THREE OF A KIND
(The Complete eBook or Print Collection of Going All In, Raising the Stakes and Full House)
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