Raising the Stakes: Three of a Kind, Book 2 (14 page)

Megan’s heart stuttered.

Alex didn’t look convinced, but neither did he look as aggressive as he had a minute ago.

“I even bought us something to decorate our new house. Our first picture, so to speak.”

Megan looked around. No picture in sight.

“Give me one minute.” Des was gone less than that before returning with a small, flattish package wrapped in brown paper. He held it out to them. “Go ahead. Open it.”

Megan took it from him but gave it to Alex to open.

Reluctantly he tore the paper off.

Megan took one look at it and broke into a huge smile. Even Alex couldn’t keep a straight face. He raised an eyebrow and the darkness in his eyes lightened.

In his hands he held a framed photograph of three playing cards: two black kings with the Queen of Hearts wedged between them.

“It might be clichéd,” Des said quietly, “but this is what I want now. This is all I want. You, Meggy, centered between Alex and me—forever.”

She tried not to cry, but tears were welling up in her eyes again. Tears of joy this time. “I want it too. More than anything.”

Alex didn’t say anything.

“I love you, Meggy,” Des told her. “And Al, I love what the three of us had last weekend. I loved spending time together, I loved hanging out, I loved making love. I want a shot at making this permanent. It might not be the marriage I’d always thought I’d have, but that’s okay. I don’t want to be part of the perfect couple anymore. I want to be part of the winning set.”

Megan could no longer stop the tears. “I want it too,” she sobbed. “I want it forever.”

Des made to step towards her and then stopped. “I wanna kiss her, Al. I want to take her in my arms and hold her, but I won’t do that if it’s not okay with you.”

God, she wanted Des to kiss her. “I want him to,” she told Alex. “But not if you don’t want it.”

Alex was silent for a very long time. And then slowly, slowly he began to smile. “Of course I fucking want it. It’s all I’ve wanted since I watched Des making love to you the first time.” He walked over and cupped her cheek. “You and I made a good couple, baby. But the three of us together are going to make a freaking perfect threesome.”

Des walked up to her then and cupped her other cheek. He wrapped his free arm around Alex’s shoulders, and holding them both, leaned forward and kissed Megan. He kissed her until her tears turned to laughter and her knees turned to jelly. He kissed her until she had absolutely no doubts about his true feelings for her, and then he kissed her some more, for good measure.

And when he released her, he turned her to face Alex.

“She’s all yours,” he offered gallantly.

Alex shook his head. “No, buddy,” he disagreed. “She’s all ours.”

That was the last cognizant thing any of them said. Alex drew her into his arms and kissed her mouth, and Des molded himself to her back and kissed her neck.

Hours later, sated and happy and still trembling from coming so many times, Megan placed the photo Des had brought them on her bedside table.

“You know this is going to cause trouble at poker,” she commented absently.

Alex, who lay on his stomach on the bed looking utterly exhausted and totally edible, lifted his head just long enough to see the picture Megan referred to. “It is?”

“Uh huh.” She nodded.

Des, who lay on the other side of the bed, looking just as sexually satisfied as Alex, gazed at her through passion-filled eyes. His expression made her belly fizz with excitement all over again. “Why?”

“Because—” she grinned in delight, “—I’m about to introduce another winning hand to the game. An all-new three of a kind—two kings and their queen.”

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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 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.

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.

She closed her other hand around Jay’s penis, stunned to find it harder than ever, with a vein pulsing tangibly through it.

“Jules,” Hunter cried. “Fuck, Jules!” He flung his head from side to side, his eyes still closed. “That feels unbelievable.”

Jay froze. His eyes popped open.

“
No
.”
Hunter panted. “Christ, don’t stop.”

Thirteen stories up. Two broken hearts. One last chance…

Shaken

© 2010 Dee Tenorio

Surgeon Grant Sullivan’s once-perfect life lies in ruins. His daughter is gone—lost in a tragic accident he dare not allow himself to remember—and his beautiful wife now stares at him from across a legal table, insisting she wants nothing from him.

Julia Sullivan lost everything, especially her illusions about her marriage, after the accident. Her grief only seemed to drive Grant further into his emotional shell—except for the nights he turned to her in silent, furious passion. Unable to live like a ghost in her old life, she’s packed up what’s left of her broken heart and is ready to move on. Alone.

Determined to break their stalemate, Grant follows Julia onto the elevator just in time for an earthquake. Trapped for hours in a building pressure cooker of unspoken pain, he’ll do anything to remind her what she’s leaving behind, as deliciously as he can. But giving her what she needs to save their marriage is the one thing that could destroy his soul.

Warning:
Heartbreak and passion ahead—desperate doctor determined to save his marriage at any cost…except for the one secret his wife will do anything to uncover.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Shaken:

Julia leaned against the wall of the elevator car, watching her husband come ever closer, each step a slow, stalking movement. She could still taste him on her lips, knew what he planned to do if she let him close enough. The question was whether or not she wanted to.

No, that wasn’t even a question.

Whether she
should
.

Her body shook, not in fear—she could never be afraid of Grant—but with need. That kiss ignited too many feelings, awakening something in her that had been blessedly numb since she’d left their home. Desire.

He stood almost over her now, their bodies nearly touching. His warmth called to her, his breath. If she wanted him, all she had to do was reach out and touch. Undo the buttons on that gray shirt, find the muscled flesh beneath. Then she’d be able to press her face to his skin, taste it with wet, sucking kisses that made him groan deep in his chest. Her fingers itched, ready to seek out the muscled ripples along his ribs.

She tightened them on the metal handrail instead.

This was why she’d left. Because Grant turned every quiet moment, every opportunity to talk, into sex. He disappeared from her emotionally, verbally, physically in every way except for the moments he was stripping her. Pleasuring her. Filling her until she screamed from the raw pleasure of it. And then he’d always leave her afterward. Leave her more alone with each experience, until she felt as if there were nothing left of her. She couldn’t face it again.

“This is hardly the place for what you’re thinking,” she said, but the argument lacked the strength she knew it needed.

“This is the only place we have left, don’t you think?” His fingertip touched her jaw, soft as a feather, tilting her face up to his. “Haven’t you missed this, Julia?”

So much her body, her soul, ached day and night.

His lips grazed hers. “I feel like I’m breathing again for the first time in months.” Firmer pressure…or had she lifted onto her toes to press closer? She wasn’t sure. “Like my heart’s beating again, just touching you.”