Three Secrets

Opal Carew

Keeping one secret is intriguing.
Two is naughty.
Three...deserves to be punished.

Sharing secrets has never been so
exhilarating...

4 Stars!

"
Grab the ice water ladies, this one is
scorching hot
!"
THREE is the latest erotic short by Opal Carew, and it is off the
charts "is it me or is it hot in here?" hot!
...a tale about a woman's fantasy turn reality. ...this little
erotic gem ... was an absolutely intense sexual journey that left
me panting for more!"
Rho, The Romance Reviews

"
I finally read
Three....OMG love it......."
Michelle

"It's an
excellent read! Definitely going on my suggested reading list
beside "Blush". Great work!"
Tracy

"I have
read all of Opal Carew's books and love them. This is a little
different - a short story with lots of good loving, well-written
characters. I love it...
Colette

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Copyright 2014 Opal Carew

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This is a work of fiction. All of the
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either products of the author's imagination or are used
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persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

First edition: January 2014

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To Laurie,

thanks for all you do

Opal
Carew

Nicole’s heart clenched when she saw Abel
sitting across the park on the wooden bench, the sunlight
shimmering on his wavy, dark brown hair. He looked just like she
remembered him when she’d first seen him in Paris.

She’d fallen in love with him ten minutes
after she’d met him.

But after spending two months together
traveling around Europe, she’d realized with an aching heart that
the sweet, gentle-spirited man he was would not really understand
her, or accept her… idiosyncrasies.

So, even though it was the most painful
thing she'd ever done, she’d walked away. When they’d returned to
Canada, she’d gone home to Edmonton to let their relationship
die.

At least, that’s what she’d intended. But it
had been too difficult to stay away.

He glanced up and she knew the moment he
spotted her. His eyes lit up and his smile, so bright and cheerful,
set his face aglow. Warmth washed through her at the sight. He
stood up and stepped forward—one step, then another—until he was
racing toward her. She blinked back tears of joy as he flung his
arms around her and spun her in a circle. When she felt the ground
beneath her feet again, his lips found hers and his tongue swept
into her mouth, singeing her senses.

Oh, God, how had she survived so long
without him?

Her arms came around him and she melted into
the passion of his kiss.

“Nicole, I can’t believe you’re here.” He
gazed at her, his lips turned up in a dazzling smile. “It seems
like forever since we’ve seen each other.”

She laughed, joy bubbling through her. “It’s
only been three months.”

His face turned serious. “I’d begun to worry
I’d never see you again.” He hesitated, as if he wanted to say
more—probably ask her why she hadn’t responded to his repeated
attempts to contact her—but instead he took her hand and squeezed
it. “I’m really looking forward to getting re-acquainted.”

From the glimmer in his eyes, hot images of
the two of them entwined on a bed naked, their bodies joined
intimately, sent heat washing through her. She wanted that so
badly.

It would be so easy to just go with him
right now. To lose herself in his loving arms. But she couldn’t do
that until she told him her secret.

“Let’s sit down and talk first,” she
said.

His eyebrows arched. “Talk. Really?” His
hand stroked over her shoulder possessively and he leaned in close,
his warmth seeping into her. “I can think of much more interesting
things to do than talk,” he murmured against her ear, the warmth of
his breath sending a quiver through her.

But she steeled herself, staying strong.
“Yes, really. Talk.”

She tugged on his hand as she led him to the
bench, then sat down, apprehension building inside her. He settled
beside her.

“What is it you want to talk about?” he
asked.

She pursed her lips and he frowned.

“Why am I getting the feeling you didn’t
meet me to continue our relationship after all?” He took both her
hands and held them tight. “You know I’m crazy about you. I thought
we had a real chance at making things work between us. Don’t you
want that?”

Her breath caught. “Of course I do,” she
said, her voice a mere whisper. It was what she wanted more than
anything in the world. She drew her hand free and stroked his
cheek, loving the raspy, masculine feel of his light stubble.

His smile returned and her throat closed
up.

“But the question is will you still want me
after I tell you what I came here to say?”

* * *

Abel stared at Nicole, the woman he hadn’t
stopped thinking about since he’d left Europe. It had been ironic,
since his trip had been partly to escape the help of his brothers
and their new wives who had been driving him crazy trying to play
matchmaker, wanting him to find the same happiness they had found.
Who knew he would stumble across the woman of his dreams in a park
in Paris?

They had spent two wonderful months
together, and as it came close to time to return home, he’d known
he should tell Nicole his secret, but he was afraid it would scare
her away for good. After all, how did he tell a sweet,
girl-next-door type like Nicole that
hey, my brothers and I are
into sharing women.

He had already indulged in sexual adventures
with both his brothers’ wives and he’d had many a dream about
sharing Nicole with them, with or without their wives, though
images of Nicole going down on Marie sent almost painful need
slicing through him.

He was sure it would never happen, though.
It might be some women’s fantasy, but he was sure Nicole would
disapprove. She seemed so… straight-laced.

But even though he hadn’t told her his
secret, she had seemed reluctant to continue their relationship
once they returned home. When he hadn’t heard from her after so
many months, he thought he’d lost her for good.

Then he’d gotten her email last week and
hope had soared within him.

Now it seemed she had a secret, too.

She gazed at him, her blue eyes wide. “This
might come as a shock to you but… I’m not what you think I am.”

He grinned and arched his eyebrows. “Are you
a dude?”

But her expression remained serious. “This
is really hard.” She stroked his cheek again, her gentle touch
sending shimmers of heat through him. “I love the way you look at
me and I’m afraid that after I tell you, that look will…
change.”

He took her hand and squeezed. “I don’t
think that’s possible, but go ahead and tell me.” At her continued
hesitation, he said, “Just take a deep breath and do it.”

He watched her chest rise and fall as she
took his advice, then she gazed down at their joined hands.

“You think of me as sweet and a little
naïve, but that’s far from the truth. When you and I have sex it’s
tender and passionate and lovely. Everything a woman would
want.”

He smiled, delighting in her praise.

“At least, most women.”

Fuck, was she going to tell him he wasn’t
good enough in bed?

“So what am I doing wrong?”

Her eyes widened. “No, it’s not you. It’s
me.”

“Ah, classic break up line.”

“Abel, this is serious.”

“I know, sweetheart. Just tell me.”

“Okay. I’m into BDSM.”

He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it
wasn’t that.

“So you want to be tied up? Or you want me
to dominate you?”

“Well, no. Actually…”

* * *

“She’s a Domme.” Abel picked up the burger
Marie, Drake’s wife, set in front of him and bit into it.

“A Domme?” Drake’s eyes twinkled. “So does
she have whips and chains?”

Abel shrugged. “I don’t know.” He grinned.
“But I’d sure like to find out.”

“I can’t help envisioning a full latex suit
with spike heeled boots,” said Drake. “And a whip.”

Marie grinned at him. “Are you trying to
tell me something? Does someone want to submit to the control of
his woman?”

Across the table, their other brother,
Craig, raised his hand. Drake also put his hand in the air.

Abel laughed. “Well, girls, maybe you can
take lessons from Nicole.”

Lori smiled. “That could be fun.”

“So you and Nicole are together again?”
Marie asked.

“No.”

Marie’s eyes widened. “No?”

“Well, not yet. I told her I needed to think
about things.”

“Why?” Lori asked.

“Well, she seemed so convinced that I might
need time to get used to the idea that I didn’t want to disappoint
her.”

Marie shook her head. “That just sounds
mean.”

“Not at all. It gives her a chance to try
and convince me. And more importantly, it gives me a chance to ask
a few questions to find out if she’s okay with my secret. Not every
woman is okay with a man sharing her with his two brothers.”

Lori giggled. “Though for the life of me, I
can’t understand why.”

“When are you going to see her again?” Craig
asked.

“I’ve arranged to meet her at her hotel
tomorrow night.”

* * *

Nicole was worried.

She hadn’t known exactly what to expect when
she told Abel about her being a Domme, and at least he hadn’t
outright rejected her, but he hadn’t accepted the idea with open
arms, either. He’d seemed cautiously curious and had suggested they
talk about it when they had more time and could go somewhere
private. So she’d invited him to her hotel.

A knock sounded on the door.

She stood up and approached the door. She
loved him and she was determined to convince him they should be
together, so she would do everything she could to persuade him.
When she peered through the peephole, her heart swelled at the
sight of his familiar, handsome face.

She opened the door. “Come in.”

She wanted to throw her arms around him and
kiss him, to feel his hard body against hers, but instead she
turned and walked into the room. She wore a black leather skirt and
a silk shirt that fluttered as she walked. Although loose fitting,
the shirt draped nicely and silhouetted her curves in a flattering
manner. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze on her ass as he
followed her. She sat down in the upholstered chair by the low
table she’d pulled into the center of the room and gestured for him
to sit in the desk chair she’d placed facing hers.

“Thank you for coming. I’ll answer any
questions you want.”

He nodded. “Good.”

His expression was serious and she worried
he’d already made up his mind and had just come here out of
courtesy.

He leaned back in the chair. “So, you’re a
Domme. I’m not really sure what that means, but I am curious about
one thing. Do you do it with a lot of different men?”