by Vivian Arend
Jamie leaned over her to nuzzle at her neck, caging her on either side with his strong arms. “You’re a naughty girl.”
She reached down and pulled his shirt from his slacks. “You, Braden. Naked. Now.”
He stepped back and smirked as he stripped off his shirt. When he popped the button on his slacks Chelsea licked her lips. She’d had months to enjoy the contrasting beauty of her men. Jamie’s smooth, lean torso, Braden’s heavy muscles. The desire she felt for them both didn’t seem to diminish, only grow stronger, and with it her heart’s desire.
She was totally in love with them both.
Braden reached out and snagged Jamie’s wrists, pulling him close and taking over the job of removing his slacks. Braden peeled down the waistband of Jamie’s boxers and the evidence of his arousal sprang into view. Jamie hissed as Braden captured his erection in one hand and pumped lazily.
“Oh holy shit, that feels good.” Jamie thrust his hips forward, his abdomen muscles tight, eyes closed. Chelsea undid her own pants and slipped them off, covering her clit with her palm to stop the deafening sound of her pulse from disturbing them.
Braden fisted Jamie a few more times before releasing him and removing his own clothing. He shifted lower on the couch, his hips resting in the middle of the seat. His cock rose straight into the air and traces of familiar blue flitted around him.
“Come here,” Braden ordered, and Jamie laughed as he settled on top of Braden, his knees on either side of Braden’s thighs. The position brought their cocks into contact and Chelsea sighed with delight as Jamie leaned closer.
“Don’t you go getting bossy as well. Chelsea as a domme I’ll accept for tonight, but I’m not your bottom.” Jamie cupped Braden’s skull in both hands and took his lips with a consuming kiss.
Darkness and light. Raw power melded with passion. Their contrasting skin tones made it appear as if an angel made love with one of the fallen. Jamie’s blond hair fell across Braden in a curtain as she watched their tongues tangle. Braden used his teeth on Jamie’s neck, biting rougher than he’d ever treated Chelsea, and Jamie growled. He reached between their bodies and clasped their rigid cocks together between his palms.
They panted as they moved together, the air filling with the scent from their bodies, shimmering lights increasing. Jamie stroked their shafts, rough and quick, as Braden dropped his head back on the couch.
“So fucking good. Harder, Jamie, oh damn…yes.”
Chelsea stripped off her blouse and bra, letting the cool air in the room wash over her burning skin. The sights, the sounds, the smells—everything drove her own desire higher until she couldn’t wait any longer.
She slid down to the seat and joined the action, slipping her hands around their necks and accepting their kisses in turn. Sweet whispered words of desire and sensual caresses continued and blended together. Skin on skin, fingers exploring and stroking. Jamie leaned back far enough to pull her between them and suddenly she was sandwiched, intimately tight against Braden’s steel-hard cock. Moisture traced her belly. She lifted her hips to rub along him, trying to ease the ache in her clit, and the head of his erection breached her folds. One smooth motion buried him, filling her core.
“So God damn right.” Braden grasped her head and took her mouth with a heated kiss, making her shiver with the passion he shared. Behind her Jamie pressed his torso against her as he bit her shoulder.
“Can you take me too?” he asked and she moaned as she nodded. She wanted it all. He left them for a moment, returning with a tube of lubricant. Jamie touched her carefully, preparing her as Braden continued to thrust his cock upward. She thrilled as Braden suckled her breasts, nipping the peaks to hard points. Jamie eased a slippery finger, then two, into her ass, teasing the sensitive nerves of her anus until she couldn’t stand it.
“Now, take me,” she begged, pressing her hips back onto Jamie’s fingers as best she could while embedded on Braden’s cock.
Jamie rose behind her and together they held their breath until he’d pushed his way in, sliding tight against Braden until there was nothing but a thin barrier keeping them apart.
It wasn’t just about their bodies, oh-so-intimate as they moved within her. It wasn’t just the flares of St. Elmo’s fire swirling around their heads, caressing their skin. It was the words Braden whispered, the touch of Jamie’s hand over Braden’s jaw, the light of love shining in Braden’s eyes. The way they encouraged her to reach her peak, stroking and enticing until her climax enveloped her, rolling through her with undeniable power.
A force of nature taking her in its grasp.
It was the way they cherished her, and each other. She never wanted to be free.
Epilogue
Braden shook the water out of his eyes as he exited the ocean and jogged up the beach to the condo. If he hurried, he still should have time to grab a shower before meeting them at the airport.
Talking on the phone and emailing was for the birds.
Still, it had been better than nothing. Having both Jamie and Chelsea gone for the past four months helped him realize just how much they meant to him. The only thing that made it bearable was that Jamie and Chelsea would spend the summer with him before the two of them had to leave again. May to August—it wasn’t long enough, but he’d take every second he could get.
He sprinted up the stairs to the balcony of the condo. He’d gone for a swim to get the cobwebs out of his brain this morning. He was downright giddy with excitement.
They were coming home.
He stepped through the French doors and her scent hit him first. A sweet fragrance—honeysuckles or lilacs. Then he was slammed from the side as a pair of arms wrapped around him and Chelsea attached herself to him.
“Holy shit, you’re here.” He squeezed her tight, burying his face in her neck and taking in her perfume, letting it fill his head. “Oh God, I’ve missed you.”
He kissed her, soaking in her taste, tangling his fingers in her hair. Her lips were soft and flavored like heaven, and he could have stood there all morning. Dripping wet and breathing her air. They separated with reluctance, staring at each other. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Missed you too.” She hugged him, resting her head on his chest. Braden looked around. Jamie had to be there as well. Sure enough, the man stood by their side, wearing an ear-to-ear grin.
“I didn’t miss you at all,” Braden joked. “Bed hog.”
Jamie crushed Chelsea between them and offered his lips for a welcome-home kiss. Braden savored the contrast between his lovers’ touch, between their tastes.
They were home.
By the time they managed to peel themselves apart, Braden was nearly dry.
“Go take a shower and wash the salt off. We brought breakfast with us. I’ll get it ready.” Jamie disappeared into the kitchen area. Chelsea walked with Braden toward the bedroom.
“You excited to be back?” he asked her.
She nodded. “Boston was lovely, and my classes were fabulous. Still, I missed Jaffrey’s Cove, and I missed you. A lot.”
He tugged her into the bathroom with him. “Join me?”
She grinned. “Jamie will be pissed if you ruin his meal.”
“I need someone to scrub my back.”
“Right, like we aren’t going to be fooling around in three seconds flat if I get in that shower with you.”
He waggled his brows. “Nothing wrong with that picture.”
She slipped from his grasp and out the door. “I want you too, but first, breakfast.”
Braden sighed in frustration. Now that they were here, mundane things like showers were a waste of time. Although he liked that Chelsea stood up to him. He showered and dressed in record time, rushing toward the most amazing aroma from his kitchen.
The table was set with a feast. Cinnamon buns, sausages, a bowl full of scrambled eggs.
“Hot damn.” His stomach grumbled. Okay, maybe food first, then they could get to the welcome-home sex.
> Jamie passed him a coffee cup and nudged him with his hip toward the table. “Sit, we’ve got a ton to tell you.”
The three of them consumed the mountain of food while Chelsea shared about her classes. Jamie told stories about the students he’d taught. All the while Braden watched them carefully, soaking in their presence. They wouldn’t be around for long, and he didn’t want to spoil their time together longing for it to be different.
“You spoil me.” Braden laid a hand on Jamie’s shoulder, needing to touch, needing reassurance they really were there.
“I like cooking and it’s better than the frozen dinners you’ve been nuking for the past four months, isn’t it?”
Braden laughed. “Guilty as charged. I still want to know how a guy who grew up with maids and chefs taking care of him can cook so damn well.”
Jamie shrugged. “I’m a good learner. And there’s always something new to challenge me. Speaking of challenges…”
Chelsea and Jamie exchanged secretive glances and Braden couldn’t take it anymore.
“All right, enough. You two have teased and hinted the whole meal. Spill.”
“We’re moving home.” Chelsea beamed at him.
“What?”
Jamie leaned back in his chair. “Chelsea won’t be going back for the next semester.”
“You’re quitting?” Disappointment warred with excitement. He wanted her home, but he didn’t want her to give up on her dreams.
She rose from her chair and came to his side, resting her hand on his arm. “Not really.” Her smile grew larger. “I applied for special credit for the hours I’d put in at the museum here in Jaffrey’s Cove. The professor who checked my work was so impressed with the additions to the displays and media presentations I’d completed the past couple years, he marked and gave me credit for four full courses. I’m officially done my first year of studies in half a year’s time.”
“Holy crap.”
“It gets better. He’s fast-tracked me. Said I was one of his best students and since I seemed to work well with minimal supervision he set up at study-at-home program for me with him as a mentor. It won’t be the same degree as completing the university classes, but I’m good with that. Part of the reason I wanted to go away to college was to get out of Jaffrey’s Cove and see something of the world. I enjoyed my classes, but after living in the big city for the semester, I’ve had enough. The school wasn’t the be all and end all.”
Braden pulled her in for a giant bear hug. “I’m so proud of you. That’s incredible.”
“Plus…” Jamie rose as well and stood behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. “I got the contract with the Metropolitan Museum of Art.”
Braden grinned at him. They’d debated and researched for months, trying to find a job that would allow Jamie enough freedom to continue to use his skills and let him return to Jaffrey’s Cove on a regular basis. “Congratulations. You’re the new acquisitions director?”
“Associate. I’ll be working under the curator to authenticate pieces they are looking to acquire. The added bonus is that I get to take an assistant with me. I happen to know this fabulous woman who is very talented…”
Braden leaned back with a jerk. Did he mean? “You can hire Chelsea?”
“No reason why not. It’s very common for couples who are involved to partner up on work like this. Our fieldwork will also be more than sufficient to satisfy the assignments and research she still needs to complete.”
Chelsea grinned up at him. “We’ll be gone for a couple of weeks at a time, but home between assignments. It’s about the best situation we could possibly have asked for.”
Braden cupped her face in his hands and pressed their lips together. Every time they left it would tear a tiny piece of his heart away. But having Chelsea achieve her dreams was worth it. “You’ll get to see the world, baby.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I know. And I’ll be with Jamie, and you’ll be here when we return.”
He rested their foreheads together, breathing in the scent of her. It wouldn’t be a normal lifestyle, but it was perfect for the three of them. “I might just have to join you on a trip or two, you know, take my vacation time somewhere exotic.”
Jamie nodded. “Easily done and that would be fantastic.” He knelt, enclosing Chelsea in his embrace but adding Braden to the circle. “This isn’t about taking her away from you. I hope you know that.”
Braden stared at Jamie’s beautiful sea-colored eyes. Chelsea—he’d always loved and desired her. Jamie—the man had snuck into his heart and soul. “How can I not want her to achieve a dream she’s had forever? And knowing that you’re with her makes me even happier. In fact, I think you two should get married.”
“Married?” Chelsea squeaked.
Jamie nodded enthusiastically. “That’s an excellent idea. While we could simply live together, being married will make insurance and other things easier. Plus, my mother will finally get off my back.”
“Your family approves of her, don’t they?” Strange how he’d gone from being fiercely jealous at the thought of anyone with Chelsea but him, and now he couldn’t imagine life without Jamie in it as well.
“My family loves her. The hints my mother dropped the last time we went for dinner were startlingly blunt, even for her.”
“Guys…” Chelsea said.
“Well, that works well. You two get married, and we can move into the other apartment I own here in town. It’s a little larger, and no one would think anything of you renting a part of it for the times you are in town. The merfolk don’t give a shit, and the humans in town would think it’s a smart way to care for your possessions—having the sheriff as your landlord.”
“Guys…”
Jamie continued. “As long as you’re sure about it. I thought we could have another ceremony in front of Alexia, confirming that it’s actually the three of us—”
“Hello, there is another person involved in this conversation.” Chelsea pushed herself away and turned to glare at them, arms crossed in front of her.
Braden stared at Jamie in confusion for a minute. He’d missed something and hoped Jamie caught it.
“Chels?” Jamie stood. “Did you not want to get married?”
She sniffed. “No.”
Braden swore. “Why not?”
Chelsea lifted her chin. “Because you didn’t ask me.” She twirled on one heel and left them both, retreating to the back of the condo.
Braden dropped his head into his hands while Jamie snickered. They grinned at each other.
“You really okay with me marrying her?” Jamie asked.
“Definitely. Only it looks like we’re going to have some groveling to do first. Hey, that ceremony, the one in front of Alexia?” Braden grabbed Jamie and held him. “You and me are a part of it.”
“Chelsea’s the center.”
Braden nodded. “She always will be, but there’s no denying that you and I are connected as well.” He leaned over to kiss Jamie. They got lost in each other for a minute, Braden tugging Jamie closer until the heat of their bodies meshed together.
“Ahem.”
They broke apart to see Chelsea standing in the doorframe of the kitchen, naked as a jaybird. She lifted a brow before strutting away, the rounds of her ass swaying from side to side.
“I’m ready to grovel,” Jamie said.
“A very good idea. Let’s go grovel together.”
About the Author
Vivian Arend has hiked, biked, skied and paddled her way around most of North America and parts of Europe. Throughout all the wandering in the wilderness, stories have been planted and they are bursting out in vivid colour. Paranormal, twisted fairytales, red-hot contemporaries—the genres are all over.
Between times of living with no running water, she home schools her teenaged children and tries to keep up with her husband—the instigator of most of the wilderness adventures.
She loves to hear from readers: [email protected]. You
can also drop by www.vivianarend.com for more information on what is coming next.
Look for these titles by Vivian Arend
Now Available:
Granite Lake Wolves
Wolf Signs
Wolf Flight
Wolf Games
Forces of Nature
Tidal Wave
Turn It On
Stormchild
Coming Soon:
Wolf Tracks
Falling, Freestyle
Slippery when wet…
Tidal Wave
© 2009 Vivian Arend
Forces of Nature, Book 1
From her first kiss to her first sight of dolphins dancing on the waves, Alexia Colten has always held a special place in her heart for Jaffrey’s Cove. Now that she’s back to help her grandmother settle into a home, she discovers this place has lost none of its remembered magic. In fact, it seems more magical than before—and more erotic.
After she’s gifted with a beautiful, dolphin-etched medallion, she finds herself surrounded by the golden boys of summers past. Her body is filled with longings she can’t explain and dreams of blue lights that turn into lovers.
Joshua Marley and his cousin Anthony are merfolk, a people capable of living beneath the waves as either dolphin or human. Alexia holds the medallion that marks her as the next in line to lead their people—if she can prove she can transform. Working in tandem, they’re sure they can arouse her passion and protect her from those who would use her simply to gain power.
But their strength alone may not be enough to help her face the challenge of her new position…
Warning: This title contains a conniving granny, naked men in the surf and shifters who take fun in the water to new depths. Snorkels not required.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Tidal Wave:
Alexia wondered briefly what she was doing in Anthony’s arms while Joshua wandered the room behind them. It was so different from anything she’d experienced before, the need welling from deep within calling her to keep these two men at her side. More than called, demanded. She longed for Joshua, a heady all-out desire that shocked her to the core, but she wanted Anthony as well. Alexia had never been one to fool around indiscriminately, always keeping sex in the context of long-term relationships. But there was no denying the urges sweeping through her now, harder and hotter than she’d experienced before.