Kiss Me Twice Part 2 (Three Little Words)

by Lauren Hawkeye

  Mal and I both stilled, staring at each other with wide eyes when we heard the distinctive sound of liquid being poured, then rubbed.

  Craning my neck, I saw Dorian with a handful of lube, rubbing it up and down his cock. And it was fucking hot. But surely he wasn’t planning to do that on Mal’s first night?

  “Dorian. I... I don’t know if...” Above me, my more serious lover turned fifty shades of pale as he tried to spit out what he wanted to say—namely, that he wasn’t at all sure that right now, his first time really with another man, had prepared him to be penetrated by another man.

  “Do you trust me?” Dorian asked, and as though we were puppets on strings, Mal and I both nodded—neither of us had to think about it.

  “Then relax. I’m going to own both of these beautiful asses sometime very soon. But neither of you are ready for that tonight.”

  Mal did relax, melting against me, only to freeze again when Dorian pressed up against him.

  Oh my God. I would have given my soul to be able to see—Dorian’s hard cock, glistening with lube, pressed up against Mal’s spine. Their hips flush. All those lean male planes and angles.

  “Don’t neglect our girl.” Dorian spoke hoarsely, then pressed forward with his hips. Just like with the spanks, the pressure pushed Mal deeply inside of me, a chain reaction of pleasure that, combined with the knowledge that we were all finally together, really together, had me clamoring towards the cliff, heading straight for a free fall.

  “Oh my God. Harder. More. All. I want it all.” My words faded to indecipherable demands as pressure worked on my clit, again and again. I no longer knew who I was begging—either of them, or both. We rocked together, three pieces of one whole, Dorian sliding slickly against Mal, Mal fucking me so hard I nearly saw stars. Heat sealed us all together, the heat we created together, and I was so close, so close, and the harsh rasp of male breath told me that they were too, that we were all going to go over together.

  I closed my eyes when someone’s hands found my nipples and roughly tugged the gold rings off. I wanted to hold back so that we could all lose ourselves as one, but the sensation of nerve endings that had been teased for two weeks sizzling to life was too much. I came with a scream, clutching Mal to me, rubbing my nipples against his chest, clenching around his cock, which in turn had him burying his head into the pillow beside me as he filled me once, twice, three times. And when my hands slid limply down the broad planes of his back to link with Dorian’s, liquid heat spread over my fingers, and when I circled the head of his cock with one hand, he pushed against it, against Mal’s spine, and shuddered one final time.

  I think I slept, or maybe I just passed out, but when I came to, it was dark outside, and I was trapped full length between those two hard male bodies. I waited for the fear to come, the sensation that this was too good to last.

  It never happened. Instead, as I burrowed into the space between them, I felt calmer than I ever had before.

  Trapped between them, it was too hot. And there were wet spots on the sheets, and all three of us were sticky.

  But when Mal pressed a kiss to my forehead, and Dorian wrapped an arm around me from behind, I knew that I would fight to keep what we had.

  Because I finally, finally understood something that it had taken me my entire life to learn.

  It was important to be able to take care of yourself. But sometimes it was awfully nice to let someone else share the burden and know that you weren’t alone.

  Epilogue

  ADELE

  “Oh God.”

  People. There were so many people, all packed into the stands of the roller rink, filling the air with the noise of their very presence.

  And in approximately thirty seconds all of those eyes would be on me.

  FML.

  But not actually. This was good for me, forcing myself to be around crowds again. While to me this smacked of throwing someone in the water to teach them how to swim, I was counting it a win, because even a month ago, being in a building with this many people would have sent me scurrying back to my little cave.

  “And look at me now.” I was dressed in full on sexy derby girl wear—ripped fishnets and spandex short shorts and a purple leather bustier. Which was probably not something I could have worn were I actually at practice or anything, but I had to admit, it completed the look.

  It also left my arms and upper back completely bare, showing off every one of my tattoos. My hair had been pulled high in a playgirl style ponytail to emphasize this fact, and the newly soft pink strands swung as I moved.

  Looking like this, there was no way to hide, and that was the point—I was taking my power back.

  Looking across the rink to where the band was set up, I caught Dorian’s eye and he winked at me. He was dressed in studded leather boots, low slung, destroyed jeans and a smile, and looked ready to take on the world with Three Little Words’ first music video.

  He hadn’t even been the one to cast me. That had been his manager, Chris, with whom I got along surprisingly well, given my normally prickly demeanor.

  “And take one, action!” The director snapped her clapboard together, and the music started. This was my cue to push off from the side entrance and start circling the rink, slowly at first, then faster and faster until I stumbled and fell right into Dorian’s arms at the end of the song.

  Slowly I stepped onto the rink, savouring the familiar sensation of wheels beneath my feet. The bright lights blinded me for a moment, but after blinking a few times I was able to make out Meg, seated in the front row—she’d been over the moon to be cast as an extra. Beside her sat the crew of geriatric coffee addicts from Java the Hut, scowling at all the fuss but, I knew, only because the director had told them to keep acting surly.

  There, sitting right behind the band, was Mal. His eyes were on me as I stepped into the light, and the grin on his face told me just how proud he was of me.

  I couldn’t see it, because it was hidden beneath the sleeves of his T-shirt, but knowing that he had a brand new Celtic trinity knot tattoo on his chest gave me strength. As did Dorian, which I could see, inked right over his heart.

  Mine was on display too, the blue ink vivid on the pale skin of my left breast. Was it stupid, getting matching tattoos when so many odds were against us? Probably.

  As I glided forward slowly, starting my slow dance around the rink, I couldn’t help but grin, because really? I just didn’t care.

  I grinned even harder when, the camera panning away from him for a minute, Dorian stepped back from the mic, whipped around and planted a hard, wet kiss on Mal.

  I picked up the pace as I rounded the first corner, and when the crowd cheered, I felt the bonds that had been holding so tightly inside of me shatter, releasing me entirely. In that moment I knew that we would work it out, somehow, some way. Life was too short to dwell on the past or fret over what could be in the future.

  So with the present held tightly in my grasp, I picked up the pace yet again and did what I’d once thought I’d never be able to do

  I let myself fly.

  Thank you so much for following Adele, Mal and Dorian’s journey.

  I hope you’ll check out my upcoming series, Dirty Filthy Boys Club, launching in the New Year!

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  Other books by Lauren Hawkeye

  Upcoming

  Untouched

  Master of Pleasure

  New adult romance

  One Wild Ride (A Three Little Words novella)

  A Bride for a Billionaire

  Three Little Words

  Kiss Me Twice Part 1

  Spring Fling (with Julia Kent, Sara Fawkes and Cathryn Fox)

  Love Me For Me

  Love Me If You Dare

  Contemporary BDSM romance

  Linger

  Breathe

  Blush

  Surrender to Temptation

  Fling (With Sara Fawkes and Cathryn Fox)


  Historical romance

  Seduced by the Gladiator

  My Wicked Gladiators

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  About the Author

  Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson never imagined that she’d wind up telling stories for a living... though when she looks back, it’s easy to see that she’s the only one who is surprised. Always “the kid who read all the time”, Lauren made up stories about her favorite characters once she’d finished a book... and once spent an entire year narrating her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.

  Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada with her husband, toddler, pit bull and idiot cat, though they do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare time Lauren can be found knitting (her husband claims that her snobby yarn collection is exorbitant), reading anything she can get her hands on, or sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers!

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  Read on for an excerpt from Linger, the new novel

  from Lauren Hawkeye (writing as Lauren Jameson). Available now

  from Signet Eclipse, a division of Penguin Random House.

  Linger Excerpt

  Copyright 2014 by Lauren Hawkeye

  RT Book Reviews gave Lauren Jameson’s September book Linger a 4.5 star review, saying “Jameson’s third In Vino Veritas book is the kind of searing, emotionally wrenching story that fans have come to crave. She fearlessly explores every type of desire, as well as the deep scars and fears that drive her characters. Her honesty makes this story compelling on a number of levels. Not for the faint of heart, the journey of this submissive alpha and his wonderfully strong, devoted dominant- and their incredibly complex, redemptive bond- is one that readers will not soon forget.”

  “Steamy and daring with a sexy alpha hero to swoon over.”

  -New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Roni Loren

  “Lauren Jameson’s Linger teases and sizzles... [a] deeply satisfying read!”

  -New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Eden Bradley

  From the author of Breathe and Blush comes a blisteringly hot new novel about baring it all....

  On her last night in Nevada before embarking on a yearlong veterinary internship, Scarlett Malone is celebrating—and looking for one night of incredible pleasure. But the man who draws her eye is not her usual type: He’s a cowboy whose alpha-male tendencies tempt her beyond belief. Scarlett can’t understand why she wants this man and no one else, but she’s determined to entice him to submit....

  Dr. Logan Brody lives an isolated life in rural Montana, running a ranch and suppressing his submissive tendencies. Only on his occasional trips does he give into his hidden urges. He can’t deny his scorching attraction to Scarlett or that she makes him want more, but he never lets anyone break him down fully. He’s hers for one night and one night only.

  But when Scarlett shows up at Logan’s door as his intern for the year, he realizes that the walls around his heart are about to crumble—and that this sexy dominant woman has no intention of letting him keep control....

  ***

  Logan felt a wicked surge of excitement as the small Mistress planted herself in front of him, hands on her hips. Very sexy hips, he noted yet again, ones that flowed into a slender waist and the curves of full breasts. He’d felt a deep sense of satisfaction to find that she appeared every bit as interested in him as he was in her.

  Something in him again warned him to find a different partner for the evening, one who would be satisfied with administering a flogging, then sharing hard, impersonal sex.

  Every other part of him wanted the woman currently standing in front of him, though he knew somehow that she was going to push him further than he was comfortable. Just having met her had thinned the barriers he always kept in place.

  He hadn’t been in the club for very long, but he was already feeling the pain from being trapped in the crush of people. A scary looking Mistress—or Master, he wasn’t quite sure—had started bearing down on him at the same time as the tasty treat in front of him, and he’d felt as if the walls had been closing in on him, stealing away his air.

  But it was different with this one...

  An experienced submissive, he could tell that she was a fairly new Mistress. The nerves were there, in her eyes, around the corners of her mouth. Still, despite the sweet features of her face, dominance seemed to seep out of her very pores, an exotic perfume that caught his attention like a dog with a steak.

  And then there was that strange pull between them, the one that had snapped into place the second his arms had wrapped around her outside. The one that made every other dominant woman in the room seem dull and unappealing.

  It was an irresistible combination for a man who ran the show everywhere besides the bedroom.

  And he couldn’t ignore the fact that, since she’d introduced herself and glared at him with that bitchy expression that made his cock hard, he’d found it a little easier to breathe.

  “What’s the problem, sweetheart?” He grinned down at her, his expression deliberately cocky. He needed to keep his defenses up from the start around this one, to keep her from sneaking too far into his psyche.

  He waited to see if she would dismiss him immediately for his rudeness.

  She arched an eyebrow at his term but didn’t comment on it, which left him mildly disappointed. Instead she nodded at his feet, looking like nothing so much a wet dream of a stern schoolteacher.

  “Bottoms go barefoot in Veritas, sub. Remove the boots.”

  Her voice was whiskey smooth with an undercurrent of sin, at odds with the girl-next-door face. Logan found himself wanting to fall to his knees and obey, to please her, and despite how much he wanted her, the notion didn’t sit well with him.

  A mistress had to work much harder than saying a few words and looking pretty to earn that kind of response from him.

  He’d felt the punch of attraction when their eyes had first met, but now he was wary. What kind of hold did she have on him already, to make him want so badly to please her?

  Shaken by the notion, he grinned insolently and shook his head. “Make me, baby.”

  Logan watched as heat flickered in her eyes which, upon closer inspection, were stormy grey rather than the expected blue.

  He watched as she shrugged one shoulder, a simple gesture that was nevertheless full of innate grace.

  “We’ll do it the hard way, then.” So caught up in the siren’s song of her voice, Logan was caught off guard when the little minx kicked her leg up with the smooth flexibility of a trained dancer and pressed her sharp stiletto heel against the thin denim of his crotch.

  He froze when the perfectly positioned boot heel dug into the tender sac of his testicles, just enough to catch his attention.

  “No need to get nasty, sweetheart.” Though he wasn’t overly concerned that she was one of those mistresses who took joy in cock and ball torture, he was still uncomfortable enough from the feelings coursing through him to be a smartass.

  “Take off your boots.” Damn her, she looked completely calm and in control. Like she knew he would do as she said, simply because she had said it.

  Their little standoff had drawn an audience, too, and the press of bodies around them made his throat constrict with the beginnings of claustrophobia.

  “A hundred bucks on the little blonde.”

  Logan flicked his eyes around the gathered crowd to find the speaker and glowered w
hen he saw that it was Luca, the only acquaintance he had at In Vino Veritas. He would have snarled if Mistress S hadn’t chosen that moment to dig that stiletto in just a bit harder.

  “I warned you.” She shrugged and smiled at him, and the smile made Logan’s entire body clench with pure, undiluted need. She leaned forward, a calculated move, he knew, but still he found his attention caught on the creamy swells of her breasts, offered up as they were in the almost indecently low neckline of her black lace corset.

  He wanted to get his hands on those breasts more than he wanted his next breath.

  His attention was still caught on them when she lowered her leg, and he grinned as he hoped, prayed, that she would lean forward a bit more, just enough for him to see a hint of nipple that he knew would be rosy pink.

  “I’d still be happy to give you the ride of your life—” Logan’s words were cut off when the slender woman whirled behind him, her movements precise and controlled. He felt the sharp toes of her boots dig into the backs of his knees, and then he landed on his knees on the floor, his breath leaving his lungs in one uncomfortable jolt.

  “What the—” He threw his hands out in front of him to protect his face when she pushed him down further and straddled his hips backwards. Despite the surprise and the uncomfortable position, his cock pushed against the thin denim of his jeans as his body registered the heat of her naked legs, pressing tightly into his torso.

  Her ass was sweetly rounded and close enough to touch. Her skirt had ridden up when she moved, and he caught a hint of the sexy panties she wore beneath.

  With firm hands, Mistress S tugged off one of his well-worn cowboy boots, and then the other. His socks followed. Standing, she caught his eye as she very deliberately stuffed a sock inside each boot, then handed the pair off to Luca, to tuck out of reach behind the bar, he assumed.

  “What’s your name?” She asked, her voice steady, certain he would answer... and he did, though he hadn’t intended to.

  “Logan.” He could hear the wariness in his own voice, and rightly so—this woman was nothing like he’d expected.