreed we can do some things together, but as a whole, I’m dating you. Not Greg.” “Exactly,” Greg agreed wholeheartedly. “But what about right now?” “What about it? Are you willing to go again? The three of us?” “Is that what you want?” Olivia looked down. This was so not his balls-tothe-wall woman. Reaching out to her, Greg tilted her chin up and forced her to meet his gaze head on. What he read on her face floored him and all he could do was stare in rapt fascination at the look of intense arousal on Olivia’s face. There was no mistaking

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the gleam of excitement brimming in her eyes for anything less than it was. This wasn’t just going to be a one-time thing for Olivia. Her passions went deeper than that. Obviously they’d only begun to scratch the surface of her desires. “Do you want us both together again?” “One in your pussy, maybe, and one in your ass?” Jack asked. She opened her mouth then promptly closed it, along with her eyes, and shook her head. No double penetration. Greg had to admit he felt disappointed that wasn’t her end goal. “No. That’s not what I fantasize about.” The words were low, but heard nevertheless. “Then tell us what it is you fantasize about.” Greg tried his best to make it a request and not a command, even though every nerve in his body wanted him to strip and bind her to the bed, and force every sordid thought out of her, just so he could make them all come true. Olivia glanced from one man to the other. “You might think it’s dirty.” “I can’t talk for the professor, but I personally think the dirtier the better. And just for the record, if you ever do decide you want to do the double penetration thing, I’m in like Flynn. You don’t ever have to worry about that one.” “Okay.” She laughed. “One vote for double stuffed.” Greg cleared his throat to garner her attention. When she looked his way, he raised his hand. “Make that two votes.” “Okay, I get it.” She lay back against the couch, grinning ear from ear. “Since it’s obviously the popular choice, let’s just do that instead.” Jack started shaking his head before she even finished her sentence. “No way you’re getting off that easily. Just say what it is you want.”


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Olivia’s easy smile slipped away and she began to look a little nervous again. “Just say it,” Greg ordered. “Fine. I’ve had this fantasy for a while. It involves one of you fucking me in the ass while the other eats my pussy.” “Wow,” was all Jack got out, but it was a mouthful more than what Greg did. He was in too much awe to say much of anything. Awe and arousal. She’d had him at “in the ass”. Excitement hit him like a punch to his gut, stirring the passion he’d tried to put on the back burner not a good twenty minutes ago. He could see it now, in vivid color, and man, did he like what he imagined. Olivia stuffed full with his cock while Jack was on his knees in front of them, licking her clit. Oh yeah, this worked for Greg on so many levels. “Greg, you haven’t said anything.” “That’s because I just keep thinking about what a lucky bastard I am.” “Lucky?” “Yes, not just lucky to be in your life…” Greg looked over at Jack and grinned. “But lucky that, in the spirit of fairness, it’s my turn to actually be buried inside you. Which means…” “Fuck,” Jack grumbled under his breath. “Your sweet arse is mine.” And he couldn’t wait to slip balls deep inside it. Before they went on to round two, they agreed a quick shower was in the cards for all of them. To her men’s dismay though, Olivia insisted the showers were to be separate. She wanted to make sure she was extra clean inside and out since they were going to have anal sex, and that was something she didn’t want or need an audience for. When she was done showering, she slipped into her bedroom and lotioned up with her favorite fragrance then lay down on the bed to prepare her body a

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bit more. Although this was something that could have been a group activity, she didn’t want to get them too worked up and have the fun end too quickly. So while her men took turns showering, she used her plug to stretch her hole. By the time she received the knock on her bedroom door to let her know the guys were done and waiting for her, she’d already applied the lube to her anus and had used the toy for over twenty minutes. She was as ready as she possibly could be and more randy than she would have thought possible. She eased from the bed, careful not to dislodge the plug, and slipped back on her robe. Nervously she padded barefoot into the living room, entering quietly enough that she didn’t disturb the two men who were talking with one another, giving her the opportunity to observe them without their knowledge. Unlike her, neither one of them bothered to slip into anything. Instead they wore matching towels wrapped low around their waists. Her pussy moistened just from looking at them. Her two sexy men. They were like night and day, yet both beautiful in their own right. Without meaning to, she let out a soft moan of appreciation that caught their attention and caused them to look her way. “Come here,” Jack commanded with a come-hither twist of his fingers. Olivia licked her lips nervously as she silently obeyed. She tried her best to put a little extra swagger in her stroll but was hard pressed not to run over and jump giddily into the men’s arms and beg them to have their way with her. She couldn’t help it. The way they watched her with heat-filled gazes made her want to drop to her knees and take them both in her mouth again. Not even in her wildest fantasies did she ever think it was possible to feel this passionate about a person, let alone two. “Don’t the two of you look delicious.” “Nothing compared to you,” Jack said, taking her into his arms. “I missed you.”


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“Already?” she teased, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Always.” He covered her mouth with his. It was a welcome surprise she was far too happy to contribute to. Olivia closed her eyes, parted her lips, and kissed him with all the hunger and love in her soul. Jack responded in kind, wrapping his arms around the small of her back and pulling her in to him. She became lost in his fresh minty taste, but not so gone she forgot the other man in the room. Greg made sure of that by slipping up behind her. He moved her hair to the side and kissed the tender flesh of her nape. Reaching behind her, Olivia cupped Greg’s ass and pulled him in closer against her as his nimble fingers made short work of the belt of her robe. Breaking the kiss, Jack eased his hands into the opening Greg had made by undoing her belt. He slid his hands past her sides and down to her ass. “What took you so long?” His drifting fingers found the answer before her lips could form them. “Good lord,” he growled as he tapped the base of the plug. “What?” Greg asked. “See for yourself.” Greg took hold of the sleeves of the robe and pulled them down her arms and off her body, dropping the silk material to the floor as if it cost no more than the towels wrapped around their waists. He went down to his knees behind her as Jack dug his fingers into her fleshy cheeks and spread her apart, giving Greg the answer to his question. His harsh intake of breath had her trembling. Greg pressed his mouth against the seam of her ass, right above the plug. She gasped and tried to pull away, but was held still by both Greg and Jack’s hands. “Going somewhere, love?” Greg took hold of the handle and twisted the toy inside her as he slowly withdrew it from her. He didn’t leave her empty for long.

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Greg pressed the tip of his tongue to her puckered hole, licking and nipping at her crinkled knot while she held on for dear life to Jack. She moaned and pressed back against him as he tortured her for several delicious seconds before rising to his feet again. “I hope you have more of that lube, ’cause you’re going to need it.” “I do,” she answered, her voice little more than a husky whisper. “Robe pocket, next to the condoms.” “Perfect.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw him retrieve her robe and quickly rummage through it. When he found what he was looking for, he dropped the robe back to the floor and headed over to the couch. His actions were quick and jerky, not at all like the normally urbane man he usually was. “Me thinks the professor is ready,” Jack teased. “You might be right.” Hand in hand they joined Greg, who was sitting on the couch and stood in front of him while he slid on a condom. “Aww,” she murmured, unable to keep the disappointment from her voice. He looked up at her, but kept his hand busy. “What?” “I wanted to do that…” She pouted. “Maybe next time.” He poured a liberal amount of lube on his covered shaft and began to work it up and down his cock. “I’m already walking on a thin line as it is.” “Fuck that,” Jack interrupted. “I’m calling dibs. I’m getting the back door next time.” Next time. The promise in the phrase made her pussy clench and offered her a sense of comfort. This would not be their last time together as a trio. It was just the beginning.


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“Call it all you want, Jack.” Greg tossed the bottle to the side then gestured for Olivia to come to him. “This time is mine.” “Don’t remind me. I’m jealous enough.” Olivia couldn’t have that. She snagged his towel, pulling him to them. “No need for jealousy. There is more than enough of me to go around.” “Not too far around,” Greg chastened, much to her amusement. “Just enough for two. Barely.” Olivia laughed. “Two is more than enough.” “It better be.” Jack pushed her hand aside and released the towel from around his waist. “’Cause we’re not sharing with anyone else.” Her gaze dropped to his shaft, which appeared very happy to see her. She had a hot, hard cock in front of her, and one lubed and ready for her a few feet away. What more could any woman ask for? “You don’t have to.” She was a well-fulfilled woman. Licking her lips, she looked at Greg. “Where do you want me?” Greg stroked his erection. “Right here.” With his free hand he reached for her. “Turn around and put both legs on the outside of mine.” Biting her lip, Olivia held on to Jack and did as Greg commanded her. His legs were so thick she had to stand on her tiptoes to do as he ordered. “Perfect.” With a little help from Jack, Greg positioned her so she straddled his legs with her back against his chest. “I want you to squat down a bit, but don’t sit all the way; ease down until you feel the head of my dick.” Olivia’s stomach tightened. “Okay.” This was what she wanted. What she’d wanted for so long. “Just like that, love. Go lower. Almost there.” “You need some assistance back there?” Jack asked teasingly. “Hell no,” Greg growled.

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“Just trying to lend a hand, buddy.” “You’re a real good bloke. Now keep your hands to yourself and shut up.” Olivia bit back her laughter and tried to concentrate. Greg held tight to his cock, as Jack guided her down. Although this was at her request, Olivia tensed as the slick crown of his erection pressed against her rosette. Despite taking both men on separate occasions anally, she was still nervous. She had never tried anal with her on top. “You’re trembling,” Jack said. “If you tense up, it’s going to hurt.” Olivia was willing to bet it was going to hurt either way, but nevertheless, she tried to relax. “I’m ready.” Bracing herself on the balls of her feet, she began to press down, gasping as the tip of his shaft pushed inside her. The lubrication she’d applied was much appreciated but nothing could completely ease the burning sensation that accompanied backdoor loving. It was a given, but also a price she was willing to pay for the pleasure she’d receive in the end. He was so deep. Instinctively she clenched around him, causing Greg to groan and tighten his hold on her. “Love.” Olivia held Jack’s gaze as Greg’s cock began to fill her. He took his time, slowly impaling her with his thick shaft as Jack looked on with hungry eyes, neither saying anything until she was completely sheathed. “Liv, are you okay?” Jack asked after a few seconds. Dazed, she merely nodded her head. The ache was beginning to recede, replaced with pleasure and the desire for Greg to begin to move. “Do you want to keep going?” Greg asked. “I’ll kill you if you try to stop.” “I’ll take that as a yes,” Jack teased. “What do you think, Professor?” “I think your mouth is supposed to be otherwise occupied.”


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“So right you are.” Jack released his hold on her and sat down in front of them. “Hold still for a moment.” “Easier said than done.” “I bet.” Jack moved in close and inhaled deep. “Smells so good, tastes even better.” Before she could come back with a snappy reply, he put his mouth on her. The second his tongue touched her engorged clit, Olivia lost all rhyme and reason. She instantly became helpless to do anything less than accept the pleasure her two men were doling out. Separately the men were phenomenal in bed, but together they were a force that could not be beat. As clichéd as it was, Olivia felt as if she were going to explode into a million pieces. Her moans filled the room as Greg began to fuck her ass with deep, firm strokes, while Jack feasted from between her legs. Olivia wanted to meet Greg thrust for thrust, but with Jack’s head buried between her legs, she had little say in the matter. She could do nothing but hold herself open and accept their will as if it were her own. She never knew being on top could put her in such a submissive position, forcing her to be at either man’s beck and call, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure she received from leaving everything up to them. She was theirs. Greg and Jack’s to do with as they chose, and even though they were acting out her fantasy, Olivia didn’t doubt for one second she was at their mercy. The enticing aroma of sex permeated the air as she moved her hips in tandem with Greg’s thrusts. Yet no matter how fast she moved or how she shimmied, Jack kept pace with them, licking, nibbling, driving her mad with pleasure.

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“Damn,” Greg growled as he entangled the fingers from one hand in her hair, and gripping her hip with the other. “You’re tight, love. Fucking this sweet arse is my own version of heaven.” “Greg.” Her breath rushed from her throat as his cock powered deeper into her ass. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest. Every one except the most important one, her heart, and as usual she listened to her wisest of allies. “Don’t stop. Either of you. Ever. Please.” “Not going to, love. Not until I fill this sweet, tight hole with my come.” “Fuck.” Greg’s explicit words had her pussy gushing. Olivia writhed under Jack’s oral attention, which caused her to dance on the dick pumping her ass. It didn’t help that Jack purposely held tight to her knees, keeping her wide open for him, giving her no means of escape from his oral assault. When he sucked her engorged nub between his lips, she cried out and grasped his head in her hands, but that didn’t stop him from flicking his tongue in rapid succession over her clit. A move that drove her wild, especially when he added his fingers into the mix, first one and then two, pumping them inside her pussy while Greg’s cock filled her ass. “So good, Olivia.” Greg’s voice washed over her senses. Her body was as taut as a bow and she dug her hands into his hair to pull him closer. Pressure built to an unbearable height. “Oh God,” she cried as her orgasm tore through her. Her body clenched around Greg as she came, dragging him into the river of ecstasy with her. She felt her release pour over Jack’s fingers and into his mouth where he greedily drank her up. Digging his nails into her side, Greg pulled her down onto him, forcefully shoving every last inch of his cock inside her as he came, grinding against her, groaning her name.


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Even though she’d just come, her body tightened, her pussy spasmed, and the most intense pleasure steamrolled over her like a fucking freight train. Jack held faithful to his task, tongue fucking her through the sharp bursts of exquisite pleasure, not stopping his siege on her until she came a second time, this one more painful and even more satisfying than the one before. And as she trembled in the delicious aftermath, Jack rose to his feet in front of her. Panting, he frantically fisted his erection. The red, bulbous head peeked through his closed hand as he worked his shaft vigorously, and then with a loud groan he threw back his head and came. Wave after wave of warm jets of semen splashed over her breasts and belly, sending her soaring once more. The raspy sounds of sated breaths filled the living room as everyone tried to gather themselves together. Olivia especially. She struggled for a moment as she attempted to stand, but her legs were as loose as her morals. She laughed at the thought and rolled her head until her face was pressed into Greg’s neck. He let out a contented sigh and pressed a kiss against her temple. “You okay, love?” “Never…better.” Still smiling, she glanced down the front of her body. She was soaked with sweat and semen. Her hair was a mess and she still had a dick buried in her ass. She was, without a doubt, a hot, fucking mess. “I’m going to need a shower.” Greg moved a bit, which made his cock shift inside her. The unexpected movement caused her to wince. “And then a bath.” Jack leaned forward, grabbed the towel he’d been wearing and handed it to her. “Sore?” “Oh yeah.” Grateful, Olivia accepted it with a smile and began to wipe away the evidence of their tryst. “Very sore.” “But,” Greg questioned, “would you do it again?” She didn’t even hesitate to answer. “In a heartbeat.”

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Several hours later and after another bout of loving, Jack stood in front of the kitchen sink drinking a cup of coffee. It was a little past ten, but his bedmates still lay in the sex-dazed slumber cocoon of their own making. If this was going to keep up, Jack was going to buy stock in a condom company, because at this rate they’d be going through one large box a night. And once again, he didn’t get freaked by the thought of they. The plural them, party of three. He could see this working, he really could, but only if Olivia got a bigger bed, and if Greg bought a pair of those snoring plugs. Either way, he was in it for the long haul, or until Greg gave up first. Olivia was it for Jack and he had no intention of going anywhere. With a heavy sigh, he took a sip of the strong coffee he made and stared out the board-free window into the backyard. When he’d awoken forty minutes ago, he slipped outside to check the weather, pleased to see the storm clouds passing by. As quietly as possible, he’d taken down a few boards off the windows and cracked them open slightly to let in some fresh air. The clean smell of grass and rain now mingled in the room, giving the kitchen a fresh, earthy scent, which was well needed to replace the stench of sex. It was funny, during the actual intercourse the scent was arousing, yet afterwards it was a bit tart. Jack chuckled at the thought and shook his head. “What’s so funny?” a husky voice asked from behind him. Jack turned around and spotted Greg strolling in, looking like death warmed over. “You okay, man?” “Yes,” Greg grumbled as he stole Jack’s cup from his hand. “I am now, anyway.”


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“Hey.” Jack yanked the cup back. “I might have to share my girl, might have to share her bed, but I draw the line at my coffee.” “Selfish bastard,” Greg growled as he went in search of one of his own. Holding tightly to his cup, Jack turned back to the window and stared outside silently. He waited until Greg joined him at the window before speaking again. “Looks as if the worst part is finally behind us.” Greg nodded and brought the cup up to his lips. “Looks like.” Jack waited until the other man took a drink before continuing. “I’m not talking about the weather.” “Neither am I.” “You do realize this is bound to get complicated,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “Two men, one woman. We’re bound to bump heads from time to time.” “We wouldn’t be us if we didn’t.” “True, but it was one thing to share her when we didn’t know each other.” Greg snorted. “Jack, I’ve known everything about you since the moment you started seeing Olivia.” Jack laughed. Of course he did. “Keep your friends close…” “And your enemies even closer.” The turn of phrase didn’t sit well with Jack. Not after everything they’d been through together in the last eighteen hours. Turning sidewise, he faced Greg head on. “I’m not your enemy.” Greg eyed him shrewdly. “True, but you’re also not my friend.” Jack grinned and slapped Greg on the shoulder. “Give me time, old man. I’ll grow on you. Like mold,” he added as an afterthought to liven up the conversation. “How reassuring.”

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Greg’s dry tone only made it all the more amusing to Jack, who couldn’t stop grinning now. “I’m just trying to help. Besides, sharing her is better than trying to make her choose.” Greg glanced down at his coffee. “I see that now.” He didn’t appear to be any happier with that revelation than Jack had been when he came to it. The most telling part though, was even after they figured it out, neither of them took off. They stuck around, which left only one alternative, since making her choose was a no-go. “The other option, of course, is you could walk away.” Greg looked up and frowned. “Or you could.” “Or not.” Jack eyed the other man and sighed. Greg wasn’t going to go; Jack wasn’t going to go. Neither one of them seemed all that disturbed about how things went last night, which left only one path, for things to keep going in this fashion. Since that was the case, it left Jack with just one thing to do. He held out his hand to Greg. “Frienemies.” Greg looked down at his hand for a moment then took it. “Frienemies,” he said with a firm shake. They both let out a relieved sigh and released each other’s hand. Greg turned to lean against the sink and gave Jack a knowing look from between lowered eyelids. “But this doesn’t mean we’ll be taking long walks in the rain together or washing each other’s backs in the shower.” Jack arched a brow. “I’ll try to keep my disappointment to a minimum.” “See that you do.” “Goodness.” Olivia walked into the room, with a smile as bright as the sunshine. “The storm is over.” The two men shared a look before turning back to their woman. Their woman. “Yes, love, it is.”


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Olivia let out a thankful sigh. “Good. I’m glad that’s over. I wasn’t sure my heart could take it much longer.” “Or your pussy and ass,” Jack teased. Olivia walked over to him and plucked the coffee cup from his hand. “I think my pussy and ass are officially storm-proof. The three of us can weather any storm.” “The three of you?” Greg asked. “You mean your pussy, your arse and you? “No.” Olivia rotated her finger in a circle motion to include both men and herself. “I mean the three of us.” “We’re an us now,” Jack teased. “What do you think of that, Professor?” “I think…” Greg paused. “I think I like the sound of us.” Olivia slipped into his arms. “I know I do.” She turned so she was leaning against Greg and facing Jack. “What about you? You okay with three? For now anyway.” “For now.” Jack looked over at Greg and caught the other man staring intently at him. It was a look that did something low in Jack’s stomach. Something he wasn’t ready to deal with just yet. But he would, and soon, but for now… “Three sounds good.”

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About the Author – Lena Matthews

Lena Matthews spends her days dreaming about handsome heroes and her nights with her own personal hero. Married to her college sweetheart, she is the proud mother of two beautiful daughters, three evil dogs, and a mess of ants that she can’t seem to get rid of. When not writing she can be found reading, watching movies, lifting up the cushions on the couch to look for batteries for the remote control and plotting different ways to bring Buffy back on the air. You can contact Lena through her website: www.lenamatthews.com

About the Author – Liz Andrews

Liz Andrews is a critically acclaimed, multi-published author who enjoys writing erotic romance almost as much as she enjoys reading it. A romantic at heart, Liz is a fierce believer in happily ever after and heroes who make the heart swoon. When not writing, the Ohio native enjoys reading, going to the movies and hosting dinner parties for her friends. Check out her website at www.lizandrews.net, her yahoo group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TheLenaandLizShow/ or you can email her directly at [email protected].

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All she wants for Christmas is him. All he wants is everything…for her.

Priceless

© 2011 Lena Matthews Urban Fairytales, Book 3 As Christmas bears down on Eric Athers’s empty wallet, one question plagues him: What to get the love of his life when he has less than nothing? It doesn’t help that his wife, Nia, who works extra shifts to support him through his medical residency, practically glows with holiday spirit. Her determination to put the “Merry” in Merry Christmas only serves as a painful reminder of everything he’s unable to provide for her. Nia loves her husband to distraction, and she can’t for the life of her figure out how someone so smart can be so dumb when it comes to something as simple as a little holiday. Christmas is so much more than presents and shopping malls. All she has to do is show her own personal Scrooge that the best gifts come from the heart. Warning: This story is guaranteed to melt your snowman. Enjoy the following excerpt for Priceless: Eric’s words were so unexpected it took a minute for his meaning to sink in. “Decorate me.” Nia licked her lips, and she took a few steps back. “That sounds a bit…kinky.” “Your point is…?” Her throat suddenly felt very dry. “Yeah…not sure I have one,” she admitted, still a little floored by Eric’s suggestion. Although he hadn’t been her

first lover, he was definitely the most passionate and inventive. “What exactly do you mean though?” “What I said.” Nia glanced over at the box on the floor then back at her husband. He couldn’t really mean… “Are we talking star on head, ornaments on nipples, decorate?” “Well…” Eric tilted his head to the side, a contemplative look on his face. “Not star on head.” But nipples and stuff were apparently fair game. “Oh,” she said after a few seconds, because she really had no comeback for that. “Any objections?” She blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “The hooks might scratch a bit.” “Possibly, but I promise to kiss it better.” Without waiting for her to reply, Eric made his way over to the box which held the leftovers. He picked up the box and carried it to the table, setting it down with a resounding thump. Carefully, as was his way, he began to sort through the remaining decorations. “Hmmm…looks like we have lots to choose from.” Words escaped her. He was absolutely serious. One second he’d been dogging her tree, the next talking about using her as a tree. Nia shook her head in amazement. Every time she thought she had a handle on her husband he would do or say something completely out of character. Some days she wasn’t sure who she was married to—the focused, studious, determined doctor, or the sensual, dominating, erotic lover. Nia was torn between wanting to say hell no, and her desire to do every depraved thing he hinted at. No, that wasn’t true, she wasn’t torn at all. “What about rules? I think we should have them.”

“Fair enough.” Eric strolled over to the oven. Warm air burst from the door as he opened the appliance, taking a bit of the sting out of the room. They’d learned quickly to use that part of the stove as a heating source when they were in the kitchen. “First rule, I make all the rules.” Nia crossed her arms over her breasts, not because she was upset, but in hopes of hiding her nipples, which instantly hardened at his words. “Sounds…” she cleared her throat before continuing, “…like a game we’ve played before.” Eric switched on the burners on the stove, then turned, facing her once more. “We’ve never played this.” “Maybe not, but the rules are always the same.” With a wicked little smile on his lips, he walked over to her, stopping only when he was standing directly in front of her. “Because they make you wet.” He was so close she had to drop her arms or risk having them pinned. “Don’t they?” His voice was low and rich and held not an ounce of compromise in it. “Maybe.” Standing this close to him, with the heat seeping into the room, she began to feel a little lightheaded. His delicious, heady aroma filled the air around her and toyed with her senses, much in the way the man standing in front of her did with her libido. “You don’t play fair,” she said after a moment. “I play to win.” “What do you consider a win?” “The sweet sound you make when you come.” His words took her aback. Damn he was good. “You should have been a lawyer.” “Then do I have your consent to drive you out of your mind?” “Yes.” “Good. First things first.” Eric slipped his hand under her sweater and cupped her butt. “Take everything off.”

“But it’s still chilly in here.” Nia tried to focus on his words and not the lazy pattern his fingers were making on her behind. “I promise you this.” His voice was soft, his breath warm as he lowered his lips to kiss right below her left ear—one of the many spots on her body he’d found that could turn her to mush when toyed with just right. “You won’t be cold for long, and you’ll never look at Christmas decorations the same way again.” With his lips on her neck once more and his hands on her hips, cold was the very last thing Nia felt. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access and surrendered to the moment, to the man and to the delicious tremors he sent through her body with the barest of his touches. “Sunshine.” Nia opened her eyes, drunkenly raised her head and peered at her husband. “Yes?” “Take off everything then sit here on the table.” There wasn’t even a need to reply. Nia obeyed while he watched with lustfilled eyes. Eric was quiet the entire time she undressed, silent but attentive. She felt his gaze heavy on her even when she bent over to slip off her shoes and step out of her pants and panties. When she was wearing nothing but her grandmother’s heirloom, silverfiligree, garnet-pendant necklace, she placed her hand on her hip and stood proudly in front of him. She was going for a sexy come-hither look, but the shiver she let out and the goose bumps that broke out all over her arms instantly ruined it. The only thing remotely sexy about her now was how her nipples were erect, but even that had more to do with the crisp air than their naughty game. “Waiting for you to warm me.”

Eric picked her up and set her next to the box on the table. “You mean these dark berries didn’t come out to play just for me?” he asked as he ran his hands up and down her arms, giving a little warmth to her chilled limbs. “Traitorous bitches.” “I think I might have to teach them a lesson, but first.” Eric let her go and pulled a Santa hat out of the box. He dangled the red fabric with the white trim in the air and smiled in his devilish way. Chill forgotten, Nia was ready for the fun. “Oh, Santa, I’ve been a very naughty girl.” “I hope so, but it’s not for me.” To her surprise, Eric set the hat in her lap and reached up behind her with both hands to free her hair from her ponytail. He tossed the band over his shoulder as if it were of no importance then ran his fingers through her thick strands. When it was down on her shoulders, Eric picked up the hat from her lap and arranged it on her head. When it was situated just right, he took a step away to admire his work. “Perfect. You might make a Christmas lover out of me yet.” “I do what I can for the cause.” “Good. Do you trust me?” “Absolutely,” she answered without hesitation. Eric pulled roughly an arm’s length of wide silver ribbon off its spool, then took out a pair of scissors he’d found stored in the box. He turned the shears until the sharp part was pointing toward himself and handed them to Nia. “Cut right there.” It only took one snip to slice through the material, but when she was done, he took the scissors away and set them along with the remaining ribbon on the table next to her. “I’m going to blindfold you now.”

“I—” “Do you trust me?” he asked again, just as patiently as he had the first time. They’d played trust games before, and Nia knew if she wanted to quit at any time, all she had to do was say so. “With my life.” Nia closed her eyes, but then promptly opened them to give Eric a warning glare. “But if I hear one click from a camera, you’re a dead man.” His lips twitched as if he were trying not to smile. “Duly noted.” Content, she closed her eyes again and held still as he used the ribbon to blindfold her. The thin material was in no way the correct size for something like this. If she wanted, Nia could very well blink her eyes a couple of times to move it about so she could see, but that would ruin the game. So instead she held still as he tied the ribbon behind her head, before covering the back of the satin material with the bottom of the Santa hat. “Now clasp your hands together behind your back.” “Looks as if someone is getting into the Christmas spirit after all,” she said as she did as he requested. “Oh yeah, I’m feeling all kinds of jolly.” Being unable to see, she tried her best to figure out what he was up to. She had a general idea that was confirmed when she heard the scissors cut through another piece of fabric. Then, as she’d expected, her hands were gathered behind her and tied together with what felt like ribbon. Nia wiggled her fingers and moved her wrists back and forth, testing the bonds, but they didn’t give. “Satisfied, Kinky Klause?” “Close.” The sharp sound of something being pulled across the floor startled her. She jerked and almost lost her balance, but as usual, Eric came to her rescue and helped her right herself. “Careful.”

“I’d be more careful if I knew what was going on.” “Yeah.” The scraping sound grew closer. “But where’s the fun in that?” “What are you…?” Before she could finish her sentence, Eric lifted her leg then set her foot on what felt like one of the kitchen chairs. Her hearing, extra sensitive now that her sight was restricted, detected the nimble snip of the scissors. Frowning, she tried to figure out what he was up to, but before she could ask, Eric placed her leg against the back of the cool chair and then tied her ankle to it. As soon as he was done, he lifted her free foot and placed it in a similar fashion, securing her to a second chair. “Eric,” she whispered. “Shh…” Eric took hold of her hips and pulled her dangerously close to the edge of the table. Her feeling of vulnerability increased tenfold as he pushed the two chairs out a bit, forcing her legs to spread lewdly. Silence was something she could not do. Nia knew he was her husband and he’d seen parts of her body she’d never even seen, but this just seemed vulgar, for her to be spread open, exposed before him. “Eric…this is just…” “Just the beginning.”

Sometimes you just have to come right out and ask the question.

Best of Both Worlds © 2011 Liz Andrews

After months of exploring his bisexuality on his own, college student Chase Randolph is ready for a night out on the town—all the way “out”. He never expected Alex Landry to witness his first experimental sexual encounter, though. Chase has been attracted to his best friend and roommate forever, but one thing is sure: Alex is straight. So straight, he’s never caught on to Chase’s mixed tastes. Alex assures Chase they will always be friends, but privately, his own reaction shocks him. An ex-jock isn’t supposed to fantasize about his roommate. Not supposed to need another man’s kiss so badly it makes him sweat. He was prepared to change direction after his football career ended before it began, but change this drastically? As Chase and Alex struggle to come to terms with the changes in their relationship, jealousy pushes friendship to the brink—of disaster…or love. Warning: No heaving bosoms here, just two gorgeous guys, lots of muscles and some closet doors banging wide open. Enjoy the following excerpt for Best of Both Worlds: “Wha—” There was no way Chase could have heard correctly. Alex couldn’t have just declared he wanted to be fucked by Chase. Oh hell no. His friend was as straight as they came. And although he might want things to be different, that wasn’t going to change. The two men stared at each other, caught in the moment, frozen in time. Alex reacted first, turning and exiting the gazebo, his cane thumping on the wooden steps as he made his way down.

“Alex, wait…” Finally moving, Chase followed his friend, but Alex continued to hobble across the yard as if he couldn’t hear him. “Damn it, we’ve been friends for too long for you to just leave like this.” Chase’s long strides were beginning to catch up to the other man, but just when he thought he reached him, the French doors opened and Taylor walked out onto the patio. “Hey, Chase,” he called out, “what’s happening?” Ignoring the younger man, Chase grabbed Alex’s arm. “Damn it, Alex, stop and talk to me.” Alex shook him off and kept walking. “Everything okay here?” Taylor’s earlier jovial tone was now filled with concern. Chase watched with dismay as Alex reached the French doors and opened them to enter the house, never once turning around to look at Chase. “Yeah, fine, everything is just fine.” “No offense, man, but you are like the worst liar ever.” Chase reached up to pinch at the bridge of his nose in a lame attempt to fight off the headache he could feel beginning to throb in his temples. “My friend, he…” How did he explain that Alex had thrown him the biggest curve ball in his life? “We were arguing.” “Yeah, I kind of figured that one out.” Taylor snorted, walked over to a nearby seat and flopped onto the chaise lounge. “The dude looked majorly pissed, no doubt about it.” Chase walked over to the table and chairs next to the lounger and took a seat as well. “If anyone should be pissed it’s me. First he interrupts a private conversation, practically starts a fight, and then decides to drop a bombshell on me.” “Well, if the truth be told, I didn’t just come out here on a whim. Dmitri asked me to check on things after Alex said he was looking for you. When I ran

into Oliver on my way out, well, I thought it might be prudent for there to be a third party around, just in case.” “Just in case what?” “No one would come back to our parties if they thought gay bashing was going on.” Chase shook his head. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. Alex isn’t prejudiced.” “Then what was that fight about? Because Oliver was pretty damned sure Alex wanted to take his head off.” Even to himself Chase found it hard to explain. How was he going to explain it to someone else? “Alex wasn’t happy I was out in the gazebo with Oliver. In fact…” He released a heavy sigh before continuing. “He was jealous.” Taylor cocked his head and quirked an eyebrow. “Jealous how, exactly?” That was the question of the hour. “At first I thought he didn’t appreciate the fact I was making new friends. But…” “But what?” “I made an off-hand comment, and Alex said something that shocked the shit right out of me.” “He wants you as much as you want him.” For the second time that night Chase was stunned into silence. Taylor chuckled. “Oh, come on, it’s pretty obvious there’s some majorly suppressed sexual tension between the two of you. Besides, although I didn’t specifically notice it, Andre mentioned Alex had been watching your every move all night.” “I…” Chase’s mind was whirling. How was it possible he hadn’t noticed Alex’s attention? And after Alex’s comment in the gazebo, it suddenly shone a whole new light on their situation. Chase’s bedrock views were now skewed; he didn’t know what to believe anymore.

“You look like you’ve been hit with a ton of bricks. Didn’t you know he was interested in you?” “Hell no, I didn’t know. He’s straight.” Chase continued to mouth what he’d always believed, even though the truth of the matter had been thrown back at him just moments before. Taylor chuckled and shook his head. “Dude, both you and I know better than anyone that you can’t dictate who you become attracted to. Maybe he didn’t know you were what he wanted until that option was off the table.” “That option was never on the table. We didn’t have that kind of relationship. We were truly just friends.” “Okay, first, you didn’t have that kind of relationship? Has something changed?” Chase flushed at Taylor’s instinctive observation, but didn’t answer as Taylor continued to speak. “And second, as far as being friends, haven’t you ever heard about friends who turn into lovers? Besides, you fell for him. Why is it so hard to believe he wouldn’t reciprocate?” Taylor’s words had Chase thinking about his relationship with Alex in a whole new light. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Jesus, I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. Alex has always been a good friend, but once I accepted I liked men as much as women, he was…well, someone I knew I was attracted to. But I also knew he would never return those feelings and I was okay with that.” “Never say never. Alex cares about you and it’s a lot more than pure friendship.” “I know,” Chase whispered. Alex’s confession had shocked the hell out of him, but it was obvious things had changed. “So, something did happen.” Chase nodded. “After Oliver left, we argued and then…Alex blurted out he wanted me.”

“You need to talk to him.” Taylor sat up. “He’s probably totally confused right now—about a lot of things.” Confused—that explained how Chase was feeling as well. “I don’t know what to say to him.” “How about being honest with him, tell him how you feel.” “I always thought that would send him running immediately in the opposite direction.” “Guess you don’t need to worry about that anymore.” Taylor stood and stretched. “And now that I’ve done my Dr. Phil impression for the night, I think I’m going back into the party.” Chase stuck out his hand. “Thanks man. I appreciate the advice.” “No problem.” Taylor took his hand, but instead of shaking it, he pulled Chase into his embrace and gave him a quick hug before releasing him. “You want me to give your goodbyes to the guys?” “Yes, please.” “Good luck, man.” Taylor walked through the French doors and back to the party. “Thanks.” Chase didn’t bother to follow him inside. Instead walked around the outside of the house to the front. It was time to confront Alex.

It’s not the age. It’s the attitude—and a healthy dose of kink.

Birthday Girl

© 2012 Natasha Moore Paolo’s Playhouse, Book 3 For Shannon, turning thirty means getting serious. Responsible. Old. She can’t help dreading the day she has to leave her spontaneous, crazy, young selfimage behind. Then there are all those unfulfilled items on her to-do list, like that threesome she and her husband, Ty, used to fantasize about. It fell by the wayside, right along with their neglected bag of sex toys. Her birthday dinner starts out like any other…then her present arrives at the table. Marc, an old college friend, whose edgy persona tickles her in all the right places. And that’s not all. Ty’s reserved a room at Paolo’s Playhouse—for all three of them. By the time the playroom door closes behind them, Ty’s and Marc’s intimate touches and wicked whispers have roused her hormones to a fever pitch. But when kiss comes to nipple clamps, Shannon’s not sure she has the courage to step off the edge of fantasy and fall headlong into reality… Warning: Two sexy men focused on pleasing one lucky woman. Wild, anything-goes loving complete with toys your mother never wanted you to know about. You’re welcome! Enjoy the following excerpt for Birthday Girl: Was she really going to let Marc touch her the way she’d always dreamed about? Wouldn’t that be a betrayal to Tyler and their marriage? But this was Ty’s idea. Or rather, his gift to her because it had been her idea.

She took another sip of champagne and listened to them talk about other friends. Who was doing what. Where they’d ended up. Who was married. Who wasn’t. She tried to pay attention to their conversation, but her mind kept wandering to what the evening might hold. She kept watching the men on either side of her. Tyler’s hand now roamed up her arm, the long strokes almost seemed to be meant to gentle her, to calm her. Could he tell she was reacting to Marc? But it wasn’t just Marc she was reacting to, of course. She’d been aroused by Tyler all evening, still was, always would be. But she was sandwiched between two incredible men, one light, one dark. One familiar, one a memory. Their musky scents mingled in the air surrounding her. The flickering candlelight shifted the shadows around them, making her feel even more unsettled. Her body began to tremble and she set the flute down on the table. No more champagne for her. “I’m afraid we’ve been ignoring this beautiful woman between us,” Marc said suddenly. His dark gaze ran over her and her nipples prickled again beneath the thin blouse. “I’m sorry, Shannon, this is your night.” He leaned toward her, placed his large, hot hand over hers. “I’ve been monopolizing Ty’s attention.” “Th-that’s all right,” she murmured. She glanced over at Tyler, guilt from her reaction heating her face. But how exactly was she supposed to react to a man who was going to be the other part of their threesome? “No, it’s inexcusable.” Marc scooted closer to her, his thigh almost touching hers. “With such a delightful woman between us, how could we think about anything else?” He didn’t lift his hand from hers, instead he turned her hand over and began to stroke her palm and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist as Tyler had been doing. As Ty continued to do on her other hand.

Her skin was so sensitive, each stroke sent shivers rippling through her body and collecting between her legs. Her beaded nipples felt as if they were poking holes through her blouse. She couldn’t move as the two hot male bodies pressed in on either side of her, their hands smoothly moving from her wrists to bare shoulders and back down again. Tyler leaned in and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” He brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “We’re going to make this so good for you.” She was so hot. The heat from two large male bodies seeped into her. While her mind was still reeling with the ramifications of their hands on her, her body had no qualms enjoying every single stroke. Marc leaned forward to look into her eyes as he brushed her long brown hair away from her face. “It’s great to see you again, Shannon. Did you know I used to want to touch you like this? Do you know many times I almost did?” “No. Why didn’t you?” She would have let him. “Because you were my friend. There were lots of hot women I wanted to touch, but I didn’t have to worry about losing their friendship.” He brushed his fingers lightly over her cheekbone. “But tonight, for a little while, I can live out one of my fantasies too.” She shot another quick glance at Tyler. He didn’t seem to be upset to hear that Marc had been attracted to her. She recognized the unmistakable arousal in his eyes, though. Did the sight of Marc touching her turn him on? “What about you, Ty? What do you get out of this tonight?” He leaned over and kissed her. “Are you kidding? I get to give my wife a gift I know she will enjoy. How often can a husband say that?” Joyful laughter bubbled up, lightening her spirits. She kissed him back. “Okay, I’m in.”

Tyler and Marc looked at each other and it seemed as if they spoke silently across the table. “Great,” Ty said, his voice a little lower, a little slower. “Do you agree to give yourself over to us then? To let us give you pleasure for your birthday?” Chills of arousal rained over her. “Yes.” Marc nodded. “Starting right now, okay?” They were still in a public place, a busy restaurant. Even though their booth was shadowed, tucked into the far corner, there were still people sitting around them, waiters keeping an eye on their needs. How far could they really go? “Okay.”

Unwrapping these gifts could get a girl in a world of trouble.

What She Craves © 2010 Anne Rainey

Cape May, Book 2 Tory Jeffries likes things simple. A modest home, a web design business, easygoing men. Except there’s never one around when she needs one—and she needs a date for the event of the year, her friend Con Walker’s annual Christmas party. Not that she couldn’t go alone, but spending the evening as a third wheel doesn’t appeal. When her old friend Devon Mason turns up dateless as well, she anticipates a fun evening with her flirty, bad-boy buddy. Then Devon and Con offer her a Christmas treat that her inner slut begs her not to refuse. A night with both delicious, muscular men. In Con’s bed. Naked. After growing up together with an up-close-and-personal view of life’s ugly side, it doesn’t surprise Devon and Con that they’ve fallen for the same woman. They’ve watched her date men who aren’t nearly good enough for her, and now it’s time to show the fiery blonde just how perfectly she fits in their sinful fantasy sandwich. When they take their first long, slow taste, something extraordinary happens. They fall in love. Now all they have to do is convince their suddenly skittish princess that fairy tales can come true… Warning: This book contains one sassy heroine getting two tasty alpha heroes for Christmas. Expect some crazy hot m/f/m sex and a Christmas Eve party that’ll blow your stockings clean off. Enjoy the following excerpt for What She Craves:

Tory snorted and sat back in her chair. “You can’t be serious, Summer. It’s your first Christmas with Gage. I’m not crashing that little party, no matter how many times you ask.” Inwardly, Tory cringed. How pathetic, having her best friend take pity on her on Christmas Eve. It made her feel like a little lost orphan or something. Even though Summer didn’t mean it that way, Tory still wanted to crawl under the rug. Or better yet, have some handsome man walk through her front door and sweep her away. Sort of the way Gage had come into Summer’s life. He’d brought life back into her friend’s eyes. Tory was grateful to him for that. A little envious that she didn’t have a guy treating her as if she hung the moon, sure, but happy for Summer. Gage was exactly what Summer needed. The death of Seth, Summer’s first husband, had put the woman into a deepfreeze. Gage had come along and thawed her out. Summer reached across the table and swatted her hand. “Don’t be so difficult. Gage said he’d love to have you over, and you know I always enjoy your company.” Tory forced a smile to her lips as she picked up her mug and sipped her hot coffee. The temperature was in the teens outside, and it wasn’t much warmer in her drafty kitchen. As she looked around, taking in the nearly fifty-year-old house, Tory sighed. It’d been her grandmother’s house until she’d passed away and left everything she owned to her only granddaughter. Tory knew she should renovate the old two-story, but she couldn’t bring herself to change even the color of the paint, as hard as the bright yellow was on the eyes, much less let some construction crew tromp around getting drywall dust all over her Nana’s prized area rug. Her grandfather had bought the oval rug when he’d had to go overseas on a business trip. It wasn’t the most beautiful thing, with the pukegreen-and-rust floral print, but her grandmother had loved it, cherished it. No,

Tory thought with fondness, the house would stay as it was, well-loved, if a little drafty at times. Tory took another sip of her coffee and desperately tried to come up with a logical reason why she couldn’t spend the evening with the lovebirds, when the phone rang. Ah, saved! Tory set her cup back down and stood. By the time she’d reached the living room, the phone had rung twice more. She grabbed it from the cradle and said, “Hello?” “Hey, sugar. What’s up?” Tory smiled as a little tingle skated down her spine. She’d recognize that devilish voice anywhere. One of her best buds, Devon Mason. Sweet, funny, cute as hell and just ornery enough to make her forget the little pity party she’d been throwing herself. “Hi, handsome. Not much, just talking to Summer.” Tory walked back into the kitchen to find Summer rinsing her cup and setting it in the sink. Devon groaned. “Is she still trying to get you to go to her place tonight?” “Yes,” Tory bit out, as she picked up her own cup and brought it to the sink. “Nothing quite like watching new lovers to make you feel like a total loser during the holidays, huh?” Tory turned and leaned against the counter, Summer’s gaze glued to hers. “Uh, yeah. Something like that.” “So, how about you come with me instead?” Instantly perking up, Tory asked, “You’re going to Con’s party?” Their mutual friend Con Walker held an annual Christmas party. The event was talked about for weeks beforehand and months afterwards. No expense was spared when Con threw a party. She’d gone every year and always had the time of her life. This time around, she had no date. Going alone seemed…beyond sad.

She heard what sounded like shuffling papers in her ear, then Devon said, “Wouldn’t miss it.” Summer motioned to the other room, indicating she was going to the bathroom. Tory nodded. Once alone in the kitchen, she asked, “And you don’t have a date? That surprises me, Devon.” Devon made a tsking sound into the phone. “I wouldn’t ask you if I had a date.” He paused, then added, “And why should that surprise you? It’s not like I’m a player, Tory.” Okay, now she felt bad. “That’s not what I meant. It’s just that you always have a date at Con’s Christmas Eve Gala.” “So do you, sugar. But I figured since we’re both available this year, it couldn’t hurt to go together, right?” It did sound like fun. Tory always enjoyed Devon’s company. And Con, though not as playful and flirtatious as Devon, made for some damned interesting company, she admitted to herself. Where Devon tended to be the impulsive jokester, Con’s personality leaned more toward quiet and intense. Together they never failed to entertain her. As Summer came back into the room, Tory made her decision. “What time are you picking me up?” She heard Devon chuckle. “Be ready at seven, sugar.” “Okay.” A little shiver ran through her. Crazy as it seemed, she was nervous. It’s not a date. He’s one of your best guy friends, nothing more. Get a grip. “Good. And Tory?” “Yeah?” “I have a feeling this is going to be a Christmas Eve we’ll both remember for years to come.”

Devon’s warm voice uttering such a wicked promise had Tory frowning and staring at the phone. What was that about? By the time she managed to think up a witty reply, all she heard was a dial tone. “You’ve made plans, haven’t you?” Summer’s soft voice tore Tory out of her musings. She clicked end on the phone and placed it on the counter beside her. “Devon is taking me to Con’s. He’s picking me up at seven.” Tory mentally ran through her entire closet and cursed. “What is it?” “I don’t have squat to wear. I need to go shopping.” Tory grinned and bobbed her eyebrows. “Want to hit the mall?” Summer clapped her hands together. “I see cappuccinos and sexy dresses in our very near future.” Tory laughed. “Sweet. Let me get changed and we’ll see if we can’t find something that’ll knock the guys right on their asses.” “Guys? You and Devon are just friends though, right?” That stopped her. Friends. “Of course. I just meant, you know, if there are any single guys at the party.” “Uh-huh.” Tory turned and nearly ran from the kitchen. She was going to a party with a friend. She’d have a few drinks, laugh a little, then come home. A nice evening out. That’s all there was to it. A little voice in the back of her mind kept blathering on about Devon’s sensual voice and the promise he’d uttered. That little voice needed to shut the hell up already.

Devon sat back in his chair and stared at the phone, a sense of anticipation stirring his blood. Tonight would be the night. It had to be. He’d waited long enough. He picked up the phone again and dialed another number. “Tell me you have good news.” Devon smiled at the frustration in Con’s voice. “She’s coming,” he said, putting his friend out of his misery. “I’m picking her up at seven.” He heard Con let out a breath. “Damn. I can’t believe it’s finally happening.” “Easy, Con.” Devon felt compelled to issue the small warning. “She’s only agreed to accompany me as a friend. Nothing more.” “I know, but I’m still trying to think positive here. Don’t piss on my parade.” Devon chuckled and crossed his legs at the ankles. “No one is pissing on anyone’s parade, but we need to take this slow. I don’t want her hurt.” “And you think I do?” Flicking a glance at his office door, ensuring no one was around, he replied, “No. It’s just that Tory is going to be shocked when she finds out we both want her. That we’ve both ached to be more than her good buddies for the past three years. If I had to guess, I’d say she’s never been with two guys at once. Much less two guys she’s viewed as mere friends.” The more he thought about it, the more his gut churned. “Christ, she’s so damn innocent.” “Especially compared to the two of us, is that what you’re saying?” Con’s anger seeped through the phone. “We’re a hell of a lot more experienced, and you know it. Already I feel like the big bad wolf luring the sweet little girl with the promise of candy.” “Damn it, Devon, we’re not wolves and she’s not a little girl. This isn’t about getting laid. It’s about finally having Tory all to ourselves. This is the best opportunity we’re going to get.”

Rock You Like a Hurricane

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A Girl Like You

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A Girl Like You

A Stranger Like You

A Girl Like You

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A Girl Like You

You or Someone Like You

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Nothing Like You

Someone Like You

Dead Like You

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As You Like It

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