Indulgence (256 page)

“Turn over,” Michael said, then helped him to do just that.
On his back, his cock pulsed with need, and Michael didn’t make him wait,
swallowing Graeme with one deep stroke.

“Touch me,” Lizzie said.

His fingers found her pussy, and he spread her cream before
slipping a finger inside. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed as he pumped.
Her moans let him know just how close she was to coming. He rubbed faster.

Michael’s mouth was hot and wet, the strokes short and firm,
and Graeme knew he couldn’t last much longer. When Michael slipped a finger
back inside his ass, Graeme exploded. His orgasm rocked through him, sweeping
up everything in its path, pushing every bad thing away. He felt Liz clench
around his finger, pulsing in time to his own thrusts against Michael’s mouth.

Home.

“You’re officially released. I’m sorry I don’t have better
news about your ankle. It will always be sore and although you can walk just
fine, don’t expect to win many races. The limitation is enough to keep you from
returning to full duty on most police forces, but I expect up where you are
they may make an exception. Good luck,” Dr. Humphries said, putting his hand
out.

Graeme offered his in return. “Don’t worry, Doc. You did
fine, and I don’t think I’ll be going back. I’ve got all I need right here.”

He left the medical center with a definite sense of relief.
It was time to put that chapter behind him now. Behind all of them.

He slid in the sleek, black company Tahoe and grinned at the
new leather smell. He knew it was part of Michael’s planned seduction of him.
Not in the bedroom; that seduction had gone ass backward a long time ago. He
grinned at that thought, and of having Michael’s hard cock up his ass last
night. It had been a first for them. Afterward they had all three collapsed
into each other’s arms, trembling at the intimacy.

No, this seduction was Michael’s way of getting him to be
the VP of physical security for Enwright Security. Michael just wanted to be
near everyone he loved. Graeme thought he might accept. Why not? He’d spent the
last eight weeks designing the division, working with Michael and Lizzie,
learning about the private side of keeping people safe. He brought his cop
sensibilities and his knowledge of law enforcement to a new arena. He was
excited by the challenge.

Tonight he would tell Michael and Lizzie that he was
staying: in their lives, in their home, in their business. It would be a
commitment, and one they’d been waiting for. He’d been the one to hold back,
unsure of his physical abilities, unsure of his future. He knew now that this was
the only place he wanted to be.

Michael and Lizzie had taken care of him. Their love had
brought him back to health far faster than the doctors predicted. Graeme was
ready to do a little taking care of them now. Michael wasn’t the only one who
could seduce. He’d planned to seduce Michael all those months ago. Now it was
time to finish the job and his Lizzie would help.

*****

Michael returned late from the office. He’d planned to leave
earlier, but Liz had dropped off some critical updates later in the day than
he’d expected. It was complex work and with the added complication of having
the whole package translated into Japanese, he didn’t blame her for running a
bit late. Since he was leaving for Tokyo in the morning to deliver and sign the
new contract, he’d stayed to make his final review.

Although everything leading up to the house looked normal,
the interior lights that usually blazed in the foyer were set to dim. He set
his keys in the tray on the table next to the door and found a note.

Dear Michael,

We’ve cancelled dinner in the dining room.

You need to come to us if you want to eat.

It was unsigned, but that didn’t matter. Even if he hadn’t
recognized Lizzie’s neat handwriting, he knew he was in for a treat.

He walked into his bedroom to find it glowing softly with
candlelight. There was a platter of fresh fruits and cheese on the table in the
alcove next to a chilled bottle of champagne. So they were celebrating tonight.
He took that to mean Graeme’s doctor visit had gone well. He popped a strawberry
in his mouth and poured a flute of champagne, then followed the sound of the
Jacuzzi into the master bathroom.

It was a sight to take his breath away.

Graeme was leaning back in one of the seats, chest deep in
bubbling water with Lizzie on top of him. Her head was arched back in pleasure
as his mouth clamped down on one of her breasts. Michael kicked his shoes off
and climbed onto the counter to watch. It was a beautiful scene.

Graeme lifted her onto his cock, and Lizzie let out little
gasps of pleasure as he filled her. Together they moved slowly, Graeme’s hips
thrusting upward, her hips rocking to meet him. Slick hands slid over wet skin,
murmurs of pleasure, rhythm steady. He knew their bodies so well, sensed the
pending release, and his breath quickened with theirs.

“Oh, I’m coming,” Lizzie cried out, as if the suddenness of
her orgasm surprised her.

Graeme said nothing, just moaned, his face full of
concentration, holding his release as long as he could. Then with two quick
thrusts, Michael knew Graeme was coming, too.

When Graeme’s lust-filled gaze met his in invitation,
Michael undressed and joined them in the tub. Arms pulled him in close, then
Lizzie was kissing him, her mouth sweet as her tongue lazily met his. He loved
the languid movements of her body after an orgasm. Then Graeme’s mouth was on
his, and there was nothing gentle in his kiss. Heat and fire, Graeme was
possessive, hungry, demanding.

He groaned with desire into Graeme’s mouth, already hard.
Everyone shifted place in the large Jacuzzi and he found himself between his
two lovers. He rarely let himself be between them, he so loved giving them both
pleasure. Tonight it seemed they had other plans. They began to wash and caress
him, working together to make him feel loved.

“You’re always giving, Michael. Not tonight. Tonight you’re
going to take. You’re going to take all the love we have to give. You’re going
to take me, and when your cock is inside my pussy, you’re going to take
Graeme’s cock inside your ass. We are claiming you tonight, Michael Enwright.
You’re ours.”

A thrill passed through him at her words, and his heart
thudded in his chest. They pulled him from the tub and gently dried him before
leading him to the bed.

“On your back,” Graeme directed.

They worked in tandem, mouths licking and nipping at his
skin. Their hands were everywhere and soon, slippery oil was spread across his
chest and down his legs. Lizzie straddled his waist and worked at his arms and
chest. Her small but strong hands worked the oil into his skin. She pinched the
hard nub of his nipples and his hips bucked in pleasure. When she leaned down
to kiss him, her breasts were pressed against his chest and the oil spread to
her, the slick friction was intoxicating.

Down below, Graeme massaged first one leg and then the
other. His grip was firm as he wrapped his big hands around Michael’s calf and
slowly slid it upward. He knew from personal experience just how overwhelming
it was to have two pairs of hands spreading the oil, the promise of what was to
come filling his mind. Once he had thoroughly massaged the front of both legs,
he gave a nudge.

“Turn over.”

He climbed between Michael’s thighs and started at the
calves again. His hands gripped powerfully built legs, slow, deliberate
strokes, pressing into the muscles. He felt the surrender as Michael spread his
legs further, giving him access. He spread the oil over the cheeks of Michael’s
ass, taking his time, before he finally began to stroke the crease between his
cheeks. It wasn’t the first time he’d been here with his fingers, but he’d
never before prepared Michael’s ass to take his cock.

He spread the oil around the tight ring of muscles, then
pressed his thumb inside. Michael’s breath hitched at the invasion, and Lizzie
continued to sooth his back muscles. When Graeme felt him relax again, he
pulled back at his hips with his free hand.

“Scoot back some, Michael. Raise up for me.”

Lizzie immediately shifted herself around so that she was
leaning against the headboard, spread in front of Michael’s face. He lowered his
mouth to her pussy.

Graeme worked at Michael’s anus until both thumbs slid
easily. When he reached for more lube, it was Lizzie’s signal to slip
underneath Michael. She guided his massive erection inside, and he began to
pump his hips, filling her slowly. She met Graeme’s gaze over Michael’s
shoulder. They were ready.

“Hold still a minute, Michael. Just relax.”

He knew Michael would experience discomfort, but the
pleasure to follow would be exquisite. He held the tip of his cock to Michael’s
opening and pressed.

Michael groaned, and Graeme nearly shot his load at the grip
of his hot canal.

“Shh, it’s okay. Breathe through it,” Lizzie said. Then she
pulled Michael into a searing kiss designed to take his mind from the invasion
of the big cock filling him.

Graeme gripped his hips and pushed forward slowly until he
was balls deep in the man he loved. Their woman was looking up at them, tears
shimmering in her eyes. It was a defining moment in their relationship. They
were destined to be together forever.

“I love you,” Graeme whispered to both of them. “We’ll never
be separated again.”

He began to move, and Michael moved with him. Lizzie’s legs
came up and wrapped around their hips. The loving was slow as Graeme took
Michael to the edge then backed him off, again and again, his own cock
throbbing with the effort. Finally, he couldn’t hold back. He leaned forward,
and his hips pistoned, thrusting into Michael, whose cock filled Lizzie. They
came together, with moans and yells and curses, before they all collapsed in a
pile on the bed.

Michael immediately shifted, apparently realizing that for a
moment all of their weight had come down on Lizzie. He slipped from her as
Graeme withdrew from him, amid another round of moans. Graeme went into the
bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. He cleaned Lizzie, then Michael,
before two pairs of hands stilled him.

“Did you mean it?” Michael asked, his voice still husky with
the pleasure, his eyes full of hope. “Will you stay with us forever?”

Graeme’s heart thudded uncomfortably in his chest. It was
what he wanted, what he’d wanted since the first night Lizzie and Michael had
stayed in his cabin. He’d thought to seduce them both. It hadn’t exactly turned
out that way. Lizzie had seemed to know from the start that she wanted both of
the men in her life forever. Michael had been skittish about taking a male
lover but had never held back the feelings that were growing between them. Was
he really ready do this? Give up law enforcement and the closet it had thrown
him into?

He looked at his lovers. Lizzie on the bed between them, so
small and creamy white next to Michael’s glorious golden tan. To wake up every
morning surrounded by their love, to fall asleep each night cradled in their
arms. How could a man ask for more?

“I mean it. We’ll all be together, forever.”

~~The End~~

I’m a coffee-drinking, book-loving certifiable crazy woman
who lives on waterfront property in Arizona because I always wanted to be an
oxymoron.

The truth is, I started writing the day after Christmas in
2008, because I had a crazy dream, and from that moment on, Elena McFarland and
the Highland Destiny series owned me. About 200,000 words into the series, I
decided to see what this thing called publishing was all about. I learned about
agents and queries, traditional and small press publishing, editors and cover
art, and finally… *insert deep breath here*

A little thing Amazon introduced in 2007 called
the Kindle caught fire and the world of self-publishing changed for ever.
I truly enjoy being an author-publisher and keeping control of my babies from
start to finish. I think most indie published authors who take their jobs
seriously are really just control freaks.

I write erotic romance, most often about love many might
consider outside the lines: Gay Romance, Polyamory and Menage, and even *gasp*
Interspecies with vampires and werewolves. I know—crazy, right?

So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like to push
beyond traditional boundaries. I like characters who grow and evolve—who will
question his or her sexual boundaries and push past artificial limits.

I am fortunate enough to work at writing and publishing
full-time, and when the stars align and I hold my mouth just right, I manage to
publish 10-15 novels and novellas a year.

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by
Liz Crowe

To all professional athletes

who struggle with their sexual identities

for the sake of their sport.

Nicolas stared out the airplane window as the last view of
his beloved Valencia faded beneath him. Shifting in his seat to accommodate his
extra-long legs, he accidentally knocked into his seatmate, a striking brunette
woman who shot him a nasty look before doing a double take.

He sighed and ignored her. She had obviously flunked Body
Language 101. Her attempt to give him a nice cleavage view despite his clear
signals to leave him the hell alone grated on his frayed nerves. He clenched
his eyes shut, determined to make it all the way to the States without speaking
a word to anyone.