A Table for Three: New York, Book 1

by Lainey Reese

  Riley smiled, kissed her mother’s cheek and picked up her bouquet. “This is more than I wanted. More than I dreamed was even possible, and I’m going to be happy for the rest of my life.”

  “Are you ready, princess?” Riley’s dad was there, in his Hugo Boss tuxedo and pride gleaming from his eyes. He too, looked on the verge of tears. Riley hoped that her mascara was waterproof because she gave up the fight and let the tears fall.

  It had taken her parents a while to warm up to her men. Trevor and Cade had flown them in after the fiasco with Ann and put them up in the townhouse for a month. At first her father had been aloof and her mother downright snippy. But the guys wouldn’t be deterred and had systematically broken down their reserves. In the end it was the way they treated Riley that had won her parents over. It was obvious to anyone who spent more than an hour in their company that they were crazy about her and she them. Her parents had to concede that as long as they continued to treat her the way they were the three had their blessings.

  “Oh. Honey.” They looked over as Cade’s mother came into the room. “Don’t you look amazing.” Riley held out a hand to her. Cade and Trevor’s families had taken to her instantly, having long ago adjusted to the boys’ lifestyle. They knew that for them this was indeed a lifelong commitment and couldn’t be happier in the choice their sons had made.

  As for the legal stuff, that was handled already. After Brice had told the guys what he’d overheard, the men had been livid. They had also wanted to make sure that there wasn’t a doubt in anyone’s mind about what Riley’s place was in their lives. Especially hers. Each of them was now the beneficiary of the others. They had living wills that gave each other the rights and responsibilities that any spouse would have. Riley was even taking their names. She was now Riley Wellington-Marshall. Any children that they had would take the name of their biological father, and both of the men wanted children. When that time came, they would take measures to assure that they knew who was whose and that there wouldn’t be room for doubt or insecurities. The ceremony today was the culmination of what they had put in place. A public declaration of devotion for all who knew them to see.

  “I’m ready, Dad.” Riley absolutely glowed as she spoke those words, meaning them with every fiber of her being.

  Her father led her out to the gardens where flickering candles lined the path to the two handsomest men she had ever seen. They waited side by side in identical Valentino tuxedos, ready to make a vow before their entire families that they were taking her and only her to be their wife. ’Til death do them part. The ceremony would not be a legally binding one, but it would be binding nonetheless to them.

  That was all that mattered.

  About the Author

  Lainey lives in Lake Stevens, Washington with her husband, daughter, three cats, a dog, a fish and a bird. Lainey has dreamed of being a writer as far back as she can remember. Even when she dreamed of being an actress, in her dreams she was always starring in movies she wrote.

  The racy content of this book was a sticking point for her, she had originally set out to write a romance without sex scenes. Lainey quickly became frustrated. It was just not possible for her to create the level of passion and intimacy she wanted for her characters without the love scenes. So, Lainey, with the encouragement of her mother, gave in and decided to write without her steam filter on and see where it led. Lainey was more than a little shocked, and a whole lot pleased with the end result and hopes that the readers will be to.

  To learn more about Lainey, please visit www.laineyreese.com. Send an email to Lainey at lainey@laineyreese.com.

  Three men, a tomboy…and one erotic game that could change everything.

  Three for Me?

  © 2009 R. G. Alexander

  A Children of the Goddess Story

  Simon, Eric, Rafael, Lee…and Charli. It’s never mattered that Charli is the only girl in the crowd. She’s always been a tomboy, anyway. Just one of the guys.

  Between work and Couch Potato Thursdays, life is pretty full. Sure, no man alive can get through the friend gauntlet, but thanks to her boys and her toys, she’s got plenty of fantasy material. It’s a win-win situation. Until Lee has a destination wedding in Cozumel—and Charli’s “best man” duties take a kinky turn.

  Through what looks to be foul play by Lee’s new brides, Charli finds herself on a decidedly decadent shore excursion, playing “The Race Erotic”. With each sexy challenge, it becomes clearer that down deep, she desires not one, not two, but all three of her remaining single buddies.

  They’re the only family she’s ever known. She can’t imagine living without them. Will she have to choose? Or will the final score be three to one?

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Three for Me?:

  “I wanted that outfit.” Natalie glared at her, looking intimidating in a leopard print body stocking.

  “I’m sorry?”

  Shelly came and got between them. “Nat, you know you don’t get to choose your outfits. Besides, you’ve already been the naughty schoolgirl several times now. Give someone else a chance.”

  Naughty schoolgirl. Charli covered her face with her hands, peeking at herself in the mirror through her spread fingers. She’d had her hair put in pigtails. She hadn’t worn pigtails since she was nine.

  The little Mary Janes and thigh-high white stockings were bad enough. The plaid skirt was so short she could see her clingy white underwear that had, thankfully, been in a store-bought package beside the ensemble. But it was the shirt, most of all that was giving her fits.

  Button-down and white, it stopped right beneath her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Already so thin they could see the shadow of her areoles. Shelly and the other woman had patted her with a damp cloth, making it entirely see through. She’d never be able to face the boys again.

  “Don’t be nervous. It’s just two songs. And it’s pretty dark in there. The game rents the upstairs club for as long as we’re here, so no one but the other racers will see you dance. And I’m pretty sure they’ll be too busy to look.”

  Charli was feeling a little warm. Maybe it was from the tequila, but she wasn’t necessarily afraid of this challenge. She was the lifelong friend of four very manly men. She’d been to a strip club before. And she did love to dance. If only she didn’t have to wear this humiliating outfit.

  She remembered what Connie had said about her having the body of a pole dancer. Had she known this would be one of the challenges? She was going to have a good long chat with Lee’s new wife when they got back.

  Shelly led them all to a curtained doorway. “Up those stairs you’ll find a main stage that will lead you to your individual walkways. Dance one entire song on that walkway for your men. When the next song starts, give him the lap dance of his dreams, and just be open to the pleasure. It’s a wonderful experience. The men know what they have to do to get the next clue, so go on and show them what you’ve got!”

  Shelly stopped Charli as the others went on ahead. “Your guys have already been told, but I wanted to let you know that you can only pick one to lap dance with, and the other men can watch, but they aren’t allowed to touch you until the song ends. Okay? Great!”

  She rushed off, clipboard in hand while Charli took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this? The music started, and she walked out onto the main stage. Of course she was. She never backed down from a bet.

  Charli strode to the rhythm of the beat, watching her counterparts do the Time with a smile. Dawn, despite her shyness, seemed determined to do this for Tim. And from the expression on his face, Charli could tell he appreciated it. She walked to the end of her walkway and placed her hands on her hips. “If any of you laugh at me, I’ll give you a wedgie. Or steal your lunch money.”

  “Charli?”

  “Dear God. And thank you. Amen.”

  “Fuck, Chuck. You look—”

  She lifted her chin threateningly, but Simon’s gaze was focused entirely on her breasts. He sighed. “Am
azing.”

  “Yeah?” She caught Shelly making a dancing motion and started to sway to the music. Eric, Raf and Simon were staring at her, looking dazed and totally enthralled. Heat pooled between her thighs. Being the focus of this kind of attention felt…well it felt great. Empowering. Something she could definitely get used to.

  There was a pole, and Charli had always wanted to try one. All those mountain-climbing muscles were put to good use as she leapt up onto the steel cylinder, using her thighs to cling, her arms spread out in a backward arch that gave her the perfect, upside-down view of her audience.

  “Sweet Jesus.”

  “Did you know she could do that?”

  Simon didn’t respond, barely took his blue eyes off her long enough to blink.

  Charli’s smile was wicked. She lifted herself up, sliding down the pole until she was on her knees on her walkway, crawling closer to the edge of the stage. “How are the others doing? Are we winning?”

  “Who knows? Who cares?” Eric’s cheeks were flushed, and Rafael looked over at him, before turning his attention back to Charli.

  “I forgot. You’re fulfilling Professor Eric’s favorite fantasy, sugar. He’s gonna have a hard time keeping his hands off you.”

  Charli stopped her forward motion, sitting up to rub her hands slowly over her damp shirt. Her nipples were hard. Sensitive. The three heartfelt groans made her chuckle. “What fantasy?”

  “Nothing.” Eric glared at Rafael, but Raf just smiled.

  “No use lying about it, friend. Eric used to tell us that his favorite fantasy was of you as one of his students. One of his bad students. Who needed to be punished.”

  Charli blinked. The gush of arousal dampened her white schoolgirl panties, and she slid her hand between her legs unconsciously.

  “She likes that idea, Eric.” Simon’s voice was rough, and she shivered as though he’d touched her skin. “She really likes it. Don’t you, Chuck?”

  She stuck out her tongue, but inside she was quaking. Images of her bent over Eric’s desk, being spanked, being fucked, filled her mind. She closed her eyes, arching her neck as her hand disappeared beneath her skirt.

  The music ended and Rafael made a sound of frustration. All three men shifted in their seats.

  “Time for the next round, ladies. You know what to do. You too, guys.” Shelly’s perky voice jerked Charli out of her fantasy, making her blush. The new music was slower, sultrier. Reminded her of sex. As if anything didn’t right now.

  “You have to pick one, babe. Have to pick one of us to dance for.”

  It wasn’t as difficult a choice as she thought. She’d been planning to pick him anyway, if only because she’d thought he was the least likely to tease her. But now. Now she wanted to choose him for an entirely different reason.

  “I choose Eric.”

  The girl can’t help herself…until she helps herself to a triple-hot fantasy.

  Tangled

  © 2010 Karen Erickson

  Playing With Fire, Book 1

  Always wanting what she can’t have. Scarlett learned this the hard way, and this time is no different. Drake, the one guy she’s hot for, isn’t hot for her. Nope, he’s hot for Trevor, the gorgeous, arrogant actor she works with. Maybe it’s time she let loose and let the right man capture her, for a change.

  Trevor wonders why she can’t see that the right man is right under her nose. He’s crushing big time on the quirky, sexually confident Scarlett—a huge turn-on for a guy who’s not your standard looking-for-vanilla-sex kind of guy.

  When an argument with Trevor explodes into the hottest sex of her life, Scarlett thinks nothing has ever felt so right—until Drake joins in and kicks it into white-hot gear. Trevor is astounded that she trusts him enough to make her three-way happen for her. But suddenly he’s not so sure he wants to share…

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Tangled:

  “What are you doing here?” She crossed her arms in front of her and tapped her foot, the pain shooting around her foot from the tight shoes. But she chose to ignore it, focused instead on taking the stern part of her costume to the fullest.

  Trevor’s stormy gray gaze assessed her from head to toe in a slow, lingering perusal that made her skin pebble with gooseflesh. As if he could see right through her clothing, through her entire façade and to the very core of her. All of her insecurities, her problems, her fears.

  She didn’t like it.

  “I could ask the same of you.” His rich, honeyed voice made ladies swoon on a daily basis. Not that she ever swooned. Not over Trevor Braxton, oh no. He was an actor. And she didn’t have very high esteem for most actors, having worked with them for so many years at the theatre.

  The fact that Trevor Braxton was one of the most conceited actors she’d ever met really didn’t help her feelings toward the breed whatsoever.

  “I come here on a semi-regular basis.” She lifted her chin, daring him to object or make fun. She wasn’t ashamed. She refused to be, especially in front of him. “Everyone knows that. Didn’t you?”

  “Actually I did.” He mimicked her position, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest. Biceps bulged beneath his dark button-up shirt straining the fabric. His strong forearms, dusted with golden brown hair, were revealed by the rolled-up sleeves. “I was hoping to run into you tonight.”

  Her mind blanked at his words. Huh. Why in the world did he want to run into her? He didn’t like her. Just as much as she didn’t like him.

  And yes indeed, she hated every blessed, muscular, sexy, handsome, velvety smooth bit of him too.

  “I hoped you could show me around. I’ve never been to one of these places before,” he continued.

  She snorted. She really couldn’t help herself. He’d never been to a sex club? Well, Tom’s was technically a voyeur’s club but hey close enough. All sorts of things were going on around them even as they spoke, every single one of them sexual in nature. The unmistakable scent of sex drifted on the air, faint but present. A couple walked by them, headed toward the door with satisfied expressions on their faces. The woman’s skirt was hiked up almost to her hips. Scarlett even caught sight of her white panties and the man’s ruffled hair—as if hands had clutched at his hair, tugging and pulling maybe while he knelt in front of the woman and licked between her legs.

  Damn. Yet again, her fertile imagination took over at the most inappropriate of times. She squeezed her legs together, the position made more awkward by the high heeled shoes. Trevor still stared at her as if he might be…interested. In her.

  No way.

  “You can’t be serious,” she finally said when she realized he was waiting for a reply.

  “Why not?” He shrugged, bringing her attention to his wide shoulders. Very capable looking shoulders. Shoulders a woman could anchor herself onto and never let go. All while she rode him, his thick cock pounding swift and sure within her wet, welcoming body…

  God.

  Scarlett’s skin flushed hot, and she brushed a few stray hairs away from her forehead with shaky fingers. The position stretched her shirt tight across her bosom, and she forgot how many buttons she’d undone on the starchy white shirt. Enough buttons to show acres of naked skin, the black swirling lace of her skimpy bra.

  His gaze locked right there, of course. Zoomed in on her cleavage, and she swore she saw a flash of appreciation in their brilliant depths.

  Damn him, he had beautiful eyes. Eyes that could make a woman melt, and a voice that could make a woman come. At the very least shiver with awareness and bring her nipples to hard, aching life.

  Yeah, she hated this guy. So very, very much.

  She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t remember what he’d said. He smiled, a one-sided curve of sensual lips that was loaded with all sorts of meaning.

  Sexual I-know-just-how-to-make-you-lose-your mind meaning.

  “Nice outfit,” he drawled, his gaze locked on her breasts. “Love the bra especially.”

  “I’m sure.”
She stood tall, though she wanted to cover herself. Or bare herself completely. Take your pick.

  “Kind of different from your usual look,” he continued. She glanced at him sharply, surprised that he’d even noticed. “Not that I don’t mind this particular outfit. You remind me of the librarian we had when I was in grade school. She was pretty. Hot. Young. I’d go in there and pretend to study after school just so I could sneak looks at her, maybe even talk to her.”

  Scarlett couldn’t imagine Trevor Braxton as a child. He’d probably been a handsome little devil full of deviousness. Tricks and trouble and mischief—she could only surmise the torture he’d put his parents through.

  “I’m sure you stood out. Someone like you hanging out in a library every day.”

  Trevor’s dark brows drew together, his expression confused. “Someone like me? What do you mean by that?”

  “Well, look at you.” She waved a hand at him, wondered if maybe she should’ve kept her mouth shut. “I’m sure you’ve never studied a day in your life. You got by on your good looks alone.”

  He laughed, the sound warm and…how could this be? Inviting?

  She really wanted to hate this man. But he made it hard. And that drove her nuts.

  “I was a big nerd in school,” he admitted once he quit laughing. “Dressed bad, funny looking, wore glasses, had braces. The works.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  One hot man is good. Two’s double the fun…until your heart gets involved.

  Tempt Me Twice

  © 2009 Eden Bradley

  Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since their college days. He’s never made a move on her, though, and at this point she values his friendship too much to risk revealing her feelings. Especially since now he has a new male lover and seems so happy.

  Paul and Noah have only Jessie’s rest and relaxation in mind when they invite her along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. She’s been pretty stressed out preparing to show her art at a major New York gallery. A weekend getaway will do her a world of good—and they won’t take no for an answer.