Because You Love Me (22 page)

Luke cranked the music volume up a notch and danced toward Audrey. “Now that you have the birthday boy in position, let me help you out of that shirt.”

It wasn’t what Audrey had in mind, but the angry frown on Jackson’s face gave her the courage to taunt him more, show him what he was missing. A little foreplay was just what he needed to make him eager to join the fun.

Audrey tied the tails of her shirt beneath her breasts, a good start for a strip tease.

“Did I give you permission to dress?” Luke shook his head and stalked her. “You know what the Gray Wolfs do to naughty girls?”

Her body quivered as she backed away from Luke and into Mark’s chest.

Jackson lunged forward.

“Down, boy.” Luke clamped a hand on Jackson’s shoulder and shoved him back on the seat. “You’ll have your turn. We want to get her ready for you. This is your show, brought to you by the brothers Gray Wolf. Sit back and relax.”

Jackson growled again, his arms crossing over his chest, hands fisted. “Relax…hmph.”

Luke grabbed the lapels of Audrey’s shirt and yanked it upward, extending Audrey’s arms high over her head. There he twisted the fabric, knotting it tightly around her wrists. She stood in the bikini thong, chaps and her prettiest black lace demi-bra, her breasts pushed up, ripe for the tasting, should any man in the room care to go for it.

Audrey’s skin stung where the shirt sleeves had scraped across, the slight pain even more titillating than she’d imagined. She wanted more. “Hey, what if I want to play too?” She tugged, but couldn’t free her hands. As a woman who’d been in control for the past two years, she was struck by this new sensation. These men had her at their mercy, a place she’d rarely allowed herself to be. A place she’d sworn she’d never go to again. But damned if she didn’t want more. She’d play along, just a little.

Luke wagged a finger at her. “We are the masters. You don’t have a choice. Submit or suffer punishment.”

Master. A wash of juices rushed through her pussy. Audrey had been submissive once. What had it bought her? Bruises, broken ribs and heartache. Her ex had shown her the worst side of a Dom-sub relationship. With Luke towering over her, her hands tied in front, her knees shook, but not out of fear. They were liquid with desire, her core tightening, her body screaming for release. Her mind rocked with the realization, her mouth watering for another taste of what was happening to her. How could she be so ready to fall back into that trap?

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Kiki.” Jackson’s voice cut through the jumbled fog of her thoughts.

“I am my own master,” she whispered, her throat dry in anticipation.

“Not in this house.” Mark crossed his arms over his chest. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.” He jerked his head, indicating the exit.

Audrey’s gaze skittered toward the door, her breaths now coming in short, rapid succession. She didn’t want to go. “No.”

Jackson’s eyes narrowed. “All you have to do is say the word and I’ll kill them.”

“I know my limits.” Her chin rose. “If I want you to stop, I’ll let you know.”

Luke crossed his arms, much like Mark. “How?”

“I’ll say crackerjack.” She laughed, reminded of the little boxes of caramel-coated popcorn. As a child, she’d had so much of the sticky-sweet, candied corn, she’d gotten sick. Could she have too much of a good thing by letting all three of the Gray Wolf brothers touch her? Last time she’d been surrounded by men lusting after her, she’d been stripping for her rent money, unwilling to let her customers touch her. When she’d bought the bar, she’d sworn never to wear the mask, chaps and boots of her alter ego Kiki again.

Never say never.

If you follow the rules, you miss all the fun...

Rule of Three

© 2012 Kelly Jamieson

Kassidy is a good girl who wants to be bad. Dag is a bad boy who is very, very good. And Chris? He likes to watch…

When wicked-sexy Dag returns to Chicago to catch up with his old college buddy Chris and meet The Girlfriend, none of them are anticipating the unexpected turn of events that switch a loving twosome into a scorching hot threesome. As old feelings resurface, and new attractions are explored, a storm of sexual sparks is unleashed that leads them into forbidden areas.

Always the good girl, Kassidy blossoms under the attentions of two loving men, but neither she nor Chris are expecting the ménage to take a quarter turn toward Dag…and his feelings for Chris. When it’s revealed that Dag’s attraction to Chris is one big reason he left town, a tangled mess of old hurts and new feelings might destroy friendship. Love. Might destroy everything.
 

Warning: This book a contains a couple already in love, a couple falling in love and a couple in love who didn’t know it; also multiple scorching sex scenes including girl with boy, girl with two boys, boy with boy and two boys with girl...whew!

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Rule of Three:

A couple of yellow cabs waited on Oak Street when they emerged from the alley where the club was and Dag lifted a hand. One pulled up and all three of them climbed into the back. The night air had cooled her heated skin, but now inside the taxi the air was heavy, pulsing with thick arousal. There was enough sexual energy in that vehicle to power the small hybrid car for many miles. Her heart pounded all the way home, and she stared at her bare knees, once again in the middle of the two men. It was only a short ride back to their place, and when she unlocked the door and let them into the condo, her heart sped up even more. She could hardly breathe, the sense of anticipation tightening her lungs.

They walked into the condo, Chris leading the way and flicking on a lamp. He turned and the three of them stood there, snared in a net of erotic tension.

Chris held out a hand to Kassidy and she drifted across the living room to take it without a word. He slid his hand into her hair, cupped the back of her head and kissed her. She melted into him, already a semi-liquid puddle of arousal.

“Watching you dance with Dag was fucking hot,” he whispered against the corner of her mouth.

Questions backed up in her brain but none of them came out of her mouth. Then Chris did the same thing Dag had done, started sliding up the skirt of her dress, baring the back of her thighs to Dag.

This was a dangerous game they were playing. She was so turned on, so fevered with hunger, it made her afraid of what she might do. They were just fooling around, making each other—all three of them—hot and bothered. How far would they go?

“What panties are you wearing?” Chris murmured.

Her throat was so tight she could barely speak.

“Show us,” he urged.

She couldn’t move, her body locked into place, her heart racing.

“She’s not going to show us her panties,” Dag said. “Kassidy’s a good girl. Isn’t that what your sister said?”

His words mocked her, the words her sister had used, her sister who always made fun of her and made her feel like a straight-laced prude, even though she wasn’t. She was different from Hailey, sure, but it wasn’t like she was totally naïve.

She didn’t want to be a good girl. And she wanted Dag to know that. The sexual tension that had been building inside her for the last week, so much that fast, hard sex with Chris in the shower and even up against the bedroom door had still not quite satisfied her, was leading her into doing naughty things. A heavy ache pulsed in her pelvis.

She took a step back, lifting up her dress. She glanced at Dag, who stood there watching them with scorching intensity, his mouth a tight line of self-control.

“Nice,” Chris said. “Don’t you think, Dag?”

“Very nice.”

Her panties were a band of pink lace around her hips. She bit her bottom lip, knowing how wet they were. Dag smiled at her. Her fingers trembled, clutching the fabric of her dress.

“You haven’t told her, have you?” Dag looked at Chris.

Chris’s eyes met Dag’s. Kassidy’s gaze darted back and forth between them.

“Told me what?”

“No,” Chris said.

“Are you afraid Kassidy will be shocked?” Dag continued. “Because she is a good girl.”

“Told me what?”

Chris’s eyes narrowed and his body tensed next to her. Dag’s eyes gleamed and his wicked smile made her body pulse again.

“Told you…” Dag’s gaze moved over her face. “About the threesomes we used to have.”

Her mouth did drop open a little. Okay, she wasn’t naïve, but the idea that Chris and Dag had done that…gave her a jolt. She turned to Chris.

He gave her a sheepish little smile. “It was a long time ago.”

Wow.

She wasn’t jealous. She knew Chris had had girlfriends before her. She even knew some of them. They were all done and gone before she came along.

“Does that disgust you, Kassidy?” Dag asked.

“No.” She had to close her eyes against the wave of heated arousal that shimmered through her body, a sharp, forbidden thrill.

“Or does it turn you on?”

How could she admit that to Dag…to Chris!

She met Chris’s gaze. “It turns me on.”

“Oh sweetie.” Chris’s voice was a groan.

They were just talking about it. It wasn’t like they were going to do it.

“Who did you do it with?” The words slid out of her mouth.

They exchanged a glance then Chris said, “It doesn’t matter who, sweetheart. Like I said, it was a long time ago. Before you.”

Curiosity scorched her. She wanted to know what happened—who did what to whom. The idea of two men making love to her at the same time seemed incredibly hot. Her skin tingled and tightened with electric pulses of heat and longing.

Their eyes met once again, exchanging some kind of wordless communication. She wanted to know what they were thinking. What if they wanted to do it? What if they wanted to share her, like they apparently had shared girls before?

A moan leaked out of her. Her breasts swelled and ached, her nipples tingled and her pussy clenched hard at the idea of being with two men.

Chris was such a conservative guy, she could hardly believe what they were telling her. His earlier revelation that he wanted to watch her with someone else had been a prelude to this shocker. But then he looked into her eyes and sparkles shot through her body at the question she saw on his face.

It wasn’t because of her sister. She had nothing to prove to Hailey. Kassidy was her own person and comfortable with how she lived her life. But at that moment, she wanted to be the bad girl. She wanted excitement. She wanted that adrenaline rush that Dag got from taking risks, making dangerous business deals, jumping out of airplanes. And she wanted Dag.

She licked her lips and turned her attention to Dag. He watched her with hot, predatory eyes, his beautifully shaped mouth smiling slightly, and she knew he wanted her too. She’d known it all along.

She would never cheat on Chris. Never. She’d never been tempted, not even once. If he wanted this, it wouldn’t be cheating. But it was the baddest thing she’d ever contemplated doing in her entire, careful life.

Once again she met her boyfriend’s eyes. “Do you want to?” he finally asked out loud.

She couldn’t do it. She wanted to. How could she do something like that? Arousal swelled and burned inside her, and she countered, “Do you want to?”

Because You Love Me

Mari Carr

Safety in numbers? Depends on what you mean by
safe
…

Bridget Wilder’s life is shot to hell—literally—when she witnesses the murder of her best friend, Lyle. Protective custody? What a joke. Time after time, someone has leaked her whereabouts, forcing her to run from one safe house to the next.
 

Tired of cold, lonely beds and living in fear, Bridget convinces her guardian cop she’s safer off the grid, following Lyle’s trail of clues to a missing flash drive that could put the killer behind bars.

It doesn’t take twins Mark and Matt James long to figure out two things. Bridget’s not only in trouble, she
is
trouble—they both want her. When things get a little hot and heavy one night, though, they’re stunned to discover that they don’t mind sharing. And she loves being shared.
 

Between the James brothers’ hot, hard bodies, Bridget finally feels safe—and loved. When a hit man tracks her down, the last thing she wants is for them to place those bodies between her and danger. But those cowboys have other ideas. Like keeping her alive long enough to convince her she belongs with them. Forever.

Warning: Scary times ahead! An evil judge, a car chase, a hit man and more! Luckily, the rough times are soothed by lots and lots of ménage sex with two red-hot alpha cowboys.
 

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