Gage, Ronna - Three Hearts One Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Ronna Gage

  Jaxon led her back to the door of his apartment. “We’ll order Chinese.”

  “Sounds great.”

  Once inside from the prying eyes of God knew who, Jaxon literally pushed her to the wall. His huge muscular body firmly held her in place while his hands roamed every part of her body. “Your pussy was so hot I almost took you outside in plain sight.”

  Karma pushed his blazer over his shoulders. “Thank you for thinking of my reputation at least.”

  He assisted her in getting his shirt out of the waist of his jeans. “You’re welcome. My honor wouldn’t let me.” The shirt unbuttoned. He let it hang open to reveal fine blond hairs which covered a small patch of his chest. His blue eyes gazed over her body. “You have on too many clothes.” He undid the three buttons of her shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it toward the living room.

  Karma’s mind reeled with his quickness. “Shouldn’t we do this in the bedroom?”

  “Where’s your sense of adventure?” His lips kissed the skin of her cleavage and teased her farther down. In a matter of seconds, she was down to her bare skin with no recollection of how her body or mind felt about his abrupt manner. One moment she had on her bra, bottoms, and panties, the next she stood naked before him. Her last recollection was that kiss!

  “As you said before, three weeks is way too long. I refuse to wait one more minute.” In one swoop, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He sat her on the made-up bed, peeled his shirt off his shoulders—the most erotic thing Karma had seen in so long—and then in the fashion of a daytime actor’s disrobing, his long seductive fingers unfastened his jeans. The strong, thick skin of his cock bulged forth.

  “I love you. I need you and gotta have you,” he confessed boldly.

  She swallowed hard. “God in heaven, I love you.” He leaned her back onto the mattress.

  “How much do you love me?”

  “I will be happy to show you later. Right now, I need to take the edge off both of us.”

  Her bottom lip quivered at the statement. “Ho…how do you propose to take the edge off us?”

  He placed his hands on either side of her face. His body hovered above hers. Her breath caught in her throat. “I will start by kissing every inch of your body for one.” His lips trailed a line from her neck down to her pussy. “I will make you squirm until you can’t hold back any longer”—his tongue wet the delicate bud of her sex, and she bucked against him—“and you scream in the darkness.”

  The short pants of breath from her lips quickened until there was absolutely no sound coming from her at all. His tongue drew out the evidence of her need with each stroke while long fingers pumped in and out of her. The suckling noise filled the room, reverberating off the walls in repeated throes of passion. In a release so powerful, the room faded to black; her body shook; and true to his promise, she screamed his name in the dark.

  “Told ya you’d scream my name,” he teased. He rolled over, taking her with him and lifting her off the mattress. She came to stop astride his groin, his cock thick and straight to gain entry into her. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off you, let’s work on me.” Strong hands guided her to the right position, and then he eased her upper body down to impale her onto his throbbing cock. In a gasp of surprise, she felt every ridge of his cock inside her canal. “You’re hot and wet.” The eagerness in his eyes set another wave of wetness to her channel. “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?” She said nothing, but the way he talked to her did have an effect on her. No one had ever talked to her that way.

  “Let’s just say, there is no way in hell someone else could get away with it.” She eased herself up, feeling the swollen shaft from base to tip, the slight ridge of his penis’s head, and then she eased back down to feel it all the way down again. She sucked in a breath. Her sensitive flesh enjoyed the moment of friction between them. When her wetness coated him, her vigor grew in momentum, building to full throttle until the motion of their bodies clapped skin to skin. His hands grabbed her hips…hers grabbed her nipples…the humid air between them surrounded her. Sweat beaded off her face and slipped down her cheek to gather at the fine cleft in her lips. She licked the salty moisture. Her hands kneaded her breasts…her thumb and forefinger pinched at her nipples, and then in a thrust so hard and unexpected, Jaxon’s finger slid into her ass…and simultaneously, his cock hit that one spot inside her and broke the dam of orgasmic release. On a violent flood of arousal built by the two of them, her cum mingled with his. The two held one another until the currents subsided and the cognitive sense of reasoning returned.

  Jaxon heaved himself from the bed and turned on the soft light on the nightstand. “Are you still hungry?” he asked, looking down at her.

  “Yes, but not for food,” she purred, lifting her hands to him.

  He came to her, kissed her deeply, and stroked her pussy with his hand. “I intend to reclaim this…” He gave slight pressure to her sensitive bud. “…later. Right now, I have to eat.”

  “What do you suggest?”

  “I thought we could grab some sandwiches, burgers, anything fast.”

  “What about your interviews or the Chinese delivery?”

  He kissed her on the forehead and once more left the bed. “I think you’ve worn me out, not that I’m complaining. Besides, if they truly want to interview me, they can call my office. As for the Chinese, I’m not really in the mood for it.”

  She smiled. “Okay, give me a moment to get dressed.” She reached down to pick up her shirt. He grabbed it from her.

  “No, you stay naked. I will go down the street and pick up some burgers.” He turned toward the closet and grabbed a pair of jeans off the door and then pulled them on. Looking back in the closet, he grabbed a T-shirt, slid it on over his head, and looked back at her. “We’ll eat in the nude, and when we’re done I’ll have dessert.” He opened her legs and licked her fold. “What do you think about that idea?”

  Goose bumps invaded the underlying layer of her skin. Her breath caught at the touch of his lips on her swollen pussy and then at the removal of his heat. “Mr. Hollister, I have to admit that sitting around here in the nude waiting for you to come back and feed me is turning me on.”

  He cupped her face. “And that is just the beginning. I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.” Karma watched him leave the room. She listened for the sound of the door locking in the other room. She rolled over and sighed. “He can make me consider doing things that I never thought I’d do before in my life.” Suddenly a dreadful thought popped into her head. “Oh God, I think I’m falling in love with him, too. How can I be in love with two men?”

  Chapter Three

  Karma plopped down at Roxette’s dining room table, sighed in despair, and came close to tears.

  “What’s wrong with you?” she asked her concern evident at the display of near emotional breakdown.

  Karma took a second before she answered, unsure of how to break the subject she felt desperate to talk over with someone. “I’m in trouble!” she announced.

  Roxette looked at her wide-eyed. “You’re pregnant?” Her shifting body position indicated her regret for such an outburst.

  She sat back a little in an involuntary attempt to shield herself from the harsh sting of the question and the hurt caused by Roxette’s first impression and that it would go straight to that kind of problem. “No, I’m not pregnant.” Karma rolled her eyes. “Give me some credit at least.”

  Roxette sighed with obvious relief as her body relaxed its pose. “Whew! That was scary. Can you imagine not only what your brother would say, but your parents? I don’t even want to think about it.”

  “No shit!” Karma laughed in spite of herself. “I need you to be serious for a second. That’s why I came to you. I need your levelheaded insight and advice, not verbal lashings of a family member.”

  Roxette shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, go ahead. I’m all ears.”

  Karma narrowed her eyes
at Roxette’s choice of words. Long black hair pulled back from her face revealed the smallest ears she’d ever seen. In fact, she was almost jealous. “You know, I never really understood that phrase…in a physical sense that is,” she added before Roxette got the chance to explain.

  “You always do that,” Roxette accused.

  “Do what?” Karma defended.

  “Make jokes and puns when you are worried or nervous. Just tell me what your problem is so we can resolve it and go on with the next issue.”

  “I’m nervous, for one.”

  “About what?” Roxette took a sip of her iced tea.

  Karma got a sense of annoyance from Roxette’s new tone of voice and uppity posture. “Well, in truth I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

  Roxette barely got the swallow of tea down. “Ewww! Do I really want to hear this?” she asked.

  “Oh, shut up! Last night Dylan spent the night with me.”

  Roxette’s eyes narrowed. She put her hands up. Karma got the hint that her sister-in-law had a question. “Dylan? What happened to Jaxon?”

  Karma rolled her eyes and sighed in utter impatience. “Nothing. He spent the night before last with me.”

  Roxette’s blank look at Karma irritated her more. “What now?”

  Karmas asked.

  “I’m confused.”

  Karma leveled her with a glare. “Do you want to hear this or not?”

  Roxette turned her head. “Oh, sorry. Go ahead.”

  “If you haven’t figured it out yet. I’m seeing both of them.”

  Roxette sat quietly in the kitchen for half a second. She gazed at Karma with a tender voice she replied. “I’m going to say this in the most loving way possible,” she warned. Karma nodded. “Slut!” She charged the word like a weapon of destruction.

  Karma giggled. “Don’t hate me because I’m—”

  “Busy!” Roxette filled in for her.

  Karma glared at her for a second time. Didn’t intend that one. “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice,” Roxette teased at Karma’s heated stare. Both women burst out laughing.

  Karma massaged her temples with her fingers. “Stop. Be serious!” she moaned.

  “I’ll try.” Roxette giggled. “But this isn’t a very serious mood right now, regardless of the subject of conversation.”

  Karma stopped laughing and gained her composure. “As I said before, I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

  “Why? Were you up all night having sex?” she asked, stressing the word with a distorted, ugly facial expression.

  “No, we had an early night, if you must know. I was afraid.”

  “Of what?” Roxette leaned closer. “Afraid that the one-eyed monster would get you again?” she almost whispered.

  Karma chuckled. “I never fear him.”

  “So what kept you up all night?”

  “I was afraid I would talk in my sleep and call out Jaxon’s name while Dylan lay sleeping next to me.”

  Roxette nodded. “Yep, that would be tragic.”

  Karma brushed her hair out of her face with her hand. “I can’t keep this up. I’m confused about what to do and need to make it right.”

  “Other than having two lovers that sleep over occasionally, what is the problem that has you so perplexed?”

  “I think I love them both.”

  “Oh for God’s sakes, Karma! How in the hell do you fall in love with two men?”

  “I don’t know. It just happened really.”

  Roxette leaned her chin into her palm. “You can’t keep them both.”

  “But, both are so good to me…and for me.”

  “So which one do you get rid of in order to keep the other?”

  “The one I’m using, I guess.” Karma’s voice sounded with frustration and distress.

  “Who is that?”

  “The one I don’t love so much,” Karma’s meek voice confessed.

  “Dammit, Karma. You live up to your namesake, don’t you? You always take a chance to be different when you find the chance.”

  Karma dropped her head on the table and knocked it several times against the surface.

  Roxette placed her hand between Karma’s head and the table. “Now stop it before you wind up breaking my table. Chance will whip your ass.” Karma raised her head and groaned. “Okay, let’s start all over. Tell me about Dylan.”

  “Well, other than that he’s a crazy-sexy cowboy, he owns his own ranch outside of town and is two years older than I am.” And he makes me wet with each lopsided grin.

  “Any kids?”

  “Nope.” Karma thought for a second. “Well, none that I saw anyway.”

  Roxette shook her head. “I’m about to leave you to deal with this mess on your own.”

  Karma grabbed her best friend’s hand at the threat. “No, you can’t do that, Roxette. I need your help.”

  “Why? I didn’t get you into this jumbled relationship.”

  “Please! Help me,” Karma begged.

  Roxette paused, took two deep breaths, and relaxed. “Is Dylan divorced?”

  “No. He’s never been married. Came close once, but it didn’t work out. And with him being on the rodeo circuit, he felt the timing was wrong.”

  “What do you feel about him?”

  “I love him.” Karma let her mind drift off to relive the wonderful moments of ecstasy she spent with Dylan. The warmth of his broad chest crushed against hers when he held her tight. The strong biceps that carried her to the bedroom at night, how he gently laid her on the bed and the soft placement of his lips on hers, the heat of his kiss when he paved his way to her dripping pussy, and his nurturing spirit while he attended her sex.

  “Karma? Karma?” Roxette called her name. “Hello!” she snapped her fingers in front of Karma’s face.

  “Oh, sorry. What were you saying?”

  “I asked you about this Jaxon character.”

  “He is fantastic. I find that like Dylan, I can’t wait to see him. He and Dylan are so different.”

  “How?”

  “Well, Dylan does make good money owning his own ranch and on the rodeo circuit”—she chewed her bottom lip as she contemplated each—“but Jaxon is a responsible country boy with Southern gentleman values.”

  “Oh, someone like your brother,” Roxette added.

  Karma didn’t see the connection between Jaxon and her brother. She looked at Roxette to argue the difference, but then she saw the look in her sister-in-law’s eyes, the day-dreamy look of a woman in love. She sometimes found herself in that trance-like state when she thought of Jaxon and Dylan. “Maybe, but…I guess that is the way you’d see Chance.”

  “What else about Jaxon?”

  “He likes to try new things for the adventure of it. Let’s see. He looks for the positive in everything, which is rare for a litigator. He’s a new lawyer in a firm and….I could just go on and on.”

  “Very ambitious. And there is an old saying about Southern lawyers always being successful.” Roxette turned the glass of tea in her hand and watched Karma closely.

  “I suppose. I think both are successful in his own way.”

  “So if both men were standing on your porch, which one would you let in first?”

  “I don’t know,” Karma mumbled. “Why do I have to choose one at all? Why can’t they walk in together?”

  “They aren’t puppies or kittens someone dropped off at the clinic, Karma.”

  “I know that!”

  “You can’t adopt them and keep them all to yourself.”

  “I’m not stupid!” This talk wasn’t taking the exact turn Karma hoped when she arrived. She needed guidance, resolution.

  “I didn’t say you were, but you are talking like you want to have them both.”

  “What’s so wrong with that?”

  Roxette slapped the table. “You can’t have two loves in your life Why, hell, it isn’t natural.” She got up from the table, stalked to the kitchen and refilled her tea glass.<
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  “Who says?” Karma asked and followed her into the kitchen.

  “Everybody says!” Roxette informed her. “It has been that way since Adam and Eve, Romeo and Juliet…”

  “Romeo and Juliet are fabled characters. They don’t count,” Karma objected.

  “Your parents wouldn’t like it at all,” Roxette interjected.

  Karma whined, “I’m twenty-six years old. I haven’t needed my parent’s approval for a few years now.”

  “Maybe you should!”

  Both women turned to find Chance standing in the doorway that separated the garage from the kitchen.

  “Hi, honey,” Roxette greeted her husband. “How was your morning?”

  Chance walked the short distance to meet his wife. He looked down into her loving face. “It was all right. The client referral paid off. I now have two more golf courses to add to the list.”

  “Sounds like selling water and parts have become profitable for you guys. That’s great!” Karma said, excited for their up-and-coming irrigation company.

  Chance crossed the small room to the sink. “Thank you, little sister.” He turned on the faucet, pumped two shots of soap into his palm, and washed his hands. “Now, what is this business Mom and Dad wouldn’t like your involvement in?”

  “Oh, it’s nothing really.” She looked at Roxette. She would never put her in a position to lie on her behalf, especially to Chance. “Girl talk, mostly. Getting some ideas.”

  Chance maintained his stare on her, but she didn’t buckle under the pressure. “Uh-huh. You know, if you need me I’m here. As your older brother, I will state this once. You’d better not be doing anything illegal. I will come and kick your ass if you are.”

  Karma’s mouth gaped open at the accusation. “How can you say that to me? Not only am I a respected veterinarian, but a business professional in this community. I would never consider doing anything to destroy what I worked so hard to acquire.” She stepped forward, fuming with unspent irritation. “Plus, I’ve never given you or anyone else any reason to suspect.”

  “Stop!” He pointed a finger at her face. “You’re getting on my last nerve with your little soapbox speech. Take it however you like, but this is my only warning.”