By the time they got back to his place her body was on fire, buzzing with possibilities. They pulled into the driveway and found another car already parked there, an old, hard-topped Porsche. Jared turned to smile at her.
“He’s here.”
She smiled back, nerves lighting up her skin, making her stomach flutter as Jared came around to help her from the big SUV, led her up the flagstone path to the front door, opened it.
He was sitting on one of the overstuffed chairs, his legs swung over one arm, an acoustic guitar in his hands. He was as beautiful as Jared told her he would be. Dark hair waving to his shoulders, his skin a gorgeous golden-brown. And his eyes were green, darker than her own, a deep shade of moss. Electric. He had his shirt off, and she could see that while he was more delicately built than Jared, he was still all muscle, long and lean. And his chest was perfectly smooth, his skin sleek, his nipples dark. He was smiling at them, his gaze assessing her.
Jared crossed the room in a few short strides, taking Leigh with him, her hand in his. He reached out and pulled Matteo to his feet, his arm wrapping around his neck to pull him in close. The two men kissed, and heat shot like lightning through Leigh’s body.
Jesus.
There was something almost terrifyingly erotic about those two masculine mouths meeting. She’d never seen anything like it, this intimate caress of lips between men, not this close up. Not with Jared holding onto her hand, as though she were a part of it.
They pulled apart, and Jared pulled Leigh closer.
“This is Matteo.”
“Hi, Matteo. It’s nice to meet you.”
Matteo was smiling at her, his teeth a brilliant white in his wide, lush mouth. He really was beautiful. He took her free hand in his, his long fingers wrapping around hers. His palm was warm, his fingertips calloused from playing guitar. She couldn’t help but imagine what those rough fingers would feel like on her skin…
“And you’re Leigh.” His accent was purely American, surprising her for some reason. “Jared told me his new neighbor was a beauty, but I had no idea…” He turned to glance at Jared. “I hope you weren’t planning on keeping her all to yourself.”
“That’s entirely up to her.”
Matteo’s smile widened into a grin as he turned back to her, and she went hot all over as he gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ll have to work hard to charm you then, Leigh.”
She smiled back. He was charming enough already. And she understood fully that the invitation was there, for them all to go to bed together. Would it be too much if she simply screamed yes?
“Can I get you two anything? A beer?”
“We just came from dinner and a few margaritas. Have you eaten?”
“I stopped on my way from the airport. I didn’t want to waste time eating once I got here. I have a new piece I’ve wanted to play for you. Do you mind, Leigh?”
“No, not at all. I’d love to hear you play. Jared says you play beautifully.”
“I hope you like it. Come, sit next to me.”
Matteo was still holding onto her hand. He pulled her down next to him on the dark leather sofa. Jared sat on her other side.
Matteo began to play, his fingers fluttering over the guitar strings, making them sigh. The tempo built, a lovely rhythm that was sensual, sexual somehow. He was watching them, Leigh and Jared both, his green eyes gleaming, some sort of challenge in them. Or was she imagining that? He could certainly play. The music was gorgeous, Spanish-style guitar mixed with a bit of Caribbean flavor. She turned to look at Jared, and his gaze was on Matteo, but quickly flicked to her. He smiled, his dimple flickering in his cheek, and he took her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb as they listened. The music, Jared’s touch, was sending heat spiraling into her system. And Matteo’s beautiful face, the intensity of his expression… What sort of lover would he be?
When Matteo was done he set the guitar down on the floor carefully.
“What do you think?”
“Brilliant,” Jared answered.
“You always say that.”
“It’s always true.”
“And you, Leigh? Did you enjoy my playing?”
“Jared’s right. That was brilliant. Gorgeous. So soulful.”
“Ah, I like this one, Jared,” he said, lifting her hand to kiss it, his soft lips lingering.
Jared was still stroking her other hand, and he moved his palm up over her arm, stroking her shoulder. She was shivering with need, with the sensation of the two men touching her at once. With the exquisite anticipation of what might happen between them all.
Jared moved closer, his mouth next to her ear, until she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. “Leigh, tell me what you want.”
It was a command, and yet she knew this was up to her. Knew she’d be crazy to turn this opportunity down.
“I want you both.”
She always got anything she wanted…
Scandalous
© 2010 Karen Erickson
Playing with Fire, Book 3
A teenage crush on her big brother’s boyfriend. It was one of the few times in her spoiled-little-sister life that Alexa had to swallow the word “no”. She got over it, or she thought she had—until her brother’s wedding brings Eric back into her life, as flirty and fun as ever. It never mattered to her that he’s gay. Attraction is attraction.
One illicit kiss, and their reconnection blows her mind and rekindles girlish hopes. Then he sets her away from him and runs like hell.
Eric can’t believe that a woman’s touch arouses him. Not just any woman, but sweet Alexa, and he can’t help but want more. Desperate to come clean, he confesses all to his steady boyfriend, Brandon, expecting anger. But Brandon’s intrigued. He wants to meet the woman who’s tied Eric up in knots. With luck, maybe she’ll relight the spark between them.
Alexa may have lost her chance with Eric, but the consolation prize—a fling with him and Brandon, is too tempting to resist. She never expected to love both men, or to secretly yearn to belong to the one who commands her body like no other…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Scandalous:
Alexa went still at Brandon’s seemingly innocent words. Well it was his tone that was innocent—his words were anything but.
“Then what would you say if I told you that you could have sex with Eric, but I’m part of the bargain. Would you be interested?”
She accepted their invitation for drinks and ended up getting propositioned within minutes of arriving? What the hell?
And what the hell was wrong with her that she was actually considering it?
“You don’t have to answer that,” Eric said, reaching across the table to give her hand a gentle squeeze. His expression was full of both understanding and worry, and she wondered if he even knew his boyfriend had been going to mention something like this.
Her gaze drifted back to Brandon and noted the tension in his firm jaw, the rigid line of his impossibly broad shoulders. The guy was a regular Adonis. She bet if she stripped him naked he would be male perfection personified. And his face…no wonder Eric fell for him. It was a thing of pure masculine beauty with the most gorgeous set of lips she’d ever seen on a man.
The thought of those lips wandering over her skin, kissing her mouth, sucking on her nipples, sent a rush of tingles cascading throughout her body.
“I’ll answer it,” she finally said, once she recovered her voice. “Is that why you guys invited me out tonight? To see if you could get in my pants?”
“Of course not,” Eric said at the same time Brandon offered a simple “yes”.
The two men glared at each other, and she had the insane urge to giggle uncontrollably.
“I have a tendency to believe Brandon over you, Eric,” she said, her voice soft, her breath lodged in her throat as she waited for their reply.
Eric sighed and shook his head. “Fine. It was his idea. He became interested when I told him I kissed you and became…aroused.”
A
little thrill filled her at the thought that their outrageous kiss had caused the same reaction within Eric as it had for her. “I told you it was intense.”
“It was,” Eric admitted, his gaze skittering in Brandon’s direction.
Brandon didn’t seem bothered by his admission in the least. “He’s never been interested in a woman before. Not like he’s interested in you, Alexa. And that interests me.”
She finally couldn’t contain it any longer; she laughed. Laughed and laughed even as the server brought over their plate of appetizers. Her hunger was long forgotten as she considered this odd situation she found herself in.
Months of the single life and she’d been okay with it. She hadn’t found anyone who interested her and that had been fine. She had her vibrator when the urge for an orgasm came over her. She viewed it as stress relief more than anything.
But now she had not just one but two gorgeous guys interested in her. Two gay guys who…what? Wanted to include her in their kinky sex games? Did they both want to fuck her at the same time? Were they exhibitionists and wanted to fuck each other while she watched?
Her pussy grew wet at the thought. These two gorgeous men, naked bodies entwined, mouths wrapped around each other’s cocks. Brandon sinking his cock inside Eric’s body and both of them moaning…
Her cheeks flamed, and she took another much-needed drink. “So you want to fuck me.”
Eric nearly spit out the potato skin he’d been munching on. “Jesus, Lex.”
“I want to get to know you first,” Brandon said quietly as he watched her carefully. Damn if she didn’t want to squirm. “I think something could—happen if we let it.”
“This is weird,” she said with a slight shake of her head.
“Don’t question it,” he said, his deep voice low, rippling along her nerve endings and making the tiny hairs on her arms stand up. “Just go with your gut reaction. What’s it telling you to do?”
She studied his face, his hazel eyes, his beautiful, sinful mouth. God, he really was gorgeous. The most gorgeous man she’d ever encountered. And Eric certainly was no slouch. He was beautiful in his own right with the dirty blond hair and sharp masculine features. She knew many of the women and even a few of the men in the building cast envious glances her way—only because she sat at the table with two of the most handsome men in the entire bar.
“My gut’s telling me that you’re crazy.” She paused and let her words sink in, experienced a little thrill when she caught the worried glimmer shining in his eyes. “And that I’m crazy for even considering it.”
“You’d consider it?” She heard the shock in Eric’s voice, and she laughed again.
“I would. Now tell me how you boys are going to convince me this is the right thing to do?”
“This has nothing to do with right or wrong.” Brandon’s expression was intense, subdued.
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