Enticement

by Madelynn Ellis

  Kit pushed Ross’s head clear of his cock. “You two didn’t have to be abstinent in my absence, you know.”

  “How do you know that?” Evie glared at Ross, wondering when he’d told Kit.

  “He didn’t say anything. It’s blatantly obvious. You’re both hyper-sensitive.”

  “Ugh!” was the only response they got out of Ross, whose hips continued to piston. Evie returned to sucking him and seed flowed onto her tongue mere moments later. He sagged back onto his haunches, still panting hard. “Sorry, guys.”

  “No problem,” said Kit from his position wedged between Evie’s thighs. He raised his head, revealing his chin, glistening with the wetness of her body. The two men’s gazes locked.

  “What is it?” she asked. They reminded her of two stags locking horns. She eased herself around until the sofa fully supported her back.

  “Come here.” Kit pushed himself upright using his elbow and nodded at his lap. Evie dipped her head, assuming he meant for her to take Ross’s place sucking him. “No. Astride.” Kit’s smile shone in his eyes—challenging, daring her.

  “Wait.” Ross started rooting around in Evie’s purse for condoms.

  “Equal,” said Kit, demanding her attention again. “I’m clean, and I assume you two are and that there’s some contraception going on somewhere given that you’re constantly at each other without any apparent concern for the consequences.”

  “Hang in there.” Ross rushed over, having already ripped open the foil packaging.

  Evie stayed his hand, before he could roll the sheath down Kit’s shaft. “He has a point, Ross. I want to feel him naked. Don’t you?”

  “I… I guess. Maybe not at this precise moment.”

  Although judging by the perkiness of his cock, it wouldn’t be long before he was considering it.

  Evie slid onto Kit. He was as smooth as butter and pleasingly stiff. They took it steady, her taking charge since Kit’s movements were limited by his injuries. It wasn’t long before Ross was pressing up against her back, his hands seeking her breasts and the puckered teats of her nipples. Only half-hard, his cock rubbed along the crack between her cheeks in time with the motion of her rising and falling. This was surely the mirror of what Ross had been imagining that first night when Kit had stood in the kitchen doorway watching them. He must have thought of his lover joining them. Perhaps that was the reason he’d called Kit’s name as he’d come. He’d never intended the gasp to be a warning. It had been a simple admission of his thoughts.

  “Kiss me.”

  Ross met her demand, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, duplicating the motion of his fingers, two of which stroked through her damp curls to find her clit. They scissored briefly around Kit’s thrusting cock, before returning to the source of her pleasure.

  “Come for us, Evie.”

  “Yes, do.” Kit’s eyes fluttered closed and his neck arched back. “Before I beat you to it.”

  Ross rubbed her clit a little harder and pushed a finger into her arse. The combined sensation from three points of stimulation set her soaring. Ross nuzzled her neck as she came, while Kit gasped against her chest as his cock spasmed inside her.

  They held each other close.

  “I love you,” she gasped, and she knew they understood she meant them both.

  About the Author

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  Never venture out of bounds without a buddy—preferably two.

  Falling, Freestyle

  © 2010 Vivian Arend

  Dara's past four incredible years have been lived to the fullest. Along with her best friends, Kane and Jack, she’s left no local wilderness unexplored, no ski slope unchallenged. Yet lately she wonders why they’ve never seen her as more than a buddy with breasts. When—or if—either man will cross that unspoken line.

  It’s a line Kane eyes harder every day. Since high school, he and Jack have shared everything. A condo, vacations—and their best girl. Kane’s ready to get serious about his wilderness school and outfitter business, and that includes putting down roots. Preferably with Dara.

  Wary of the men who’ve recently been sniffing around Dara, Jack has a growing sense that he or Kane better make a move soon, or they’re going to lose out on their perfect match. Question is, who does she prefer…and who’s going to bring their easygoing trio to an end?

  Overhearing the boys arguing over her, Dara’s floored—and torn. Choose between them? No way. Drastic measures are called for, a plan for their annual holiday getaway that will clarify her feelings once and for all—or lose everything in a sexual storm of whiteout proportions.

  Warning: Old friends turned lovers can get into the most trouble—exhibitionism, bondage, spanking. Anal sex, oral sex, unauthorized use of ski safety harnesses, icicles in the hot tub… The author apologizes in advance for any melted monitors.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Falling, Freestyle:

  Alpine Responsibility Code

  Rule #5—Safety restraints must be used at all times.

  Dara stood erect, her breasts like some kind of missile system. Cocked and fully loaded, they aimed forward, barely contained by the wisp of fabric on her skin. It was the sexiest thing she owned and she felt more naked in it than if Kane had insisted she come to dinner in the nude.

  She’d packed the scanty lingerie with uncertainty. Heck, she’d bought it during her mad planning session for this getaway, trying to think of what the guys might find attractive. It wasn’t her usual attire—having a string up her butt was not what she’d choose to wear most days. Besides, it was scary how much the shop had charged for mere inches of material.

  It was all worth it when she saw the expression in Jack’s eyes as Kane led her around the corner. His hands skittered over the utensils he was placing on the table.

  “Oh sweet thing. Where have you been all my life?” He gave her one of his exaggerated winks.

  Suddenly she was comfortable again. These were her buds, her “cuddle in the dark because there’s a lightning storm outside the tent” friends.

  Her lovers as of an hour ago.

  There was nothing to fear from them, not even clad in the most come-hither outfit in the world.

  Kane seated her carefully, taking the chair on her right. Jack sat on her left and they all filled their plates with the pasta and aromatic sauce.

  Jack placed a piece of bread on her plate and she wrinkled her nose. “Garlic bread?”

  Kane pointed with his knife. “He made Caesar salad too. We’re all goners, so you’d better eat some in self-defense.”

  “Garlic breath. Ugh. I guess we’re not planning on doing anything else tonight.”

  The expression in Jack’s eyes shot down that idea immediately. Dara took a deep breath and turned her attention to the table. She couldn’t maintain his gaze, not yet. Not when he seemed to look straight through her and see what she really wanted.

  Which wouldn’t be so bad if she knew herself.

  Their lovemaking before supper had made it clear she was physically compatible with both the guys. Now she needed to concentrate on her real agenda. Who did she want the most, not just in the bedroom? Who did she have the best chance at forever with?

  She reached for her fork and stopped in surprise. “Umm, Jack? The food looks great, but you forgot to give me any utensils.”

  “Didn’t forget.”

  Okay, now he was getting annoying. She pointed beside her plate. “Hello, nothing to eat with.”

  His fingers encircled her wrist and tugged her arm toward him. Jack laid a thin black strap over her skin and smoothed the Velcro fasteners together. The band formed a loop around her wrist, like a sports-watch strap. A longer section, with a locking clip, extended five inches toward the floor. She stared at him in confusion,
attempting to pull her hand back. He closed his fingers over the strap and trapped her in place.

  Oh my God.

  Kane cursed. “You just happened to have handcuffs in your luggage?”

  Jack shook his head. “Safety harnesses from my skis.”

  Dara’s head spun a little as her heart rate increased in a rush. Pure adrenaline shot into her veins and morphed into desire. The tiny scrap of lace between her legs grew instantly soaked. Jack’s pupils dilated as he steadily returned her gaze. He waited, his hand supporting hers and she knew he’d felt her tremble. She waited, willing the blood pounding through her limbs to slow enough she could stay vertical.

  “Dara?”

  Jack held out his other hand, a second restraint dangling from his fingers. His unspoken question hung in the air. Did she want this?

  Hell, yes.

  Slow, unsteady, she lifted her arm and offered her wrist. Kane swore quietly. Jack pressed a kiss to her palm, his gaze locked on hers. “Good girl.”

  He fastened the second strap, then rose to his feet. She kept her gaze fixed on the table, sensing him walk behind her. Waiting for his touch. A hand landed gently on her shoulder and she shivered. He kissed her nape, brushing back her hair to whisper in her ear.

  “There’s a flush over your whole body right now. Like a glow, lighting your skin. It’s going to make you more sensitive. Make every touch so much richer.”

  He drew the back of a finger down her throat and over the upper swell of her breast. The way Kane had arranged her breasts in the supporting cups had forced the edge of her areolas to be visible at the top of the wispy fabric. Jack caressed, butterfly soft, along the dividing line between skin and material, and she swore her heart would explode.

  His palms came to rest on her arms, slipping downward until he reached her wrists. Carefully he brought her hands together behind her back, looping the extra material around her lightly. The click of the clips locking together echoed in her ears louder than the blood roaring past.

  A moan escaped. She was on fire.

  Jack slid a finger inside the strap loops, testing the fit. “They aren’t tight, but you let me know the instant you want them off, understand?”

  She nodded, unable to speak. If she truly wanted to escape she could slip free. It was the thought of being restrained that carried her into the fantasy.

  Jack knelt and cupped her chin in his hand. He pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue stroking her lips—soft, teasing. When he drew back she would have followed and he brushed his knuckles past her cheek in a tender caress. “Later. Now we eat.”

  Dara breathed out slowly as Jack regained his seat. She jumped lightly when a hand touched her right shoulder, Kane seeking her attention. His expression made her whimper, just a small sound of desire escaping as the hunger visible on his face twisted her insides.

  “You have no idea what you are doing to me.” Kane’s words drove the need in her core even higher.

  She caught a flash of his blue eyes before he kissed her as well, rough and thorough. Sucking the air from her lungs, his fingers tangled in her hair to hold their mouths together. She lost track of where she was, forgetting even that they were in front of Jack. The haze of excitement enveloping her grew until she attempted to clasp him back, and her arms wouldn’t budge.

  Another burst of lust shot through her. Oh my God, the restraints. Whatever else happened this weekend, she was already more turned on than she’d been in her life.

  The higher the stakes, the harder they fall—in love.

  Going All In

  © 2009 Jess Dee

  Three of a Kind, Book 1

  Julia Savage’s weekly poker games are tearing her apart. She’s in love with two of her fellow card players, and much as she’d like to pick and confess her true feelings to one man, she won’t. Not if it means risking the love of the other.

  Hunter Miles has wanted Julia for four months, and he’s about to deal a hand she couldn’t see coming. He’s determined to give her a New Year’s Eve celebration she never expected. He’s going to seduce her—in front of his friend and rival for her affections, Jay Baxter. But Jay’s not willing to lay down his cards. He’s going after Julia too, and he’s not above bluffing to get what he wants. Either way, one of them is going to win her over.

  Unless they change the rules of the game. If they double up, there’s a chance they can split the pot…

  Warning: This book contains two hunky heroes, a heroine worth betting on, sizzling hot three-way action (m/f/m and m/m/f), a whole lot of unexpected fireworks and a New Year’s Eve to remember.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Going All In:

  God, he tasted good. Clean and musky, with an occasional salty drop for flavor.

  Hunter lay on the bed with his legs hanging over the side. His upper body rested on his arms so he could watch Julia at work. The air was filled with his soft, encouraging murmurs.

  Julia’s one hand held the base of his penis, the other caressed his balls. His cock was slightly thicker than Jay’s, but just as delectable.

  Julia felt someone’s gaze on her back and turned to find Jay standing butt-naked by the bathroom door.

  “Fuck,” he swore hoarsely and strode over to the bed where he dropped to his knees beside Julia.

  She swirled her tongue around the tip of Hunter’s dick, watching Jay’s face the entire time.

  “Jesus, Jules,” Jay gasped. “If I thought I fancied you before, I reckon I’m falling in love with you now.” He did not take his gaze off her mouth.

  Her heart lurched beneath her breast, but she forced herself not to get too excited by his words, no matter how much she loved him. After all, they were being said in the heat of passion. Nevertheless, still holding Hunter’s cock in her hand, she lifted her face to Jay’s, inviting him to kiss her.

  He did so, hungrily, and when he pulled away and motioned for her to return to Hunter, her lips were swollen and puffy.

  Hunter let out a loud groan. “I reckon I’m falling pretty damn hard myself.”

  He dropped backwards onto the bed as Julia sucked his cock into her mouth again, tickled pink by his confession. She loved Hunter too. She had for the last four months. Once again she warned herself not to get her hopes up. There was very little a man wouldn’t say when a woman knelt at his feet.

  Hunter flung an arm over his eyes and thrust his hips upwards, filling her mouth. She had to relax every muscle in her throat to fit his dick in.

  Jay breathed heavily beside her. “Watching you blow Hunter is giving me a hard-on from hell.”

  Julia smiled around Hunter’s shaft and stilled his movements with her hand. She drew away from him then dipped her head back to lick off the precome that leaked from his cock head. Without swallowing, she turned back to Jay and offered him her mouth. She was mildly surprised by the greed with which Jay kissed her, licking the offering from her tongue. Mildly surprised and majorly aroused.

  She squeezed another drop from Hunter and repeated the process. This time when Jay’s lips met hers, he groaned low in his throat.

  Keeping her gaze on Jay’s face, she held Hunter’s dick in her hand and licked it from the base up to the tip and then back down again. Twice she did it, and then a third time, conscious of Jay staring, his eyes glazed with hunger.

  Perhaps it took her a few seconds to see the truth because her glasses were off. But once she noticed it, she couldn’t deny the fact. It wasn’t just her mouth Jay ogled. It was Hunter’s penis as well. Hunter’s delectable penis.

  She licked the head of his dick and then paused to watch Jay.

  He licked his lips.

  She did it again.

  He licked his lips again.

  Her pussy tightened.

  Jay wanted Hunter’s dick.

  Ever so slowly she raised her head. While still holding Hunter’s shaft, she tilted it, offering it to Jay.

  Jay didn’t move an inch. Indecision flashed across his face, made obvious by his frown.r />
  Julia pursed her lips and sucked Hunter into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down, making him mumble on the bed. She watched Jay while she feasted.

  He watched Hunter’s dick.

  When he bit his lower lip and his tongue flashed over it, soothing the reddened spot, Julia pulled away, and once again offered him Hunter’s penis.

  This time he faltered for a second. Then he leaned over and swiped his tongue over the tip of the proffered cock.

  Blood raced to Julia’s head, making her dizzy. In her entire life she had never seen anything as mesmerizing.

  Jay did it again and then again.

  Hunter writhed and his hips surged up, as though asking for more.

  Jay obliged. Tentatively he opened his mouth and lowered his lips over Hunter’s shaft. They touched Julia’s fingers, and she released her grasp on Hunter, giving Jay free rein.

  Hunter let out a long breath. His arm still covered his eyes, but his lower body was moving now, thrusting up into Jay’s mouth.

  God, Julia thought, stunned. She was watching Jay go down on Hunter. A man on a man. The one man she loved doing the other man she loved. It was shocking. Scandalous. It was outrageous. And fascinating. And hot. Oh, dear Lord, the very sight turned her on almost more than sleeping with both of them did.

  Julia pushed her hand against her pussy, hoping to ease the sudden ache between her legs. Desire burned within, growing hotter as Jay devoured Hunter. Jay’s face was a study in concentration. His eyes were closed, as though he relished the experience. With each bob of his head, Jay’s confidence seemed to grow, his movements became faster, his expression more intent.