Unsurpassed

Charity Parkerson

Book 1 in the No Rival series

Aubree is infatuated with two men,
Max and Ryan. The two former Marines have been her close friends ever since she
made her first misguided attempt at joining their kickboxing classes. When the
pair invites her to join them at a weekend party thrown by Drew, a famous MMA
champion, she has no idea what they have in mind. After spending one hot ménage
night with the pair, Aubree learns the men’s intentions are not all about her.
Feeling betrayed, Aubree turns to Drew who is also tugging at her heart. She
must choose between the two men who have been the center of her fantasies, and
the one man who could make all her dreams come true.

Inside Scoop:
This sexy tale
includes a ménage and male/male encounters that may leave you wishing for an
alpha male fighter of your own.

A Romantica
contemporary erotic romance
from
Ellora’s Cave

She could lick him. It wasn’t a new thought for Aubree.
However, it was one gaining the possibility of becoming reality with each
passing moment. Sweat glistened on Max’s skin. His gray cotton t-shirt stuck to
his pecs. Her soaking panties clung to her. She could do it and then keep
walking as if nothing had happened. Knowing Max as she did, he’d most likely
chalk it up to her quirkiness and let it go. At least then, she would
know
.
She’d have the memory of his flavor to add to the fantasy she took to bed with
her each night.

As she looked on, one massive shoulder lifted as he raised
his arm to wipe the sweat away from his brow. Aubree bit her bottom lip to keep
from moaning. Almost as if he felt her stare, he turned in her direction. Their
gazes collided across the room. Even though Max was too far away to make out
the color of his eyes, she was as familiar with them as she was with her own.
They were an odd shade of amber with specks of green smattered throughout.

Max didn’t smile. He rarely did, but when it happened…it was
magical. She wanted to run her hands over his short brown hair, allowing the
soft bristles to tickle her skin. Hunger consumed her. A flush crept up her
skin. It had nothing to do with strenuous exercise. Of course, she hadn’t done
a single leg press since claiming the weight machine. She’d been ensnared by
watching the sexy kickboxing instructor do his thing. Now she couldn’t look
away from him and damn it, he knew it.

“How’s it going, gorgeous?” Ryan’s voice cut through her
thoughts as his fingers brushed over her collarbone. Max turned away. Tearing
her eyes from his wide frame, Aubree switched her attention to the man who’d
claimed the weight bench beside her. Unlike Max, Ryan always smiled. She
couldn’t help but return the gesture.

“It’s going okay,” she answered as she soaked up his
presence. With shaggy, dark hair, and his skin covered in tattoos, Ryan was too
easy to like. His sweet personality combined with his open smile was
irresistible. If she could’ve chosen between the two kickboxing/self-defense
coaches, she would have snagged one of them already—or gone to jail for
stalking. Whichever happened first.

“Why are you looking so intense today?”

Keeping her face carefully blank, Aubree feigned ignorance.
“I don’t know what you mean.” His green eyes flashed with humor, making her
wonder for a moment what he was thinking.

“You were staring into space,” he said in way of
explanation. Relief flooded her veins. He hadn’t noticed her watching Max.

“I’m starving.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She was ravenous.
Another knowing grin passed over his face. She beat down the blush fighting to
rise in her cheeks. Ryan and Max both knew her too well. She hoped they didn’t
know
everything
.

“I could use something to eat as well. What would you like?”
There was a moment when Aubree wondered if he was talking about food. In the
end, she decided it was merely wishful thinking on her part when his expression
didn’t change.

“What are we talking about?” Max asked, appearing at their
side. Ryan slid over, making room for him to sit.

“Eating out,” Ryan answered.

A wicked smile touched Max’s lips. “Really,” he drawled, as
he held her gaze. Aubree’s imagination fired to life once more causing her
nipples to harden.

She opened her mouth to answer. Her voice came out in a
squeak, forcing her to clear her throat. “Yeah. I’m thinking about skipping out
of here early tonight.”

Max’s brow furrowed. “You don’t want to try one quick
private lesson before you go? I’m done with my classes and your balance is
still off.”

She hated to say no since the private lessons the pair
offered her was how the three of them had become such good friends. It had
taken one visit to their regular class to realize she did not possess the
coordination needed for kickboxing. Most people would hear “one class” and
think she’d given up too soon. That’s because they didn’t realize her single
visit had ended with a sprained ankle, a black eye and a trophy case that would
never be the same again.

As much as she wanted to say yes, the thought of either man
pressing his hard body against her while pinning her to the floor caused Aubree
to squirm in her seat. “I need a shower,” she answered hastily,
and a ride
on my vibrator while moaning your name
, Aubree silently added. Her channel
pulsed in response.

“A cheat night, sweet,” Ryan said, sounding cheerful. “Give
us an hour and we’ll swing by to pick you up.”

“Okay,” Aubree agreed.

Ryan’s eyes twinkled. “What? You’re not even going to ask
where we’re going?”

Although it was on the tip of her tongue to say she didn’t
care, Aubree still felt a flush climb up her cheeks. “Where are we going?”

“To eat,” both men answered simultaneously.

* * * * *

The moment Aubree closed her front door behind her, she
couldn’t strip off her clothes fast enough. The brush of material against her
over-sensitized skin left her agitated. She headed straight for the shower,
hoping to wash away the scorching fantasies running through her mind. No matter
how cold she turned the water, the heat wouldn’t dissipate. Giving it up as a
bad job, she stepped out, eyeing the bedside table before glancing at the
clock. The hour she’d been allotted didn’t give her much time. If she didn’t do
something, Aubree feared her reaction to being alone with the men. It was only
a matter of time before her longing for their touch would cause her mind to
snap, and then what would she do? Most likely, she’d gain super-human strength,
pin one of them to the ground and attempt to ride his face, while the other one
tried to pull her off. She chuckled at the picture even as her pussy wept.

With a growl, Aubree swept her hand over her freshly waxed
cunt as a shiver of yearning ran through her. Giving it up as a lost cause, she
rushed across the room. She’d have to be quick, but she couldn’t wait any
longer. Opening the drawer next to the bed, she pulled out her bullet and an
anal plug. If Ryan and Max knew how many times she’d played out this same fantasy
in her mind, they’d never be able to look her in the eye again.

Crawling onto the mattress, Aubree drew her knees up as the
image of the two men filled her mind. Ryan’s laughing green eyes and Max’s
sensual mouth were in the room with her as she spun the dial to high on her
vibrator. Touching the cold metal to her heated flesh, Aubree’s back arched as
her juices leaked from her slit, running down to the puckered strawberry
awaiting its own toy. She didn’t need much preparation. She’d been primed all day.
Reaching between her legs, she slipped the plug inside her ass. Her body
greedily accepted the intrusion. Most women were satisfied with one man. Aubree
longed for two. She wanted Max and Ryan to fill her with their cocks. In her
mind, she pictured them doing that very thing as she spread her knees wide. The
bullet beat against her clit as she pumped her fingers inside her channel. Her
ass pulled at the plug. A part of her brain recognized she was missing the real
thing and cried out in denial as her body took what pleasure it could. Even as
her legs shook and her channel pulsed with the power of her orgasm, she didn’t
stop. She wanted it again and again until she could drown out the empty place
inside her where Max and Ryan belonged. Aubree moved the vibrator frantically
over her button until a second wave hit. She cried out in pleasure. Her
breathing was shallow and her heart raced as she came down from her high.
Switching off her toy, she tugged at the plug, groaning as the move sent a
pulsation through her cunt.

Even after two powerful orgasms, Aubree wasn’t satisfied.
She wanted the real thing. As if her yearning called to them, a loud knock
landed on her door and Aubree shot to her feet.

“I’m coming,” she called. A high-pitched nervous giggle
escaped with the words. If only they knew how true her words were. She shook
her head as she dumped her toys back in the drawer, making a mental note to
clean them later.

Aubree answered the door after a considerably long wait,
wearing a short, silk robe and nothing else. A flush covered her skin. Her wet,
blonde locks fell in a dripping mass over her shoulders. The thin material
covering her body clung to her skin, shaping her every curve, doing nothing to
hide her hardened nipples. It took every ounce of Ryan’s willpower to keep his
gaze at eye level. He held out the pizza box in hopes of distracting her from
his growing erection.

“I brought food.” Max gave him a push from behind to get him
moving as the asinine comment left his lips.

Stepping aside, she waved them in. “Yum. I’m grateful we’re
not going anywhere. It’s been a long day.” While Max settled on the couch,
switching on the television, Aubree followed into the kitchen. He spoke over
his shoulder.

“You said you were starving so we took you at your word.”

He set the pizza on the stove and turned to find Aubree
stretched up onto her toes digging around in the cabinet next to the sink. The
light-blue silk robe rode up. He stared at the outline of her barely covered
ass. It wouldn’t take more than a second to slip the material the rest of the
way up, revealing the gorgeous skin hidden from him. With the idea at the
forefront of his mind, he crowded her body with his as he reached past her and
grabbed the plates she’d been after. Ryan kept enough distance so she wouldn’t
realize how hard he was for her, but he wanted to unsettle her a little. Aubree
didn’t disappoint. She glanced over her shoulder. When their gazes met, a blush
exploded across her cheeks. He bit back a chuckle. It almost became a moan when
her stare dropped to his mouth before returning to his eyes. The hunger shining
out at him caught him off guard.

“You look as if you need me,” he said, letting the words
hang between them before adding, “to reach high things for you, I mean.”

“Yes.” Her response made him proud. She knew his game and
was prepared to play. With a sigh of regret, he remembered Max in the other
room. He moved away from his prey. As always, they chose informal dining at its
best and Aubree settled onto the couch next to Max. Crossing her legs, she
balanced her plate on her knee and took a huge bite out of her slice of pizza.
Max timed his attack perfectly, waiting until her mouth was full before
speaking up.

“Ryan and I have been invited to a three-day holiday-themed
party this weekend at Black River Resort and Casino.”

Aubree carefully chewed her food before responding. “A
holiday party already? Sheesh. Thanksgiving is still two weeks away.”

Ryan jumped in, nodding. “It’s for charity so it’s planned
on a date least likely to interfere with anyone’s plans with their family. The
higher the attendance the more money they’re able to collect. There’s supposed
to be a ton of things to do there.”

“Awesome. Have fun,” Aubree said as she took another bite of
her food.

“It’s a yearly event thrown by Drew Alexander.” Ryan didn’t
bother explaining who Drew Alexander was. He knew Aubree would know exactly to whom
he referred. Her father had worked with UFC fighters before he’d been killed in
a car accident five years earlier, and Drew was the biggest name in mixed
martial arts.

“It’s good he uses his fame to help others,” Aubree said,
still not showing the enthusiasm he hoped to see.

Obviously deciding she wasn’t going to be lured into
anything, Max dove in with both feet. “We’d like you to go with us.”

Aubree choked on her pizza, falling into a coughing fit. Max
shifted uncomfortably while Ryan debated on whether he should beat her on the
back. Finally, after taking a huge swig of water from her bottle, Aubree
managed to catch her breath. When she spoke, her voice came out sounding
hoarse. “You want me to go to a party? For the weekend? With both of you?”

Ryan and Max nodded. Her gaze moved between them as if
assessing the seriousness of their request. After a moment, she shrugged.
Taking another bite, she spoke around a mouthful of food. “What the hell. You
only live once.”