“You’re gullible, too.”
“Grandmother.” Brianne barely held on to her patience. “I’m going to do this. I’ve already begun. It has nothing to do with you or the d’Aroths.”
Lady d’Aroth shook her head. “Gods, you’re stubborn. Like your mother. I can see you’re determined to change the laws—which I don’t think will work, by the way—but can’t you be a do-gooder from your own office? Why make a fool of yourself moving to Pas City?”
“To prove that there’s nothing wrong with living down there. That there’s nothing wrong with Shareem. If the spotlight will be on me, it will be on me living with them and sharing their lives, not hiding in my office signing papers.”
“Oh, Brianne, you are so young…”
“I’m not that young,” Brianne interrupted. “You were crusading for miners out in the canyons you were younger than I am now—enthusiastically. You took part in protests.”
“I remember,” she said crisply.
“And you were successful, as I mean to be. The d’Aroths caused the Shareem to live in misery, I think a d’Aroth should change that.”
Her grandmother leaned forward, as strong at eighty as she’d been at thirty. “You are a stubborn, foolish young woman, Brianne, and you do this without my blessing. When you fall on your face—and you will—I won’t catch you.”
“I don’t expect you to.”
Brianne feared she’d tremble and stammer when she faced her grandmother today, but to her surprise a strength rose in her to make her stand as strong and firm as Clothilde d’Aroth ever did. She was not asking her grandmother’s permission to begin the enterprise, she was warning her so Lady d’Aroth wouldn’t be taken by surprise when the reporters came calling.
Not that anything ever really surprised her grandmother.
“Now that I’ve told you,” Brianne said calmly. “I am going. I came also to say goodbye.”
“Good.” Clothilde gestured briskly at her desk. “I’m busy.”
Brianne gave her a nod. “As you wish. But please remind Dranis m’Aren that he can’t sue us for breach of contract because he never signed the engagement agreement. He had his lawyers fussing over the clauses so long that they never finished hammering out a draft.”
Her grandmother raised her head, her brows climbing. “Really? You made sure of that before you broke it off?”
“Of course I did. And my lawyers know it too.”
“I see.” Clothilde d’Aroth held her gaze, reassessing her. “Perhaps you are not such a feeble-wit after all.”
Brianne ducked her head. “Thank you, Grandmother,” she said, and departed.
* * * * *
Aiden and Ky lay tangled in sleep on the bed in Aiden’s room. They’d chosen to adjourn there because Aiden’s room was neatest—we can actually find the bed, Aiden had said.
When Ky stirred to wakefulness he found himself with his head on Aiden’s chest, Aiden’s blond hair tickling his cheek. Aiden snored. A soothing level one snore, but a snore nonetheless.
Ky yawned, wondering why he’d awakened, when he heard someone buzzing the front door. Not just buzzing it, leaning on the bell.
He nudged Aiden. “Someone’s at the door.”
Aiden broke his snore, mumbled and went back to sleep. Ky hauled himself from the bed, wrapped a sheet around his middle and made his way to the front room.
He opened the door to find Brianne standing there with about twenty suitcases and a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair behind her.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hello.” His gaze shifted to the man and he felt a bite of jealousy. “Who’s that?”
“Harbourgh, my bodyguard. I rented the empty apartment two doors down for him so he can keep reporters and crazies away from us.”
“Reporters and crazies?” Ky must still be asleep. Was Brianne really here, smelling so good, a mass of luggage around her?
“I’m afraid so. I’m a public person and what I’ve decided to do will attract attention. They’ll get tired of me before long, but until then we’ll need Harbourgh.”
Ky’s sheet slipped but he caught it before it bared more than one hip. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You asked me to stay. So here I am.”
Ky looked into beautiful brown eyes a man could drown in. He saw her determination, a strength that any level three Shareem could admire. Behind that, he sensed worry that they’d forgotten about their offer, that they hadn’t really wanted her, that they’d reject her.
As if he could ever send this woman from his side.
Ky hauled her against him for a kiss. He’d have dropped the sheet and screwed her right there if not for the Harbourgh person still in the doorway glaring at them.
Brianne clung to Ky, closing her eyes in relief. “Thank you.”
“I wasn’t going to push you away.” He kissed her again. “Welcome home.”
She stepped away and wiped her eyes. “Where’s Aiden?”
“Snoring. You’d think that with all the genetic engineering they’d come up with a snore-free Shareem.”
Brianne burst out laughing. Harbourgh, who probably never laughed, began dragging Brianne’s bags inside. Ky helped him, wondering where they were going to put all her stuff. They wasn’t exactly a lot of room here—when Ky traveled all he took was a toothbrush.
Harbourgh left for his quarters, after emphasizing to Brianne that she should call him any time—and I mean any time—she needed him. With a final warning glare at Ky, he departed.
“He’s just doing his job,” Brianne said. “He’s been guarding me forever and he doesn’t trust anyone. But he’ll ensure we have privacy.”
“Good.” Ky leaned down and danced his tongue over her lips, loving the taste of her. “We’ll need it.”
The door to Aiden’s room opened, and Aiden appeared, stark naked, in its frame. His blond hair was tousled, his eyes twinkled and his cock looked happy to see Brianne. He was the most gorgeous thing Ky had ever beheld.
“Hey, Brianne,” he said in his low Shareem voice. “We’re having sex. Want some?”
Ky dropped the sheet. He was erect and needy, his body heating, and Brianne’s scent and her nearness was driving him crazy.
Brianne laughed then screeched as Ky snatched her up over his shoulder. He ran past Aiden into the bedroom, grabbing Aiden’s cock on the way and hauling him in after them.
* * * * *
Ky couldn’t have been happier. He lay on Aiden’s bed, his thighs spread while Aiden lay between them and took Ky in his mouth. Brianne knelt above Ky and he busily delved his tongue deep into her.
Aiden had a masterful technique, using his lips and tongue and teeth to make Ky harder and harder, his balls rising tight. Aiden paused in his ministrations to slide a ring around Ky’s cock, not that he needed it to stand straight up. But he let Aiden play.
Brianne’s pussy was sweet. A narrow line of dark curls twisted against her opening, the result of the shaving at the level three haven. Ky dipped his tongue inside her opening, licking her honey, then tickled her clit, moving faster and faster until her hips rocked and sighs dragged from her mouth.
He knew how she felt. He rocked his own hips, up and up into Aiden’s talented mouth. His balls squeezed, knowing his come would release soon.
Ky and Brianne would climax, and then it would be Aiden’s turn for pleasure. Ky smiled as he kissed Brianne’s clit. He had plans for his friend, already imagining Aiden’s shouts of pleasure.
Ky was moaning now, his cock thrust hard into Aiden’s mouth. At the same time, Brianne screamed and writhed, almost crushing Ky, but hey, what a way to go.
In a few minutes they all lay breathless and panting on the bed, Brianne smiling, Ky impatient to move to the next thing.
“Fuck her,” he said to Aiden.
Aiden got to his knees. “Gladly.”
It was Aiden’s turn to be happy. He suckled Brianne’s full, lovely nipples before he laid her back with
a gentle hand and parted her legs. He slid his cock, slick with lube, into her pussy, closing his eyes when he felt her squeeze around him.
Tasting Ky had been heady. He knew Ky was trying to reward him for sucking him so good, but having Ky had been bliss. Not that he minded taking a reward.
“Get ready,” Ky said.
Aiden shivered in anticipation. He opened his eyes to find Brianne staring at him, worried, and he laughed and kissed her. “It’s fine.”
He felt Ky’s hand on his anal star, smearing it with lube, and then Ky’s huge cock pressing him.
He groaned in double pleasure as Ky stretched him and slid deliciously inside. Could life get any better? He began to stroke Brianne, lifting his body in and out, at the same time Ky began to stroke him.
The coming was the best in his life. And it won’t be the last time, he thought happily as they collapsed on each other again. We get to do this again, and again, and again…
Brianne too was perfectly happy. Aiden stretched out on his back and Ky helped lower Brianne onto Aiden’s waiting cock. Aiden moved beneath her, his large hands cupping her breasts.
Ky instructed her to lay down against Aiden then she felt his fingers on her anal star, cool with lube. She moved her hips at the sensation, causing Aiden to moan.
She was relaxed, limbs heavy from Aiden’s Shareem touch and voice, not to mention his huge staff inside her. Ky’s touch also soothed her, but made her muscles tighten in excitement.
“Shh,” Ky said. “You need to be calm, love.”
She tried to be calm, but what he did felt so good. Was that his finger sliding in?
It was. He worked her like that for a time, then used two fingers, then three. They wouldn’t let her come. Every time she got near, Aiden would slow down and run his hands over her body to calm her. She moaned in frustration, but at the same time knew they built her up for something even better.
Ky removed his fingers, then something blunt and very large pushed on her anal star. She froze a moment, but Aiden shushed her and Ky said, “It’s all right. It’s only me.”
And then he was inside her, sliding in, penetrating her so deep. She was filled full, Aiden in her quim, Ky in her ass.
“Gods.” She screamed, incoherent, as they both began to ride her, their cocks so close together inside her.
“I love you,” she said, her voice strangled.
“Love you too,” Aiden said. “Fuck.”
“Every day,” Ky said. “Every day, both of you. That’s how much I love you.”
“Ain’t he sweet?” Aiden asked, and then he came.
And then Brianne, and then Ky.
After that they lay together tangled and breathing hard and smiling, three as one, complete.
* * * * *
They went to Judith’s bar later that night, Brianne wanting to begin her Pas City life right away. She told the other two that they’d begin apartment hunting in the morning, because much as she loved them, she wanted her own room. One that wasn’t messy.
Aiden and Ky eyed each other in trepidation, but agreed that a bigger place would be good.
They didn’t reach the bar until well after midnight, and most of the patrons had gone. They entered to find only three occupants—Calder in the shadows, Braden in the light, Judith on Braden’s lap.
When the three walked in arm in arm with Brianne in the middle, Braden laughed. “Excellent. Now we can have a party.”
Aiden looked at Ky, a roguish twinkle in his eyes. “Should we?”
Ky shrugged. He slid away from Brianne and went to Aiden’s side. “They’ll have to find out sooner or later.”
“Find out what?” Judith asked. She looked happy enough perched on Braden’s lap, her foot busily twining his long legs.
For answer, Aiden slid his hand behind Ky’s neck, and the two Shareem shared a long and loving kiss.
“Shit,” Braden said. Calder took a calm sip of ale.
Judith smiled, positively delighted. Braden sat still, his blue eyes wide, his lips parted in shock. Brianne burst out laughing. “The look on your face…”
Braden forced his mouth closed and wiped a hand across it. “But I thought—you and them were a threesome.”
Ky eased away from the kiss, turned and licked the side of Brianne’s mouth. “We are. The best kind of threesome.”
Aiden chuckled. “We can have sex no matter who’s home.”
Judith slid from Braden’s lap, her slim hands going to her cheeks. “I think it’s wonderful. Braden, have you ever considered… Maybe you and Calder…and me…”
“No,” Calder grated. “Not Braden.”
Braden rolled his eyes. “Sheesh, I am so abused here.”
“It is wonderful,” Brianne said softly.
Ky slid his hand across her backside. “Maybe Braden is jealous.”
Aiden grinned, catching on. “Maybe he wants to take part.”
Braden’s eyes widened. “What?”
Ky and Aiden closed in on him, arms wide. Judith laughed and danced out of the way, ending up close to Brianne. “I adore those two,” she whispered. “I’m so glad you’ve made them happy.”
“Me too,” Brianne said, her heart full.
Then they laughed together as Braden tried to scramble back, still in his chair, screaming as Aiden and Ky bore him to the floor. They overturned the table in a wash of flailing Shareem limbs as Calder calmly reached out and rescued his glass of ale.
About the Author
Allyson James is yet one more name for a woman who has racked up four pseudonyms in the first two years of her career. She often cannot remember what her real name is and has to be tapped on the shoulder when spoken to.
Allyson began writing at age eight (a five-page story that actually contained goal, motivation, and conflict). She learned the trick of standing her math book up on her desk so she could write stories behind it. She wrote love stories before she knew what romances were, dreaming of the day when her books would appear at libraries and bookstores. At age thirty, she decided to stop dreaming and do it for real. She published the first short story she ever submitted in a national print magazine, which gave her the false illusion that getting published was easy.
After a long struggle and inevitable rejections, she at last sold a romance novel, then to her surprise several mystery novels, more romances, and erotic romances to Ellora’s Cave, and became a bestselling author. She writes under several pseudonyms, has been nominated for and won Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice awards, and has had starred reviews in Booklist and Top Pick reviews in Romantic Times.
Allyson met her soulmate in fencing class (the kind with swords, not posts-and-rails). She looked down the length of his long, throbbing rapier and fell madly in love.
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