THREE OF A KIND
(The Complete Print Collection of Going All In, Raising the Stakes and Full House)
She made sure that was exactly how Jay found her. On her knees, on the carpet, with her lips wrapped around Hunter’s shaft.
God, he tasted good. Clean and musky, with an occasional salty drop for flavor.
Hunter lay on the bed with his legs hanging over the side. His upper body rested on his arms so he could watch Julia at work. The air was filled with his soft, encouraging murmurs.
Julia’s one hand held the base of his penis, the other caressed his balls. His cock was slightly thicker than Jay’s, but just as delectable.
Julia felt someone’s gaze on her back and turned to find Jay standing butt-naked by the bathroom door.
“Fuck,” he swore hoarsely and strode over to the bed where he dropped to his knees beside Julia.
She swirled her tongue around the tip of Hunter’s dick, watching Jay’s face the entire time.
“Jesus, Jules,” Jay gasped. “If I thought I fancied you before, I reckon I’m falling in love with you now.” He did not take his gaze off her mouth.
Her heart lurched beneath her breast, but she forced herself not to get too excited by his words, no matter how much she loved him. After all, they were being said in the heat of passion. Nevertheless, still holding Hunter’s cock in her hand, she lifted her face to Jay’s, inviting him to kiss her.
He did so, hungrily, and when he pulled away and motioned for her to return to Hunter, her lips were swollen and puffy.
Hunter let out a loud groan. “I reckon I’m falling pretty damn hard myself.”
He dropped backwards onto the bed as Julia sucked his cock into her mouth again, tickled pink by his confession. She loved Hunter too. She had for the last four months. Once again she warned herself not to get her hopes up. There was very little a man wouldn’t say when a woman knelt at his feet.
Hunter flung an arm over his eyes and thrust his hips upwards, filling her mouth. She had to relax every muscle in her throat to fit his dick in.
Jay breathed heavily beside her. “Watching you blow Hunter is giving me a hard-on from hell.”
Julia smiled around Hunter’s shaft and stilled his movements with her hand. She drew away from him then dipped her head back to lick off the precome that leaked from his cock head. Without swallowing, she turned back to Jay and offered him her mouth. She was mildly surprised by the greed with which Jay kissed her, licking the offering from her tongue. Mildly surprised and majorly aroused.
She squeezed another drop from Hunter and repeated the process. This time when Jay’s lips met hers, he groaned low in his throat.
Keeping her gaze on Jay’s face, she held Hunter’s dick in her hand and licked it from the base up to the tip and then back down again. Twice she did it, and then a third time, conscious of Jay staring, his eyes glazed with hunger.
Perhaps it took her a few seconds to see the truth because her glasses were off. But once she noticed it, she couldn’t deny the fact. It wasn’t just her mouth Jay ogled. It was Hunter’s penis as well. Hunter’s delectable penis.
She licked the head of his dick and then paused to watch Jay.
He licked his lips.
She did it again
He licked his lips again.
Her pussy tightened.
Jay wanted Hunter’s dick.
Ever so slowly she raised her head. While still holding Hunter’s shaft, she tilted it, offering it to Jay.
Jay didn’t move an inch. Indecision flashed across his face, made obvious by his frown.
Julia pursed her lips and sucked Hunter into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down, making him mumble on the bed. She watched Jay while she feasted.
He watched Hunter’s dick.
When he bit his lower lip and his tongue flashed over it, soothing the reddened spot, Julia pulled away, and once again offered him Hunter’s penis.
This time he faltered for a second. Then he leaned over and swiped his tongue over the tip of the proffered cock.
Blood raced to Julia’s head, making her dizzy. In her entire life she had never seen anything as mesmerizing.
Jay did it again and then again.
Hunter writhed and his hips surged up, as though asking for more.
Jay obliged. Tentatively he opened his mouth and lowered his lips over Hunter’s shaft. They touched Julia’s fingers, and she released her grasp on Hunter, giving Jay free rein.
Hunter let out a long breath. His arm still covered his eyes, but his lower body was moving now, thrusting up into Jay’s mouth.
God, Julia thought, stunned. She was watching Jay go down on Hunter. A man on a man. The one man she loved doing the other man she loved. It was shocking. Scandalous. It was outrageous. And fascinating. And hot. Oh, dear Lord, the very sight turned her on almost more than sleeping with both of them did.
Julia pushed her hand against her pussy, hoping to ease the sudden ache between her legs. Desire burned within, growing hotter as Jay devoured Hunter. Jay’s face was a study in concentration. His eyes were closed, as though he relished the experience. With each bob of his head, Jay’s confidence seemed to grow, his movements became faster, his expression more intent.
She closed her other hand around Jay’s penis, stunned to find it harder than ever, with a vein pulsing tangibly through it.
“Jules,” Hunter cried. “Fuck, Jules!” he flung his head from side to side, his eyes still closed.
“That feels unbelievable.”
Jay froze. His eyes popped open.
“No.” Hunter panted. “Christ, don’t stop.”
Megan stood in the doorway.
She was a mess.
Her hair stood in disarray, her dress was crumpled. Tears streaked down her scarlet cheeks and her gaze was wild, a mixture of horror, confusion and despair.
“Alex…” His name was a guttural moan.
He bolted off the chair. His knees jerked as he straightened. Warning prickles tapped at his spine. What the…
She launched herself at him, her words tumbling from her mouth as she threw her arms around him. “Alex. I’m so sorry. God, so sorry. I didn’t mean for… Please, you have to know I love you. Have to believe it. I do, I love you.”
Before he had a chance to answer, she kissed him. Her lips begged his for a response, pleaded for his forgiveness. For what?
He stood immobile, his arms suspended in the air. Did he hold her, hug her? Did he kiss her back?
God, how could he not?
“I love you, Al. I swear.” Her mouth was frenetic.
He couldn’t help himself. He kissed her, drowned in the pleasure her mouth evoked, even as her apology worried the back of his mind. He held her waist, pulling her closer. Her skin was hot to the touch, burning, and her nipples were hard points against his chest. This was Megan at her most aroused. A woman unable to step away from the spiral of hunger that whirled within her. A woman who wanted and needed and desired. This was a Megan he recognized. A woman half-sated sexually and half-mad with need.
The half-mad with need he could deal with, he could resolve. The sexual satiation? It made him want to fucking murder someone.
The roar came from behind Megan. She twirled around in his arms.
“You don’t get to do that with him.” Des’s protest bellowed through the room. “Not after what you just did with me.”
“Des.” Megan’s cry ripped through Alex’s heart. She pulled away from him and stepped into the other man’s embrace.
Des’s fury and Megan’s response to it rendered Alex momentarily immobile. Shaken, he gawked as Des crushed his lips over Megan’s. Even more astounding was Megan’s response. She gave an animalistic moan and kissed him right back.
Holy fuck, this is not happening.
Yes, it was. The woman he loved kissed the man she loved.
Fuck. Fuck, double fuck and cluster fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Alex acted on instinct. He wound his arms around Megan’s waist and tugged her away from Des, pulling her across the room, her back plastered to his front. She went with him willingly.
Des glowered at him.
“Fuck you,” Alex spat at him and spun Megan around. “You. Are. Mine!” That was all he said before he claimed her back, kissing her so thoroughly she couldn’t possibly doubt his words.
“I am. I’m yours.” Megan’s hands were on his back, shoving his T-shirt up. Her fingers clawed at his flesh. He’d have scratch marks there tomorrow, but he didn’t give a shit. Her hands belonged on his body, his flesh. Not Des’s.
He kissed her harder, and she clutched him tighter, digging her nails in deeper.
She tore at his shirt. “Off,” she demanded. “Get it off.”
This was Megan at her sexual peak. She was hunger and lust all wrapped up in one, and Alex would never, could never, deny her.
He ripped off the offending material.
The action cost him. By the time his shirt landed on the floor, Megan was gone. She’d stepped freely back into Des’s arms and was kissing him, groaning into the fucker’s mouth. Buttons flew across the room as she ripped at his shirt.
Trapped. With her hands behind her back!
And damn it, by the gleam in Trev’s eye, that was exactly how he wanted her.
He closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. Before Grace could draw breath again, Trev captured her lips with his.
She opened her mouth to blast him, and Trev took full advantage, slipping his tongue between her lips. Just like that he began a serious assault on her senses.
No. She would not kiss him back. Ever. Would not respond in any way or form to his exquisite gentleness. Would not caress his tongue the way he caressed hers. Would not explore the secret delights of his mouth the way he explored hers.
She would not enjoy this moment in any manner. She’d keep so still, he’d have no choice but to withdraw, sensing her disinterest. Because now that she knew he was…whatever the hell he was, she was no longer interested.
Grace kept so still even her eyes refused to open after she blinked.
See? She could do this. She could fend off the gay man. Bi man. Fend off the man who’d made her orgasm with the very tongue that now seduced her mouth. The very man who’d orgasmed before her eyes—with a penis in his ass.
A penis. Just like the one that now pressed against her belly, growing firmer by the second.
Okay, so maybe she couldn’t suppress the moan that threatened to erupt from her throat. But that was a moan of defiance. Of anger. How dare Trev kiss her? And with the same mouth he’d used to kiss someone else, on the exact same night? Deplorable.
The moan must have disturbed Trev, because he pulled his face away—an inch.
“God,” he rasped. “You smell so good.” He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled.
“I’m so used to Max. To his cologne.” He inhaled again. “You’re like a breath of air. A vanilla-scented delight.” As he spoke his breath tickled her throat. “You make me want to lick you all over.”
She tensed her shoulders. “Go lick Max. Leave me alone.”
“I could lick you both.”
Grace jumped when the tip of his tongue touched the pulse that beat in her throat, just below her ear. And licked. A small lick, but a lick nevertheless.
No, damn it. She wasn’t enjoying it. Not one single bit of it. She wasn’t leaning her head a little over to the side to give him better access. She wished he’d get the hell out of her room. Go away and leave her alone. She wished—
He nipped her neck.
Oh, dear God. Yes, she wished. She wished with all her heart.
Her pussy filled with liquid heat.
Trev groaned, the sound echoing in her ear and vibrating over her skin. “Not just vanilla.” He dragged in a deep breath. “That scent. Something else. Something…richer. Sweeter.”
Push him away.
She couldn’t. Her hands were caught between her back and the wall.
Knee him in the nuts.
She tried. God help her, she tried, but the second she bent her leg and lifted her knee, he slipped his thigh between hers and pressed it against her crotch.
Fuck. No panties!
She’d removed them on the way to Trev’s room, determined to pick up where they’d left off before her date. Before the big discovery. Plus, she had on a wispy skirt, one that simply feathered over Trev’s thigh, so when his leg pressed against her crotch, nothing interfered. Nothing.
The tiny hairs covering his leg tickled her pussy, and the liquid that had pooled between her legs trickled out, dripping onto his bare flesh.
Trev panted in her ear. “That scent. It’s you, Gracie. It’s all you.” He rocked his thigh against her, his skin dragging torturously over her sensitive lips and her clit.
Wetter than she’d ever believed possible, Grace could only gasp at the commotion his leg set off in her center.
“I have to touch you. Have to smell you. Lick you. Taste you.”
Grace’s eyes popped open as his hand skimmed up her naked thigh and over her butt cheek. Her distress quadrupled as she found herself staring into the bluest pair of eyes she’d ever seen.
Her initial perception of Trev had been one of masculine perfection. She’d been convinced no one else could compare. Yet the man who filled her doorway, clad in jeans and nothing else, his shoulders as wide as a football field, was just as handsome, and several inches taller.
Taller than Trev? As it was, Trev towered over her. In his arms she felt as petite as a porcelain doll. But Trev’s lover stood well over six feet, and every inch of that height was jam-packed full of hulking muscle. His piercing blue gaze was fixed on her face, his eyes hooded and his luscious, full, red lips fixed in a frown.
Dear God, the man was breathtakingly beautiful. Every woman’s fantasy come to life.
“Max,” she whispered, shock burying itself deep in her bones.
Available in print:
Going All In
Julia’s weekly poker games are not the only thing she’s betting on. She’s also gambling on the love of two men. Hunter and Jay are happy to double up and share Jules, but their attraction to each other may threaten the budding relationship between all three of them.
Raising The Stakes
Tired of waiting for Des to realize she loves him, Megan’s fallen for his poker buddy, Alex. It may sound greedy, but now she wants both men. Her plan? State her wildly sexy proposition in a language Des and Alex will understand, then hope they’ll stick around to play the next hand…by her rules.
Trev never meant to fall for Grace, but when a power failure turns their chemistry into live electricity, there’s no denying the spark. There’s also no denying Grace’s shock when she discovers a naked man in her new home. While Trev sees all the delicious possibilities he, Max and Grace could enjoy together, betting on all three of them may prove to be the riskiest hand he’s ever played.
Warning: If you’re looking for a cool game of poker, you won’t find it here. There’s sex. Lots of sex. Hot sex, sweaty sex, gay sex, straight sex, ménage sex. Oh, and romantic sex. Lots of romantic sex. Hot romantic sex, sweaty romantic sex…you getting the picture?
Series: Three Of A Kind
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Publication Date: July 28, 2012
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Length: 304 pages
Cover Artist: Scott Carpenter