Chapter One

“There you are. I’ve wanted to get you alone since I first saw you.”
The words, the voice, sent a shiver down Alexa’s spine. Slowly she turned to find the very man

she’d hoped would say such a thing standing before her, sweating drink glass clutched in his large
hand, gorgeous in a simple black suit that clung to his broad shoulders and emphasized the length of
his legs.

“Eric,” she said breathlessly, swallowing hard. She didn’t want to look like a fool the first time

she talked to him in years. “It’s so nice to see you.”

He cocked a brow. “Nice? I haven’t seen you in five years, and all I get is nice?”
She laughed and shook her head. “It’s better than nice.” She meant that. She knew he was coming to

the wedding, had seen him on the confirmed guest list and excitement had bubbled in her stomach for
weeks at the thought of seeing him again.

Despite the fact he’d confirmed himself accompanied by a guest. A guest she was most curious to

meet. Her past sexual fantasies were fueled almost completely by Eric.

He opened his arms wide in invitation, and she walked into them, closed her eyes as he pulled her

close. His deliciously spicy scent surrounded her, his warmth, his strength. His arms like bands of
steel wrapped tight around her. Her entire body melted, panties growing damp at his touch.

Just like that. Just like old times. Only before, she’d been too young and too confused to completely

understand her feelings. All for her brother’s boyfriend.

Yeah that had been majorly confusing.
“I can’t believe Austin got married,” Eric murmured close to her ear. So close she swore she felt

the brush of his lips against her skin. “To a girl.”

“I know.” She reluctantly withdrew, flashing him a quick smile. “But I love Michaela. We all do.

They’re perfect together.”

“They certainly seem like they’re in love.” His head turned toward the newly wedded couple who

danced together out on the makeshift dance floor. “I’m happy for him.”

“How long has it been since you talked to Austin?” They’d been together for over a year, Austin

and Eric. When Austin had still lived at home and was going to college, they’d met in class. Became
fast friends, fast lovers and ended up the longest relationship her brother ever had at the time.

She still didn’t know why they broke up. Austin had never really explained it, and she never asked.
“Ah, we’re Facebook friends so we chat occasionally there.” Eric grinned and shook his head.

“Gotta love modern technology.”

“I had no idea you were friends on Facebook.” Damn it, she should’ve checked her brother’s

friends list more often. And why didn’t Eric friend her?

“Isn’t everyone on Facebook?” He glanced at her, a gleam forming in his light brown eyes. The

music changed tempo to a faster beat, and he offered her his hand. “Let’s dance.”

She took his hand, as if she could resist, and he led her out onto the dance floor. Caught Austin

looking at the both of them oddly, as if surprised to see them dancing together, and she sent him a
pointed look.

What was the crime in dancing with his ex? Not like anything would happen. Though she wished

something would happen.

Her crush on Eric had been huge, overwhelming. He’d always been so nice to her, so sweet.

Taking the time to talk to her, hang out with her when he came by the house. Their parents had been
accepting of Eric from the get-go, surprisingly accepting of Austin and his announcement that he
believed himself gay. She’d always been thankful for that. Their openness was rare.

She wondered what they might do if she said she’d become involved with Eric. If Austin could

marry someone of the female variety then why couldn’t she set a gay man straight—literally?

“You’re pretty good,” she yelled above the loud music, impressed with his moves.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he returned with a knowing smile. As if he could read her mind, see

her thoughts and her cheeks flamed.

If he knew, he just might run screaming from the building.
Alexa admired him as they swirled around each other. Tall and lean with the perpetually messy

dirty blond hair, more dark than blond, she’d accused him of highlighting it oh so long ago. He’d
denied it. He just had perfectly natural highlights, he’d explained before they both burst out laughing.

Perfectly natural everything. His gorgeous, masculine face, the artfully arranged hair, the intense

golden brown eyes and a body she desperately wanted to press up against. It was all enough to make a
grown woman want to drop to his feet and cry. Beg him to switch teams, just once.

Just once.
As she danced she caught sight of her parents feeling the music. Her brother’s friend Scarlett was

dancing with her hot as hell boyfriend Trevor. Caught a glimpse of Austin’s other ex-boyfriend Brad
who was practically grinding on his long-time boyfriend Drake, and she shook her head.

Everyone was having way too good a time at this reception.
The music again switched gears, slowing down into a tender love song, and the floor cleared with

the exception of a few swaying couples. Alexa turned to leave but stopped when long fingers curled
around her upper arm.

“Still want to dance?” His voice deepened to an almost unbearable sexy level, and she nodded her

head mutely, stepping into his embrace. Felt his arms come around her, big hands settled at her waist
and she rested her hands upon his shoulders.

They swayed silently to the music. She was again impressed with his graceful movements, but

unsure of what to say. It had been almost too long since she’d last talked to him, and it was as if she’d
put him on a pedestal. The unattainable, never getable man.

Now she was in his arms, could feel his warm breath at her temple. If she stepped close enough

she’d feel the beating of his heart.

And yet in her eyes he was still unattainable.
“You here alone, Lex?” No one had called Lex in forever. She hadn’t allowed it. Viewed it as a

childish nickname she’d rather forget.

His use of it made her melt on the spot. “Um, yeah no date.”
“No boyfriend?” Eric sounded incredulous.
She shook her head once. “No, no boyfriend. I’m completely and totally single. “And I sound

completely and totally desperate.

“I find that hard to believe,” he murmured, his arms tightening around her, pulling her closer.

Closer to his heat, his hard, unyielding strength, she tightened her hands on his shoulders. Wished she
could slide her hands down. Down his back to grip that butt she knew would be rock hard beneath her
fingertips.

The man had always taken extra good care of himself, even when they were little more than dumb

teenaged kids.

“Are you here alone tonight, Eric?” Her heart rate picked up, she could hardly hear what with the

roar in her ears. She knew the truth, she’d seen it typed up on that list Michaela had carried around for
weeks. Weddings made a woman obsessively crazy.

“I am.” She read his lips more than heard his voice and relief flooded her, made her go limp

against him. What happened to his mysterious guest? Maybe he was single after all. A sliver of hope
cracked her heart.

Foolish, she told herself. Foolish to believe she had a chance with him. He was gay. He liked men.

And she was okay with that. Really.

The loss she felt shift deep within her, she’d get over that. She’d been over him for years.
So why did one look at him bring all of those old useless feelings rushing back?
“You look good, Lex,” he whispered. “All pretty and grown up.”
As a bridesmaid she had to wear a black dress but at least Michaela had allowed everyone in the

wedding party to choose their own. She wasn’t stuck in some God-awful color with bows and ruffles
and lace. “Thank you.” She decided to keep her answer simple. Easier that way or else she might slip
and beg him to fuck her.

Had he ever been with a woman? Curiosity filled her and she glanced at him from beneath her

lowered lashes. His strong jaw was lined with stubble, his mouth firm yet yielding. Full, almost
vulnerable lower lip offset by the determined chin, she really wanted to kiss him. Not some fleeting
oh-we’re-friends-let’s-kiss-each-other-goodbye-kiss either.

No, she wanted to experience a kiss with Eric involving fierce and frantic mouths, tangling tongues

and wandering hands. Low moans and whispered sighs and lots and lots of licking.

Her entire body tingled just thinking about it.
“You feel good too.” He ran his hands up and down her back slowly before they settled just above

her butt. All the air left her lungs at his touch, and she jerked her head up, studying him. No, he hadn’t
sprouted two heads.

“Are you all right?”
His brows furrowed and his hold lessened on her. “What do you mean?”
“If I’m not mistaken, I think you might be…flirting with me.” She frowned, not in the mood to be

screwed with.

Ever since she was little she’d always gotten what she wanted. The youngest, the baby, the only

girl, her parents had indulged her. Her big brothers had indulged her as well. She wasn’t necessarily
spoiled though she wouldn’t deny it either, but she was awfully determined. Had no qualms going
after what she wanted.

Eric was the first man, the first thing she’d never been able to get. No matter how badly she’d tried,

no matter how hard she’d worked at it. It had been a waste of her time. The man hadn’t caved then,
and she didn’t believe he’d cave now.

Or would he?

Eric studied her, his gaze roving over Alexa’s pretty, delicate face. She was beautiful, a complete

heartbreaker, and he’d thought of her that way since the first time he met her. All long limbs and eager
attitude, ready to hang with her big brother and his new, ahem, friend.

She’d been aware of their situation long before he realized it and the relief he felt at her acceptance

of him, of them, had been acute. Oh, he’d known she had a crush on him. Everyone knew it, even
Austin. She’d followed him around, her eyes wide and full of stars, looking at him as if he’d hung the
moon.

It had made him feel good. And a little bit strange.
He’d never been with a woman before sexually. He still hadn’t. Having her in his arms now, well,

it felt good. Damn good.

Even his cock twitched in reaction, and he’d rarely gotten a hard on for a woman.
So was he flirting with her? If he let his fingers do what they really wanted they’d be sliding down

the smooth curve of her ass at this very moment. Her body heat seared into him, her breasts were
crushed against his chest. The dress was low cut, giving him a fair view of cleavage and damn it, he
wanted to know the color of her nipples.

Holy shit.
“Maybe I am flirting a little,” he admitted with a shrug as he tugged her closer. “It’s completely

harmless.” As long as she didn’t feel his growing erection nudge against her then yeah, totally
harmless.

“You never flirted with me—before.” She hesitated, looked away, her little pink tongue sneaking

out to swipe across her lower lip.

Eric wanted to groan but he bit it back. “You were too young.”
Blazing blue eyes lifted to glare at him. “I was only two years younger than you.”
“And still in high school.” At that time he’d been so focused on the beautiful and intensely sexy

Austin he hadn’t given the little sister much thought.

Austin had been his first boyfriend, his first relationship where he was out and didn’t hide anything.

They’d boldly declared themselves gay to anyone who would listen. After keeping his secret all
through high school and from his friends and parents, it had been liberating. Moving to a new town for
college, he’d created a new persona. His true persona.

He hadn’t really deviated from it since.
“Well, I’ve grown up.” She lifted her chin, sexy as hell with her restrained, haughty anger. Her

dark hair, which she’d always worn long, was cut into stylish bob, curling about her jaw, sleek and
smooth. She was, simply put, gorgeous. Sophisticated.

“You definitely have.” He let his gaze wander down her form, and he swore he caught a hint of

pink tingeing her cheeks. As if he embarrassed her with his blatant perusal.

Damn, what had gotten into him? He didn’t ogle women. He didn’t send them lecherous looks and

wonder what color panties they had on. He didn’t get hard when they snuggled their soft bodies
against him. He’d kissed a few. Gotten drunk and made out with close girlfriends, tongues and all. But
they’d meant nothing.

The temptation to kiss Alexa out in the middle of the dance floor was damned near overwhelming.
“Let’s get out of here.” He took her hand without waiting for her reply and led her off the dance

floor. She didn’t protest, didn’t say a word, and they threaded through the crowd. Headed toward the
double doors at the back of the building.

He just needed to cool down for a minute. Get his head on straight, get his shit together, whatever.

Talk to Alexa and treat her like the old friend she really was.

Nothing more and nothing less.
“Where are we going?” Alexa asked as he dragged her through the doors and down a narrow hall.

“Somewhere where we can talk.” He found an alcove with two chairs, and he pointed at them. She

sat down without a word, obediently, her expression curious.

Eric didn’t normally behave like a macho ass. He usually left that behavior to Brandon. But there

was something almost…thrilling about seeing Alexa do what he said.

Exciting even.
Brandon…
Shit. Had he really just completely forgotten about his boyfriend of two years? The very guy he

lived with?

Afraid so.
“So talk,” she said when he sat down across from her. She crossed her legs, the skirt of her dress

lifting to reveal a slim thigh. His gaze locked on that leg, wondering at the softness of her skin.

“What have you been up to since I last saw you?” Distract me from imagining dragging my lips

up the inside of your thigh.

“Well…I graduated college and had a hard time finding a job.” She re-crossed her legs and he

groaned inwardly. “The economy, you know. I had to move back in with my parents.”

Alarm filled him. God, here he was having nasty thoughts about Alexa and she was still living at

home? That kind of killed the fantasy. He didn’t like thinking of taking advantage of the Lang’s
youngest child.

Damn it, he was behaving like an uptight old man. An uptight, very straight old man. He was

allowed a dirty thought or two. He shouldn’t be surprised it involved a woman. Everyone had their
fantasies, right? That’s why they’re called fantasies.

“But then I moved out about six months ago,” she continued. “I found a job in a law office as a

receptionist. It’s certainly not what I studied in college, but I needed the job and the pay is pretty
good. Attorneys are very generous.” She smiled and reached over, giving him a pat on the knee.

His cock jerked in reaction to her simple touch. Damn he had it bad tonight. Did he drink too much?

When was the last time he and Brandon had sex?

Last night.
Yeah, he didn’t know what his problem was.
“How about you? What have you been up to?”
“Well, I’m a physical therapist at a rehab center. I handle mostly knee and leg injuries.”
Alexa smiled. “Just what you always wanted to do.”
“Yeah.” He ducked his head, touched and yet embarrassed that she remembered. “I enjoy it.”
“That’s wonderful,” she murmured. “You’re lucky that you found your dream job.”
The wistful tone of her voice, the faraway look in her eyes clearly told him Alexa wasn’t doing

what she really wanted. What were her hopes and dreams? What made her happy? What made her
sad?

Eric suddenly, desperately wanted to know. And knew he’d look like an obsessive jerk if he

bombarded her with an endless string of questions.

A burst of applause sounded from within the reception hall and their gazes met, locked. She smiled

and stood, smoothing her hands down the front of her dress.

“I should head back. What if they’re cutting the cake or something? All the other important

bridesmaid-needed stuff has happened but that. Oh yeah, and the tossing of the bouquet.” She wrinkled
her nose. “Not that I want to catch it.”

“Not looking for marriage yet?” She looked awfully cute when she scrunched her nose like that.
“No way. I don’t know if I ever want to be married.”
His jaw dropped open. “Are you serious?” She came from the perfect happy, well-adjusted family.

Yeah, no one was perfect but the Lang family came pretty damn close.

He’d always enjoyed hanging out there. Had never admitted just how damn jealous he was of

Austin and his family.

She nodded, her hair sweeping forward and she brushed it back with an impatient hand. “Dead

serious.”

Alexa gave no reason as to why she didn’t want to be married, and he didn’t push. Not that he

should care. But he did care. And it surprised him.

He stood as well, took a step toward her. She stayed still, her eyes widening the slightest bit, her

shoulders going back. Thrusting her breasts toward him, she looked like temptation personified and
damn if he didn’t want a taste.

Just one taste, would it be so wrong? Was it wrong that he wanted to kiss her, just to say that he

had?

Yes.
He ignored the little voice in his head and went for her, his arms sliding around her slim waist and

hauling her close. She rested her hands on his chest, slender fingers pressing into him, and he slid a
hand up her back.

“It was good to see you,” he murmured close to her ear, his lips brushing against her hair.
“You too.” Her voice trembled, her entire body trembled and he leaned his head back, stared down

at her. Her lids lifted, her gaze meeting his and he dipped his head. Brushed his lips against hers.

And it was as if a ball of fire combusted between them.

Chapter Two

Eric’s damp lips clung to hers, soft and inviting, his velvety hot tongue licked at her lower lip.

Alexa opened for him, her tongue met his and the kiss turned instantly wild. Hands all over the place,
tongues lashing, bodies grinding, breath escaping in one giant rush.

She’d never experienced anything like it before.
His hand slipped over her front, cupping her breast and she groaned into his mouth. She reached in

between them, her fingers trailing down the front of his impressive and very firm cock and she
shuddered in anticipation.

God, she should get back to the reception but there was no way she would end this kiss first. This

was her every dream come to life. Eric with his hands all over her, his tongue in her mouth, she
couldn’t believe it was happening. Her panties were soaked, her clit throbbed already for release and
she ground against him again, both of them groaning at the delicious friction.

His body was lean but muscular, and she snuck a hand around to his backside, giving his—yep, just

as she thought—firm ass a quick squeeze. She wondered if anyone would happen upon them. She
wondered what he would do if she suggested they sneak off and go somewhere else. Somewhere more
private where they could get naked and fuck each other’s brains out.

Considering the intensity of their first kiss, she knew without a doubt it would be amazing between

them.

Alexa withdrew first, her breath coming in ragged spurts, her mouth opening to offer a tantalizing

proposition. But Eric beat her to the punch.

“We shouldn’t have done this.” He released his hold on her and plunged a hand into his hair,

messing it up even more.

His words were like an ice-cold bucket of water splashed in her face. “Wh—why not?”
He stared at her as if she were crazy for even asking. “Because you’re Austin’s sister and I feel

like I’ve known you forever, and you’re a…”

“A girl?” she finished for him. Breathing deep she straightened her dress, desperately tried to

conjure up some composure. Incredibly hard considering how her body still vibrated from his kiss,
his touch. He appeared to be having the same reaction, which at least was some sort of small
consolation.

So why did he deny them this?
“Yeah.” Relief flooded his face. “You’re a girl. And I don’t go for girls. I never have.”
“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Was I the only one involved in that kiss?” She

approached him, but he backed away and she stopped in her tracks. The last thing she wanted was him
withdrawing from her even more. “It shouldn’t matter what gender we are, what preference we have.
Attraction is attraction, Eric.”

He closed his eyes briefly and swallowed hard, as if searching for strength. “I have a boyfriend,

Lex.”

Her mouth dropped open, and she stared at him, disbelief coursing through her. “You said…you

said you were here alone.”

“Right. I came to the wedding alone but yeah. I have a boyfriend. We live together.” Sympathy

filled his eyes. “I’m sorry, Lex.”

“Yeah you are,” she mumbled, jerking away from him when he reached out as if to touch her. “You

should’ve at least told me.”

God, she felt like the biggest slut. Slobbering all over him, letting him do whatever he wanted to

her more than willing self and he was with someone else. What a jerk. Did his boyfriend know what a
two-timer he was?

It was just a kiss. Don’t get your panties in such a wad.
Alexa shoved the nagging little voice firmly out of her head.
“I should’ve. You’re right, and I’m sorry,” he said again. “I should leave.”
“Maybe you should.” That didn’t sound right. Here they were friends, reunited after all these years

and it ended like this. She should say she was sorry. Ask him to come back into the reception with
her. They could forget everything that just happened between them, like it never existed.

But she never got the chance. He hurried away from her without another word, without even a

second glance and she watched him go, shock filling her, rendering her numb.

She was a damn fool pushing herself on a man who had no interest in her whatsoever. Okay yeah,

she’d felt his hard cock but so what. Who wouldn’t get turned on by a kiss like that?

With a shake of her head she headed back toward the reception. Ready to face the blissful

happiness radiated from her brother and his new wife and all the other happy couples flooding the
room.

Alexa had the distinct sensation of wanting to barf.

“Hey.” Eric shut the door behind him and turned the lock. “You’re already home.”
Brandon sat sprawled on the couch, focused on the bright big screen TV hanging on the wall.

“Don’t sound too excited.”

“I just didn’t expect you. I thought you were still working.” He leaned against the door, watching

Brandon dispassionately. The man was gorgeous, of that there was no doubt. Built like a football
player in his prime, Brandon was a solid wall of muscle. Dark hair, hazel eyes, beautiful face—he
could be a domineering, macho asshole when he wanted to be.

And that was exactly what happened earlier when they argued about going to the wedding and

Brandon had declared he didn’t want to attend after all. Eric wondered if he was jealous that it was
the wedding of Eric’s ex-lover.

But hell—the ex-lover was getting married to a woman. No need to be jealous.
Eric decided to let him stay home and pout. Brandon said he’d probably work. He was a personal

trainer at the local gym but how many people called their personal trainer on a Saturday night?

Well, many female clients had tried in the past, but Brandon had put them all off. They had a hard

time believing he was gay. Even when the women at the gym saw the two of them together they still
flirted like crazy with Brandon, even with him. Eric couldn’t believe their audacity.

Brandon just took it in stride. Comes with the territory, he’d told Eric more than once.
“How was the wedding?” Brandon turned down the volume on the TV.
“It was good,” Eric said carefully, shrugging out of his suit jacket. He tossed it on the back of a

nearby chair. “Great to see everyone again.”

“Were a lot of old friends there?”
“Well, not really. Just a few, mostly his family.” Eric sat next to him on the couch. Brandon stared

straight ahead at the TV screen, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed. Still looking a little pissed off
and a lot hot. “Are you mad at me or what?”

Brandon sighed and looked at him. “No. More pissed at myself. Sorry I acted like an asshole.”
It was a simple apology and rare. Brandon rarely said sorry for anything he did. And Eric

understood that, had never complained. Their relationship, while fulfilling, could also be a tad
volatile though the sex was always, always passionate.

“It’s all right.” Eric reached out, rested his hand on Brandon’s rock hard thigh. “Did you go to the

gym?”

“Nah. I called but there was nothing going on down there. I stayed home.”
“Alone?” Eric ran his hand up Brandon’s thigh, coming closer to his cock. Noticed a telltale twitch

between Brandon’s legs. He wore baggy shorts but they couldn’t hide everything.

“What, you want me to bring some random stranger back to our place and fuck him? Of course I

was alone.” Brandon’s breath hitched in his throat when Eric ran a hand across his growing dick.

“I met someone tonight. Well, reunited with someone I haven’t seen in a long time.” He couldn’t

believe he was confessing this. But he had to get it off his chest, come clean to Brandon. Would he
care that he kissed Alexa? It meant nothing, that kiss.

At least, that’s what he told himself.
“Who was it? Bad enough you saw your ex there.” Brandon watched with rapt attention as Eric

attacked the button on his shorts, undoing it with a quick flick of his fingers. His zipper went down
next, revealing nothing but bare skin and dark brown pubic hair. Eric withdrew his firm cock, stroked
a single finger down the length of him.

“My ex is happily married to a woman. Can you believe it?” Eric shook his head, curling his

fingers around Brandon’s girth. The guy had a big dick and he knew how to use it. “I saw his sister.”

Even with the attention Eric paid his cock, he noticed Brandon was still aware of what he said. His

brows rose in question. “His sister?”

“Yeah. Alexa. Lex. We were friends.” He gave him a firm pump, caught sight of the pearl of

creamy liquid at the tip and wanted a taste. “We caught up, talked for a while, like old times.”

“What else did you do with her?”
Damn, Brandon knew him too well. “We kissed.”
His brows rose. “No shit?”
“Yeah.” Eric dipped his head, trailed his tongue across the head of Brandon’s cock. Caught a taste

of his pre-come and his tongue tingled. “With tongues and everything.”

“You’ve made out with girls before.” Brandon didn’t seem affected by his revelation whatsoever,

which surprised him. He seemed too concentrated on the fact that his dick was about to get sucked.

Not that Eric could blame him. Sex always factored high in their relationship.
“You’re right.” Eric circled his tongue around the flared head of Brandon’s cock, tracing the edge,

teasing the spot he knew Brandon especially liked. His actions earned a low groan from him. “This
time was different.”

Brandon pushed at his shoulder, making Eric lift his head and meet his gaze. “How so?”
Eric breathed deep. “I got hard.”
“You’ve never gotten hard when you kissed women before?”
“Not really.” Eric shook his head.
“Huh.” Brandon considered this bit of information. “You’ve never fucked a woman either, have

you?”

“No.” Eric repositioned himself so he sat before Brandon, kneeling on the floor, at perfect level

with Brandon’s cock. He reached for his shorts and tugged them off and Brandon tore off his T-shirt
with one quick movement.

Resting his hands on Brandon’s naked thighs, Eric glanced up to find him contemplating him, a

mysterious gleam in his eyes. “What?”

“You like this woman?”
“I’ve always liked Alexa.” He shook his head and sat back on his haunches. “But nothing like that.

We shouldn’t be having this conversation right now, don’t you think? I’d rather do…other things.”
Eric reached for Brandon’s cock but Brandon batted his hand away. “What the hell?”

“Listen, you like this chick. I can tell.” Brandon leaned forward, his face coming close to Eric’s.

“You made out with her and got a boner. Felt compelled to tell me about it, even. Makes me wonder
if you’re interested in her.”

“Does that bother you?” Was he interested in her as more than a friend? Tonight he sure as hell had

been.

“No, honestly it doesn’t bother me. It intrigues me.” Brandon sat back and bent his arms, resting

them behind his head. Looking like the casual sex god with his chiseled face, bulging biceps and
amazing abs. Oh yeah, and don’t forget the thick cock hard as a rock and thrusting from between his
muscular legs.

“What do you mean it intrigues you?” Eric was wary. This morning Brandon had been mad about

the wedding and Eric seeing Austin, which quite frankly, had been stupid. Brandon had been in a
perpetual bad mood over the last few months. Something was bothering him though he never admitted
what and Eric had not pursued it fully.

It was as if the wedding had been the icing on his pissed off cake. And now it intrigued him that

Eric kissed a woman and became aroused from it?

Strange. And just the tiniest bit exciting.
“Aren’t you curious?”
“Curious about what?” Eric reached for Brandon’s cock once more, giving it a firm stroke. He felt

it jerk in his hand, and he knew his lover was affected despite the calm demeanor he displayed.

“Being with a woman.” Brandon hissed in a breath when Eric dipped his head and drew his cock

into his mouth. “Jesus, Eric. Don’t you want to know what it’s like?”

He never thought he wanted to know before. He never really cared and felt as if he missed

something. Brandon had been with women before. Eric considered him bisexual more than gay though
he’d been in a steady stream of male-only relationships for the last few years.

So what, exactly, was he suggesting?
“Invite her over for dinner,” Brandon suggested, his voice wavering when Eric drew him deep into

his mouth. “Or ask her to meet us for drinks.”

Eric withdrew Brandon’s cock from his mouth. “You’re crazy.”
“Why am I crazy? You’re interested, and I’m interested too, I have to admit. Don’t you want to do

something different? Something outrageous?”

“I have no idea if she’d be interested.” He couldn’t deny the thought of doing something…wicked

together with both Alexa and Brandon made him curious.

And extremely hard.
“Come here.” Brandon reached for him and Eric went up on his knees, their mouths meeting in a

ferocious kiss. Their tongues danced, he kept his fingers wrapped firmly around Brandon’s cock.

“Call her, Eric,” Brandon said when he broke the kiss. “I want to do this. For you.”

“I don’t understand” Eric started but Brandon cut him off with another tongue thrusting kiss.
“There’s nothing to understand,” Brandon said, pushing him away with one hand on Eric’s

shoulder. “Just go with it. Now suck my cock. I want to come down your throat.”

Eric eagerly resumed his position, his lips wrapped tight about Brandon’s cock. He loved it when

Brandon commanded him about, and Brandon knew it. He bobbed on Brandon’s cock with abandon,
sliding it deep, until it bumped the back of his throat. Brandon slid his hands into Eric’s hair, tugging
and pulling, grinding against Eric’s mouth and nearly choking him. He felt the tension in Brandon’s
body, knew he was close and when the first spurts of semen hit his tongue Eric groaned, ready to
drink.

God, he loved it. He loved Brandon. Their relationship wasn’t necessarily normal and it certainly

wasn’t boring.

But it was theirs. And he wasn’t about to give it up, not now.
Especially not for a woman.

Chapter Three

Alexa’s cell phone rang yet again and she checked it, saw the unfamiliar phone number flashing on

the screen. She swore that number had called her earlier and again she hit ignore, sending it straight to
voicemail.

If they wanted to get a hold of her so damn bad, then they should leave her a message.
Flashing a smile at her best friend Stacy, she grabbed hold of her drink and took a sip. “So tell me

what happened next.”

“Who keeps calling you?”
Alexa shrugged. “I have no clue. It’s a number I don’t recognize, and I don’t want to answer it. I’d

rather listen to your story.”

“Okay, okay. So I head toward my bedroom with the can of mace in one hand and a baseball bat in

the other because I swear to God, someone is in there, ruffling through my stuff,” Stacy said, her eyes
wide. “I walk through the door and I drop the bat and scream, I’m so freaked out.”

“Oh my God, what happened? And I can’t believe you walked in there by yourself. Why didn’t you

call the cops? It could’ve been a murderer or a rapist!”

“Yeah well, it was no one like that. It was Keith.” Stacy remained quiet for a moment, letting that

little piece of information seep in. Keith was her boyfriend of over a year. “Wearing my favorite,
sexiest bra and panty set. Wearing it!”

“No way.” Alexa’s mouth dropped open. “What did you do?”
“I yelled at him to take it off! He stretched it out so bad, I’ll never be able to wear it again.” Stacy

grabbed a stuffed mushroom from the appetizer plate they’d ordered and popped it into her mouth.
They’d met after work for drinks and dinner, which was code for a night of gossip and various
complaints.

“That’s it? You’re pissed that he stretched out your bra and panties? What about the fact that he

was actually, you know, wearing them?” Alexa was incredulous. Couldn’t imagine catching any man
she was with prancing around in her underwear.

Stacy shrugged. “It’s not worth breaking up over. After I freaked out for a while, he calmed me

down. Then he admitted that he kind of likes that sort of thing.”

“What sort of thing?”
“Wearing women’s underwear. Not all the time or anything like that, just…sometimes. He says he

finds it a turn on.” Stacy shrugged. “I think it’s relatively harmless in the scheme of things.”

“I think it’s weird.” And she kind of regretted Stacy telling her such a fact. She’d never look at

Keith the same way again.

“Yeah, it is kind of weird, but we all have our kinks, right? And Keith is a good guy, you can’t

deny that.”

He was a good guy. And her friend Stacy, who she’d known since college, had been acting a little

desperate lately. Always going on and on about obtaining an engagement ring, frustrated with Keith
for not taking that next step.

She’d rather ignore the fact that he liked to secretly try on her underwear in the hopes of getting that

elusive diamond ring that symbolized impending marriage and utter commitment.

Impending and utter entrapment, more like, Alexa thought.

Her phone beeped, indicating she had a voicemail and she pulled it out of her purse, hit the speed

dial. “Let me check this,” she told Stacy. “Maybe we’ll find out who keeps calling me.” Most likely
some sort of sales call.

But when Eric’s deep, sexy voice sounded in her ear, she clutched the phone closer, hitting the

button to listen to his message one more time.

“Who was it?” Stacy mock whispered, and Alexa shushed her.
He asked if she wanted to meet for drinks sometime this week so he could make up for the rude

way he left her on Saturday night. Left his cell phone number and said he looked forward to her
calling him back.

Soon.
“It was an…old friend,” she finally answered when she realized Stacy waited expectantly. “I saw

him again at my brother’s wedding.”

“Ooh.” Stacy smiled. “Sounds promising. What’s his name?”
“Eric and trust me, it isn’t promising.” Stacy was always on the lookout for prospects for Alexa.

She desperately wanted all of her friends hooked up just as she was. She viewed single life as a death
sentence. “He’s gay, has a live-in boyfriend and everything.”

“Aww.” Stacy pushed her lower lip out in a humorous pout. “I bet he’s gorgeous too. They always

are. The good ones are always taken or gay—or both.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” Alexa muttered as she reached for her drink.
Should she call Eric and agree to meet him for drinks? He mentioned in his message his boyfriend

wanted to meet her too. What was that all about? Did he feel incredibly guilty for leaving her in a
panting heap and wanted to make amends? By introducing her to his boyfriend? It made no freaking
sense.

But she was curious to see this boyfriend. And talk with Eric a little more. Even without all of the

confusing kissing and swirl of emotions it brought forth, she had to admit it had been great to see him
again. Talk to him. Bask in his attention even for a little while.

She’d always been a sucker for Eric. She couldn’t help herself.
“So are you going to meet with him?”
Stacy’s question knocked her from her thoughts. “I think so. It wouldn’t hurt to get together and

catch up some more. I considered him a friend when he was going out with my brother.”

“Oh, he’s one of Austin’s old boyfriends? That brother of yours gets around.” Stacy laughed. “I

always thought he was hot.”

Alexa squirmed in her seat. The last thing she wanted to think about was her brother being hot. She

knew he was attractive but eww. “Yeah well thanks for sharing yet another bit of info that I never
needed to hear.”

Stacy laughed. “Come on, relax. You’re acting awfully uptight. What’s your deal? Bad day at

work?”

Not any worse than usual. She liked her job okay but it was so damn boring. The same thing day in

and day out, answering phones and typing up memos and letters, she didn’t want to turn into one of
those people who hated going to work.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just…bored.” Alexa shrugged her shoulders, feeling dumb. She couldn’t

pinpoint exactly what was wrong with her, why her mood was so crappy. She could blame it on the
abrupt ending of the insanely intense kiss she shared with Eric but that wasn’t the real reason. She’d

felt this way for a while.

Restless, unfulfilled, so damn bored with her life. She was too young for this. But she didn’t know

what to do to change it.

“You need some excitement in your life.” Stacy reached over and patted her on the hand. “Keith

has a friend he works with who I think might be perfect for you. He’s super cute.”

“Is he a cross-dresser?” Alexa couldn’t help but ask.
Stacy frowned and withdrew her hand. “I should’ve never told you.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Alexa agreed. The image of Keith in a bra and panties was now firmly

burned on her brain forever.

“Don’t say anything to Keith about what I discovered, okay? I don’t want to embarrass him.”
“I would never do that.” Alexa paused. “And please don’t match me up with one of Keith’s friends.

You know how much I hate that.”

“Fine, fine, you never let me wave my matchmaker wand, whatever.” Stacy munched on another

mushroom. “If you ever change your mind, tell me. I have a long list of cute single guys you might be
interested in,” she said after she swallowed.

“I know that’s supposed to make me feel better, but it depresses me more than anything. If these

guys are so great then why are they single?”

“You’re pretty great, and you’re single,” Stacy pointed out. “Don’t knock them until you meet

them.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” With a sigh, Alexa sipped from her drink. “I’m grouchy. Ignore me.”
“Call your friend. Set up a drink date. Maybe that’ll get you out of your funk,” Stacy suggested.
“Do you really think I should do it?”
“Sure, what could it hurt? Sounds like he’s reaching out to you which is promising.”
She wished it was promising in a sexual manner. That he wanted to get together for drinks so he

could get in her panties.

Damn it, she was wasting her time with the lustful thoughts. Would drive herself crazy if she went

and met him for drinks. Wanting him when she knew she couldn’t have him, what sort of sick self-
torture was she setting herself up for?

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” And she wasn’t about to confess to Stacy her true feelings for Eric. She’d only

make tsking noises and shake her head, tell her she was wasting her time. And why didn’t she want to
be set up with one of Keith’s cute friends again?

Because he was most likely an investment banker obsessed with his Rolex watch and trying to

make more money in a deflated market, that’s why, Alexa thought grumpily.

Damn. She seriously needed to get laid.

“Trendy place,” Brandon said as he looked around the dark bar.
They’d just walked into Valentino’s, a wine bar that had opened near their house recently. It was

full of the young and glamorous, with a smattering of after-work types still garbed in dress shirts and
loose ties. The interior was dark and sleek, the lighting low and complimentary, casting everything in
a warm golden hue. Brandon looked around and looked toward the bar for the mysterious Alexa but
no single woman sat in wait.

Disappointment filled him. He’d wanted a chance to speculate, check her out before she checked

him out. He was curious as to what the woman who actually aroused his boyfriend looked like.
Wondered if he might find her attractive as well.

“She’s not here yet,” Eric said as they moved deeper into the crowded room. “Let’s go wait for her

at the bar.”

They headed toward the sleek bar, garnering subtle attention from various females in the room. He

wasn’t a conceited prick, but it happened almost anywhere they went. He knew he wasn’t a bad
looking guy, and he took great care of his body. As a certified fitness trainer, he felt it was his
responsibility to look good. Eric was handsome and physically fit as well. Two attractive guys walk
into a room together and well, they attracted attention.

Of course, the women always figured out pretty fast they only had eyes for each other. And the

disappointment was always clear. The gorgeous ones are always gay, more than one of his female
clients at the gym had lamented right to his face. He never argued even though he didn’t consider
himself necessarily gay.

He was attracted to both sexes—it didn’t matter. He’d been with his fair share of women as well

as men. The last three years of his life, it had been mostly men he entered into relationships with. He
and Eric had been together for a year and a half.

And lately, he’d started to feel…restless. At no fault of Eric’s, he wasn’t dissatisfied with their

relationship.

Brandon was unsatisfied with himself.
“You going to get something to drink?” Eric asked as they settled onto barstools.
“Just a beer.” He pushed up the sleeves of his black sweater, uncomfortably warm in the crowded

bar. Probably he broke out in a sweat at the thought of meeting Alexa for the first time.

Eric ordered their drinks, a beer and a vodka cranberry for himself. Brandon kept his watch on the

front door, trying to appear nonchalant, knowing his body was as tense as steel. Ever since he latched
onto the idea of meeting Alexa his imagination had run rampant. Coming up with all sorts of scenarios
involving the three of them…together…in bed…naked.

He’d never even seen a picture of her but she’d been a living, breathing thing in his dreams for the

last few nights.

“Ah there she is,” Eric said as the bartender handed them their drinks. “I’ll go greet her. Introduce

the two of you.”

Brandon watched Eric head toward the door, tipping his head to the side in hopes of catching a

glimpse of her. Slender and tall, smooth dark hair cut into a straight edge that ended just about her
chin. A heart shaped face and long bare arms wrapping around Eric in a fierce hug.

He saw her face, and his heart hammered. Big blue eyes, ripe red lips, her gaze latched onto him

and didn’t let go the entire time Eric led her toward him.

Damn, she was gorgeous. He let his gaze drift down her body, lingered on her breasts encased in

the simple black top, her long legs emphasized by the tight fitting jeans.

“Lex, this is Brandon,” Eric said, a wary smile on his face. He looked worried.
Brandon grinned, hoping to ease everyone’s fears, including his own. “Nice to meet you, Lex.” He

extended his hand toward her.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him close, giving him a quick hug. “It’s great to meet you too.”
“Should we get a table?” Eric asked.
“Yes, I’m starved. I just got off work. Well, I went home and changed quickly before I came to

meet you guys, but I never ate dinner. Do they serve food here?” She looked from Eric to Brandon,
her eyes glowing with excitement.

“They probably do,” Brandon said carefully, wondering why the hell his words felt so thick in his

mouth. “At least appetizers.”

“I love appetizers. Let’s go sit down.” She waved a hand and they both followed her like eager

puppies.

Brandon clutched his beer, ran a shaky hand through his hair. His body still vibrated from the hug

they just shared. Completely impersonal and meant only as a friendly gesture and yet he got hard just
touching her. Just touching her.

Once Alexa perused the short appetizer menu and they made their choices known to the server, she

smiled at the both of them, her gaze lingering on Eric. “So tell me how long the two of you have been
together?”

“A little over two years,” Eric answered, shooting a quick smile in his direction. Brandon nodded

in return.

“And how did you two meet?”
“This sounds like such a cliché but we met at the gym. Brandon works at our local gym. He’s a

personal fitness trainer, and I signed up for a few lessons. We met and just…clicked.”

“Ooh, a personal fitness trainer. I wouldn’t mind someone getting my butt in shape,” she joked.

Reaching out, she brushed a hand across his right bicep. “I’m not surprised. You’re built.”

Brandon laughed. She didn’t hold back and he liked that. “Thanks.”
“I’ve probably broken every cardinal sin, ordering a giant appetizer plate,” she said, her

expression contrite.

“Hey we’re all allowed to indulge once in a while,” Brandon said. He’d certainly like to indulge

in her.

She smiled, focused completely on him. “And what do you like to indulge in, Brandon?”
“Beer and sushi,” Eric answered for him.
“I love sushi. I should take you two to my favorite restaurant sometime,” she suggested.
“That sounds good,” Eric said as Brandon nodded.
She sounded open to seeing them again, which was a positive. But how did one go about inviting

someone into their relationship, even temporarily?

Hey, Lex, I know we just met but…you wanna fuck?
I’m bored with just Eric and me so I thought it’d be fun to ask you to join in. What do you say?
Shall we draw up some sort of agreement before we engage in sexual activities?
Shit, he had no idea how to do this. He knew it would excite Eric, offering Alexa to him as a gift.

An indulgence of sorts in the bedroom for them both to enjoy—all three of them could enjoy. He knew
this woman excited and aroused Eric and hell, she excited him too.

But was she open enough for something as outrageous as what he wanted to suggest?
“We missed you at my brother’s wedding,” Alexa said, knocking Brandon from his thoughts. “I’m

sorry that you couldn’t make it.”

Guilt smacked him hard. He’d been such an ass that day, acting jealous. He hadn’t known what had

come over him. Hell, he’d been in a mood for so long he could hardly pull himself out of it. The
thought of meeting Alexa and the potential that might brew between the three of them was the first
thing that made him genuinely smile in months. “Yeah well, I had to work unfortunately. I’m sorry I
missed it too.”

Eric shot him a knowing look before he turned to Alexa. “You couldn’t have missed him that bad

after what happened Saturday night.”

The bartender had set her drink in front of her only moments before and she was sipping on it when

Eric dropped that particular bomb. She almost choked. “Eric, shut up,” she said with a sputter.

“It’s okay. I told him what we did,” Eric said with a shrug.
Alexa’s eyes went wide as she looked between the two of them. Brandon tensed, waiting for her

reaction. Would she freak out? Would she brush it off? Or would she venture into more unchartered
territory?

“You told him?” she asked after they all remained quiet.
“I did.” Eric glanced at Brandon. “And he doesn’t mind.”
She turned to Brandon. “You don’t?”
He shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable with all of her attention focused on him. “It happened. What

am I supposed to do? Get enraged and call him a cheater? It was just a kiss.”

Alexa stared at him. Grabbed her drink and sipped from the straw continuously, as if she wanted to

polish off the drink in minutes. He’d made her uncomfortable, he could sense it, but he was trying to
let her know that he didn’t mind. Wanted to gauge her reaction and see if she was open to certain
possibilities.

“Just a kiss,” she said slowly. “What if there had been more?”
“Like what?” He wanted to hear her say it. Say something suggestive, dirty. Just wanted to watch a

graphic word drop from her pretty, pouty lips.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, really uncomfortable now. “Like what if we’d had sex?”
“Eric’s never had sex with a woman before,” Brandon said carefully, surprised their conversation

had turned toward this direction so fast. “I doubt he would’ve had sex with you.”

She appeared indignant, a little insulted. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that I’ve already told him if he’s interested in having sex with a woman we should all do

it…together.”

The table went absolutely silent. Eric didn’t say a word, and they’d never had that particular

conversation before. He’d warned Eric before they came to the bar to let him lead tonight.

She remained silent for so long he wondered if he blew it. He looked over at Eric before he spoke

again. “Do you want to have sex with Eric?”

“I’ve always wanted to have sex with Eric,” she said automatically, not bashful at all. She looked

almost relived for admitting it.

“Then what would you say if I told you that you could have sex with Eric—but I’m part of the

bargain. Would you be interested?”

Chapter Four

Alexa went still at Brandon’s seemingly innocent words. Well it was his tone that was

innocent—his words were anything but.

“Then what would you say if I told you that you could have sex with Eric, but I’m part of the

bargain. Would you be interested?”

She accepted their invitation for drinks and ended up getting propositioned within minutes of

arriving? What the hell?

And what the hell was wrong with her that she was actually considering it?
“You don’t have to answer that,” Eric said, reaching across the table to give her hand a gentle

squeeze. His expression was full of both understanding and worry, and she wondered if he even knew
his boyfriend had been going to mention something like this.

Her gaze drifted back to Brandon and noted the tension in his firm jaw, the rigid line of his

impossibly broad shoulders. The guy was a regular Adonis. She bet if she stripped him naked he
would be male perfection personified. And his face…no wonder Eric fell for him. It was a thing of
pure masculine beauty with the most gorgeous set of lips she’d ever seen on a man.

The thought of those lips wandering over her skin, kissing her mouth, sucking on her nipples, sent a

rush of tingles cascading throughout her body.

“I’ll answer it,” she finally said, once she recovered her voice. “Is that why you guys invited me

out tonight? To see if you could get in my pants?”

“Of course not,” Eric said at the same time Brandon offered a simple “yes”.
The two men glared at each other, and she had the insane urge to giggle uncontrollably.
“I have a tendency to believe Brandon over you, Eric,” she said, her voice soft, her breath lodged

in her throat as she waited for their reply.

Eric sighed and shook his head. “Fine. It was his idea. He became interested when I told him I

kissed you and became…aroused.”

A little thrill filled her at the thought that their outrageous kiss had caused the same reaction within

Eric as it had for her. “I told you it was intense.”

“It was,” Eric admitted, his gaze skittering in Brandon’s direction.
Brandon didn’t seem bothered by his admission in the least. “He’s never been interested in a

woman before. Not like he’s interested in you, Alexa. And that interests me.”

She finally couldn’t contain it any longer; she laughed. Laughed and laughed even as the server

brought over their plate of appetizers. Her hunger was long forgotten as she considered this odd
situation she found herself in.

Months of the single life and she’d been okay with it. She hadn’t found anyone who interested her

and that had been fine. She had her vibrator when the urge for an orgasm came over her. She viewed
it as stress relief more than anything.

But now she had not just one but two gorgeous guys interested in her. Two gay guys who…what?

Wanted to include her in their kinky sex games? Did they both want to fuck her at the same time?
Were they exhibitionists and wanted to fuck each other while she watched?

Her pussy grew wet at the thought. These two gorgeous men, naked bodies entwined, mouths

wrapped around each other’s cocks. Brandon sinking his cock inside Eric’s body and both of them

moaning…

Her cheeks flamed, and she took another much-needed drink. “So you want to fuck me.”
Eric nearly spit out the potato skin he’d been munching on. “Jesus, Lex.”
“I want to get to know you first,” Brandon said quietly as he watched her carefully. Damn if she

didn’t want to squirm. “I think something could—happen if we let it.”

“This is weird,” she said with a slight shake of her head.
“Don’t question it,” he said, his deep voice low, rippling along her nerve endings and making the

tiny hairs on her arms stand up. “Just go with your gut reaction. What’s it telling you to do?”

She studied his face, his hazel eyes, his beautiful, sinful mouth. God, he really was gorgeous. The

most gorgeous man she’d ever encountered. And Eric certainly was no slouch. He was beautiful in his
own right with the dirty blond hair and sharp masculine features. She knew many of the women and
even a few of the men in the building cast envious glances her way—only because she sat at the table
with two of the most handsome men in the entire bar.

“My gut’s telling me that you’re crazy.” She paused and let her words sink in, experienced a little

thrill when she caught the worried glimmer shining in his eyes. “And that I’m crazy for even
considering it.”

“You’d consider it?” She heard the shock in Eric’s voice, and she laughed again.
“I would. Now tell me how you boys are going to convince me this is the right thing to do?”
“This has nothing to do with right or wrong.” Brandon’s expression was intense, subdued.
“We want you to be comfortable, Lex.” Eric pushed the giant white plate loaded with appetizers

toward her. “Eat something.”

“I’m not hungry anymore.” She shook her head, pushed the plate back in Eric’s direction. She

finished off her drink instead.

If she was even going to consider this, she needed to have a few drinks in her. Not to get drunk

because she wasn’t about to be taken advantage of—though she didn’t believe Eric would ever take
advantage of her.

Brandon, she had no clue. He made her uneasy what with his dark looks and barely restrained

strength. He could easily take her even if she did protest. He was that big, that strong looking.

And what would that feel like? To know he could use his brute strength and take her against her

will. Tear her clothes off and press her against a wall while he restrained her with those big hands,
savagely enter her with one brutal thrust and fuck her ruthlessly.

Oh God, she was breaking out in a sweat just thinking about it. She pressed her thighs together to

stop the ache that grew in her pussy.

Thankfully, they entered into easy territory, chatting about various subjects and she asked Eric all

sorts of questions, curious as to everything he’d been doing the last few years. This was the catch up
she’d longed for at the wedding, and she was glad Eric had called her and kept the contact going.

Despite the offer by his brooding boyfriend, despite the fact they wanted to involve her in their

sexual escapades—God, she still couldn’t believe it—it felt right spending time with Eric. Enjoying
his friendship, their easy camaraderie and eventually even Brandon joined in, sharing wry
observations about Eric and their life. Allowing glimpses into their relationship, even answering the
few questions she asked.

She was having a good time, her body felt languid, her mind relaxed. She’d limited herself to two

drinks, had eaten a few yummy appetizers after all and contentedness seeped into her, making her

mellow. Making her mind open to the possibilities.

Oh, the many possibilities…
“Maybe we should do this,” she murmured at no particular moment. Interrupting Eric who was

sharing some anecdote of their past life, some minor faux pas she’d committed in front of him that he
now shared gleefully with Brandon.

Eric paused in his storytelling, his gaze razor sharp as it landed upon her. “Maybe we should do

what?”

“Maybe we should do this.” She waved a hand between all three of them, a little smile curling her

lips. “I can’t deny I’m curious, Eric. What it would be like. With you.”

“What would what be like?” He asked like he didn’t know what she talked about.
The liar. He knew exactly what she was referring to.
“Sex. Between you and me. That’s what I want tonight, just between you and me.” She pointed a

finger in Brandon’s direction. “And you can watch. Do you approve, Mister Man?”

“You don’t want me to participate?” Brandon’s expression had turned extraordinarily dark, almost

menacing as he glared at her. He was most likely a man rarely denied.

Well, she felt like denying him tonight. He deserved to be tortured, what with the quick way he

offered up his scandalous proposition. “No, you can’t. You’re the one who wanted this. I’ll let you
watch. But I’m not going to fuck you.”

Eric made a strangled noise. “Lex…”
“No, it’s all right,” Brandon cut him off. He shifted, leaned toward her from across the table. “If I

can’t actively participate then I at least get to hold you.”

Her brows lifted. What the hell was he talking about? “Hold me?”
“As an offering for Eric. The only reason this is happening is because of me. He never would’ve

had the guts to do this on his own.”

She looked at Eric. “Is that true?”
Eric shrugged, looking sheepish. “Maybe.”
“It is,” Brandon said, his voice firm. “You’re my offering. A gift for Eric, if you’re willing. I get to

make the offer.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She really didn’t. How could he make her his offering?

She didn’t quite get it. She was tired, a little buzzed and a lot confused. It wouldn’t take much to
wreck havoc on her brain cells.

He smiled, the first genuine smile she’d seen all night. “Come back to our place and I’ll show

you.”

Anticipation coursed through Eric’s veins, making his body tremble with excitement. He still

couldn’t believe they were actually going through with this scheme. A scheme that when Brandon
proposed it, he never believed it would happen.

They had Alexa Lang in their apartment, glancing around as she took in the décor, the pictures on

the wall, the photos scattered on the entertainment center. As if she looked for glimpses of their
intimate life, what made them tick, what made them even consider this suggestion of the three of them
hooking up tonight.

Well, the two of them. An even more intimidating scene considering he’d never been with a woman

before and really had no idea what to do. He thought if he and Brandon were involved in the situation
together, Brandon would offer him guidance. Tell him what to do in order to please her.

Now he was left to handle everything on his own. That is, if Lex was still up to it.
“Your apartment is nice,” she finally said, coming to a stop in the middle of the living room. “Not

what I expected.”

“What did you expect?” Eric watched as Brandon left the room, headed in the direction of their

bedroom. Most likely preparing it for seduction? Shit, he didn’t have a clue.

He hated feeling nervous, like a little kid. It made him jittery and out of sorts.
“I have no idea.” She laughed softly, the sound curling around him, making him warm inside and he

went to her, taking both of her hands in his.

“Are you really all right with this?” He looked into her eyes, the moment so surreal, so huge in his

mind. He’d been with Austin long ago, their relationship had been good but they’d been young and
impatient. Passionate and volatile. He’d never really thought of Alexa in such a way, though he
always found her cute, easy to talk to.

“Eric, this is a dream come to life.” She stared up into his eyes, gave his hands a firm squeeze.

“I’ve wanted you for like, ever.”

He couldn’t help but be flattered. It wasn’t every day a guy’s told a woman pined over him for

years. “But like this?”

“I’ll take you any way I can get you.” She glanced down the hall. “But what about him? Is he all

right with this? Is he…all right?”

Eric knew what she meant. She wanted to make sure Brandon was on the up and up, not that he

blamed her. “He’s cool, Lex. Trust me. I don’t hook up with weirdos or freaks. He’s just been a little
out of sorts lately. I think he’s looking for some excitement.”

“Funny, I’ve been feeling the same way,” she murmured, her voice wistful. She turned her attention

back on him. “He seems awfully bossy.”

“He’s definitely the dominant one,” he said with a laugh. “He likes to tell people what to do.”
“And you don’t mind?” She shook her head. “I think that sort of thing would make me nuts.”
“I like it. I always have.” He leaned in close, pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “If you let yourself

go, you might find you like it too.”

She hitched in a breath, surely a reaction to his closeness and he pressed another kiss to her cheek,

let his mouth drift across the dewy softness of her skin until he kissed the corner of her mouth.
Memories surged of the frantic, passionate kiss they shared less than a week ago, and his cock jerked.

This was going to be good between them. He wasn’t sure exactly how Brandon would take part in

this, but he knew without a doubt his lover would make it perfect for the both of them. For all three of
them.

Brandon had always been a considerate lover.
“Hey, none of that. Not yet.” Brandon walked back into the room, and they both sprang away from

each other. Eric knew Brandon was teasing, but he also caught a glimpse of the tension in his body,
the anticipation almost palpitating off of him in waves.

He knew Brandon eagerly awaited this moment almost as much as he did. Hell, he still couldn’t

believe it was happening.

“Let’s go back to the bedroom,” Brandon suggested, his voice a low, sexy rumble as he glanced

between the two of them.

Alexa immediately followed behind him, and Eric fell into step behind her. All her talk of not

liking a bossy man, she certainly seemed to respond to Brandon without any problem. She just might

discover there was a bit of a sexual thrill in being told what to do, he thought.

The room was dark, lit by sporadic candles placed here and there. Quite the sensual mood

considering Eric wouldn’t describe Brandon as romantic. Sexy as hell and commanding in bed,
absolutely. Definitely not romantic.

“Just trying to set the mood,” Brandon murmured as if he could read Eric’s mind. Not the first time

he’d done something like that either.

They’d been pretty much in sync since the day they met.
“Your bed is huge,” Alexa murmured as she ran a hand along the comforter. “And soft.”
“Enough room for all three of us,” Brandon said. His voice was firm, edged with steel, and Eric’s

cock lengthened at his comment. At the thought of all three of them naked and tangled up in the sheets
together.

He could hardly wait.
Eagerly he reached for her, his hands alighting upon Alexa’s waist, but Brandon’s low grumble

from behind stopped him in his tracks. He turned to find Brandon glowering at Alexa.

“Let her do it. I want Lexi to strip for both of us.” She visibly bristled at his command, and

Brandon shook his head with a chuckle. “I might not get to fuck you, but I’m calling the shots here
tonight.”

“And what if I don’t like it?” She rested her hands on her hips—feisty and steaming mad. She’d

always had fire. Eric remembered Austin bitching about her moods more than once, and he’d been
witness to more than a few arguments and fits a la Alexa.

“You’ll like it, trust me. Besides, you don’t have a choice, sweetheart,” Brandon said grimly, not

about to stand down. “Now get undressed. Or do you need me to help you?”

Eric watched, frothing at the mouth as she gaped at Brandon. Their bickering could almost be

considered foreplay. And it turned him on, to see his lover and this woman, this sexy woman, glaring
at each other. The air crackled with heat, charged with an unseen energy that seemed to wrap around
him. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for what he knew would happen.

Alexa would give. And she would take off her clothes, and Brandon would watch and hell, he

might even help her along with the task. He might touch her too, but he wasn’t going to fuck her.

He might be an asshole sometimes, but Brandon never went back on his word. Ever.
“I don’t need your help,” she finally said, anger lacing her voice as she bent over and slipped off

one sandal, then the other. They both fell to the floor with a resounding thud. “Keep your hands off
me.”

“You’re just asking for me to touch you, you do realize this, right?” Brandon stood directly in front

of her, almost invading her space, and she took a step back.

He followed right along with her.
“Get undressed, Eric,” he tossed over his shoulder, almost like an afterthought.
Eric quickly shed his clothes, his aching cock throbbing for relief. Already he was incredibly hard

and he stroked himself, giving a low moan at the sensation.

“Get your hands off your dick. Save it for Lexi here.”
“No one calls me Lexi,” she threw at Brandon the same time she threw her shirt at his head.
He tossed it onto the floor. “I call you Lexi. Now hurry up.”
Giving an indignant huff, she undid the button and zipper on her jeans and shoved them off her hips,

kicking them off her legs. She stood before Brandon in just black panties and a matching bra, her

creamy skin practically glowing in the candlelight. Eric watched from his perch on the edge of the
mattress, admiring her curves, the slope of her ass, the barest peek of butt cheeks.

She had a nice body. Long and lean with a bubbly ass and full breasts.
Eric couldn’t wait to touch her.
Brandon waved a finger in Alexa’s direction. “Take the rest of it off.”
She lifted her chin, her expression frighteningly defiant. “Why don’t you do it? Since you were so

eager to help and all.”

With an almost feral grin his big hands reached out and settled on her shoulders, giving them a

slight squeeze. “With pleasure.” He dipped his head close, his mouth hovered just above her ear, and
she visibly shivered. “Now turn around.”

He spun her around before she could say a word and unhooked her bra, shoving the straps from her

shoulders. It fell in a tangled heap on the floor. Then he was on his knees, looking as if he almost
worshipped her, his hands resting on her hips, fingers curled into the waistband of her panties.

“Wh—what are you doing?” Her voice trembled, her limbs shook and excitement curled through

Eric as he watched the show unfold.

Brandon shot a glance in his direction, his gaze smoldering, his eyes full of promise. He did all of

this for him. Putting on a grand show, putting Alexa on display for Eric’s perusal. Deciding to go with
it, Eric rearranged himself on the bed. Propped up against the pillows, arms stretched and hands
resting behind his head, he crossed his feet at his ankles and settled in. Ready to watch the drama
unfold.

More than eager to participate in it too.
“What I’m doing is taking off your panties,” Brandon answered as he slowly lowered the thin

fabric, revealing her ass. The panties slid from her plump cheeks, down her thighs, dragging along her
skin. She sighed, a mournful little sound and Brandon smiled. Her panties were wrapped around her
knees, and he reached up, stroked a hand down the curve of her ass.

“You want to touch her, Eric?”
Eric nodded, wrapped his fingers around his cock. Damn if he didn’t want to blow right then and

there.

“Her skin is soft.” Brandon reared up on his knees and pressed his face against her ass, his lips

perilously close to her pussy. “I can smell her.”

“Oh God,” Alexa moaned.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” Brandon commanded and she did so as best she could, trapped

still by her panties. He dipped his index finger between her legs, testing her. “Ah fuck, so wet.”

“Jesus,” Eric grunted, fisting himself. He didn’t want to do this, not like this, with his cock in his

hand and about ready to explode. But it was such a turn on, watching his lover touch the woman he
wanted more than any other woman he’d ever met.

Brandon stroked her between her legs, adding another finger and thrusting deep. The juicy sounds

of her pussy filled the room, accompanied by her breathless little pants and Eric stroked himself in
time with Brandon’s thrusting fingers.

“I know I said I wouldn’t fuck her,” Brandon muttered, his expression ragged. As if he were

completely overcome. “But I gotta taste her. At least once.”

“Do it, Brandon,” Eric urged, his voice a harsh whisper.
“Yes Brandon, do it,” Alexa urged, her legs spreading as far as they could, revealing the dark pink

depths of her pussy.

“Beg for it.”
Her breath hitched in her throat. “What?”
“Beg me for it. Ask me to lick your pussy.” Brandon had pulled this trick on Eric more than once.

He knew Eric was more inhibited, didn’t like making such dirty commands but once he drew it out of
him it had been damn liberating.

“Li—lick my pussy,” she whispered, her eyes sliding closed as she pressed her lips together.
“Look at me over your shoulder and beg for it again. And this time, say my name.” Brandon

withdrew his fingers from her, earning a sad little whimper from deep inside her throat.

She looked at him from over her shoulder. “Lick my pussy, Brandon. Please.”
He rested his hands on her hips and gave her pussy an exaggerated lick. “Like that?”
“Yes.” She nodded frantically. “Like that.”
“You want fingers?”
“I want fingers. Please.”
“And tongue.”
“Tongue and fingers, yes, yes.” She nodded again, her hair swinging about her face.
Eric stroked himself faster, pre-come dribbling from the tip of his cock. He used it to lubricate

himself, gave a little moan as Brandon tongue fucked Alexa with abandon from behind. She stood in
the middle of the bedroom, her legs spread awkwardly, black panties strangling her knees. Brandon
on his knees behind her, still completely clothed, his face buried in the back of her. Tongue extended,
long and flat as he licked and sucked at her creamy pussy.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered against her. “But I can’t let you come.”
“What?” Her question came out strangled as she jerked away from him. Brandon nearly fell to the

ground, but he kept himself upright.

“I can’t let you come. We have to save that for Eric.” Brandon looked in his direction, pointed a

finger at him. “Get over here. She’s more than ready for you. You want a taste of her pussy?”

“I want to fuck her,” Eric said, not in the mood for any foreplay. He just wanted to get himself

inside her tight body and fuck her until he exploded.

“Oh my God.” Alexa sounded as if she were in pain as she yanked the panties off, stumbling about

the room. Brandon stood and grabbed her by the arm, leading her toward the bed. He pushed her
down, and she landed on top of Eric, a heap of feminine soft skin, sweet scent and wet, wet pussy.

Eric’s cock twitched, and their gazes met. “Are you ready?” she asked, her eyes bright, her cheeks

flushed.

“Oh yeah,” he said with false bravado. Hell if he knew if he was ready.
“You two aren’t ready until I say you’re ready.” Brandon loomed over them, tall and menacing,

still clad in his jeans and black sweater. Looking completely and utterly in control of the situation,
save for the glimmer of her juices on his swollen lips.

Damn if Eric didn’t find that fucking sexy.
“Is he always this commanding?” Alexa asked Eric, her voice low and so close to his ear he

shivered.

“Always,” Eric said with a nod, looking at Brandon. He gave him a slow smile and Brandon

smiled in return.

Chapter Five

Alexa felt the hard probe of Eric’s cock against her belly, and she pressed against him, eager to

have him inside her. She ignored the man who stood over them though it proved difficult. Her skin
tingled, she could feel his eyes sweep over her. She focused her attention on Eric instead, sending him
a smile. His arms circled around her and held her close, his fingers brushing against the top of her
butt, her breasts smashed against his hard chest, nipples hard and aching.

He had a nice body from what she could feel. She hadn’t gotten a chance to check him out. She’d

been too focused on what Brandon had been doing to her.

She hated admitting that but, God, the way he bossed her around, stripped her of her underwear,

pushed his fingers inside her body and then his tongue…it had been unbelievable. Her body still
vibrated, her head spun and her clit throbbed in anticipation of her orgasm.

Damn the man for not giving her one. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to

touch her to bring her so close to the edge.

And then he halted, left her there, hanging in agony. The bastard.
The delicious, no-good, commanding, sexy as hell bastard.
She heard the rustling of clothing and glanced over her shoulder, her breath lodging in her throat.

Brandon stripped off his sweater, revealing a broad, muscled chest and six-pack abs. His skin was
bare save for a feathering of dark brown hair around his navel that narrowed into a trail that led
beyond the top of his jeans. She licked her lips, unable to help herself.

“He’s gorgeous isn’t he?” Eric whispered in her ear, his voice naughty, his hands wandering all

over her body.

She nodded, went with Eric when he rolled them over so they both rested on their sides, facing

each other. “Wait ’til you see him completely naked.”

Alexa laughed and shook her head, still unable to wrap her mind around what was unfolding. She

was naked in bed with Eric. Watching Eric’s boyfriend strip and about to join them.

So. Freaking. Weird.
And wicked.
And hot.
Brandon didn’t say a word, just stared down at them with glittering eyes, his hands busy working

on his belt. He undid it, slid the leather from the loops with a clean whoosh and let it clank to the
floor. She kept her eyes trained on his beautiful big hands, watching his fingers work over the snap
and zipper of his jeans, push the offending fabric off his hips. Her eyes widened when she realized he
wore no underwear and his cock sprang free, long and thick and just about the hugest thing she’d ever
seen.

“See?” Eric said, giving her ear a lick, and she squirmed.
How she wished she could ride him tonight instead of Eric.
No, no, no. Not true. I’ve wanted this forever with Eric. This is my dream come true. I want to

fuck Eric tonight.

She also wanted to fuck Brandon too. God, the way he touched her…
What if they wanted to both fuck her? At the same time?
Alexa shook her head, her heart leaping in her throat when the mattress dipped and shifted from

Brandon’s weight. She turned, watched him with wary eyes as he came closer to her. He didn’t look
away. It was as if he could see her every secret and desire.

Very disconcerting.
“Get away from him,” Brandon commanded with a low rumble. “Come over to me.”
“But…”
“Now, Lexi.” His mouth thinned, and she wondered what he might do if she kissed him.
Probably shove her away and smack her ass for being disobedient.
Her skin warmed. Why did that particular image thrill her so much?
Slowly, reluctantly but not really, she moved toward Brandon. His arms banded around her,

hauling her close, pulling her to him. He scooted up on the mattress until he got into the sitting
position, his back cushioned by a pile of pillows. He settled her in front of him, her butt nestled
against his very hard cock, her back pressed against his extremely hard chest.

He was hard all over. His skin was smooth and hot and pulsing with life, with strength. Just being

so close to him made her shiver almost uncontrollably.

You’re here for Eric. Eric!
But she wanted Brandon too. God, she was such a greedy bitch. She always had been. Eric was so

delicious, but she still wanted more.

The little voice screaming inside her head always came at the most inopportune or opportune times

—take your pick.

“My offering,” he whispered into her hair. “My gift to Eric.”
“I’m not an object,” she protested just for the hell of it. It was as if he brought it out in her. The

feistiness, her blatant disobedience. She’d always been a bit of a fighter but something about Brandon
made her want to duke it out with him even more than usual.

“No, you’re much more precious than that. A flesh and blood woman, a desirable woman and Eric

wants you.” He dipped his head closer, his lips upon her ear. He bit into the lobe and tugged, earning
a little whimper from deep inside her throat. “I want you.”

Her heart leapt with excitement at his admission. He wanted her. And God, did she want him too.

But she also wanted Eric.

“Get a condom on, Eric,” Brandon said. Eric reached for the drawer in the bedside table, yanking

it open so hard it nearly fell out. He dug in the drawer until he found a small square wrapper. She
watched in appreciation as he rolled the condom on his cock, admired his length. He was big, but not
as large as Brandon.

She could feel that thing nudging against her ass, swore she felt the wet smear of his pre-come on

her skin. She wiggled against him, aroused at the thought of him spilling on her flesh. Standing over
her, strong, muscular legs spread, fingers wrapped around his cock, jerking himself until he spurted
come all over her as she lay beneath him.

The both of them standing over her, marking her with their semen, the image sent a fresh spurt of

liquid heat between her thighs and she rested her hand there. Gave a gentle flick to her swollen clit.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Brandon whispered, his hand coming over hers, fingers curling about hers.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

“I want to come,” she whimpered, feeling desperate. Flayed and open and ready to admit her every

need to him.

“It’s going to happen and soon. Trust me. The buildup will be so good it’ll be worth it.” He

maneuvered her hand with his own, stroking her, her fingers touching her clit but moved by him. It
was sexy, powerful, having him touch her by using her hand. “You’re so ready, aren’t you, baby?”

She nodded, her entire body trembling, focused completely on the throbbing, tender spot between

her legs.

“Are you ready, Eric?” They both glanced up to find Eric before them, on his knees, his hand

wrapped firmly about the base of his cock.

“Yeah.” He gave a jerky nod, his face covered in a light sheen of perspiration.
“Then touch her.” Brandon let go of her hand, his palms curving around her breasts, holding them.

Offering them to Eric to feast upon. “Suck her nipples.”

Eric bent over her, rained kisses across her sensitive flesh. She shivered, gave a little whispering

sigh when he licked at the valley between her breasts. Nearly came out of her skin when he licked and
sucked first one nipple, then the other into the moist, hot cavern of his mouth.

“He knows how to suck,” Brandon whispered into her ear, only for her to hear. “He sucks my cock

so good I explode in his mouth.”

That image remained in her head as Eric continued his gentle assault on her breasts with his mouth,

tongue and teeth. Brandon continued to hold her breasts, molding them into his palms, caressing her
with his fingers. He pinched one nipple when Eric sucked the other, drawing it out with his thumb and
forefinger, both of them driving her crazy. She thrashed about in Brandon’s arms, hardly able to
contain herself, ready for Eric to plunge his cock inside her.

She reached for him, wrapped her fingers around Eric’s cock, thrilled at the sound of his agonized

moan. He wanted her as bad as she wanted him. She knew it, and she drew in a sharp breath when she
felt Brandon’s lips on her cheek, kissing her, licking at her skin.

“He wants to be inside you,” he whispered again in her ear. So low surely Eric didn’t hear him.

“He wants to fuck you so bad. Do you want him, Lexi?”

“Yes.” She gave a vigorous nod.
“Do you want me?”
Alexa refused to answer, a little whimper escaping her when she released her hold on Eric’s cock,

and he came closer to her. Poised just above her, his questioning gaze met hers. As if asking
permission and she nodded slowly, answering the both of them.

With one sure thrust, Eric pushed inside her deep, all three of them moaning in unison. She was

completely cushioned between the two men, surrounded by acres of sweaty hot male skin, wandering
hands and probing cocks.

Her clit throbbed and swelled even more, her stomach clenched and she grabbed hold of Eric’s

shoulders. Ready to hold on for the ride.

The most glorious ride of her sexual life.

Brandon held her close, his nose buried in her fragrant, sleek hair. He watched in fascination as

Eric pushed himself inside Alexa’s body, he watched where their bodies connected. Slowly Eric
withdrew, his cock thick, glistening with her cream and then he plunged back inside, earning a moan
from deep within Alexa’s body.

He’d felt a connection to her from the start. He felt connected to her now, even though she had

another man—his man—inside her body. She was the one who lay in his arms, whose body was
pressed so close to his. She admitted to him without words that she wanted him, that she most likely
wished it were him inside her body and not Eric.

With a frown he slightly shook his head. Didn’t this present a fucking major problem?
One night with her, a couple of hours of conversation and he was ready to toss everything aside for

a chance with her? Just her?

Hell, no. Not even close to being possible, let alone smart.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come already,” Eric muttered, his voice guttural, his expression tense. Sweat

coated his face, the muscles in his arms strained as he pumped himself inside Alexa. “I’m close. I’m
close.”

Without hesitation Brandon reached in between them, his fingers going for her distended clit. Her

body tensed against his, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he played with her clit, circled it with his
fingers, felt the nudge of Eric’s cock as it slid faster and faster inside her wet pussy.

A pussy he couldn’t wait to fuck, to taste some more. He still didn’t know what had come over him,

fucking her with his tongue and fingers like he had. As if he couldn’t resist her. Her musky scent had
reached his nostrils, luring him in and he’d bent his head closer for a sniff. Saw the gentle curve of
her ass, the juicy pink depths of her pussy, he’d breathed there, just once. Just to see if she reacted.

Her shiver had been all the evidence he needed. He’d touched her, sunk his finger deep and she’d

been so wet, so tight. Licked her as if he was some sort of out of control boy and she’d tasted so
fucking good. If he could, he’d suck her clit into his mouth right now. Drive her wild with a vigorous
tongue fuck until she shattered beneath him. Crying out his name and begging for more…

Later, he told himself as he concentrated on bringing forth her orgasm. He’d have enough time for

that later.

He had a feeling his Lexi was enjoying this more than she cared to admit.
“Oh,” she whimpered, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck, her fingers buried into his hair.

She arched, sending Eric’s cock even deeper, and he groaned his entire body tensed above hers.

Brandon startled at her easy touch, the way she arched into him. She was being fucked by Eric but

grabbing onto him. And Eric was close to orgasm—he recognized the signs. His lover was about
ready to come like a madman, and he worked Lexi’s clit harder, timing his strokes to the rhythmic
pants of her breath. Faster, faster until her body tensed as well, and she gasped out his name.

His name. Brandon. Not Eric’s.
Eric didn’t even notice, too intent on his impending climax. He pumped once, again, one more time

and then he bent over Alexa’s body, his entire body consumed with shivers. He threw back his head
with an anguished shout and came, his cock jammed deep inside her, emptying himself until there was
nothing left.

Brandon’s cock jerked and he pushed the thought away. He most likely wasn’t coming tonight. He

attended to Lexi’s needs, for once not a selfish lover, desperately wanting to make her come. Her
hands tugged at his hair, hurting him and then her body convulsed, a ripple of movement beneath her
skin as she moaned long and low. Her orgasm swept over her and sent her straight over the edge.

The edge into pure sexual bliss. He actually mourned the thought.
Wished he was the one buried so deep inside her body.

Eric shifted, felt the familiar warm body nestled close behind his. A fragrant bundle of female flesh

lay resplendent in his arms, fast asleep, the tiniest snore emerging. He lay in the middle of the bed,
Brandon behind him, Alexa in front of him. Sated and exhausted, a giant smile curved his lips.

He’d just fucked Alexa while Brandon held her. Touched her. And damn it had been good. The

sensation of her hot pussy when he first entered her, so tight, her inner walls milking him, grasping his

length as he pulled out, damn. Like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He was always the bottom
in the relationship. Loved nothing more than sucking a big dick and receiving one in his ass, he
actually never fucked Brandon in the entirety of their relationship.

It had been a revelation, finding himself buried deep inside Alexa’s welcoming body. Like a sort of

coming home, a clarity of feeling that had emptied his brain and filled his body with a swell of
unknown emotion. The sensation of her pussy wrapped tight around his cock, soft and wet, her inner
walls rippling along his length, it had been…unbelievable. Something he thought he’d never cared to
experience. He realized he wanted more. And often.

God, the more he thought about it, the more emotional he felt. If tears stung his eyes he was going to

feel like the world’s biggest, overemotional baby.

Brandon nudged against him, his cock hard, brushing against the top of Eric’s buttocks. Eric nudged

back, the smile still curving his lips, his eyes sliding closed. Poor Brandon, he’d been left hanging
after he and Lex had come. He’d never complained though. Never demanded anyone give him an
orgasm once, which was rather unselfish of him.

Rather unusual of him too.
“You awake?” Brandon slipped his arms around him, his hands splayed across his stomach, fingers

lightly stroking.

Eric shivered at his touch, his cock giving a twitch of appreciation. “Maybe.”
“How about our guest?”
Eric glanced down at Alexa. Her eyes were tightly shut, her lips parted, another little snore

emitting past her lips. “Sacked out.”

“I can’t sleep,” Brandon admitted, nuzzling Eric’s neck. His hand slipped lower, glancing across

his dick and balls.

“I’d say the fact that you didn’t get to come earlier might be the problem.” Eric groaned when

Brandon wrapped his fingers around Eric’s cock and stroked.

“Might be,” Brandon agreed cheerily. He pressed his thick erection between Eric’s ass cheeks.

“Think you could do something about that? Help me out?”

“I think I might be able to offer some help.” Another strangled groan sounded in his throat when

Brandon’s hand stroked downward, moving to his hip before he slid his hand down Eric’s ass.

“Roll over on your stomach, Eric.” Brandon’s low voice sent a thrill shooting along Eric’s spine,

and he did as he bid, careful not to disturb the sleeping Alexa.

“Mmm.” Brandon braced himself over Eric, his hands pressed on either side of his shoulders as he

dusted Eric’s back with lingering wet kisses. Down he went, kissing and licking, nibbling his heated
flesh, and Eric buried his face into the mattress, his cock thickening with every brush of Brandon’s
lips.

Next to him Alexa stirred. He watched her in mute fascination as she rolled over onto her back, the

sheet falling away to reveal her lush breasts. Her nipples were soft, pink and tempting and if he didn’t
have a huge man pressed hard against him he would’ve reached over and licked them to hard
awareness.

Brandon’s mouth brushed against his backside as he shifted downward, his hands locked on his

buttocks. “Spread, baby,” he grunted and Eric spread his legs eagerly, accommodating his every wish.
Brandon settled between his spread legs and licked down the seam of his ass, spreading him wider
with his hands.

Eric moaned into the mattress, not wanting to wake Alexa, but he couldn’t contain himself. She

moved again, restless as she murmured something completely unintelligible, and he leaned in.
Dropped a gentle kiss upon the tip of one breast, the only one he could reach.

Her thick lashes fluttered open, revealing her hazy blue gaze and she stared up at him, looking

confused. She blinked once, twice, bringing him into full focus and then she smiled. Reached out and
ran a hand through his tousled hair.

“Eric,” she murmured.
“Christ,” he bit out when he felt the firm, wet lash of Brandon’s tongue against his puckered hole.

He groaned again, his eyes sliding closed and he drew Alexa’s nipple into his mouth. Sucked her
deep as Brandon stroked him again and again, his tongue thorough and wet and so fucking good.

Alexa cried out, her body shifting restlessly beneath him. He uttered a curse when Brandon’s big

hands wrapped around his hips and lifted him, positioning him on his hands and knees. Alexa watched
helplessly, her delicate brows wrinkled in confusion as she watched the two men move into their
familiar position above her.

“Watch, Lexi,” Brandon commanded, his voice fierce, his hands gentle upon Eric’s flesh. “Watch

me fuck Eric.”

She lay still, her eyes wide, her tongue sneaking out to moisten her lips. Eric hung his head, slightly

humiliated at the way Brandon always took control of the situation. He’d never minded before. He
liked how rough, how strong Brandon was in their relationship.

But would Alexa think less of him for behaving in such a manner? Would she believe him unmanly?
Fuck, he didn’t know but it was too late now. Brandon shifted behind him, he heard the tear of a

condom wrapper being opened and knew what was to come. The thick probe of Brandon’s cock when
he breached Eric’s entry, the muscles tensed in resistance just before they gave and then the smooth
glide of his long cock deep inside his body.

He shivered in anticipation.
“You want me to fuck you, Eric?” Brandon’s cock nudged between Eric’s buttocks, an exquisite

tease.

“God yes,” Eric muttered.
“See, Lexi? He begs just like you do. I can make you both beg.” The cocky tone of Brandon’s voice

should’ve irritated the hell out of him but, again, he just didn’t care. His body waited in breathless
anticipation for Brandon’s invasion. He could hardly fucking stand it any longer.

“Do it,” Eric panted, pushing his ass against Brandon’s erection. “Fuck me, Brandon.”
He heard Alexa’s quiet whimper and he looked at her, saw how aroused she was. Her nipples

were hard, her hand rested between her legs, and he realized she was stroking herself.

Brandon entered him with one powerful thrust, pushing the air right out of Eric’s lungs. He pounded

inside his body, his hips and stomach slapping against his ass, the sound of connecting flesh echoing
in the quiet bedroom. Brandon’s hands held him firm as he pushed deep, and Eric wrapped his hand
around his cock, fisting himself, desperate for another orgasm.

Alexa’s hand busily stroked between her legs, Eric could hear the creamy sounds of her wet pussy,

and he stroked faster. Harder. Pulling on the tip of his cock, he felt the familiar buildup at the base of
his spine, the race of semen through the length of his cock.

“Come for me, Lexi,” he heard Brandon demand. “Touch your little clit and come for me.”
“Oh!” She cried out, her entire body still for one breathless moment before she shattered. Her hand

slowed though she still touched her clit as she shook, her climax taking over her body. Her eyes slid
closed, her whimpering cries loud to Eric’s ears.

Bringing his own climax closer to the edge.
Unable to stop it he gave his cock one final jerk and spilled onto his hand, the sheets, Alexa’s hip.

Long streams of creamy semen spewed from his cock again and again. She dipped her fingers into the
stickiness that covered her skin and brought them to her lips, tasting him.

He gave a wretched groan, the sight nearly undoing him. She coated her fingers with more come

and pushed between her legs, rubbing it there. Marking herself with his come.

Jesus.
A loud shout sounded above him and then Brandon was coming as well, his body rigid, his cock

pulsating deep inside Eric’s ass. Wave after wave assaulted him, he could feel Brandon without even
seeing him, knew that his orgasm was intense, huge. Finally his lover slumped over him, his mouth
pressed against his sweaty back, his hands stroking the outside of Eric’s thighs.

“Amazing,” he heard Brandon mutter, and he couldn’t help but agree.
Made all the more amazing with Alexa in their bed.
Would she think him crazy if he begged her to stay a little longer?

Chapter Six

Alexa couldn’t concentrate. She stared uselessly at the computer monitor, her fingers poised over

the keyboard and ready to type. She had a letter she needed to complete by the end of the day, and it
was already four-thirty. Her boss was going to be pissed if she didn’t turn it over for his review soon.

Yet she couldn’t come up with one rational word. All she could think about was Eric. And

Brandon. What she’d shared with them. Brandon’s arms wrapped around her, hands wandering all
over her body, the way he’d offered her to Eric who’d taken her so easily. Intense, earth-shattering
orgasms, emotions, sensations, all of it had threatened to overwhelm her that night. Those same
feelings still threatened.

It was hard for her to wrap her brain around it all. That it really had happened. She didn’t think

moments such as what she experienced two nights ago existed.

But they did. And she’d actually experienced it—and liked it. Didn’t feel like a slut over it either.

That was actually quite liberating.

She’d always been rather open in regards to sex, but she never believed she’d be up for something

so…creative. It had thrilled her just to watch Brandon fuck Eric. She’d brazenly touched herself,
giving herself an orgasm as she stared at them. The commanding way Brandon took over Eric, his
cock gliding deep inside Eric’s welcoming body. Two sweaty males grunting and groaning and
coming.

God. Eric had come on her, and she’d liked it. Liked how he marked her as if he was some sort of

possessive dog. She’d loved every freaking minute of it.

Was she depraved? A complete pervert? What would her friends think of her if she admitted what

happened? God, what would her family think?

Like she’d ever let them know. Her parents would keel over in shock. Austin would warn her off,

tell her she was making a huge mistake and go all protective older brother on her.

As if he had any room to talk. She’d heard rumors of wild escapades involving Austin. But she

never once questioned him about it. Not that she really wanted any details…

“Are you almost done with the letter, Alexa?” Her boss sped by, tossing the question over his

shoulder in passing.

“Almost,” she called after him, slumping in her chair once he entered his office. She stared at the

blinking cursor, mumbled under her breath as she started to mindlessly type.

She couldn’t let this affect her productivity at her job. She desperately needed this job. Her

apartment was small, not in the best part of town and hellishly expensive. But it was all hers. She
wasn’t dependent on her parents any longer though her mother did occasionally stop by with bags of
groceries to fill her cupboards and refrigerator. She was always grateful for the gesture. She knew her
mom worried over her.

She’d hate to have to move back in to her parents’ house, though. She was too old for that crap. The

economy was shit and so many people were suffering she had no room to complain. Her boss was
firm but fair. She knew he wouldn’t irrationally fire her for behaving like a dazed and confused
teenager the last few days.

But if she continued to suffer at her duties then she was in for it. She needed to straighten up and get

her shit together. It was bad enough she’d been restless and quietly unhappy the last few months.

Her cell phone beeped from deep inside her purse, indicating she had a text message, and she

ignored it, determined to finish the damn letter as the minute hand on the clock that hung on the
opposite wall clicked closer to five. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she came up with a bunch
of lawyer-type nonsense for the letter, something she was getting excessively good at as time went on.

Secretly she hated her damn job. It was boring. It didn’t stimulate her. And it wasn’t what she

wanted to do with her life. They paid her well, she got a lot of time off and she was treated fine. She
couldn’t complain. But oh, how boring it all was. Her entire life had felt boring lately. Stacy’s tale of
her cross-dressing boyfriend was the most exciting thing that happened to her recently.

Well, she’d kissed Eric before the crazy story from Stacy. And then when she fooled around with

him and the deliciously commanding Brandon a few nights ago.

Alexa wondered if they’d be interested in seeing her again.
Finishing the letter, she emailed it quickly to her boss, knowing that he would get right back to her

with a yay or nay answer on sending it. Deciding she had the time since nothing else was pressing in
the last fifteen minutes of her day, she reached into her purse. She yanked out her cell phone to check
the message.

The number was unfamiliar, and she frowned, pushing a button so she could read the text message.
I want to see you.
Frowning, she immediately texted back.
Who is this?
Her answer came back quick.
Correction. We both want to see you. Tonight.
Her skin sizzled, and she glanced about the room, thankful no one was lurking about.
Eric is that you?
A few moments passed and then her phone chimed.
This is Brandon.
She paused, clutching the cell phone, staring at the screen. She wasn’t sure what to say next.

Nerves jumbled in her stomach, making her queasy and she took a deep breath.

Her phone chimed again.
Cat got your tongue?
She smiled and shook her head. He enjoyed nothing more but to provoke.
And what a tasty tongue it is, the next message said.
Her cheeks heated with embarrassment, and she silently chastised herself. If he could make her

react so strongly when she wasn’t even with him then what the hell was she doing?

She should concentrate on Eric. Eric was familiar, friendly, sweet. Gorgeous and good in bed

though she couldn’t completely judge from their one interesting performance.

Which meant she needed to do it again with him—soon.
You’re teasing me, she finally replied.
I think you like it when I tease.
Alexa ignored her phone and checked her email. Saw that her boss had replied that the letter was

perfect as is. She opened the document and hit print, ready to send it off in the mail before she left for
the night. Her phone had chimed again, two times but she refrained from checking it. Allowed the
delicious anticipation to curl throughout her body first before she finally couldn’t stand it any longer
and grabbed her phone.

Want to come over tonight? I plan on teasing your body with my tongue.
Would you like that?
Shaking her head her fingers flew over the keyboard.
What about Eric?
What about him?
Will he be there?
Of course. He lives here. He suggested I invite you over.
She chewed on her lower lip, her entire body trembling at seeing them again.
Say yes Lexi, came his next reply. Using his nickname for her, it infuriated and aroused her all at

the same time.

She texted back a simple yes and then prepared an envelope for the letter. Turned off her computer

and gathered her stuff. Set the letter in the outgoing mail pile and let her boss know she was leaving
soon.

Finally she checked her phone one last time.
Be here at eight…and no panties allowed.
She bit back the smile that threatened and fled the suddenly oppressive office.

“So she’s coming.”
“Hell yeah she’ll be coming. We’ll all be coming tonight.” Brandon grinned, cocksure as usual.
Eric shook his head and chuckled. “What time did you tell her?”
“Eight, in a few hours.” Brandon glanced at the clock on the microwave in the kitchen. “I thought

she might turn us down.”

“Really?” Eric frowned. She’d seemed so into it that night. He still couldn’t get over the fact that

he fucked Alexa Lang. Alexa. He’d been inside her. All while his boyfriend held her in his arms. Then
she watched as he got fucked by Brandon. She hadn’t balked. She hadn’t freaked out. She liked it. Had
gotten off on it—literally.

Unbelievable.
“I think she wanted you to be the one who contacted her.” Brandon shook his head. “I don’t think

she likes me.”

“You’re a bossy, controlling asshole who likes to tell her what to do. Of course she doesn’t like

you,” Eric drawled, shaking his head. As if Brandon didn’t know any of this about himself.

Brandon actually had a hurt expression on his face. “You really think she doesn’t like me?”
Eric shrugged. “Nah, I was just giving you shit. She wouldn’t have done what she did if she wasn’t

into the both of us.”

“She told me straight up I couldn’t fuck her that night.” Brandon’s eyes were dark, piercing as he

stared at him. “I plan on fucking her tonight though. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not at all.” Eric shook his head. He was being honest. This is what they both wanted. An

experiment, a chance to have an amazing connection with a woman. One they both ached for. He
couldn’t be selfish and want Alexa all to himself.

“She’s hot,” Brandon said, rubbing a hand along his jaw. “Very responsive.”
They hadn’t even talked about what happened between the three of them, almost as if they’d been

too embarrassed to mention it to each other. Not that Eric regretted the moment, not by a long shot. But
how did one discuss such things with one’s boyfriend.

It was all just so damn…odd yet thrilling. He definitely didn’t want to stop seeing Alexa.

Excitement already built up inside him at knowing she was coming over later. That she would be
naked between the two of them, begging to be taken. He’d allow Brandon his fun, but he also wanted
a chance. He wanted to see those plump lips draw his dick deep inside her mouth. Wanted her to suck
him off while Brandon fucked her from behind.

Eric was getting hard just thinking about it.
“She’s extremely responsive,” Eric finally said. “She’s always been full of fire, ever since I’ve

known her at least.”

“Well she certainly showed that and more.” Brandon paused, his expression turning pensive. “How

long do you want to keep this up, Eric?”

“Keep what up? Messing around with Alexa?” When Brandon nodded, he shrugged. “I don’t know.

As long as you want to I guess. This was all your idea in the first place.”

“I don’t want this to be a few quick nights and then let it end. I want to continue this as long as she

lets us. As long as we’re both interested. Are you still interested? You know I did this all for you.”

“I know. And yeah definitely I’m still interested.” He was, but he didn’t like the far away glimmer

in his lover’s eyes either. Brandon had seemed quite taken with Alexa that evening. He’d brushed it
off, figuring Brandon was more taken with the situation rather than the woman.

Now, he wasn’t so sure.
“Think she’d let me tie her up?”
“Our second night together? I doubt it.” Eric laughed. Leave it up to Brandon to want to bust out the

kinky shit straight away.

“Too bad.” Brandon slowly shook his head, his hand streaking across his stubble-covered jaw

again. “She’d look gorgeous all trussed up, spread across the bed. Naked and open and willing for
us.”

Eric had to admit the image held massive appeal. “Ask her to do it once she’s more comfortable

with us.”

“But you see, it’s almost better when she’s not as comfortable. That offering of instant trust, it’s a

powerful thing.” Brandon’s eyes glowed with sinful thoughts. “To get her to give her trust to me, to
the both of us would be such a major commitment from her.”

“You want a commitment from her?” Eric was incredulous. He didn’t think Brandon had any desire

to search out a commitment from Alexa.

“I don’t know what I want. I want to play.” Brandon laughed and shook his head. “I sound like an

ass, but I want to play with her. Test her. See how far I can push her.”

“You don’t want to—hurt her do you?”
“Hell no.” Another rusty laugh escaped from him. “I’d never hurt her, you know this. I may enjoy

my kink, but I’m not a sick fuck. I just think she’s a woman who could learn to let go pretty easily.”

“You think she’s up for anything.”
“Exactly.” Brandon snapped his fingers. “And I want us to be the ones who push her boundaries.

What do you think?”

“I think you’re crazy.”
“I think I’m on to something.” Brandon got a far away expression on his face.
The sight of it worried Eric. Maybe he was in over his head.
Too late.

Anticipation thrummed through Brandon’s veins, and he paced the living room, unable to sit. Eric

fled to the bedroom an hour ago, unable to take his anxious mood any longer. Left him alone with his
thoughts, his twisted desires, his raging hard cock.

Just texting her had made him hard. Alexa did something to him he didn’t quite understand but

wanted to explore more deeply. Not necessarily with Eric included either.

Damn it, I don’t have a choice. I can’t think like that.
He had to include Eric. He knew her first. She wanted Eric more than she wanted him. For all he

knew Eric wanted her more than he wanted him.

Were they putting their relationship at risk, inviting her in?
He’d thought of nothing else but her since the early morning she’d left their place in a hurry.

Disheveled and frazzled, eyes gritty with sleep, dark circles shadowing beneath, she’d offered a
breathless thanks and fled. Not eager to stick around and make more plans to see them again. More
like distraught and dismayed over what she’d just experienced.

He’d waited her out much to Eric’s worry. His lover was more than eager to see her again. His

eagerness worried Brandon. Hell, his own eagerness worried himself.

He didn’t know what to do about it.
It was ten after eight, and he was getting pissed. Was she notoriously late? Or had she freaked and

decided to not show up? The thought of not seeing her again…

Brandon shook his head. He didn’t want to think about it. Decided instead to focus on his plan for

tonight, his plan to tie her up. He knew Eric said he was pushing it too soon but damn it, it was what
he craved. He wanted to drive her crazy as he touched her, stroked her, licked her everywhere. Fuck
her with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Make her come so many times she would sob for him to
stop. Cry for him to never stop.

Where’s Eric in this plan, asshole?
Shit. He needed to stop thinking it would only involve him and Lexi. This was about all three of

them, not the two of them.

A fact he knew she wouldn’t let him forget either.
A soft knock sounded and he stalked toward the door, throwing it open with a jerk. She stood on

the doorstep, her expression nervous, her body clad in a simple black dress that clung to her curves
and dipped low in the front offering him a delicious view of her delectable cleavage, her nipped in
waist, the gentle flair of her womanly hips. She had a body that wouldn’t stop. And soon his hands
would be all over her.

He licked his lips in anticipation.
“You’re late,” he said before she could utter a word.
Her mouth dropped open, and that now familiar blaze of irritation shone in her eyes. “You are

incredibly rude.”

“So are you for being late.” He opened the door wider. “Come in.”
She strode inside, her sweetly seductive scent wafting over him as she went by. Damn, she smelled

good. Looked good too, even if she was irritated with him.

He enjoyed riling her up. Made the game between them that much more interesting.
“Where’s Eric?” she asked as he quietly closed the door and turned the lock.
“No hi, Brandon, how’s it going?” He cocked a brow at her, leaning against the door. Watched as

she stood in the middle of the living room, looking uncomfortable and unsure as to what to do next.

“You’re the one who didn’t greet me. All I got was a reprimand.”

“Well, forgive me.” He needed to soften his approach. Yeah the fighting was fun but no way was

he going to offend her right out of his life this soon in the game. “Hi, Lexi. You’re looking gorgeous
tonight.”

She slowly shook her head, the sleek fall of her hair brushing against her cheeks with the

movement. A ghost of a smile curved her lush lips. “That’s better.”

“Well how’s this?” He approached her carefully, his arms widening in offering and she walked

into his embrace with ease. Holding her close, he buried his face in her hair and breathed deep.
Pulled her delicious scent into his lungs, he savored her, enjoyed the softness of her skin, the way her
body fit against his.

“This is even better,” she said, her voice muffled against his chest.
“Starting the party without me?” Eric’s voice made them turn around, and Brandon released his

hold on her. She practically ran to Eric, giving him a giant hug and smacking kiss on the lips.

Jealousy streaked through him, bold and taunting. He rarely dealt with jealousy. He found it a

useless emotion until recently.

Now he acted like a jealous asshole all the time. And he didn’t freaking get it.
“It’s so good to see you,” she murmured, her hands resting against Eric’s chest and curling into his

T-shirt. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Eric tilted his head, pressed his mouth against the slender column of her

neck. She shuddered in reaction.

“Want something to drink?” Brandon bit out, his rage threatened to consume him. Irrational, stupid

rage. He wanted her so damn bad when clearly she had no real interest in him.

She made him feel like a damn fool. He hated it.
Yet still he wanted her. So bad his cock had threatened to burst out of his jeans at the first sight of

her, at the first feel of her.

Alexa released her hold on Eric, her expression a little more friendly and relaxed. Most likely

because she felt comfortable having Eric near. “Water I guess.”

“I’ll grab a bottle for you,” Eric offered, ever the polite gentleman as he headed into the kitchen.
Inside, Brandon seethed. Why couldn’t he be the one to make the nice gesture?
Fuck, he was being absolutely ridiculous.
“Nice dress,” he said, determined to keep his voice flatly neutral.
“You like it?” She gave a little twirl, a mischievous expression on her face.
Brandon nodded, words leaving him as he watched the skirt flare up, giving him a quick view of

her slender thighs. He wondered if she’d followed his orders and worn no underwear.

He’d give anything to be able to dive beneath her skirt and check for himself.
“Here you go.” Eric walked back into the room, a bottle of water in his hand. He offered it to

Alexa, and she took it with a smile, twisting off the cap and taking a drink. Brandon watched in
fascination at the delicate movement of her throat, the way her lips wrapped around the opening of the
bottle. Imagined those same pretty lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deep into her mouth.
Sucking him as he bumped the back of her throat, groaning around his dick as he filled her mouth with
his come.

Jesus. He needed to get them into the bedroom and quick.
She giggled, something she did when she was nervous he was coming to realize and she gestured

toward both of them. “So what are we supposed to do next?”

“What do you want to do next?” Brandon moved closer to her, unable to resist. Noticed how she

stepped closer to Eric as if she might be afraid of him or some such shit. Eric slipped an arm around
her waist and hauled her close to his side, as if staking his claim.

Damn if that didn’t just irritate the living hell out of him.
Alexa sighed, a breathy little sexy sound that went straight to his dick. “I like kissing. Do you guys

like kissing?”

“I’m always up for kissing.” Eric tucked her hair behind her ear. “You know this.”
She giggled again, and the sound drove Brandon mad. Eric’s attentiveness also pissed him off.

“Then let’s make out. That was my biggest fantasy concerning you back then, Eric. Us making out.”

What was this, some high school shit? Going back down memory lane for a visit? Brandon enjoyed

kissing just like anyone else. Hell, he couldn’t wait to kiss her because he never really had.

But this reminiscing crap was gonna drive him insane.
He could do nothing but endure it.

Chapter Seven

Alexa slowly wrapped herself around Eric, nestling her body close to his. His arms automatically

went around her, one hand splayed across her back, the other firmly gripping her butt. She slipped her
arms around his neck, hands buried in his soft, perpetually messy hair, their faces so close she could
feel his breath waft across her lips, minty and alluring.

Yes, she wanted to kiss Eric, but she also wanted to drive Brandon absolutely out of his mind with

wanting her. And it worked. She could tell just from the hard set of his jaw, the murderous glare in his
eyes. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides as he watched them. She saw his struggle to keep
a neutral expression. The man was an open book.

And she enjoyed it. Enjoyed torturing him, making him jealous. She’d known it would be worth it.

His emotions would build, slow and simmering at first until he would finally blow and take
command.

She couldn’t wait for him to take command.
For now, she relished the sensation of being in Eric’s strong arms, his hard chest pressed against

hers. His hands massaged her ass in gentle strokes and her skin tingled. She wore no panties just as
Brandon requested and she was eager to feel a pair of strong male hands glide over her bare flesh.

“So pretty, so sexy,” Eric murmured, his mouth hovering above hers.
Her tongue darted out, and she licked at the seam of his lips, earning a moan from him. “So eager

too,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.

“Kiss me, Eric,” she urged, her hands tightening in his hair, giving a little tug. She wanted to tease

Brandon, but she didn’t want to be teased by Eric.

Selfish and greedy she knew, but she was trying to keep a hold of this situation, at least for now.

She’d give up her control soon enough.

Eric’s mouth brushed against hers, lips full and soft and slightly damp from her lick. She

immediately opened to him, her tongue meeting his and he crushed her closer, deepening the kiss. She
ground against him. His hands gripped her ass so hard she had no choice but to push herself into his
already erect cock. The kiss grew deeper, wilder, their tongues twirling, mouths meshing, their hot
panting breaths melding into each other.

She swore she heard a low growl come from Brandon’s direction, and she broke the kiss,

whispered in Eric’s ear. “Put your hands under my skirt.”

Without hesitation he lifted the hem of her simple black dress, his hands moving with quick

efficiency under the fabric to land upon her naked ass. A groan of appreciation sounded from deep
inside him, and he kissed her again, his tongue licking at the recesses of her mouth as his hands gently
stroked her skin. Her dress fell immediately back over his wandering hands, concealing her from
Brandon’s gaze, and she ripped away from Eric. He watched her with glittering eyes, his big hands
spanning her ass. “What?”

“Lift my skirt.” She swallowed hard, feeling a little bit like a slut. “I want Brandon to see me. I

want him to see you touch me.”

Understanding dawned in his golden eyes and he nodded, his hands moving once again to the hem

of her skirt. Slowly he lifted it, bunched the fabric into his fists and held it up with one hand. All the
while his other hand stroked and soothed, his index finger traced the seam of her ass, making her

squirm. The unmistakable scent of her arousal filled the room, musky and potent, and she glanced over
her shoulder. Saw the telltale twitch of Brandon’s nostrils as he breathed in her scent.

God, her pussy flooded with cream at the sight of him. She wanted her hands on him, wanted to feel

him touch her, slide his finger deep inside her body.

“Brandon,” she choked out, overcome with her need. “Please come here.”
He went to them silently and stood behind her, not touching her. She studied him from over her

shoulder, her breath shuddering past trembling lips. “Touch me,” she whispered.

“Where, Lexi?” His voice was firm, his expression tense. His hands were still clenched, flexing

now, as if he restrained himself from reaching for her.

“Wherever you want,” she answered, relief flooding her when she felt his hands settle on her

waist.

Eric’s hand moved away from her ass, and he grasped her chin, yanking her face to his. Their

mouths met, lips clinging, tongues dancing and she felt Brandon’s big hands slide down her flesh,
cupping the underside of her ass. She wiggled against him and spread her legs, hoping like hell he
knew what she asked for and thank God he did.

He touched her, his fingers glancing across her pussy and she moaned into Eric’s mouth. Another

touch, firmer this time, his index finger slid between her swollen pussy lips and searched her folds.
Gathered her cream then swirled about her clit before diving deep inside her body.

“Oh God.” She tore her lips from Eric’s, and leaned her forehead against his shoulder, hardly able

to control herself. Already she wanted to come, was desperate to come. Her clit throbbed, her pussy
clenched around Brandon’s thrusting finger and Eric’s hand joined in the play. Smoothed back over
her ass, his fingers teased at the rosette nestled between her lower cheeks.

Alexa thrust back against Brandon’s rigid finger, wishing like hell it was his thick cock. She

couldn’t wait to take him inside her. To feel that monstrous thing stretch her wide, fill her to the brim.
She panted against Eric’s hard shoulder, her orgasm swooping down and ready to take over. She
reached for it, reached…

He withdrew his finger from her and stepped back, and she immediately wanted to cry. Scream and

yell and throw something. Her clit, her pussy was on fire with need. Her body vibrated, her skin felt
stretched to the limit, and she pulled herself out of Eric’s embrace, mad beyond belief.

“What the hell?” she asked, pushing her hair away from her face.
He smirked at her, the handsome careless devil and slowly shook his head. “You want it. I want

you.”

“You had me,” she practically yelled. Eric’s hands came to rest on her shoulders from behind, but

she shrugged him off.

This was her battle with Brandon, and she didn’t want Eric’s comfort. He’d been nothing but kind

to her, giving her exactly what she wanted, no questions asked.

She didn’t want him to placate her. She needed to let her rage out on Brandon.
“Not completely.” Brandon slowly walked in a circle around her and Eric. “Not the way I want

you.”

“And how do you want me?” Curiosity filled her along with a heavy dose of fear. He set her on

edge, this man. She didn’t know what he wanted from her, kept himself a mystery that she wanted to
constantly figure out.

He knew it too. Did it all on purpose to tease her, tantalize her, make her want him more.

It worked. The asshole.
“Brandon,” Eric said, a warning edge to his voice but Brandon halted him with one pointed glance.
“I want to tie you up, pretty little Lexi. And then I want to eat that wet pussy until I make you

scream. And in the middle of your screaming, I’m going to fuck you with my cock until you scream for
more. What do you think of that?”

Oh my God. She didn’t know what to say. It was everything she wanted. But tied up? Trussed up

like a prisoner and left at his mercy? She didn’t know if she wanted to go that far.

She didn’t know if she could trust him.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Eric muttered and shook his head.
Brandon ignored him, his intense expression just for her. “What do you say, Lexi? Are you up for

it?”

“I—I don’t know,” she stammered truthfully as she gnawed on her lower lip. The way he looked at

her, as if he wanted to eat her up, it was arousing. And scary. She didn’t think sex could be like this.

Potent and terrifying and all consuming. She wanted Eric, she enjoyed his gentle touches and

passionate kisses but, my God, the way Brandon looked at her, the things he offered her. It was all too
much.

And just what she wanted.

Eric was losing Lex already and damn it, he didn’t know what to do.
She visibly trembled as she and Brandon stared each other down. He’d had her. The moment he’d

appeared in the room she’d been visibly relieved at seeing him. Had latched onto him all the while
Brandon quietly glowered. She asked for his kiss, and he’d gladly given it to her, letting all the
passion, all the emotion that had built up since he last saw her erupt in that outrageous meeting of their
lips.

And then it had been like a cold splash of reality when he realized that she was using him. Using

him to make Brandon jealous. Using him to lure Brandon in and get what she really wanted.

Not him. But Brandon.
Fuck. This wasn’t going the way he wanted it to. He thought it would be fun, inviting Alexa into

their relationship. Spice things up, so to speak. Brandon had said he did it for him. He’d brought
Alexa in for Eric since he wanted her so damn bad.

Now he wondered if Brandon wanted her for himself.
“Stop pushing her,” Eric said, angry with Brandon, with himself, hell with Alexa too. Why couldn’t

she see how much he wanted her? How much he would do for her?

Brandon was trying to prove some sort of macho point, and he wasn’t sure what it might be.

Growling and commanding and asking to tie her up, what the fuck? He’d never tied his ass up, never
even made the offer once, and he considered their relationship to be pretty damn passionate.

“She wants to be pushed,” Brandon murmured. He went to Alexa and grabbed her by the upper

arm, giving her a gentle push. “Let’s go to the bedroom, sweetheart.”

Eric followed them, anger making his skin burn. Anger and arousal and frustration. He’d offered

her up to Brandon earlier so he really had no choice in the matter. Brandon was going to take her,
consequences and hurt feelings be damned.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” Brandon practically crooned as he came to a stop at the foot of the

bed. Alexa stood before him quietly, her gaze locked solely on him as he reached for the hem of her
dress. He tugged it up and over her head, revealing her completely naked body, and Eric stood beside

her, gaping at her beauty.

She hadn’t worn any underwear, not even a bra and her rosy pink nipples were rock hard. The

curve of her breasts, the slope of her belly and the delicate tufts of dark hair that curled between her
legs had his cock lengthening in his jeans. Ready to bust free.

He’d have to be patient and wait his turn.
Fuck.
Brandon gave a low whistle, and he looked at Eric. “Nice, huh? Wouldn’t you like to see her tied

up and sprawled across the bed?”

“I don’t think she wants to be tied up,” Eric murmured.
“Tie me up,” she said, her voice defiant, her expression determined. “If you don’t want me to touch

you then fine, tie me up.”

Brandon considered her words, his expression growing thoughtful though Eric caught a devious

gleam in his eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want you to touch—us. I want to focus solely on you and your
pleasure. Don’t you agree, Eric?”

“Sure,” he answered with a slight shrug, earning an irritated glare from Brandon. “Of course.”
“But what about you two?” She looked from one man to the other, her eyes wide, her breasts

jiggling slightly with the movement. She was temptation personified. Eric didn’t know how much
patience he had left in him to have this stupid discussion.

He just wanted to touch her. Fuck her. Now.
“Don’t worry about us, sweetheart,” Brandon drawled as he reached for her, drew his fingers

across her breasts. She flinched at his touch. “We’ll find our satisfaction with you.”

She pressed her lips together, and with a quick nod, she climbed onto the bed, spreading her arms

and legs wide. Offering them a glimpse at the pink mysterious depths of her pussy, her folds glistened
with cream. Eric watched with fascination, wondering at her taste. He’d never gone down on a
woman before.

“Damn that is a sight.” Brandon shook his head and went to his dresser, opening the top drawer. He

withdrew a handful of ties, ties Eric didn’t even realize he owned since the man worked at a gym for
the love of God. He tossed two of them to Eric. “Tie up her legs while I tie her arms?”

Eric took the ties silently and went to her, his fingers clasping around one slender ankle and

adjusting her just so. Their bed was large, with formidable posts at each corner, and it was easy for
him to truss her up to first one corner of the bed, then the other.

She didn’t say a word, just watched him as he tied her up, her eyes bright, her expression a mixture

of wariness and arousal. He stroked her, his fingers skittered up the length of her calf, tickled beneath
her knee and she shivered, a little smile curling her lips. His fingers moved upward, as if with a mind
of their own and tangled in the scant hair that covered her mound. She lifted her hips in
encouragement, and he dipped his fingers deeper, encountered hot, wet flesh and the delicious slide of
her juices.

He brought his wet fingers to his lips and tasted. Musky sweet, fragrant, a little sour, he licked

again, getting used to her taste. A low groan sounded from the bed, and he watched as her eyes slid
closed, her lips parted.

“Touch me again,” she murmured and he did, his finger nudging against her clit, drifting through her

folds. He broached her entry, circled it with the tip of his finger and her legs jerked against her
restraints as she cried out.

“She likes that,” Brandon said, approval in his deep voice.
Eric glanced up to find his lover watching him, pleasure lighting his eyes, his fingers curled about

one still-free wrist. Alexa’s other arm was already tied up and Brandon stroked her, his fingers
drifting almost down to her armpit and then back up, making her shiver.

“Fuck her with your finger,” Brandon urged as he went about tying her up. “But don’t let her come.

Not yet.”

“Bastard,” she hissed, and Brandon laughed.
“It’ll be worth the wait, Lexi. Trust me.”
Eric ignored their banter and pushed his finger inside her honeyed depths. His cock jerked at the

tight clasp of her inner walls, the way she milked his finger so efficiently. God, she was exquisite. A
delicious, feminine bundle of sexuality and eagerness, willing to do anything he and Brandon wanted
her to do.

His anger evaporated as he thrust his finger deep inside her, withdrawing almost completely before

he pushed his middle finger inside her as well. Fucking her with two fingers, he pushed in and out,
enjoying the heated flush of her skin, the potent scent of her arousal, the cream that coated his fingers.
Withdrawing from her, his hands went for the button on his jeans and he undid it, slipped down the
zipper and reached into his boxer briefs. Pulled his cock out and breathed a sigh of relief at freeing
himself.

“Don’t fuck her. Not yet,” Brandon warned as he stepped toward him, resting a hand atop Eric’s.
Eric’s cock jumped beneath both their grips. “You want her first?”
Brandon nodded, his expression oddly beseeching, as if seeking his approval. Maybe he realized

Eric’s discontent. Maybe he knew Eric was uneasy with the way this was unfolding.

Well, good. It was about damn time he saw how he felt.
“How about I watch the two of you together first?” Alexa suggested from out of nowhere.
Eric whipped his head around to stare at her, as did Brandon. They probably both had the same

shocked expression on their faces and she laughed, looking quite pleased with herself despite the fact
that she was trussed up and spread across the bed solely for their pleasure.

“You want to watch us together?” Brandon asked carefully, his gaze sliding to Eric’s.
“I already did once you know. I watched the two of you that night when you—fucked him.” Heavy

emphasis on the word fucked. “I wouldn’t mind watching the two of you now, again. Seduce him,
Brandon. Work your magic on Eric and make him submit to you.”

Eric’s mind spun. She wanted to watch Brandon make him submit? Yeah, he’d submitted to

Brandon more than once. Hell, he submitted to Brandon all the time. He was the top in the
relationship. Eric was the receiving end—literally. But wouldn’t she find him weak for giving in so
completely to Brandon?

“I think it would be totally sexy to watch,” she added in a little murmur.
“Really,” Brandon sounded intrigued. “What do you say, Eric?”
“Whatever you want,” he answered, already going into submission mode.
Brandon smiled. “No, it’s whatever our little Lexi here wants. We’ll do this just for you,

sweetheart.”

“I can’t wait,” she said.
Eric couldn’t wait either.

Brandon grabbed hold of Eric by the back of his neck, hauling him close for his kiss. Their lips

met, fused together in an aggressive manner before he slashed his tongue across Eric’s slightly parted
lips. Eric opened to him with ease, a low groan sounding from him as Brandon’s tongue plunged into
his mouth, tasting him, searching him. He swore he caught the faint taste of Alexa’s arousal on his
lips, within the recesses of his mouth and Brandon grunted in pleasure.

Seducing Eric would ease the anxious ache in his dick. His cock was hard and ready and he

wanted to take his time with Alexa tonight. Getting Eric on his knees to suck his cock would be the
perfect temporary relief to allow him to focus on Alexa.

They kissed for long, agonizing minutes. Eric slid his hands beneath Brandon’s T-shirt, caressing

his chest, his abs, playing with the waistband of his jeans. Brandon returned the favor—one hand
tugging at the ends of his hair while the other dived beneath the parted zipper of Eric’s jeans, touching
his exposed cock. Eric groaned and thrust within his grip, dribbling pre-come on Brandon’s hand.

He was eager, more than ready to come himself but Brandon wanted to shoot down his throat first.
Eric tore off Brandon’s T-shirt and Brandon did the same, both of them bare-chested, their skin

glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. Brandon stroked his hands down his front, across Eric’s pecs,
tweaking at his nipples before he drew his fingers across his abdomen. Eric’s stomach flexed beneath
his touch, a subtle ripple of muscles and Brandon knew he was excited, more than ready.

He felt like a shit for prolonging Eric’s torture, but he knew he’d thank him in the end.
“Take off your jeans and then get down on your knees,” he commanded gently and rested his hand

upon Eric’s shoulder. He noticed the heated flare of arousal in Eric’s eyes.

Eric shucked his jeans without a word, revealing his hard, hot body, his cock thrusting proudly

from between his legs. He went down on his knees willingly before Brandon, his fingers going for his
jeans, undoing the button, slowly sliding down the zipper. Parting the fabric until Brandon’s cock
pushed out, eager and ready for his mouth.

“Oh my God. You two are so sexy,” Alexa murmured from the bed.
Brandon shot her a wicked grin, and she visibly shivered. Reaching out, he stroked the top of

Eric’s head, his fingers sliding through his silky soft hair and Eric stared up at him, eyes glowing,
mouth parted in preparation.

“Suck it,” he commanded quietly and Eric bent forward, his lips pursed as they whispered across

the tip of his cock.

He tightened his fingers in his hair, urging him on without saying a word. Eric’s lips parted, and he

drew just the head of Brandon’s cock within, his tongue lashing, lips gently sucking.

“Yes,” Brandon hissed, his eyes sliding closed as he tipped his head back. He wondered what Lexi

thought of the two of them doing this. Wondered what it would feel like to have her pouty mouth
wrapped around his cock, sucking him deep, licking him, smiling up at him as if it gave her no greater
pleasure than to please him.

He fucking couldn’t wait to have her that way. If not tonight then soon. On her knees, subservient to

him, willing to give him exactly what he wanted.

Tipping his head forward, Brandon opened his eyes, caught Alexa watching them with rapt

attention. Her expression was a bit agonized, and he looked between her legs. Caught sight of her
dewy folds, so heavily lubricated with her juices.

She was beyond aroused. He could fucking scent her, she was hot for it. Pushing atop Eric’s head,

he nudged his cock deeper, groaned at the sensation of Eric’s sucking mouth and busy tongue. Eric
reached between his own legs and began stroking himself, a little moan sounding around Brandon’s

cock as he did so.

Good. They could both find their relief and then focus solely on Alexa. It was all working out just

perfectly.

Perfectly.
“Does he taste good?” Alexa suddenly asked, her voice trembling.
Eric released Brandon’s cock from his mouth and licked his lips. “Yes.”
Brandon breathed deep as she contemplated them. A wistful expression crossed her pretty face.
“I wish I could taste you,” she murmured, her words only for him.
“I’ll give you a taste,” he muttered, swallowing his gasp when Eric enveloped his cock fully into

his mouth. “Later.”

“Is that a promise?” Her eyes glowed as she moved restlessly against her restraints, a little smile

curving her lips. As if it gave her a little thrill watching Eric eat his cock.

Which it probably did, the little seductress. He’d give anything to be inside her mind right now,

read her thoughts.

She licked her lips, as if anticipating his cock in her mouth and he stiffened, felt the tension, the

wave of pleasure was over his entire body. The buildup was huge, he knew he was going to blow and
big. Eric worked his cock with his mouth, his hand cupping his balls. His other hand worked his own
dick. His tongue lashed, his lips sucked and Brandon held Eric’s head firm. Shifted his hips and
fucked his mouth with abandon.

All the while Alexa murmured dirty encouragements from her spot on the bed. Sexy, nasty, heated

words, urging Eric to suck him deeper, touch him, stroke him. Her words, her sensual tone, all of it
seduced, encouraged his rapid movement, the fervent seeking of his orgasm.

Until he blessedly found it, his entire body tensed, his cock spilling forth, semen filled Eric’s

mouth. He encouraged him with a groan, his own seed gushing across his fisted hand as he came.
Their moans rang together as their climaxes took over them until finally Brandon relaxed his rigid
body, smoothed his hand over Eric’s head.

His breathing harsh, he stared down at Eric, thankful for his openness, his caring. Their

relationship was a good one, and he didn’t want to admit it might take the power of one woman to ruin
it all for him.

He couldn’t even believe that thought crossed his mind. He blamed it on the red haze of his

lingering orgasm.

“That was amazing,” Lexi murmured from her perch on the bed.
Brandon glanced her way, his cock giving an exhausted twitch. She was gorgeous, her legs spread,

her pussy bared for all to see. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her and ruffling Eric’s hair
one more time, he urged him to stand up.

“It’s Lexi’s turn now,” he said as he shed his jeans, eager to get to her.
Eager to give her as much pleasure as she could take.

Chapter Eight

Alexa watched as both men approached the bed, her entire body suffused with heat as their gazes

raked boldly across her. She’d never allowed a man to tie her up before. Had always been afraid of
being too vulnerable, had never found it sexy to be at someone else’s mercy.

Now, she couldn’t wait to see what Brandon had in store for her. Oh, she knew Eric was a willing

participant and she was eager to see what might happen with him, but Brandon called the shots. It had
been awfully fun to suggest she wanted to watch them together. She wanted to see how Eric pleasured
him because of anyone—Eric would have the most knowledge as to what Brandon wanted.

And she desperately wanted to know what Brandon wanted.
What a show it had been. They were beautiful together, a thought she never believed she’d have

while watching two men engage in sexual activity. But it had been so completely arousing she’d
hardly breathed. Too captivated with their wandering hands and eager mouths, their increased
breathing and strangled moans.

God. She could practically come at the mere thought of watching the two of them together. She

almost had, especially when she’d heard Brandon’s anguished groan as he came in Eric’s mouth.

Brandon hovered over her, a devilish glint in his hazel eyes as he stared at her face. Bending his

head, he kissed her savagely, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She opened her mouth to his heady
invasion, wishing she could touch him. Just once, to feel his hot, hard body burning her fingertips.

Their first real kiss and it stole her breath, rattled her thoughts, made her body ache. As if she

couldn’t get enough. She hardly knew the man. How could he affect her in such a strong way?

“Did you like our little show?” He whispered close in her ear, surely Eric couldn’t hear him. “I

did it just for you.”

“It was beautiful,” she admitted honestly, giving him a slight nod.
His eyes bored into hers before he nudged close to her ear once more, his nose nuzzling, making

her squirm. “You liked watching Eric suck my cock?”

“Y—yes.” She nodded again, a little more frantic this time.
His hand skimmed down her front, fingers flickering against first one nipple, then the other. “Did

you imagine it was you sucking my cock?”

She pressed her lips together, foolishly embarrassed to admit such a thing. She would gladly suck

his cock, drink his come, lick his ass. Whatever he asked of her, she’d do it. She wanted him that
badly.

He tugged on her hair, making her whimper. “Tell me, Lexi.” His lips brushed against her ear, his

breath hot and heavy. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

“Yes,” she admitted with a breathless whisper, coming this close to saying she’d do whatever he

asked of her.

“First I want to eat your pussy.” He laughed and shook his head. “It’s been years since I’ve done

that.”

A thrill moved through her at his admission. “So you’ve been with women before.”
“Definitely.” He nodded, arrogant as usual. “I’ve had relationships with women. One night stands.

The works.”

“Rub it in,” she murmured, and he laughed again.

“But I want you now, sweetheart. No woman’s made my dick this hard since I can remember.” He

leaned back, allowing her a glimpse of his already erect cock and she sighed wistfully. Couldn’t wait
to feel him enter her, stretch her full.

“Quit sweet talking her,” Eric said with a chuckle as he sat on the opposite end of the bed. He

reached out and trailed his fingers across her shoulder. “She’s aching for it, man.”

“Are you aching for it, pretty Lexi?” A feral smile curved his beautiful lips as he leaned in close,

licking at the corner of her mouth. “You taste so good. Smell so good. I’m lucky Eric found you.”

She was lucky she found Eric too. Her eyes slid closed as he moved down her body, his mouth

blazing a trail of wet kisses across her skin. Down the column of her neck, across her collarbone and
chest until his mouth found her breast. He nibbled and licked, feasted on her nipple as if he were a
starving man. His hand came up to knead the neglected breast until he switched, lavishing the other
one with the same overt attention.

Alexa arched beneath him, jerking her hands against the restraining ties. God, this was absolute

torture. Worse than when she could only lie there and watch. Now she had him touching her, licking
and sucking her and she couldn’t touch him. Eric loomed over her and took her mouth, his tongue
inciting a wickedly carnal dance and she returned his kiss with fervor. Gooseflesh dotted her skin as
Brandon’s mouth moved lower, skimming across her sensitive stomach and then even lower. His
tongue licked at her pubic hair then down, just to the very top of her slit.

Panting, she cried out when he stopped, struggling against the restraints unable to help herself. Eric

had shifted away from her completely, leaving her feeling awfully alone and when she glanced down
her body she saw Brandon poised between her legs. His mouth was above her pussy, a gleam in his
eyes as he studied her.

“I can smell you. I bet I could make you beg for it,” he said wickedly.
“Jesus, Brandon,” Eric muttered.
“She likes it. You like to beg don’t you, Lexi?” He drew his tongue down the side of her swollen

labia and the teasing sensation drove her absolutely wild.

She gritted her teeth, pissed that he said that. Pissed and aroused and wishing she could smash his

smug face in with the bottom of her foot.

She would beg for no man and here he lay between her legs, demanding that she do so. She wanted

his mouth on her that bad.

“Say it, sweetheart. Say please. Or else I’m not going to feast on your pretty pussy.” He chuckled,

she felt the vibrations against her sex and she whimpered in reply. “Beg for it, baby.”

“No,” she threw at him defiantly, her entire body heating in anger.
“I warned you,” Eric murmured as he shot her a sympathetic look.
“Then maybe I won’t give her what she wants.” Brandon teased her again with his tongue, taking

great pleasure in her agonized cries, her angry curses. She called him names, the words just tumbled
out of her as if she had no control. Crude, horrible things she’d never called anyone in her life.

“And if you can say that to me I can certainly make you beg,” he practically growled, his

expression dangerously dark. His eyes still locked on her face, he flattened his tongue and gave an
exaggerated lick, leaving no part of her pussy untouched. She arched into him as best she could, her
hips lifting, pussy smashing closer to his face. His eyes never strayed from hers as he continued to
lick her. Excruciatingly slow licks meant to drive her wild.

And it worked.

Two thick fingers slammed inside her body, and she moaned at the invasion, the word please

falling from her lips with ease. She said it again and again, begging him just as he asked. In and out
his fingers slid, working her into a frenzy as his lips wrapped around her swollen clit and sucked.
Bringing her closer and closer to climax, she worked with him, straining for it, waiting for the relief
her orgasm would bring her.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered against her clit before he moved away. He rose to his knees

over her, his breathing harsh, his mouth and chin glistening and sticky with her juices. “I don’t want
you to come until I’m inside you.”

His words gave her a little thrill despite the despair she felt. She’d been so close. Her entire body

was taut, stretched beyond its limits and she could hardly wait. “Then get a condom on and fuck me.”

Brandon grinned, the bastard. “Bossy little thing aren’t you?”
“That’s rich, coming from you.”
He laughed. “Grab a condom for me will you, Eric?”
She watched the two men stare at each other during the condom exchange, wondering what passed

between them. Guilt suddenly filled her and she wondered if her recent involvement with them was
causing a break in their relationship. That had never been her plan. It had always been about fun and
games, getting a sexual thrill, sating her curiosity. Being with two men was…exciting. Watching two
men together even more so.

But coming between two men in a committed relationship? That was just wrong.
And damn it, she really didn’t want to split anyone up.
Alexa didn’t want to end it either.

Eric handed him the square package and Brandon rested his fingers over Eric’s, keeping him there.

“Your turn will be next. I won’t hog her the entire night.”

Their gazes met, locked. An understanding passed between them, one that Brandon was desperate

to express. He needed his lover to realize that this wasn’t about love or including Alexa in their
relationship on a permanent basis. This was lust and experiments and craziness. This was insanity and
pushing the boundaries and trying to bring a spark back into their lives.

At least, that’s what he told himself.
“Whatever you want to do, Brandon,” Eric said, offering his approval.
With a smile Brandon hauled him close and gave him a quick hug. “I just need to get this out of my

blood.”

He didn’t know if he believed his own explanation. Told himself he did. That Alexa was a fire in

his blood that raged the first moment he saw her. Threatened to consume him unless he had a taste of
her. That’s all he wanted. Just a taste—one taste and then he’d move on. Continue his relationship
with Eric and only Eric. Eric was the only one he wanted.

Liar.
Gritting his teeth, he put on the condom with shaking hands. What the fuck was wrong with them,

thinking this way? Wanting Lexi more than he cared to admit, possibly wanting to invite her into their
relationship—permanently? What would Eric say? Would he balk? Would he break it off? Or would
he accept the suggestion with open arms and an open heart?

Damn it, he didn’t know. And it wasn’t right of him to want to ask, let alone actually do the asking.
He glanced toward the bed, saw the very willing and tied up Lexi waiting for him. A smile on her

face, her eyes beckoned him, hypnotized him. He went to her without thought, settled himself between

her legs, his cock probing eagerly at her wet and welcoming pussy.

“Fill me up,” she urged, her voice husky, her lids lowered and eyes smoldering.
“You want this?” Brandon wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and brushed the head

against her drenched folds, teasing her distended clit. A little coo of pleasure escaped her as she
thrust against him. He nudged at her little hole, grimaced at the sensation of her grasping pussy and he
restrained himself.

Wanted to take it slow, wanted to make this last. Damn it, he didn’t know if it would happen again.
It’s going to happen again, don’t even doubt it.
“I want it,” she whispered, her words direct, no teasing, no anger. Just a frank, honest answer.
Slowly, he slid inside, his eyes closing at the sensation of her hot, wet walls grasping his cock.

God, she felt so good, so tight, so fucking right. He settled himself deep and didn’t move, didn’t so
much as twitch. Just enjoyed the feeling of her wrapped around him, her inner walls squeezing as she
moved restlessly beneath him. Sending him deeper, as deep as he could go, and they moaned in
unison.

“Stop squirming,” he commanded at the same time she asked him to move.
“Brandon.” The desperation in her voice rang clear, and he glanced down at her. Her eyes

watered, there was a tiny crease between her eyebrows, and he knew he was driving her absolutely
fucking out of her mind. “Do you want me to beg? Please.”

“Please what?” He nestled his face against her warm, fragrant neck, pressed his lips against her

wildly beating pulse. She cried out when he licked her there.

“Fuck me, Brandon. Please fuck me,” she practically sobbed.
He hadn’t meant to push her so hard. That had never been his plan though she would’ve never

believed him. Hell, Eric wouldn’t believe him either. They both thought he was a sadistic bastard,
and they were kind of right.

But not right now when he was buried deep inside Lexi’s body. He just wanted to savor her, enjoy

the sensation of her inner walls clasping around his throbbing cock. Their bodies pressed close
together, sweaty skin on skin, breaths hot, chests lifting and falling. It felt good as if he were
connected to her.

Connected.
Finally, much to both their delight, he began to move. Withdrew almost completely from her body

before he surged back inside, slow and easy, almost lazy with his movements. She wiggled frantically
beneath him, trying to send him deeper, make him move faster, hell he didn’t know.

He took his time, wasn’t about to be rushed. He kissed her languidly, his tongue sweeping

throughout her mouth, tangling with hers. He calmed her with his measured actions until they both
moved slowly together, a gentle give and take.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered, her eyes glowing, her cheeks flushed as she jerked against

the ties wrapped around her wrists. “Please, Brandon.”

Damn it, he did want to feel her hands on him. Badly. Clearing his throat, he called for Eric’s

attention.

He’d almost forgotten his lover was even in the room.
“Untie her would you? Her hands first.”
Eric nodded and smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. As if he knew Brandon had indeed

forgotten about him.

Guilt hit him but he couldn’t worry about it. Not when he had Lexi beneath him, his cock buried to

the hilt in her tight little pussy. Eric quickly untied her, and she wrapped her arms around him, her
hands splayed across his back. She hissed at the contact as did he, and he began to move faster,
encouraged when he felt her legs wrap around him, hooking her body to his.

He was consumed with her. She surrounded him completely. Her touch, her body, her scent.

Thrusting deep, his hips bumped against hers as he increased his speed, oxygen locked in his lungs
and making his chest burn. The familiar build up rolled down his spine, through his cock and he
reached between them, circling and flicking her clit with his index finger so they could both come
together.

“I’m close,” he panted, their gazes meeting. “Are you close?”
She nodded and pressed him closer, her hands squeezing his ass. “Yes…don’t stop.”
Skin slapped against damp skin, their moans growing louder, the mattress squeaking from abuse.

Brandon glanced to his right, saw Eric watching them almost dispassionately as he sat in a chair. He
was naked but his cock was limp. He didn’t appear aroused whatsoever.

He looked damned bored.
Closing his eyes, Brandon shook his head. Couldn’t focus on the irritation on his lover’s face,

could only concentrate on his orgasm, on bringing Lexi her climax as well. Clenching his jaw, he
pounded inside her with abandon, letting himself rage out of control. Fucking her until he felt the first
tremors of her climax clench around his cock and it brought forth his own orgasm with a vengeance.

It didn’t take away the pain he felt for Eric—the pain he believed he was causing Eric. Or the

strange emotion that settled within him over Alexa.

What the hell was wrong with him, feeling this way? So…ambivalent regarding Eric’s feelings

while he was so completely attuned to Alexa’s? God, his head was a mess.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Chapter Nine

“You didn’t tell your friend about…us did you?”
Alexa looked at Eric and Brandon as she led them through the gated backyard, disbelief making her

eyes widen. They’d been at it for over a month, together constantly and now they asked if she didn’t
tell her best friend about them?

She laughed and shook her head, her dark hair swinging about her heart-shaped face as she led both

Eric and Brandon into the house. “Not yet, though I do plan on telling her. Eventually.”

Eric halted in his tracks, causing Brandon to run into the back of him with a muttered curse. “You

can’t tell her.”

Alexa turned and stared at him incredulously, right in the middle of the grand foyer of her friend’s

parents’ home. “Why not? She told me about her—,” she glanced around, made sure no one was near,
“—cross-dressing boyfriend.”

“Trying on panty and bra sets doesn’t qualify someone as a cross-dresser,” Brandon pointed out

from behind him.

Eric shook his head with a quiet chuckle. Alexa had gleefully regaled them with that particular

story, expressing her dismay over having to face her friend’s now fiancé knowing he pranced around
in her underwear.

She’d regaled them with many stories over the last month. They spent most of their time together—

three of them practically all of the time. Though if he were being honest, Brandon and Alexa seemed
to be growing closer to each other.

Something he really didn’t like to focus on.
If they weren’t working, they were together and it was always fun. Hell, even when Brandon was

working, Eric and Alexa were at the gym working out. Sending him knowing glances and causing
quite the scandal since the regulars had figured out the three of them had a thing going on.

Eric couldn’t quite define what they shared, but he didn’t complain. He was enjoying himself.

Mostly.

Brandon rested a hand on his shoulder, causing him to inwardly wince. If he was uncomfortable

with anything in this newfound aspect of their relationship, it was his jealousy toward what Brandon
and Lex shared. His jealousy pissed him off, which in turn left him feeling a little pissed off with
Brandon and Alexa.

It sucked. He had no one to talk about it with either. Not like he could confide in any of his work

friends. They knew he was gay but no one really talked about it. And he couldn’t talk to his family.
He’d finally come out to them only a few short years ago and things had been restrained between them
ever since.

He felt kind of…lost.
“Let’s not talk about that here. Who knows if any family members or close friends are lurking.”

Alexa straightened her shoulders and smiled. She looked fresh and pretty in a pale yellow dress and
strappy sandals. Dressed up for her friend Stacy’s engagement party. “The party’s outside. Let’s go
get something to drink.”

They wandered outside, earning more than one curious stare as they passed. Surely they looked

odd, the three of them together versus just a couple. It was one thing to be gay and enter a room of

strangers with your boyfriend on your arm. It was another thing entirely to walk into a party of
strangers as a little group of three.

“Alexa!” The excited cry caused them to look in the direction it came from. A pretty woman with

long, light brown hair came running toward them, a giant smile on her face. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

The two women embraced, Eric and Brandon standing awkwardly beside them. There had been an

unspoken truce between the two men, dealing with the fact that they were both involved with Alexa. It
was as if they’d forgotten who the original couple was in this relationship. That they were the ones
who were supposedly in love and together and nothing could keep them apart, not even a woman.
Hell, two months ago if someone would have told Eric a woman would interfere with his relationship
with Brandon he would have laughed in that person’s face.

Now he found himself jealous, falling out of love with Brandon and falling in love with Alexa.

Was it because everything felt so…different with her? After only being with men was the newness of
a woman’s body the one thing that had him so far gone? He still found pleasure being with Brandon,
he couldn’t deny that but with Alexa, the entire experience was so…exciting.

It made no damn sense.
“My future mother-in-law is already acting like a controlling freak,” the woman, obviously Alexa’s

friend Stacy, murmured with a knowing look. Her gaze darted between Eric and Brandon. “Introduce
me to your friends.”

Heavy emphasis on the word friends, Eric noticed.
“Stacy, this is Brandon and Eric.” Alexa didn’t offer any sort of explanation.
Eric shook Stacy’s hand, as did Brandon. “Nice to meet you both. How do you know Alexa?”
“Old friend,” Eric said and Brandon merely nodded. He shot him a weird glance, wondering why

he didn’t say anything.

“Oh.” Stacy’s brows lifted. “I think Alexa told me about you.”
Shit. What the hell did she say?
“You reunited at the wedding right? Her brother’s wedding? I wish I could’ve made it that night. I

haven’t seen Austin in forever, and I would’ve gotten the chance to meet you then. So I assume you’re
his boyfriend?” Stacy looked expectantly at Brandon.

Brandon’s mouth opened, ready to agree but Alexa interrupted him. “Actually they’re both my

boyfriends.”

“What?” Stacy’s eyes went wide just before she started to laugh. “You’re so funny. I wish I had

two boyfriends.”

“I’m serious.” Alexa’s expression was painfully so, as if ready for the challenge. “All three of us

are in a relationship.”

Stacy’s jaw dropped open as she stared at them. “Really.”
“Yes, really. We’ve been together about a month.” Alexa stepped back so she was between them

and looped her arms through both of theirs.

Her friend sputtered for a few seconds. “What do your parents think about this?”
Alexa’s little stubborn chin lifted. “They don’t know yet.”
Well, hell they were sure to hear about it soon. Eric was mortified. He loved the Langs like they

were his own family. The last thing he wanted to do was offend them by being in a three-way
relationship with their precious only daughter.

Jesus, it sounded sordid in his head, and he was one of the key players. What would others think

about it?

“Alexa, what are you thinking…”
“Look, this isn’t the time to talk about it, okay? Go greet your guests and hug your fiancé for me.”

Alexa withdrew from them and went to Stacy, wrapping her in a quick hug. “Let’s get together for
lunch or something soon okay? We can talk about it more then.”

“Okay.” Stacy offered them a weak smile. “Uh, nice meeting you guys. Go get something to eat or

drink, there’s plenty, a complete buffet.”

She walked away, glancing at them one quick time over her shoulder before she practically ran

across the lawn toward a group of people standing by the makeshift bar. Eric looked to his left to find
Brandon glowering at Alexa, a murderous glint in his eye.

“Why the hell did you tell her that?” he demanded.
“Why did I tell her what? That we’re all involved?” Alexa shrugged, completely unfazed. “I’m

tired of denying it.”

“We’ve never asked you to deny a thing,” Eric said quietly, and she glared at him.
“Yes, but we never talk about it either. What exactly is going on between us?”
The three of them stood silent, Brandon still glaring and Eric felt distinctly uncomfortable.
It was going to be a long night.
“Tell me, Eric. Brandon. What the hell is going on between the three of us?” she asked again.
“We’re…experimenting?” Eric offered. Why the hell did she have to bring this up here? Tonight?
“This is more than experimenting and you know it,” Alexa said, her voice low as she took a step

closer to them. “You’re fucking me. He’s fucking me. You’re fucking each other. We’re all three
fucking each other. What do you suppose we call this? Hmm?”

She looked awfully expectant, and Eric had no idea what to say to her.
It appeared Brandon hadn’t a clue either. He’d gone completely mute.
Eric knew he had to be irritated. Nothing Brandon hated more than a confrontation in a public

place. And at a party where he knew no one? He should be really pissed off.

Alexa had no idea what she was provoking. Hell, she loved nothing more than provoking Brandon.

Not only sexually but they seemed to enjoy arguing, going round and round over political views,
social views, hell even how things played out on a favorite television show.

It drove Eric crazy. The nonstop arguing usually ended in them involved in a passionate embrace or

some such shit.

It looked like it was about to get mighty argumentative here in about two seconds.

Alexa crossed her arms in front of her chest as she stared down her two lovers. Not just one but

two. A fact she still could hardly wrap her mind around even after being with them for over a month.

Together a month and she already cared for both of these men. Eric because she’d known him so

long ago and had always had a special place in her heart for him.

And Brandon, well because he’d forced himself into her heart and wouldn’t let go. Had a

stranglehold on her that was hard to ignore—she didn’t want to ignore it either. Wanted to explore it
more, see where it took them.

Them—just her and Brandon.
Now she practically dared them to deny what they had. Eric wouldn’t even look her in the eye. She

had no idea what went on in that secretive mind of his. She thought they were growing closer these
last few weeks. At first he’d been so open, so willing to talk to her about anything. But as time went

on he withdrew, until she felt as if he hardly revealed anything to her. As if he didn’t even want to be
around her.

It hurt. She definitely felt closer to Brandon. Not just sexually but emotionally and that fact, well,

she could hardly believe it.

“We shouldn’t discuss this here,” Brandon murmured. She could hear the anger in his voice, saw

the flash of emotion in his expressive eyes and it fueled her. Made her want to get him even more
worked up, angrier, until they were yelling and screaming.

And then kissing and fucking…
God, she was twisted. Every time they argued, it led to sex. Passionate, all consuming, multi-

orgasm inducing, delicious sex.

“Then where else are we going to discuss it? We certainly never talk about anything like this when

we’re at home. We’re usually too busy groping each other to get a serious conversation in.” She
thought of their place as her home now too. She’d practically moved in these last couple of weeks.

“Not here, Lexi,” Brandon warned, reaching out to grab her arm. His long fingers curled about the

crook of her elbow, and he hauled her close so that she stood next to him. “We’ll discuss it later.”

“Later, right. You’re both going to pretend nothing unusual is going on between us. It’s better to act

like you’re ignoring it rather than confront the real issue.” She looked at Eric. She wondered what he
thought, what he wanted from her. What he wanted from Brandon. At first she’d felt guilty, almost as
if she were breaking their relationship apart.

But now…now she wasn’t so sure. Brandon was so responsive toward her, so passionate. He

didn’t behave in the same way with Eric. Eric didn’t seem as interested in her either. The axis had
shifted. Whereas before it had been Brandon and Eric as the couple and she the extra now she felt as
if she and Brandon were together. And Eric was the extra.

She wondered if Eric was angry at her for that. For changing their relationship. Even potentially

breaking it up.

God, this was so confusing. She wasn’t sure she could deal with it much longer. She wanted

answers. Confirmation. And if the answers weren’t what she wanted to hear, then so be it.

Her heart ached at the thought of losing these two men from her life. At the idea of losing Brandon.

God, she didn’t think she could stand it.

“Listen, Lex, I know you’re confused,” Eric started, his eyes kind, a faint smile curling his lips.

“Hell, I’m confused too. But we can’t discuss it here. At your friend’s engagement party with all of
her coworkers and family staring at us as if we sprouted three heads. Why don’t we talk about it when
we get home? Or better yet, tomorrow, when we’ve all had enough sleep and are thinking clearly.”

“I am thinking clearly.” She withdrew from Brandon’s grip, took multiple steps away from the both

of them. “I know exactly what I want to talk about, and I don’t care if anyone is staring at us or not. I
want to discuss this. I need to discuss this. Now.”

“Not here,” Brandon warned again as he shook his head slowly. “Later tonight, Lexi.”
“No.” Turning, she fled, headed back toward the house. “It’s now or never, guys. I mean it,” she

tossed over her shoulder.

She stared up at the imposing two-story house, noticed that every window was lit from within.

Stacy’s parents were wealthy. They lived in a gated community full of huge, impressive houses, each
more grand than the next. She walked through the open double French doors, took in the expansive
living room. The décor was stark white accented with blue, a coastal theme since they lived not far

from the beach. The house was practically empty. She caught a glimpse of a few people mingling in
the kitchen but no one paid her any attention. Turning left, she went down a short hall until she came
upon a staircase.

Deciding screw it, she headed up the stairs, desperate to be alone—get some breathing room,

collect her thoughts. She knew Stacy was gossiping with each and every one of their friends at this
very moment about her startling revelation. She loved her friend, but she knew she had a big mouth.
Not that she could blame her.

What she’d told Stacy was probably just about as shocking or even more so as when Stacy told her

Keith was caught wearing her panties.

She heard male voices calling her name and watched from the top of the stairs as Brandon and Eric

both entered the house, glancing about looking for her. She remained where she stood, knew that they
would find her, and they didn’t disappoint. They both came to a skidding halt at the foot of the stairs.

“Let’s go, Lexi,” Brandon said, flicking a finger in his direction. As if commanding her like some

sort of dog to sit and heel in front of him.

“No.” She gripped the banister, her heart beating a million times a minute. Damn it, she had to

stand her ground. She was probably being foolish. Acting like an immature brat. But she had to make
this point.

Otherwise, it would never happen.
“Come on, Alexa,” Eric said, always the cheerful one. Always the one who tried to ease the

tension and make her feel better. “Let’s go. We’ll talk when we get home. We promise.”

With a little huff she turned on her heel and headed down the hall, poked her head into one room,

then another. Until finally she found what looked like an office and she entered the room. With a loud
sigh, she plopped herself onto a short couch that sat by the window.

She caught a glimpse of the ocean in the distance, an expanse of blue melting into the horizon, never

ending. The sun had set just moments ago and the sky still held a pinky-orangey hue that took her
breath away. It was beautiful, a night for lovers what with the beautiful sky, the warm ocean breeze
and the twinkling lights that dotted the trees of Stacy’s parents’ property. A moment she wished she
could relish with the one she cared for. Find comfort in his arms, breathe in the fresh air and smile
when she anticipated his lips just about to crash upon hers.

But she didn’t have just one boyfriend—she had two. And she didn’t have a conventional

relationship, she had a super weird one. She didn’t know if she could even call it a relationship.

It was more like a fucked up mess. One that made her head spin more as every day passed by.
“There you are.”
Alexa turned toward the sound of a familiar deep voice to find Brandon standing there, his large

body filling the entire doorway. Tilting her head, she looked for Eric but he was nowhere to be found.

“He left.”
Alexa’s brows lifted. Damn the man for always reading her mind. “Where did he go?”
“We got into a fight.” He entered the room slowly, as if afraid she might bolt past him. “He got

pissed at me and left.”

“Why did he get pissed at you? I’m the one who threw a fit,” she said, crossing her arms in front of

her again. She turned away from him, stared out the window like a sulky child.

“He thinks we should end it. He’s afraid someone is going to get hurt. Specifically you.”
She heard him approach the couch, could actually feel his presence as if it reached out, beckoning

her to come close, and she stiffened. It was so hard to resist him, and she had to. It was the only way
she could persevere through this.

“I’m not going to get hurt,” she lied because she was already hurting. Confused and baffled and

tired and aroused, all of it. She felt all of it especially with Brandon so close. Trying to make it
better.

He never tried to make it better. He just—did what he wanted and expected everyone to follow.
“I told him I didn’t want it to be over. I’m not ready to give up on you.” He sat beside her, his

weight making the cushions on the couch sink. His thigh brushed against hers, hard and hot. Her entire
body reacted, a shiver moving through her and when he settled his hand on top of her leg she wanted
to melt. “Don’t act like this, Lexi. Talk to me.”

His tone had softened, his touch was gentle and when she looked him in the eyes none of the usual

anger and passion lingered there. No, he looked serious, dreadfully serious. And upset. Worried.

Was he upset and worried about her? Did he mean it, that he wasn’t ready to give up on her?
Her heart swelled at the thought.
“I shouldn’t have told Stacy like that,” she admitted, just wanting to be honest. It was better that

way.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” he agreed with a slight nod.
She smiled, her cheeks heating with embarrassment as she ducked her head. “I pissed you off.

Eric’s probably mad at me for it too.”

“He’s not mad. He hardly ever gets mad. He understands your frustration. He feels the same way

you do, and I think that’s why he said he wants to end it. He wants to protect you.” With a sigh he ran
a hand through his hair, ruffling it appealingly. “I think we’re all a little frustrated.”

“And confused,” she added.
“Definitely confused.” He paused, studying her. His eyes blazed with their usual intense heat.

Tentatively he reached for her hand, interlacing their fingers together. “I hate to see you so upset.
So…angry.”

“I don’t like feeling this way.” She smoothed the hair away from her face with her free hand, her

gaze skittering toward the window once more. There were so many things she wanted to say to him,
and she wasn’t quite sure how to approach it. How accepting he’d be to hear it.

“Tell me what I can do.” His voice had lowered to a husky, sexy whisper. That particular whisper

always sent a shiver of awareness down her spine. His fingers tightened with hers, his thumb stroking
over the top of her hand. “Tell me how I can make it better.”

She remained silent, her stomach bubbling with nerves as she continued to stare out the window.

She felt his eyes on her, knew he was watching and waiting for her to say something. But was she
brave enough to say what she really wanted?

Yes.
“You want to know what will make it better?” She turned to look at him, saw that he watched her

carefully.

“I do.” He brought their linked hands up to his mouth, brushed a kiss across her knuckles. The light

touch of his lips took her breath away. Had he ever been this tender, this sweet toward her? She
didn’t think so.

And she liked it. Wanted more of it.
“Tell me,” he urged when she hadn’t answered him.

Alexa took a deep breath and decided to blurt it out. “Make love to me. Just you and me and no one

else. Now.”

Brandon blinked, startled at her request. Slowly he let their linked hands drop to his lap, taking in

what she said, what she wanted.

Just him and her and no one else. No Eric. It was what he wanted, what he’d wanted since that first

night with her.

He felt like a shit. A complete and utter jerk for even having those thoughts, but damn it she did

something to him that no other person ever had, not even Eric. She made him feel…alive. She seemed
to fulfill his every need, needs he didn’t even know he had. He and Eric had grown distant these last
couple of months and he’d always blamed himself. Thought inviting Alexa into their relationship
would bring them closer together, now it seemed it was going to drive them even further apart.

He felt conflicted. Guilty. Excited at the possibility of going even further with Lexi.
Ah shit, she was so right. This was incredibly confusing.
“Well, what do you think?” she prompted after a few silent minutes ticked by.
“What about Eric?”
Guilt flashed in her eyes, he recognized it. “He’s a good friend.”
“He’s my boyfriend.”
“I know.” She nodded slowly, nibbled on her lower lip. “I care for him. I really do. He’s good to

me, always so careful and considerate. Always there for me when I need him. But it’s…different with
you.”

“Different with me how?” He scooted closer to her on the couch, his thigh nudging against hers.

She wore a pretty pale yellow dress, the front of it dipping low and allowing him a plentiful glimpse
of her cleavage. Reaching for her, he drew his finger between her plumped breasts, felt her shudder
beneath his touch.

“Much more intense,” she confessed breathlessly as he played with the neckline of her dress.

Tugged it aside so her bra was exposed, the nipple of her right breast poking against the lacy white
fabric. “I feel—connected to you.”

“I feel connected to you too,” he admitted as his finger slipped beneath the bra to touch warm, soft

skin. “But we can’t do anything here, Lexi. Not now.”

“Why not?” She thrust her chest, her breast into his hand, always the wanton. He loved that about

her. “We shut the door and no one will find us, Brandon. It’ll be just the two of us. We can make it
quick.”

“Maybe I don’t want to make it quick.” He wanted to savor her. Slowly strip her of her clothes and

run his mouth along her skin. Suck her nipples, lick her pussy, fuck her nice and slow until she
screamed his name. Until she’d come all over his cock, pulsing and writhing beneath him and sending
him straight into his own orgasm, losing himself in her. “Maybe I want to take my time.”

“Well maybe we should go back to my place. Take all the time we want.”
Her murmured offer hung between them, so very, very tempting. A blizzard of questions ran through

his mind at rapid-fire speed, all of them involving Eric. What this might mean for their future
relationship. What this meant for his future with Lexi—just the two of them.

He didn’t know what to say, wasn’t quite sure how to answer. Damn it, he was afraid. Afraid of

putting himself on the line, afraid of exposing his feelings for this woman he’d known for such a short
time.

“What do you say, Brandon?”
Her brown eyes were wide and glittering with anticipation, excitement and…yes, nerves. She was

nervous too. That reassured him.

And gave him the strength to offer her a simple “yes”.

Chapter Ten

Her apartment was deathly quiet, looked downright abandoned. Since getting together with Eric

and Brandon, Alexa had hardly spent any time there. Only stopping by to pick up clothes or toiletries,
whatever she needed to live and look presentable at work.

Flicking the light on in the living room, she noticed the dust coating the furniture, the almost stale,

typical apartment smell in the air. The refrigerator was mostly empty, but she had a couple of sodas
and bottles of water. She made a something to drink offer to Brandon, but he shook his head in
answer, a grim expression on his handsome face as he took in his surroundings.

Nerves made her stomach jump, and she hoped he wasn’t regretting his choice. Of course, knowing

him, he’d flat out tell her he was leaving. He was never one to beat around the bush.

Though he certainly appeared tentative now. Almost…nervous.
She found it endearing.
“It looks abandoned,” he finally said as they both stopped and stood in the center of the living

room.

Alexa shrugged. “I’m never here. I’m always over at your place.”
“True.” He inclined his head toward her, his expression oddly closed. As if he didn’t want to

reveal a thing. “This feels…”

“Awkward? Yeah.” She smiled with relief, thankful he felt the same way.
“It feels odd without Eric here.” He took a step closer and pulled her into his arms. She settled

herself against him, rested her head against the solid wall of his chest. His heart thumped wildly
beneath her ear and the sound reassured her

“I should want him here with us,” she whispered, suddenly full of regret. She buried her face

against his chest briefly before she reached for him. Slowly she began to undo the buttons on his dress
shirt. “I should want him here, and I hate that I don’t. But…”

“But what?” he asked when she finished unbuttoning the last button.
Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to the center of his smooth chest. “I’ve wanted this for so long.

Just the two of us. No one but you and me.”

He grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a little shake, his expression fierce. “I need to tell

you how I feel.”

Her heart lurched at his words. God, couldn’t he save this for after the sex? What if he told her

something she didn’t want to hear? What if she broke down and did something really stupid like…
cry? How mortifying would that be?

“Not now Brandon. Not yet.” She tugged his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. Reached for his

belt buckle and quickly undid it, sliding the leather from the loops of his pants. “Let’s get naked first.
Please? I need you.”

“You don’t have to beg, baby,” he said with a cocky smile, his gaze locked on her busy hands.
“Usually you love it when I beg.” She worked on the snap and zipper of his pants, undoing them

both and exposing the dark blue boxer briefs he wore beneath. She pushed at the waistband of his
pants, and they fell to mid-thigh, giving her a delicious view.

“When you’re undressing me I’m not about to make you stop and beg. I’m going to enjoy this.”
With a wicked smile she knelt before him, tugging his pants down along the way until they pooled

at his feet. She carefully undid the laces on his shoes and he helped her take them off as well as his
socks, then off with his pants. Until he stood before her clad in only his underwear, his erection jutted
against the dampening fabric. Licking her lips she drew her fingers down the front of his hard
muscular thighs, across his knees. She felt him shiver beneath her touch and her smile grew.

It was a heady feeling, knowing the power she wielded over him. How much he wanted her, how

easy it was for her to push him and make him lose control. He prided himself on his control above all
else, and yet he lost it every single time they were together. All because of her.

She secretly reveled in it. He was always in control with Eric. Always.
She planned on making him lose control right now.
Carefully she stroked the front of his briefs, felt his cock rise beneath her touch. Her touch was

light, teasing and he thrust his hips forward. Seeking more of her touch, more of her.

Alexa removed his underwear, smiling when he kicked them off eagerly. His cock thrust toward

her face, long and thick, hard and damp at the very tip. She wrapped her fingers around the base of
him and held firm, tipping her head forward until her lips hovered just above him.

A strangled groan escaped him, and she licked. Tentatively she tasted him, savored the essence of

him as it dropped onto her tongue. Traced the flared head of his cock, tickled the sensitive area just
beneath. He bucked against her, and she squeezed her fingers tighter.

Oh how she loved taunting him. Driving him wild until he couldn’t take it anymore. He did the

same exact thing to her.

“Suck it,” he urged in a harsh whisper, and she licked again. Down the entire length of him, she

traced the roadmap of veins, all velvety hot and hard skin. He pulsed beneath her tongue, another
groan escaped him and finally, finally she drew the head of his cock into her mouth. Swirled her
tongue about him again and again, the salty taste of pre-come dissolving in her mouth.

“Ah Christ, I love it when you do that.” He gripped the sides of her head, his fingers tangling in her

hair and tugging. With a wince she glanced up at him, saw the expression of blissful abandon on his
face. His head tossed back, his mouth slack, eyes closed. His hips thrust in a slow rhythm, and she
opened her mouth wider. Let him thrust deeper until he nudged the back of her throat.

He was big, thick and long. He filled her mouth, made it hard for her to breathe yet she continued to

suck. Sucked him in deep, she licked him, cupped his balls and played with them. Her free hand
moved behind, to trace at the seam of his firm ass and he spread his legs, allowing her further access
and she took it. Her index finger traced at the puckered edges of his ass, circling more and more until
she pressed. Her finger sunk inside to the base of her nail.

“Fuck,” he muttered as she sucked harder, pressed deeper. His cock buried in her mouth, her finger

buried in his ass, she slid her lips up and down the length of him. Faster and faster until she felt him
stiffen beneath her touch, the familiar sign of his impending orgasm.

“I’m gonna come,” he said between harsh pants and she nodded furiously, urging him to come. She

wanted to feel his hot come spurt inside her mouth, spill down her throat. She wanted to swallow him
whole, make him become a part of her.

And then he was coming, shouting her name as his hips bucked against her. His semen flooded her

mouth, and she swallowed, savoring his taste. She licked her lips, caught up stray drops of come and
he laughed as he shook his head.

“I feel like you just devoured me.” His eyes sparkled. “And you enjoyed every minute.”
“I did.” She let him pull her to her feet.

Bending down, he kissed her, a lingering meeting of lips. “It’s my turn. Show me your bedroom.”
His dark voice made her panties dampen even more if that was possible and without a word she

took his hand, led him back to her bedroom. He went to quick work stripping her of her dress and
underwear, dawdling over particular spots of her body and making her melt until her knees were a
quivering mass of flesh. With the tips of his fingers he pushed her onto the bed, smiling as he watched
her go down.

He looked like a sex god. Exactly what she thought the first time she saw him. “Get ready, baby,”

he murmured, arrogant and gorgeous as ever. “This could take a while.”

Naked and anxious, Brandon joined Alexa on her bed, pulling her against him. Her soft, supple

curves melded with his body, stirring his cock to roaring life. He usually took a while to recover but
tonight he was more than eager to have her again.

And again and again and again.
Her slender arms looped about his neck, fingers sliding into his hair. She gave a little tug and her

mouth met his, her tongue darting out for a quick lick. Growling, he tangled his tongue with hers,
savoring her taste, the faint taste of him on her lips, in her mouth.

Rolling over, he pinned her to the mattress, his cock nudging against her wet pussy. Her legs

wrapped around his hips, opening herself to him even more and he slid right in.

Without a condom. And damn if that didn’t feel like fucking heaven.
“Brandon,” she whispered. Her ankles pressed into the small of his back. “You forgot to put on a

condom.”

“I’m clean, Lexi.” He kissed her, long and slow, stealing her breath, losing his own. “I just got

tested. I always use a condom.”

A little smile teased the corners of her lush mouth. “You’re not using one right now.”
“And doesn’t it feel fucking good?” Brandon kissed her again, as if he couldn’t help himself.
And he couldn’t.
“It does.” She moaned when he shifted and sent himself deep. “I’m on the pill. I’ve been tested

too.”

“See? Perfect.” He started to move, slow, shallow strokes, teasing the both of them. Her pussy

clutched hot and tight around his cock, sucking him deeper and he tensed, striving for patience.

“But what about—” she panted, breathing deep as if to catch her breath, “—what about Eric?”
“What about him?” He couldn’t think about Eric now. Not when he had Lexi all alone, in her bed,

skin on skin. He wanted to be inside her all night long. Wanted to come inside her, bind himself to her
forever.

Forever.
Fuck, what was he thinking? Normally the word forever made him break out in hives. Hell, it was

some sort of miracle he’d been in his relationship with Eric for so long.

But he didn’t want to be with Eric anymore. He didn’t think Eric wanted to be with him anymore

either.

He wanted Lexi. All to himself. And he really hoped Eric was okay with that.
“He’s probably worried since he doesn’t know where we’re at. And if he knew what we were

doing…” She paused, and he glanced down into her pretty face, watched as she nibbled on her lower
lip. “He’s going to get his feelings hurt. I don’t want to hurt him, Brandon. I care about him too much.”

“I’ll talk to him.” Dipping his head he kissed her, wanted to chase her worries away. “I promise.

I’ll take care of it.”

“He means a lot to me.” She rested her hands on his shoulders briefly before she trailed them down

his chest. Her gently scraping fingernails made him shiver. “I care about him.”

“Do you care about me?” He kissed her neck, her shoulder, the tops of her breasts. Licked at one

nipple, then drew it between his lips, sucking her sweet taste into his mouth.

“Yes,” she whispered, her hands sinking into his hair, holding him to her. She lifted her hips,

sending him deeper and they both moaned softly. “So much.”

“How much?” He lifted himself away from her, propped his hands on the mattress on either side of

her head. Began to move in earnest now, not able to control himself, wanting to send them both out of
their minds with pleasure.

“I—” She closed her eyes tight, her hips moving with his, her legs tightening about his waist. The

mattress creaked beneath their weight, their thrusting and their sweaty skin slapped together in a
steady rhythm. “I care for you a lot.”

But did she love him? Hell, he didn’t know if he loved her. He felt downright obsessed with her,

she was on his mind constantly. Could that be considered love? He knew he loved Eric, but he’d
never been consumed with him as he felt consumed with Lexi.

He couldn’t worry about it. Already the familiar tingling started at the base of his cock, his entire

body going tense. He was going to come, but he wanted to make sure Lexi found her release too.
Reaching between their joined bodies he touched her, a gentle stroke against her swollen clit, and she
cried out. Her inner walls milked him as she shattered just like that, her body convulsing beneath his,
her legs wrapped so tightly about him he thought he might have to pry her off.

And then he was coming, endless spurts of semen filling her welcoming body as he groaned her

name. Again and again he came, until he felt as if every drop of liquid had been wrenched from his
body and he slumped atop her, careful not to crush her.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, as if she wanted to be crushed. “I can

feel you inside me,” she whispered. “I’m full of your come.”

The thought pleased him. That she was full of his semen, branded by him, as if she belonged to him.

Possessive was the word that came to mind. He possessed this woman, much like she possessed him.

He loved it, wanted more of it. Wanted more of her.
It was as if he couldn’t get enough.

Worry had made Eric toss and turn the entire night until he finally gave up and crawled out of bed

at six. In the morning. An ungodly hour for anyone to be awake and especially on a Sunday. Bleary
eyed, he’d made coffee, showered, drank the shitty coffee, grimaced and spit it out. No one made
coffee better than Brandon.

But he had no clue where Brandon was. Or Alexa. They’d never come home last night. He’d been

worried sick. Now as the clock ticked by and the morning disappeared, they still weren’t home.

He was getting pissed.
Deciding the hell with it he got into his car and drove. Didn’t even think, he just drove until he got

to Alexa’s apartment building. He’d only been there a couple of times, both to take Lex over to pick
up some of her stuff. It didn’t surprise him to see Brandon’s car in the parking lot.

How fortunate Brandon had been that they’d met at her friend’s party since he’d had to work late

that night. How rare it was he had client appointments on a late Saturday afternoon but things always
worked in his favor now didn’t they?

Shit, he was mad. More angry than he’d felt…ever. Yeah, he and Brandon had arguments. Yeah shit

got to him and drove him to blow. But this—this felt like a betrayal.

Brandon had taken Lex back to her apartment and most likely fucked her all night long. They were

probably naked and in bed right at this very moment.

Fuming, Eric jerked the keys out of the ignition and climbed out of the car, slamming the door with

a satisfying thunk. He strode toward Alexa’s apartment building, thankful he remembered exactly
where she lived, and he went to the door. Knocked on it loudly. Hell, he pounded on it. Her neighbors
in the entire building probably heard him.

He didn’t give a shit. He needed to confront them and get this over with.
It took awhile and another knock on the door but finally it opened. Alexa stood before him,

disheveled and barefoot, clad in a silky cream-colored robe that hit her mid thigh. Looking as if she
had just been thoroughly fucked.

Which she probably had.
“Eric.” She visibly swallowed and tried to turn on a bright smile. It didn’t work. “Come in.” She

opened the door wider.

He stepped inside without a word, his mouth tight, his throat clogged with furious emotion.

Glancing about the room, he looked for some sort of evidence of Brandon within but didn’t find any.

The bastard was probably still asleep in bed.
“Where is he?” he asked through clenched teeth.
She jerked the ties of her robe tight. “Let me explain first.”
“There’s nothing to explain. You two came here last night and fucked. Without me.” He started

down the hall. “Is he in the bedroom? Tell me, Alexa, did you two even think about me last night?
What I might be thinking? How I might feel about all of this?”

“Eric, wait.” She ran after him, her small hand wrapping about his forearm, but he shrugged her off.

Threw open the one closed door to find Brandon lying in bed just as he thought he would be, the pale
yellow sheet draped about his waist. Hair a mess, chest bare, expression startled. As if he was the
last person he expected to see.

“Eric,” Brandon said carefully as he moved to get out of bed. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask the same of you, but I’d have to be blind not to figure it out,” Eric spat. Brandon froze

where he was. God, had he ever felt so wronged before? As he did at this very moment?

“Listen, we need to talk,” Brandon started to say, but Eric cut him off.
“I really don’t think there’s anything left to say. You’re all cozy in Alexa’s bed and she looks like

she just climbed out of it. You guys didn’t even call me last night. I had no idea where you were.”
Damn it, he didn’t mean to sound like a whiny baby, but he’d been worried and angry and frustrated.

He still felt that way. Alexa stood by the door watching him with sad eyes. Brandon looked ready

to jump out of bed but most likely didn’t want to since he was naked beneath the sheets.

“I’m so sorry, Eric. It was just so late and I thought about calling you…” Alexa trailed off, a little

frown appearing on her face.

“But you didn’t. No big deal. I know where I stand. It’s clear how you two feel about me.” He

turned to leave but Alexa stopped him, resting a hand upon his shoulder.

“Eric.” The pleading tone in her voice, the questioning light in her dark eyes, it made him pause.

She looked as if she almost cared. And damn it, he thought she did. He thought they shared a
connection, something deeper than just friends. He thought he was falling in love with her.

“We need to talk,” Brandon said from the bed. “All three of us.”
“There’s nothing to say.” Eric reluctantly pulled away from her hold, shooting a glare over his

shoulder in Brandon’s direction. “You need to move out your stuff. I don’t want you in my apartment
any longer.”

Brandon’s mouth dropped open. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say? You’re kicking me out

because of this?”

“We didn’t mean to hurt you, Eric,” Alexa said, her voice low, her gaze cast downward.
“Yeah well too fucking late for that because it hurts—more than I care to admit. And it’s over,

Brandon. Between all three of us.” Without another word he left, exiting the apartment before
Brandon or Alexa could try and stop him.

He needed to be alone. With his thoughts, muddling over what he told Brandon. He meant every

word he said. He was done with this. Neither Brandon’s heart nor head had been in their relationship
for months and with the addition of Alexa, Brandon had become even more distant.

It didn’t help his confusion over Alexa and his feelings for her. Whereas before Eric thought he

could never find himself falling for a woman, now he wasn’t so sure. But was it only Alexa? Or was
it the thrill of discovering a woman’s body? Hell, the thrill of discovering that his options were wide
open, that it didn’t matter what sex a person was? That he could find pleasure with both a man and a
woman?

He was angry and hurt like he’d never been in his life, angry at them but more than anything, he was

angry at himself.

In some hidden part of him, he’d predicted this outcome. Had expected this shit to happen just as it

played out.

In some inexplicable way, Eric had let it go this far.
Had he set himself up for utter heartache?
Time and distance could only tell.
And more than anything, at this very moment, he needed plenty of distance. From the both of them.

Chapter Eleven

Alexa knocked on the door and waited patiently for an answer. She hadn’t gathered her courage

and come all this way just to turn around and give up.

She was going to make Eric talk to them if it was the last thing she did.
“I don’t think he’s going to answer,” Brandon murmured close to her ear. He was reluctant too. She

could practically feel the vibes radiate off his big body. He didn’t want to do this. Would rather
pretend it was good and over and they all went off on their merry way.

She couldn’t let that happen. She needed the proper closure with Eric. Felt that Brandon needed it

too.

Finally the door swung open, a very irritated looking Eric standing there glaring at them. “What do

you two want?”

“He doesn’t want to see us. Let’s get out of here, Lexi,” Brandon said, wrapping his fingers around

her arm and giving her a tug.

“No.” She shrugged out of his grip and pushed her way past Eric. “We need to talk to you.”
“What else is there to talk about?” Eric asked as they barged inside. He slowly closed the door

then leaned against it. “You should’ve at least called first.”

“What so you can turn us away? I don’t think so.” Alexa stopped in the middle of the room and

crossed her arms in front of her. “How are you? Really?”

Eric shuffled his feet, clearly uncomfortable with their presence. He wouldn’t even look in

Brandon’s direction. “I’m fine. Really. So stop worrying about me and feeling guilty over what
happened.”

Alexa threw her arms up into the air and growled in frustration. “We hurt you, Eric. I can’t help but

feel guilty. I’m trying to reach out to you and all you want to do is push me away.”

“Because I don’t need this. I don’t need either of you.” Eric pushed himself from the door and

began to pace the short living room. “Yeah, I was hurt, I’ll admit it. And I’ve missed both of you like
hell. But damn it, it won’t work out like this.”

Alexa watched him, her heart aching at the frustration in his voice. How she’d missed him. It had

been two weeks. Two long weeks since the moment at her apartment when he found them together.
Brandon had told her to let it go and they should move on. They’d spent every moment together since
it happened. He’d gone to his apartment and emptied it out one afternoon when Eric was at work and
hadn’t left her place since.

She didn’t mind. She wanted to be with Brandon. What they shared was…indescribable.
“It won’t work like what?” She knew what his answer would be. She just needed to hear him say

it.

“All three of us, together. Damn it, Lex, I thought I was in love with you.”
“And now you’re not?”
He stopped his pacing and slowly shook his head. “I love you like a friend, I’ll always love you,

but not…like that. I can’t interfere in what you two share.”

She took a step toward him. “I love you too, Eric. But you’re right. We’re better off as friends. Not

that I regret what we shared because I don’t. Really I don’t.”

“What about me?”

Alexa turned to find Brandon glaring at the both of them, his eyes dark, his expression…hurt.

Surprising. “What about you?”

“He tells you he loves you, and you love him back. What about me? What about what we shared,

Eric? Damn it, I thought what we had was good.”

“It was. At first,” Eric agreed, shaking his head. “It fell apart a few months ago. You know this.

And with Lex in the picture well, I couldn’t compete.”

“But she doesn’t love me,” he muttered. “Not like she loves you.”
“Oh my God, we’re all being complete idiots.” She went to Brandon and looped her arms around

his neck. “I love Eric but just as a friend. I’m in love with you.”

Brandon’s eyes widened, and he dipped his head, his forehead pressed against hers as he slipped

his arms around her waist. “Really?”

“Yes, you dumbass so tell her you love her back,” Eric called from behind them.
Brandon shot him a murderous glare before he kissed her, stealing her breath, her very soul with

his beckoning lips. “I love you,” he murmured once he broke the kiss.

“So you two came over to confess your love for each other in front of me?” Eric rolled his eyes.

“That’s just great.”

Alexa withdrew from Brandon’s embrace and went to Eric, wrapping her arms around him and

giving him a quick, fierce hug. “I came here asking for your forgiveness.”

Curling his hands about her shoulders, he gently pushed her away so he could look into her eyes.

“You always had it. I just had to be alone for a bit. Lick my wounds.”

Tears misted her eyes as she stared into his beloved face. “You’re being so grown up about this. I

don’t even know what to say.”

“Well, I’ve been going to therapy for over a year so the extra visits the last couple of weeks have

made me realize a few things.”

Laughing, she shook her head. “Like what?”
“Like I’ve always been looking for something I can’t seem to find. Acceptance. Love. Real love.

I’m so busy trying to make the other person happy that I forget about myself.”

“Eric…” Brandon started, but Eric quieted him with a held up hand. “It’s not all your fault,

Brandon. I have a huge part in this. I need to focus on myself.”

“What if I—” Alexa glanced from Brandon to Eric and back to Brandon again. “What if I said I

wanted to be with the two of you one more time? Just for something to remember it by?”

She waited quietly for their answer, nerves making her stomach jump. Would Brandon hate her for

such a suggestion? Would Eric kick them both out and demand to never see them again?

They both looked at her, their gazes searching, Brandon’s expression solemn. She wondered if she

overstepped. How could she resist asking for both of them just one more time?

“Are you sure?” Brandon asked, his voice low, just for her ears.
Alexa nodded. “Only if you want to.”
“I want to make you happy.” He leaned in and dropped a gentle kiss upon her lips. “And I’m not

about to deny you this.”

She smiled. “You’ll benefit too you know.”
With a smile, Brandon glanced in Eric’s direction.“I’m up for it. If you are,” he said, resting a hand

upon her shoulder. A united front.

Eric laughed and shook his head. “You two are crazy.”

“You can’t deny the sex was good between the three of us,” Brandon pointed out.
“No, I can’t deny that.” Eric sobered. “But nothing between the two of us, Brandon. I can’t… I

can’t go there right now. Let’s just share Lex. One more time. Then she’s yours.”

“Brandon?” She looked behind her at the man who she loved more than anything. Waiting for his

permission. She belonged to him now, and she wasn’t about to overstep and offer herself when he
didn’t want to share.

“One more time,” Brandon agreed quietly.
They moved together for a group hug, arms looping around each other and Alexa in the middle. She

closed her eyes, one arm around each of their shoulders, savoring the feeling of their broad chests
pressing into her. She hated that they hurt Eric and they had to end things like this but he was right. It
wouldn’t work, the three of them together permanently.

But it was working between her and Brandon. She was so thankful for what they shared, his

understanding, his utter kindness. The way he made her feel cherished, as if he never wanted anyone
else but her.

He was man enough to share her one more time with Eric. She couldn’t love him more for that

gesture.

They headed toward the bedroom, Brandon shedding his clothes as he walked down the hall until

he entered the room in just his underwear. Taking his cue, Eric removed his clothing as well, baring
himself completely and settling on top of the bed, fist wrapped around his already erect cock. He
smiled at Alexa, and she glanced in Brandon’s direction, as if asking her permission.

Brandon gave her a slight nod, ran his hand down the front of his underwear. His cock strained

against the fabric, already eager to join in on the action but he wanted Eric to have his moment first.

“Take off your clothes, Lex,” Eric urged, lust making his voice strained. He slowly stroked his

cock as he watched her strip, and she played it up. Tugging her shirt off in a suggestive manner, she
revealed her skin bit by bit. Her breasts clad in pale pink lace, hard rosy nipples poking against the
thin fabric.

Brandon moved behind her and flicked the clasp and the strap parted, falling loose. Casting him a

quick smile over her shoulder, she drew the bra off and flung it to the ground. Then she slipped out of
her jeans and panties until she, too, stood naked and proud, her entire body quivering in anticipation.

“Show Eric how much you missed him, babe,” Brandon murmured when he moved in close behind

her. Gently he cupped her smooth ass and gave her a push. “Crawl onto the bed and suck his cock.”

Eric groaned at his words, groaned louder when Lexi crawled onto the bed on all fours and crept

toward him until her head was just above his cock. She leaned in and kissed him hungrily on his
mouth before she dropped back to her task at hand.

Brandon shucked his underwear as she bent over and drew her tongue down the length of Eric’s

twitching cock. Another groan filled the room, this time his own as he watched her spread legs, her
pert ass waving in the air. He caught a glimpse of her creamy pink depths, and he couldn’t resist. He
touched her there, a gentle rub of two fingers, and she wagged her ass at him. A muffled moan
escaping her since her mouth was full of Eric’s cock.

“Do you mind?” Brandon glanced in Eric’s direction, and Eric shook his head.
“We’re sharing her,” he said on a rasp. “She’s yours man. You can do to her what you want.”
Climbing onto the bed on his knees, he pushed one finger inside her clenching heat, then two.

Slowly thrust them in and out until he had her moving with him, her ass nudging against his fingers,

sliding them deeper and deeper until she was panting around Eric’s cock.

“Suck him good, Lexi,” Brandon urged as he continued to finger fuck her. “Make him come down

your throat.”

“Jesus, Brandon,” Eric muttered, already caught up in the moment.
“I’m going to fuck her,” Brandon declared to no one in particular. He slipped on a condom from the

stash in the bedside table. Wrapped his hands around her slender hips and pushed inside her, filling
her completely with one sure thrust.

“Oh God,” she whimpered as she came up for breath. Her head was thrown back as he carefully

fucked her, keeping his thrusts quick and shallow, teasing her into a frenzy. It wasn’t difficult. Things
always worked into a frenzy when they were together.

“Feel good?” Brandon smoothed his hands over her ass, wrapping his hands about her hips and

increasing his pace.

“So good,” she murmured just before she took Eric’s cock into her mouth once more.
Brandon watched his cock slide in and out of her body, his length glistening from her juices. Heard

the slurping noises she made as she sucked Eric’s cock deep into her mouth, the agonized moans
coming from Eric with his every thrust.

Glancing up, he caught Eric staring at him, his eyes glazed, his face coated with a sheen of sweat.

He flashed him a crooked smile, it felt just like old times and Brandon wished he could fuck him. Just
so he could experience it one more time.

“Harder, Brandon,” she suddenly said, drawing his attention back to her. He increased his pace,

slamming into her, the hard slap of their sweat-slicked flesh filling the room. Eric closed his eyes and
threw his head back, a low moan sounding from deep within him as Alexa resumed sucking him deep.

Brandon stiffened, his hands clenched her hips so hard he was sure to leave a mark. His belly

tensed, he felt the rush of semen go straight up his cock and then he was coming, shuddering above her
body as he shouted a curse. Watched as Alexa moved off of Eric, her pussy clenching tight around
Brandon’s cock as her orgasm took over her. Her fist slid up and down Eric’s cock furiously, come
shooting out the top and dripping all over her fingers.

“Jesus,” Brandon said when he finally came down off his high. He started to laugh at the decadent

sight before him. Eric slumped against the headboard, his body coated with sweat. Alexa in a naked
heap, collapsed on his lap, Brandon’s softening cock still inside her delectable body.

“That was fucking amazing,” Eric muttered.
Brandon withdrew from Alexa’s body reluctantly. “I’ll say.”
“I’m tired,” Alexa said as she rolled over on her side, her hand draped across Eric’s thigh. She

smiled up at Brandon. “I need a nap.”

“Baby, it’s only just begun.” He smiled in return and climbed out of bed, disposing of the condom.

“I want to fuck you again. The both of us inside you—together. What do you say?”

They’d rarely done it, the both of them buried deep inside Alexa. There were so many other

interesting positions to find themselves in that they’d only fucked her at the same time a couple of
times.

But if this was going to be it then Brandon wanted to be buried inside her pussy while Eric took her

ass. That way he could feel close to both of them.

“Just give me a few minutes,” she murmured sleepily as her eyes slid closed.
Eric looked at him. “I’m game.”

Brandon grinned. “Just the answer I want to hear.”
“I think she really needs that nap though.”
“I wouldn’t mind a little rest myself.” Brandon settled himself on the bed on the other side of Alexa

who already seemed dead to the world. Reaching across her, he rested a hand on Eric’s shoulder and
gave him a firm, quick squeeze. “I’m glad we talked, Eric.”

“I am too,” Eric confessed quietly.
“I’m sorry it ended the way it did.” Brandon swallowed hard, needing to get this off his chest. “I

didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know you didn’t. You were just being your normal, selfish self.”
“Hey.” Brandon gave him a little shove.
“Truth hurts right? Seriously, I’m fine. This was for the best.” Eric remained quiet for a moment.

“But I’m glad you guys came over and gave me…this.”

“I am too.” Brandon settled his head deeper into the pillow, his eyes sliding closed. “I am too…”

Chapter Twelve

Alexa awoke to find Eric reaching over her and stroking Brandon’s cock. Memories flooded her of

the first time she caught them together and she watched with lowered lids, savoring the sight of such a
masculine hand touching another man’s cock. Her already wet pussy creamed even more and she
rubbed her thighs together, wishing she could join in.

She felt the telltale nudge of Eric’s cock against her butt and she wiggled against him, unable to

help herself. Heard him chuckle and then his lips were close to her ear, whispering in encouragement.
“Join me.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to do anything with Brandon,” she whispered back, grinding

back against him once again.

His breath hitched in her ear. “I changed my mind. Touch him, Lex. Touch him with me.”
Brandon was still asleep, sprawled onto his back with abandon, his cock rising stiff and tall,

enjoying its attentions. Alexa reached out, traced her finger across the tip of his damp cock. Drew
back her finger and brought it to her mouth so she could lick at the salty pre-come. “Delicious,” she
murmured.

“Let’s suck his cock together,” Eric suggested, excitement filling his voice.
She glanced over her shoulder, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Are you sure? I mean…you won’t

regret it?”

“I won’t.” He leaned in and pressed the softest, sweetest kiss to her lips. “I’ve realized that I

should savor this moment with you two. As a sort of bittersweet goodbye.”

“You’re being terribly mature about this.” God, she didn’t know how he had the strength. She

wasn’t quite sure if she could ever let Eric completely go.

“I want what’s best for both of you. And what’s best for me.” He paused, letting his whispered

words sink in. “And the three of us together isn’t what’s best. Now come on.”

Eric moved toward Brandon, going up on all fours to crawl over his sprawled form, careful not to

disturb him. He settled on the other side of Brandon and rested on his forearms, his mouth just above
his jutting hipbone. Alexa situated herself across from him, she watched Brandon’s thick cock. It
lengthened in front of her eyes, twitched as if to wave her over and she couldn’t help the giggle that
escaped her.

“He really knows how to use that thing,” Eric mock whispered, a devilish glint in his eyes.
She came closer to Brandon, could smell his musky, aroused scent. “You’re not so bad with yours

either you know.”

He smiled, wrapped his fingers tight around the base of Brandon’s cock. Positioned it close to his

mouth and gave it a decadent lick. “Mmm,” he murmured, his voice gone husky, eyes gone hazy.

Alexa watched, a rapt audience of one as Eric took his time, licking Brandon’s cock as if it were

an ice cream cone on a sizzling hot day. He circled the head with his tongue, tickled the flared cap
just beneath before he traced each distended vein along Brandon’s engorged length. Bathing it with
his tongue, he slid his lips along it, slurping loudly and driving Alexa straight out of her mind.

“God,” Brandon choked out, startling them both. “Don’t ever fucking stop.”
“Join in, Lex,” Eric encouraged. He held Brandon’s cock toward her like some sort of gift. “Lick

him.”

“Do it,” Brandon mumbled, sounding practically incoherent.
She took Eric’s offering eagerly, lapping at the tip of Brandon’s cock before she drew it into her

mouth. Relished the groan that sounded just above her, she lashed her tongue around it, sucked him
even deeper. Eric leaned in just below her, running his tongue along the length of Brandon’s cock, and
she released her hold on him so she could do the same thing. Their tongues tangled, licked against
each other and then they were kissing, the taste of Brandon’s cock on their lips, inside their mouths.

“Jesus that’s hot,” Brandon muttered. “I’ll forgive you for ignoring my cock if you two keep doing

that for a while.”

They both laughed against each other’s mouths before they resumed kissing. Mouths wide, tongues

wild, Alexa exaggerated her movements, hoping to put on a show for Brandon. It must’ve worked
because he continued to grow, and his hand settled on the back of her head, his long fingers tangling in
her hair.

“Suck my dick,” he finally demanded in a guttural voice. “Both of you.”
Alexa grabbed his cock first, licking and sucking, allowing Eric his turn. She reached for Eric’s

cock and found it hard and steel, the tip dripping wet. She stroked a thumb over the top of it, her
fingers sliding up in down in the same rhythm as she sucked Brandon’s cock. Both men were at her
mercy and the tortured moans that filled the room made her feel triumphant.

How she cherished them both. The pleasure they brought her, the pleasure she could bring them. It

was a heady experience.

“Your turn,” Eric suddenly murmured as he reached for her. “Come on, Brandon. We need to take

care of Lex.”

“It’ll be my pleasure,” he said with a growl as he rolled away from them to reposition himself.
Eric pushed at her so she moved toward the pillows. Anticipation swept through her veins as she

laid her head on the pile of downy soft pillows, her naked body sprawled across the center of the bed.
The two men eyed her with greedy lust on their faces, their hands wrapped around their respective
cocks. As if they coordinated it, they moved toward her at the same time, Eric going for her breasts
and Brandon burying his face between her legs.

“Oh,” Alexa gasped when she felt the warm caress of their mouths and tongues on her most

sensitive areas. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, riveted as she watched both men make love to her
body with their eager mouths.

Eric licked at her breasts, drawing one nipple into his mouth and sucking mightily. She arched into

his mouth, thrust her hands into his hair and held him to her. Shifting, he moved to her other breast,
tonguing and licking the pebbled little nipple, pulling it so deep into his mouth she felt the tug all the
way to her womb.

She couldn’t see Brandon any longer since Eric blocked her view, but she could feel him. His big

hands on the inside of her thighs, holding her spread wide open for him. His stubble-covered cheeks
rubbed against her flesh and she shivered. His hot, wet tongue rasped along her folds, tickled at her
entry, circled about her throbbing clit. He slid a thick finger into her and slowly started to pump,
bringing forth her orgasm at an overwhelmingly rapid rate.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered harshly, encouraging Brandon to continue his passionate assault. She

spread her legs open farther, thrust her hips in his direction so that she ground herself shamelessly
against his face. He didn’t let up, thrusting two fingers deep inside her pussy as he finger fucked her
into oblivion.

“You going to come, Lex?” Eric asked when he lifted himself away from her breast. His lips

glistened, his eyelids weighed heavy and he had a slumberous, lusty look about him that instantly
called to her.

She couldn’t make her voice work so she nodded furiously in answer, her fingers still clutched in

the hair at the back of his head. Tugging down, she indicated she wanted more from him and he
chuckled just before he drew her nipple back into his mouth.

Brandon’s tongue worked furiously around her clit, sliding over her pussy. She was wet, the liquid

sounds of his tongue connecting with her filled the room but there was no time for her to feel
embarrassed.

She was going to come. And how.
“Oh, oh, oh.” The little pants tore from her throat while her belly tightened, her entire body strained

toward her release. And then she was crashing, her body shuddering beneath both men’s attentions,
their mouths extending her climax until she finally collapsed into the mattress, sated.

Her heart raced, the pounding filled her head and she pushed stray hairs away from her face.

Brandon still touched her gently between her legs with his tongue while Eric had already moved away
from her. “I want you both inside me,” she suddenly declared, overwhelmed with the need to have
them both surrounding her. Wrapped all around her, filling her completely.

“I’m more than ready to oblige,” Brandon said, lifting his head away from his place between her

legs. “Grab some condoms, Eric.”

Eric did as he was asked, rushing toward the bedside table and pulling a few out, scattering them

on the tabletop. He tossed a square foil package in Brandon’s direction and he caught it with one
hand, tore into it with his teeth, then sheathed himself quickly.

“Not too worn out, baby?” Brandon asked softly, concern lighting his eyes.
Her heart constricted at his tenderness. She shook her head. “I’m ready.”
Smiling he went to her, his mouth meeting hers in a gentle kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, his

tongue and she reveled in it. The intimacy they shared, the way he understood her, could read her
every thought and need—it touched her deeply.

So deeply she couldn’t imagine never having Brandon in her life.
“Where do you want me?” Eric asked as he watched them.
“You get on the bottom Eric so you can take her ass.” Brandon kept his gaze trained on her face.

“Your pussy is mine, baby.”

She should’ve laughed. It was one of the crudest things any man had ever said to her. Yet it

warmed her from the inside out. The possessive glint in his eyes, the way he said it. God, it was sexy.

He was sexy. Both men were.
How did she get so lucky?
Eric nudged Alexa out of his way and lay down on the bed on his back, opening his arms to her.

She went to him, sighing at his quick embrace, his fleeting kiss. Then he positioned her so she lay on
top of him, his condom-covered cock nudging between her butt cheeks as if already seeking entry.

Brandon hovered over her, broad shoulders blocking everything out so she only saw him. He

smiled at her, reached out and quickly stroked her cheek and pressed in for a kiss. Their mouths
lingered, drinking from each other, tongues teasing until he finally broke the kiss and sat up on his
knees. Sprawled between their spread legs he positioned her just so, preparing her for their wanted
invasion. He touched her pussy, fingers gathering cream and then coating her ass with it. Penetrated

her easily with the tip of his index finger, he slid in and out of her ass, making sure she was ready.

God, she was so ready.
Eric entered her first, his long cock pushing against her little hole carefully. Brandon had prepared

her but Eric was still big and it took patient work to get himself inside her. She gasped at the
sensation of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscles and then settling deep. Large and throbbing
and so, so hot, he filled her, his hands coming around her waist to settle on top of her stomach.

“You’re tight,” he whispered into her ear, his breath coming in harsh pants, his lips brushing

against her earlobe. “You feel so fucking good.”

“S—so do you,” she stuttered, watching in breathless anticipation as Brandon came at her. His

cock, huge and thrusting toward her, his expression was sexy and animalistic.

He entered her swiftly, filling her to the very brim, and she moaned. All coherent thought fled as

she lay there, sandwiched between two hard, muscular men. She became nothing but sensation. Pure,
blissful sensation as they slowly started to move.

They soon established a rhythm, Eric pushing in as Brandon pulled out. The drag of their cocks as

they withdrew and thrust inside her body was too much. She closed her eyes, breathing shallowly
from parted lips as the two men gloriously used her. Their damp skin sticking to her, the scent of sex
and sweat filling the room, the sounds of their grunts and groans as they pushed inside her, she
savored it. Tried desperately to burn it onto her brain so that she would never forget this one last night
between all three of them.

“Christ, you feel good,” Brandon muttered, dipping his head down to savagely kiss her. “I can feel

Eric’s cock moving inside you.”

“I can feel you too,” Eric agreed, just as he thrust deep inside her, lifting his hips. “I really need to

come.”

“Me too,” Brandon answered, his gaze meeting hers. “You ready, Lexi? You close?”
It was taking everything she had not to fall apart between the two of them. She nodded, a little

whimper escaping her when Brandon reached down between their connected bodies and flicked her
clit. God, she was going to explode if he continued to touch her like that.

And the bastard did continue to touch her, drive her out of her ever freaking mind as he played with

her clit, propped himself up on his other hand pressed hard into the mattress. He drove into her body
like a madman, fucking her ruthlessly, shoving Eric’s cock deeper into her body with his every thrust.
She moaned her encouragement, her orgasm edging ever so close and he removed his hand from her
clit. Used both hands as leverage as he continued to fuck her like a savage.

Alexa screamed when her orgasm crashed over her, though her incoherent words were drowned

out by the shouts of both men as they shuddered around her. Their orgasms were intense, an endless
event of tremors and thrusts, both men wrapping themselves around her, touching her, kissing her,
filling her.

She lay there completely surrounded by them, breathing deep. God, it was good, so good between

them like this. No boundaries, no hang-ups, just delicious, mind-blowing sex.

How she would miss Eric. Maybe he would be agreeable to being with them again. But would

Brandon?

She didn’t know. And she wasn’t about to go against his wishes. She loved him too much to hurt

him.

Exhaustion washed over her as Brandon withdrew from her body. Eric grabbed her by the waist

and settled her beside him. She curled up on her side, her hands tucked under her cheek and she
sighed. Sleep. She needed to sleep. To mull over what just happened, the momentous declaration
she’d made to Brandon and the one he offered her in return. She needed to figure out her life, what she
should do next. She heard Brandon and Eric move about the bedroom, most likely removing condoms
and cleaning themselves up.

God, she didn’t care. All she wanted was sleep.
So she slept.

Chapter Thirteen

Two Months Later

“Is that the last box? Please tell me that’s the last box.” Alexa came out of the kitchen as Brandon

and Eric brought in a heavy box from the rental truck outside. The entire living room was filled with
boxes and a jumble of furniture.

Dismay filled her at the prospect of having to unpack everything. She hated moving with a fiery

passion. No wonder she didn’t do it very often.

But when Brandon had found the house on the market and told her the price, she couldn’t resist. She

also couldn’t resist the fact that Brandon actually wanted to buy a house with her. Start a life with her.

The glittering diamond ring on her finger also reiterated that fact. She smiled down at her hand,

still amazed he’d found such a gorgeous ring.

“You should take that off, Lexi,” he gently chastised. “What with everything going on.”
“I hate taking it off.” She went to him, smiling when he bent down and pressed a kiss to her pursed

lips. “I don’t want to.”

“You could damage it,” he pointed out.
“I doubt that.” She pushed away from him and flashed a smile in Eric’s direction. “You have been

such a help, Eric. Thanks so much.”

He shrugged and slipped his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, even looked a little bashful.

“Anything for you two. It’s never a problem.”

“But on a Saturday. I’m sure you had other plans.” She was fishing. She was always fishing for a

glimpse into his personal life because Eric held any and all information close to his chest.

It had never been quite the same between them since that one last night. Even though she’d wanted

to include Eric in their bedroom on occasion and even Brandon had been up for it, Eric had refused.
Said he didn’t want to find himself in it so deep he could never get out.

They couldn’t hold his feelings against him. Though she was always filled with a sliver of regret.
Did he hate them for leaving him in the cold? She really hoped not. Eric meant more to her than

almost anyone else in her life with the exception of Brandon.

“I’m going out later,” he said, purposely vague.
“Have a date?” she asked.
Eric smiled and shook his head, didn’t even bother to answer. He slowly backed up toward the

front door. “Is that all you need from me then? Anything else?”

“Want to unpack all the boxes for us?” Brandon asked hopefully, earning an emphatic “hell, no”

from Eric.

Alexa laughed and went to him, wrapping him in a quick hug. “Thank you so much, Eric. We

appreciate all your help.”

A shadow darkened his eyes, brief and then gone. “I know you do.”
With a little wave he was gone, walking across the street toward his parked car. Alexa watched

him go through the giant living room window, a melancholy filling her at the loss.

The loss of Eric from her life. Oh, he was present, but he really wasn’t there. He had closed

himself off so much she didn’t know what was going on in his life anymore.

How she hated that. She knew Brandon hated it too.

“Don’t get depressed,” he said, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. He settled his

chin on her shoulder and stared out the window too. “He’ll come around someday.”

“We hurt him and now we’re paying the price,” she murmured.
Brandon turned her around in his arms, his expression fierce. “We fell in love, Lexi. We can’t help

our feelings.”

“I know.” She sniffed, refusing to cry. Shot a tremulous smile up at Brandon instead. “We have a

lot of work ahead of us.”

“No shit,” he said with a soft laugh. “Wanna order pizza and start unpacking?”
“Sounds good. I’ll call it in and then start on the kitchen. The most important room in the house you

know,” she said. She withdrew from Brandon and started toward the cordless phone that sat on the
granite kitchen counter.

“I don’t know about that. I’ve always been partial to the bedroom,” he called from behind her.
Alexa glanced over her shoulder to see Brandon leering at her, his eyebrows raised. Shaking her

head, she laughed. “Pervert.”

“And you love it,” he countered.
“I love you,” she said.
And she did.

About the Author

After leaving the crazy working world to become a stay at home mom, Karen realized she needed

to get crackin’ and pursue her lifelong dream of being a published writer. A busy mother of three, she
fits her precious writing time in between chasing her children, hanging out with her wonderful
husband and pretending she has a maid. She lives in California.

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Under My Umbrella

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My Favorite Mistake

It’ll take more than a fire hose to cool down this attraction…

Under My Umbrella

© 2010 Karen Erickson

Fated, Book 1
Rain, rain, go away. That’s Jenna’s mantra as she suffers through yet another rain-soaked walk

home from work. At least the tight butt of the guy walking in front of her offers some distraction.
When he turns around and asks to share her umbrella, she realizes his front view is as smokin’ as the
back. What better way to get up close and personal with the object of her ogling?

Brett noticed his hot little neighbor weeks ago, but until now hadn’t worked up the nerve—or found

the opportunity—to approach her. Too many hours at the fire station has left him longing for
something more out of life. Like the company of a sweet, sexy woman. Maybe, if he’s lucky, kindling
a relationship.

Jenna surprises herself again when she offers to let him dry off in her apartment. One minute he’s

toweling off his hair, the next their chemistry explodes in the hottest sex either of them have ever
experienced. And suddenly they’re both wondering if he’s the match to her tinder, or if it’s too much,
too fast…

Enjoy the following excerpt for Under My Umbrella:

Brett stood the moment he saw Jenna enter the restaurant, taking a few short steps to reach her since

he waited in the lobby. He took her hands, unable to stop from planting a soft kiss to her upturned lips,
and she smiled when they parted.

“Glad to see you too, stranger,” she murmured.
The area was packed with people waiting for a table since the restaurant had been open only a few

short months and seemed popular. One of his buddies at the station had told him about the place,
raved on how good the food was. A steakhouse that also specialized in seafood, he figured it covered
a broad range to satisfy both himself and Jenna.

“You look…” His voice trailed off as he eyed her up and down. Her hair was loose, silky brown

waves tumbled just past her shoulders, and she wore some sort of clingy black dress that did amazing
things to her already bangin’ body.

“I look what?” she teased, her hazel eyes sparkling. She curled her arm around his, and he led her

over to lean against the wall together while they waited.

“Beautiful.” Hot, sexy and completely fuckable.
But Brett didn’t want this to be just about sex. He liked this woman. Wanted to see if they could

take this further.

“Thank you.” Pleasure lit her eyes, and he had the sudden urge to take her out of here. Take her

back to his place or hers, strip that sexy dress from her body and touch her. Lick her. Bury himself
inside her.

“Have you eaten here before?” Maybe if they talked about food it would distract him. Distract him

from her delicious scent, the brownish pink color of her lipstick—the sultry glow in her eyes.

“No, but I’ve heard it’s good.” Her gaze dropped to his mouth, lingered there and he wanted to

growl.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he admonished, his entire body tense. His cock throbbed beneath the

fly of his jeans.

It was going to be a long night.
“Look at you like what?” Her expression was pure innocence though he spotted the mischief in her

eyes.

“Like you want to kiss me,” he whispered close to her ear. A big mistake considering he could

inhale her delicious scent, felt the silky soft brush of her hair against his cheek.

“I do want to kiss you,” she whispered back, her hand touching him, resting lightly against his

chest. “I want to do a lot of things to you.”

Ah, God. He wasn’t hungry anymore, at least not for food. He wanted to get out of here. Couldn’t

stand the thought of making small talk and pretending to have an appetite during what would end up
being a two hour dinner.

More like two hours of torture. A torture he didn’t want to put himself through.
“You’re going to drive me crazy,” he admitted.
Her smile grew. “Then my plan is working.”
“You came here tonight with a plan?”
“Well, not really but just looking at you makes me wanna do…naughty things. To you,” she

confessed.

That was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. Hooking his arm tighter around hers he started for the

door, taking her with him. “Let’s go.”

“Wait a minute. You don’t want to have dinner?” She sounded truly shocked.
“Not with you looking at me like that and saying those things. Hell no. My apartment isn’t too far

from here. Wanna come over?”

“Brett!” She stopped just in front of the doorway, and he stopped as well, wondering at her

behavior. “We should at least have dinner first.”

He shrugged. “We’ll order a pizza after.”
She cocked a brow. “After what?”
“You know what.” He waggled his brows in return.
“You’re bad.” She gave a light slap to his shirtfront.
“And you like it.”
“You know it.” Jenna grinned.
“So is that a yes?” He was eager, ready for her to come to his place. His original plan to wine and

dine her, get to know her fell by the wayside.

All he could think about was Jenna. Naked and in his arms, lips pliant, her body open and ready for

him.

He shuddered in anticipation.
“Yes.” She leaned into him, pressed her soft, curvy body against his and he slid an arm around her

shoulders, hauling her close. “I should say no. I should play hard to get.”

“Thank God you’re not,” he muttered as he steered her toward where he parked his freshly fixed

pickup.

Jenna glanced up at him, a worried look on her pretty face. “Am I too easy?”
“Hell, no,” he growled. He didn’t want her thinking he found her easy, a quick lay—a woman he

could care less about.

Damn it, he liked her. He was going about this all wrong showing it since well, he was treating her

like a sex object but he couldn’t help himself. The attraction, the sexual heat between them was too
strong to deny.

“I don’t like playing games,” he said after a pause as he led them into a city parking lot. “I’d rather

we be honest with each other than you playing coy and me chasing after you. If you want me, you tell
me.”

“I want you,” she admitted, her voice low.

Scrumptious as a cherry peach parfait…or a sinfully kinky foursome.

Truly Scrumptious

© 2010 R.G. Alexander

The popular cooking show, Brunch with Laura, is T.S. Larkin’s brainchild. Rather, it was. Because

her boss couldn’t keep it in his pants, Truly’s unemployed and not sure what to do with herself. When
a juicy tip leads her to the best-kept secret in Denver—three mouthwatering chefs whose restaurant
image needs a makeover—her PR instincts start tingling. And her imagination simmers with private
fantasies.

Ever since the last woman he, Clay and Louis shared nearly ruined everything, Nate has worked

hard to get things back in order. Truly’s ideas could rescue their business, but her non-stop curves,
luscious lips and cherry-on-top hair are a sure-fire recipe for another disaster.

But when the ingredients are right, the reaction is inevitable. A kiss in the walk-in explodes into a

wild night of indulging Truly’s every sweet and spicy whim. She is the missing ingredient for the
perfect foursome. Except Nate is suddenly not so sure he’s willing to let the others lick the spoon,
much less share.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Truly Scrumptious:

She popped one of Louis’s appetizers in her mouth, the crisp skin of the shrimp, the tender center

and the sweet and spicy lime and passion fruit sauce reminding her instantly of her carnal shower
fantasies. Food was powerful. Sensual. Louis had been right. She picked up another, her lids
lowering as she let all her taste buds savor the flavor.

Her lashes fluttered up when she noticed the heavy silence in the room. She looked up, feeling the

warm sauce coating her lower lip and licking at it with her tongue.

They were staring at her. All of them. She rubbed her chin. Was she covered in sauce? Did she

have something in her teeth? “What?”

Clay was the first to speak. “We’re just glad you like it.”
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. Louis began to chew again, his cheeks darkening as though he

were blushing, and Nate…Well, Nate looked the same as he always did. Intense.

“Try a bite of this.” Nate held up a forkful of the main course, the fish perfectly cooked, the aroma

heavenly.

Still, she hesitated. Maybe it was just to watch his jaw clench. Some masochistic part of her

enjoyed challenging him. Sparring.

He shook his head. “I can out-stubborn you, Truly, and you know it. Now, be a good girl and open

your mouth. Or I may have to spank you.”

She opened her mouth, chewing automatically, tasting nothing. She knew her eyes were wide, knew

her cheeks were heating. Spank her. He may have to spank her. She couldn’t get the words, or the
images they immediately created out of her head.

And he knew it.
The fork clattered to his plate. “We heard your old boss harassed you. That when you wouldn’t do

what he wanted, he had you fired.”

She choked on the last bit of fish and watched Clay groan, burying his face in his hands. She could

have sworn she heard him mumble, “Way to break the mood, buddy.” But maybe that was just wishful

thinking on her part.

“I may really fire Robert now.” The three men looked at her, indignant on her behalf, and she

sighed. “It wasn’t me. He didn’t harass me. Not that way. There was an intern and, well, I just helped
her escape the situation intact. Clive Garret would never, in a million years, hit on someone like me.”

Louis turned in his chair. “Someone like you?”
She rolled her eyes and stood up, gesturing to her body, currently encased in a baggy T-shirt and

long brown broom skirt. “I don’t think I have to spell it out, guys. His tastes aren’t all that unusual. He
likes a little less cushion. A little more sex appeal. But that’s ancient history. I’m working for myself,
and I have three fantastic clients. So everything turned out all right in the end.”

“Clay, Lou, go and wait in the other room. Truly and I will clean up these dishes.”
Nate’s deep voice was commanding. Clay looked like he wanted to argue, but Louis wrapped an

arm around his shoulder and guided him out the door. Truly watched them disappear into the living
room, and turned back to Nate, her brow furrowed.

He shook his head, gathering up the plates and dumping them into the sink loudly. She picked up her

plate, gazing with longing at Clay’s dessert, and joined him at the counter.

She turned to gather up the dirty pots and pans, but Nate was too fast for her. He stepped closer, his

body flush against hers and his thickly muscled arms blocking her in on both sides. He turned on the
water behind her, adding dishwashing liquid before catching her eye.

His voice was rough, almost a growl. “We’ll get to the someone like you comment in a minute.

First, I want you to know that I’m glad that jackass didn’t touch you. I’m not a violent man by nature,
but when I thought he’d tried to force himself on you…” He closed his eyes for a moment, and Truly
found herself fascinated by the sooty shadow of his long lashes. No man should have lashes like that.

She was so lost in her study that she didn’t think of holding back her question. “Why do you care,

Nate? Why did you want to know?”

His lids lifted and from this close she could see that his chocolate-colored irises were flecked with

bits of amber. God, she wished he would kiss her.

“I wanted to know because I needed to be sure. Sure that you didn’t need time to heal. That I didn’t

have to punch his face in. Or wait.”

Her breath was ripped out of her lungs. “Wait for what?”
He narrowed his gaze, and Truly found herself whipped around until she was facing the sink, the

warm stream of water filling the room with the fragrant aroma of the lavender dish soap foaming over
the plates. He turned off the water before it could overflow.

“Nate, what are we—?”
He shushed her. “Now who’s impatient?” Nate pressed his hips against her back, and she gasped,

the heat from his erection burning her through her cotton skirt. He slid his hands down her bare arms,
and she shivered, watching as his fingers intertwined with hers and disappeared beneath the bubbles.

As he caressed her palms and wrists, he pressed his lips against her temple. “We’re supposed to

be doing the dishes, aren’t we? But all I can think about is how soft your lips were this morning, and
how much I want to taste your bare nipples under my tongue.”

His hands lifted from hers and cupped her breasts, soaking her T-shirt. “Damn. I’ve gotten you all

wet. Now we have to take your top off.”

Truly was in a daze, allowing him to raise her arms above her head and remove her shirt. He had

gotten her wet, and it was more than just her white lace bra, now transparent and clinging to her skin.

She looked down at her breasts, never willing to stay confined for long, and noticed they were
swelling above the cups. Begging for attention. The dirty little harlots.

Three lovers. Two days. One bed…

One Weekend

© 2010 Sasha White

What red-blooded woman wouldn’t revel in the attentions of a good-looking, athletic boyfriend

who’s secure enough to encourage her most adventurous appetites?

One of the worst heat waves in memory has hit town, and by Friday Angie is ready to really let

loose. Craig and his best friend, Mark, are chilling on the patio with cold beer when she gets home
from work, and the three get comfortable. As the night moves on and the talk turns to sex, Angie longs
for more than just cool air on her bare skin.

And the heat’s making her just crazy enough to go for it…

Enjoy the following excerpt for One Weekend:

“Oh my God. You didn’t!”
Twilight had turned the sky into a wash of red purple and orange, but the temperature hadn’t

dropped more than three or four degrees, so we were still out on the balcony. Our chairs circled the
small glass table littered with empty pizza boxes and beer bottles, and we all had a nice buzz going.
Against both Rick and Mark’s objections I’d wrapped a cotton sarong around my body when I’d
gotten up to pay the pizza delivery guy, and kept it on while we ate. Despite my adding a layer—
albeit a thin one—of clothing, our conversation was once again in dangerously erotic territory. For
the past three hours no matter what we talked about, the conversation always worked its way back to
sex. It was like the three of us were bonded by one great big horny mind.

“Why not?” Mark asked with mock innocence. “The guy wanted to suck dick, and I enjoy being

sucked. We both got what we wanted.”

“But you never even saw him. You have no idea who it was!”
The men shared a laugh, and Rick grinned. “That’s the point of a glory hole, babe.”
A glory hole. A hole in the wall in the bathroom of some club that guys could stick their dick in and

get it sucked by some nameless faceless person on the other side of the wall. My mind was thinking,
how stupid is that? But there was no denying the arousal curling in my belly and the slick building
between my thighs. How sexy would it be to suck a complete stranger off? STD’s aside, the idea was
dirty and dangerous, and it got me hot in all the right ways.

As if he could read my mind Rick stared at me intensely. Then his left eye blinked slow and

seductively. It was a small and simple gesture, no leer, no smile, just a wink that said he knew what
the sex talk was doing to me. The man knew that behind the logical straight-laced accountant was a
girl who secretly loved the raw and raunchy.

Speaking of which… “How do you know for sure it was a him?”
“Easy.” Mark shrugged. “Men do it different.”
“And you know this how?”
“Because I’ve had both. If a guy is sucking your dick, he’s doing it because he enjoys it and it

shows. Most of the time when a girl is doing it, she’s doing it to either get something from you or
because you’ve begged. They’re not exactly enthusiastic.”

The mind boggled. What to tackle first? The fact that Mark, a guy so unrelentingly male, had been

sexual with other guys before. How many and just how sexual? Had they all been nameless, faceless

glory-hole types or perhaps there was something I didn’t know about our friend? Then there was the
fact that some women give head because they enjoy it.

Before I could decide which direction to take the conversation, Mark did it for me by smirking at

Rick and saying, “I don’t understand why women hate to give head so much.”

I tried to sound casual. “Not all women hate it.”
Mark snorted into his beer, but Rick nodded. “She’s right.”
As if neither of us had spoken, Mark continued on. “And what’s even stranger is that women don’t

like getting it either. I love eating a woman until she’s come a couple of times. Then her pussy is all
juicy and wet and delicious, but that embarrasses them. Commercialism has women so convinced men
don’t like the smell of a cunt that they only let you get down there and have a couple of licks before
they pull you up by the hair. It’s been so long since I’ve had more than a tease I can’t even remember
what a woman tastes like. Guys like to know when a woman’s turned on and the juice tells us that. It’s
hot.” Mark glared at me shaking his head. “I just don’t get your kind.”

“Not all women are like that,” I said again. “Some of us actually enjoy oral sex. Giving and

receiving.”

“Like Angie,” Rick said, waving the hand with his beer in it in my direction. “I can tie her to the

bed and eat her over and over until she screams, and then she thanks me for it.”

Mark’s eyebrows shot north, hiding under his shaggy bangs. “Really?”
“Oh yeah, and sometimes I think she prefers sucking me to fucking me.”
Both men looked at me and a heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment crept up my neck and

into my cheeks.

“Reeaaally,” Mark repeated, drawing the word out and smiling at me. “I’ve always known a bad

girl lurked beneath those sexy secretary outfits you wear, but this is even hotter than your ability to
slam tequila with the boys.”

Choosing to ignore Mark’s bad girl comments, I addressed Rick’s. “It’s not that I don’t love the

way you love me, babe, but yeah, I have to admit there are times when I get off more on giving you
pleasure than receiving it.”

Rick’s dark eyes gleamed. “C’mon, Ange, be honest. There’s more to it than giving me pleasure.”
Blame it on the sweltering summer heat, the sexual tension that had been building ever since I’d

sauntered out onto the deck in my underwear, or the tequila, but I couldn’t help myself. Sitting around
with two hot and tempting men talking about sex for three hours had loosened my tongue and primed
my pussy. The naughty devil that had perched on my shoulder all night jumped up and ran away with
my tongue.

“I love to suck dick,” I admitted bluntly. “I love the feel of a man’s cock in my mouth. The totally

male musky flavor, the sounds a man makes when he’s on the edge, the hot throbbing against my
tongue as his cock gets bigger and harder and come starts to leak out the tip. I love it. I love it all.”

Lust was stamped clearly on Mark’s face. “Damn, Rick. You’re one lucky bastard.”
“If Rick said it was okay, I’d tell you to come see me the next time you want your cock sucked,” I

continued rashly. “I’d show you a woman could enjoy it. I bet I’d give you the best head you ever had,
better than any man or woman has ever given you.”

Both men stared at me, mouths open in surprise. By the time my brain caught up with my mouth

Rick had that look in his eyes. The look that said “I double dog dare you”.

Unlike most men, Rick wasn’t pissed off by what I’d said. Oh no, instead of getting all bent out

of shape, my man was…aroused.

Sure enough, he quirked an eyebrow at me. “Go for it.”

Scandalous

Karen Erickson

She always got anything she wanted…

Playing with Fire 3
A teenage crush on her big brother’s boyfriend. It was one of the few times in her spoiled-little-

sister life that Alexa had to swallow the word “no”. She got over it, or she thought she had—until her
brother’s wedding brings Eric back into her life, as flirty and fun as ever. It never mattered to her that
he’s gay. Attraction is attraction.

One illicit kiss, and their reconnection blows her mind and rekindles girlish hopes. Then he sets

her away from him and runs like hell.

Eric can’t believe that a woman’s touch arouses him. Not just any woman, but sweet Alexa, and he

can’t help but want more. Desperate to come clean, he confesses all to his steady boyfriend, Brandon,
expecting anger. But Brandon’s intrigued. He wants to meet the woman who’s tied Eric up in knots.
With luck, maybe she’ll relight the spark between them.

Alexa may have lost her chance with Eric, but the consolation prize—a fling with him and

Brandon, is too tempting to resist. She never expected to love both men, or to secretly yearn to belong
to the one who commands her body like no other…

Warning: Contains m/m sex, m/f/m sex, three people confused and in love, a little bit of

punishment, a lot of dirty talk and a lot of naughty sex.

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