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“Dr. Winton.”

“Howard, please, my dear.”

“Yes, of course.” She really did smile. “I was daydreaming, I guess; forgive my abstraction.”

“Solving amazing new genetic mysteries, I expect.”

“Something like that. Do you live in the area, Howard?”

“No, actually I live nearer to you by the university, but I love Asian antiques, and I wanted to show my nephew around the area since he"s going to be a resident.

Oh, you must meet him.” He looked around and began waving to a nice-looking, Genetic Attraction

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sandy-haired man she estimated at about thirty-five. The man waved back, showing dimples, and came over to them.

Howard beamed. “Emmaline, may I introduce my nephew, Dr. Isaac Webster, who we have lured away from Princeton"s faculty. He will be joining me in the history department starting next week.”

“Dr. Webster.”

He extended his hand and further tested the dimples. “Just Isaac.”

“Hi, just Isaac.” Warm, smooth hand.

“Em?”

She looked around. Damn, for one brief second she"d actually forgotten her men.
Her men
? Okay, give them both swords, and they"d look like avenging guardian angels protecting her from the nasty history professor.

She smiled as if her being in Connecticut with two gorgeous men was just a regular day. “Jake, you know Dr. Winton, I"m sure. And this is his nephew, Isaac Webster. Dr. Webster is joining the history department. Isaac, this is my research associate and dear friend, Jake Martin, and my
friend
, Roan Black.” Did they get that bit of emphasis? Would it make them think Roan was her lover, not Jake"s? Of course, he was.

Roan stepped up beside her and circled her waist with his left arm. Well, if her emphasis hadn"t, Roan"s gesture certainly spoke volumes of possession. He extended his hand. “How do you do?”

Howard and Isaac were clearly trying not to stare at Roan"s astonishing beauty, but that was not possible. She thought of the little statue resting on the counter behind her. Yeah, only gods and Roan looked like that.

She slipped her arm through Jake"s, so as not to carry the possession thing too far. “We took the first weekend off in ages to celebrate Jake"s winning the Belden Award. So we all came out for a day of sun and antiquing.”

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“Of course, remiss of me, Martin. I heard about the award. Congratulations, my boy.”

Howard extended his hand, and Jake took it. “Thank you, sir. Of course, I"m thrilled.” Then his smile dimmed a little, and he looked at Isaac. “So, did I hear you"re going to be coming to the university?”

Isaac matched his cool. “Yes, starting next week.” He turned to her with another dimple flash. “I"m delighted to know a few more people before I hit the campus. Perhaps I can ask for pointers.”

Well, he was casting down a gauntlet. She felt Jake"s arm tense, and she tightened her arm in his. “Actually, Jake and I are genetic researchers. We tend to stay cloistered in our lab and hardly ever know what"s going on. So in a few days, you"ll be able to give us pointers on politics, I"m sure.”

“Perhaps we can make a date for me to do that?”

Wow, it took serious chutzpah to make such a pointed proposal while she was sandwiched between Jake and Roan. But he wasn"t being obnoxious, only a bit pushy, and pushy wasn"t all bad.

Before Jake could take exception, she pretended to ignore the comment.

“Howard, I"m sure you"re going to be happy having Isaac in your department.

Forgive us. We have to get going. It was great to see you and to meet you, Isaac.”

She extended her hand, and he took it, still warm and soft, and held hers just one beat too long. Jake"s biceps tightened again. Isaac was pushing his luck with so many samurai swords around. “I"m sure we"ll see you both around campus.”

She let go of Roan"s arm for a moment, picked up her package, and then slipped her arm through his again and headed for the door. “Bye now,” she called back to Howard and Isaac.

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“Man, that guy has balls!” Jake pulled his arm from Em"s grip and took a deep breath of the October air. Maybe he was being stupid, but he really wanted to go back in and tell that Isaac character where he could put his dimples.

Roan laughed. “You are so cute when you go all alpha.”

“Well he"s got shit for nerve. What were you and I, Roan, window dressing? I should have told him to back off.”

Em gave him a worried look. “Jake, that wouldn"t have been appropriate, and you know it. He was just being friendly.”

“Yeah, friendly as Hugh Hefner.”

They walked slowly to the car.

Roan circled his neck with an arm and gave Jake a rub on the head as they walked. That was one of their codes for an embrace when they were in public. Jesus, he was getting tired of all the dissembling and sneaking around, even though he"d brought it on himself. He had insisted they hide their relationship from the university. Now he wasn"t so sure.

Still teasing him, Roan chucked him under the chin. “I haven"t seen you this jealous since the night I walked into the ballroom with Alexandra Shields on my arm.”

Oh yeah
. “I went a little ballistic.”

“Who"s Alexandra Shields?” Em looked interested, and Jake wasn"t sure how much he wanted to tell her, but Roan rushed in.

“She"s a friend of mine who lives in Paris.” Roan leaned on the Lexus. “We were engaged at one time. Actually, she was the first woman I ever liked to fuck. I brought her to an event last year that Jake was also attending with his
little
girlfriend
…”

“She wasn"t my girlfriend!”

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shades of green. I guess you could say Alex started a cascade that led to us committing to each other.”

“I never quite thought of it that way.” Jake shook his head. “But I guess you have a point.”

Roan looked at Em. “I"m sure you"ll get to meet Alex one day.”

“I hope that"s not one day soon.” Jake had to admit that while he essentially liked Alexandra, and Lord knew he"d enjoyed their one three-way, he was still a bit jealous of Roan"s affection for her. Yeah, yeah, he knew that was a crock in light of Roan"s willingness to include Em, but there it was.

Em smiled at Roan. “Well, I"d love to meet her. And as for Dr. Winton"s nephew, I don"t quite get the reaction, Jake. I"ve come to the lab with Henry a few times, and you"ve never—what did you call it?—gone „alpha" on me.”

“Yeah, well, we weren"t lovers at the time, and I was never worried about Henry.”

Again, she laughed and hugged Jake"s arm closer, but he noticed Roan had stopped laughing. Em hadn"t denied that Isaac was worth worrying about.

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Chapter Nine

They decided on a late lunch/early dinner at a little French-style bistro tucked away in the trees. After fresh wild salmon salads and a crisp Beaujolais to drink, they were sharing a lemon tart.

She savored a bite. “Almost but not quite as good as your scones this morning, Roan.”

“High praise.”

She looked around at the charming, country-style room, almost empty at this odd eating hour. They sat at a table in a bay window so they were surrounded by trees and the flowers still hanging on into fall. Roan licked lemon from his fork ecstatically. “I wonder if they"ll give me the recipe?”

She reached out to pick a speck of flaky crust from his lip, and he grabbed her hand and slowly inserted her finger into the wet warmth of his mouth. Heat shot through her. Oh God, that tongue. As if she needed any reminders. Roan continued to suck her finger in and out of his mouth, green eyes gazing at her languidly.

Catching the mood, Jake scooted his chair a little closer and slipped his hand onto her thigh, smoothing his fingers over the worn denim and the hot-and-bothered flesh beneath.

She felt her breath hot in her throat. “I gather lunch is over.”

Jake leaned in and nuzzled her ear while his hand slipped between her thighs and pressed on her clit. Shit. How was it possible to be so horny after this morning?

It proved what they said about how having sex made you want more, and, man, did she want more.

“Let"s get out of here,” Jake whispered.

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Roan grabbed the check and hurried to the counter to pay while Jake propelled her from her chair and out the front door, setting land speed records. Roan came out and met them at the Lexus. He nodded to Jake. “Your turn in the backseat.”

He opened the door and guided her inside, following after. She reached for Jake before he was even settled and was vaguely aware of the car starting to move as Jake grabbed her and pulled her into a bruising kiss, his tongue doing that wonderful possession thing she loved. Her back hit the seat. Jeans went down. He managed to get the Levi"s around one ankle along with her thong. Damn, she couldn"t get his fly open. He leaned back, unsnapped and unzipped himself, and pulled out that long, rock-hard cock, dripping precum. “Shit, Roan, condom.”

She heard the glove box open, and Roan"s hand appeared over the seat with two extra-large condoms, which made her giggle.

“You boy scouts are sure prepared.”

Jake barely smiled, he was so intent on ripping the package and sliding on the rubber. His gaze was intense. “You ready, baby?” Questing fingers slipped into her before she could answer, and she forgot how to answer. “Oh yeah, you are so wet.”

He parted her labia with his fingers and guided that raging hard-on straight into her channel. Oh God, it felt so good. He started pumping relentlessly, chanting,

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” The friction set every nerve on fire. The car flooded with the smell of musky sex.

Suddenly the car swerved, nearly knocking them off the seat. Roan cried out from the front seat, “Jesus, you two, this is way too much!”

Jake kept pumping as the car bumped and rocked and came to a stop. Then Roan was climbing over the seat, ripping at his own fly. He pulled out that supercock and knelt on the floor of the backseat. “Em, baby, please.”

Oh yes, yes
. Roan in her mouth. She turned her head, grabbed the cock, and wrapped her lips around the great head. “Oh, baby,” he moaned. “Yes, that"s it, just like that.”

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She licked and sucked. Jake"s pummeling fuck pushed her head against the back door of the car, and Roan wrapped his forearm around her to protect her. Fire speared through her abdomen and spread through her limbs as she sucked Roan"s silky shaft in and out of her mouth. Some vague part of her mind hoped they weren"t parked in the middle of the expressway.

Jake"s steady thrusts began to degrade, and his chanting got louder. He was going to come, but she knew there was more where that came from, so she was in no hurry. “Oh shit!!” he cried and kept thrusting, head thrown back, eyes closed as he shuddered through his climax. When the thrusts began to slow, he leaned over and kissed Roan wildly. “Make her come, darling.”

Roan slipped his hands under her arms and pulled her up while he moved onto the seat, his giant erection sticking up toward the roof. She helped him slip on a condom, and he settled her on his lap, cock sticking up between her ass cheeks.

Gotta get him in. Gotta come.

She pushed up and positioned the cock at her vagina. Looking into his eyes, she pushed down and pulled up—one, two, three times—to get the huge staff inserted all the way to her cervix. And she began to ride, trying to take a little more of him into herself with each exquisite descent.

Being on top suited her mood, and she gazed at the beautiful man. “Do you like me riding you, Roan? Do you mind me being the top?”

His head rested against the seat, moving back and forth as she rode him relentlessly. “I love it, baby; I love it so much.”

Pushing forward so his cock rubbed hard against her clit with each pump of her hips, she growled, “Then come for me, beautiful.” And he did.

And so did she.

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grove of trees he had plunged them into. Em was making soft cooing sounds in the aftermath of their frantic lovemaking, and lovemaking it truly was. She was snuggling her way into his heart as well as his arms, and he realized he"d soon have as much invested in this relationship as Jake did. Amazing, considering how possessive he was of Jake, but here she was.

He kissed her forehead. “Just rest, sweetheart; we"ll have you home in no time.”

“Home,” she murmured, and her breathing slowed.

He chuckled. Auntie Em again. No place like home.

His mind drifted back to the antique shop. Shit, that young professor was a piece of work. Jake had been ready to punch the guy, and Roan had teased him to try and calm him, but truthfully he was just as jealous. The professor was attractive, eligible, and—more concerning—Em"s age and professional peer. Of course, Jake was no slouch as a professional either, but did the two of them seem like boys to Em? She didn"t treat them that way, and she did say she"d harbored a lot of lust and affection for Jake for a long time. But when she was longing for Jake, she certainly hadn"t been thinking that he had a gay lover that she was going to have to accept as well.