Glutton for Pleasure (26 page)

All they can do is trust that love will somehow bring their gypsy-hearted lover home again.

Warning: Explicit, erotic m/m/f passion. Double penetration takes on a whole new
meaning—the hot and sensual combinations will leave you needing a cold shower!

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Our Man Friday: Kye handed each of them a large bath towel. He stripped off his wet shirt and stepped out of his jeans without a trace of self-consciousness. Cassidy was wrapping the towel around her head.

“Take off that soaking shirt first.” Kye’s voice was commanding Cassidy’s cheeks were pink, but she obeyed, removing the towel and letting it drop to the floor.

Ian caught his breath. His heart was beating too fast. He was dizzy and he knew it wasn’t just from the rum. Why had he kept Cassidy at arm’s length for so long? How could he have been so stupid, so shut down and self-centered to imagine things were better when kept on a superficial level? He wanted her more than he ever had.

Cassidy stood like a young goddess, her coppery hair falling in wet sheets past her shoulders, her perfect breasts tipped with dark pink nipples, distended and plump, ripe for sucking. She pulled off her shorts, leaving pink lacey panties that hugged the pooching lips of her sex. Ian groaned aloud with desire before he could stop himself. Cassidy flushed and bent to pick up the towel, this time wrapping it around her body.

Kye looked to him. “Take off those wet things. We’ll all snuggle in that big bed of yours, if you’re of a mind.”

Now Ian focused on Kye—his eyes drawn to the thick, erect cock pointing upward at an angle toward his hip, barely covered by his black bikini briefs. He wanted Kye too, wanted him more than he’d ever wanted any other man.

He pulled off his wet clothing and left it where it fell, though he, too, kept on his underwear.

In a daze of excitement, nerves and desire, he followed the pair into his bedroom. He watched as Cassidy dropped the towel and slipped beneath his sheets.

Kye stretched out beside her above the sheets, crossing his ankles and lacing his hands behind his head. Ian stood frozen at the end of the bed, trying to process what was happening—

what he wanted to have happen. His body already knew, but his brain was taking a while to catch up.

“Join us?” Kye held out his hand in a welcoming gesture. “We’ll just lie down like we were outside. No pressure.”

Ian relaxed some at Kye’s calm voice and easy tone. Kye was right—just lying down together, same as they had been on the picnic blanket, didn’t mean they were signing up for anything.

Ian sat on the edge of the bed, hoping his voice didn’t betray his nerves. “This feels strange,”

he admitted.

Cassidy nodded, though she remained mute, her large green eyes flitting from Kye to Ian.

Kye offered, “Aye, it’s a new situation, but we don’t have to define it. Just think of it as an adventure. A new adventure for all three of us. Let’s give it a chance, why don’t we?”

Cassidy reached out to Ian suddenly, her arms open in invitation, her expression pleading.

Something snapped in Ian’s heart—the dam he’d built to keep himself safe was washed away in a tumbling rush of desire and longing. Had she really wanted him all this time, as Kye had claimed? Could he have been so blind?

His heart tapping rapidly, he lay down beside Cassidy. Kye lifted himself on an elbow.

“Now, I believe, before the storm interrupted us, we were about to give this lovely young woman a back massage. Is that your recollection, Ian?”

“Yeah.” He smiled at Cassidy, who smiled shyly back.

Kye pressed her shoulder and Cassidy obeyed the unspoken directive, rolling over onto her stomach. He pulled the sheets down to her thighs, revealing her lovely, bare back and luscious ass. A thin line of pink silk spanned her hips, disappearing between her cheeks.

Kye began to massage Cassidy’s shoulders. Ian sat up, kneading the soft flesh of her lower back. In a way, Ian felt as if he were back in high school, during those heady, experimental days when kisses were stolen and each touch was new and even terrifying. He could sense Cassidy’s nervousness as well, though it was clear she wanted whatever was happening between the three of them. Only Kye seemed at ease—his touch confident, his expression calm.

Ian focused on Cassidy’s body for a moment, moving his hands over the supple flesh, though he couldn’t stop sneaking glances at the man across from him. Kye’s body was muscular and lean, his cock jutting straight up on his belly, held in place by his underwear. The crown and at least two inches were exposed above the waistband.

Kye brought his hand to rest over Ian’s and their eyes met. Ian wondered if Kye could hear the thud of his heart, or if Cassidy could feel it pulsing through his hands. Kye slid one finger upward along Ian’s forearm. Tentatively Ian touched Kye’s shoulder, hard muscle in rounded definition beneath his fingers. Cassidy lay still beneath them.

Kye smiled and shifted until he too was sitting up. Ian stared openly now at his body, fascinated by the fat head of the cock peeking out from his underwear. Cassidy’s head was cradled in her arms, her face hidden. Ian pulled his gaze from Kye’s cock, dropping his hand to cup one round globe of her lovely ass. She gave a small moan and arched up to meet his touch.

Kye, his eyes still on Ian’s face, pushed his underwear down enough to reveal his shaft, which was thick and straight, engorged with blood. He gripped it and moved his hand up and down, the gesture deeply erotic. Ian was breathing too fast. He closed his mouth, willing himself to calm down.

His cock felt like it was going to explode. Following Kye’s cue, he dared to grip his own shaft, though he didn’t pull aside his underwear to do so, instead reaching into it. He closed his eyes a moment, savoring the pleasure and momentary relief his hand gave him.

He imagined Cassidy’s mouth sliding hot and wet over it but the image shifted of its own accord to Kye kneeling before him, his dark head bowed as he took Ian’s cock deep into his throat.

He opened his eyes to see Kye was still watching him, his gaze intense, almost fierce. Again he had the unsettling feeling of being utterly transparent, defenseless against Kye’s discerning gaze.

Cassidy chose that moment to twist over onto her back. “What happened to my massage…?”

Her words died in her throat and her eyes widened as she took in the two men, each with his hand wrapped around his cock.

“Oh.” Her voice was soft and filled with wonder. Her tongue darted pink over her lower lip.

Ian’s cock ached for her mouth. His body tingled with the recollection of the smooth, silky perfection of her bare body and the gripping, wet warmth of her pussy.

Added to his desire for Cassidy was his undeniable lust for Kye. Kye had stretched out beside Cass, his hand resting on her hip. Again Cassidy held her arms out to Ian. He allowed her to draw him down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close for a kiss.

As her lips sought his, she pressed the length of her body along his. She tasted of strawberries and rum. Her tongue moved eagerly in his mouth. Her erect nipples pressed against his chest, sending sparks of pleasure straight to his cock.

“Oh, Ian.” Her voice caught in her throat, the longing in it making his heart wrench. He kissed her hard, hoping his kiss conveyed the words he didn’t have. She kissed him back, her arms tight around him.

Ian reveled in the soft touch of her lips, but at the same time he was somewhat self-conscious, aware Kye was watching them. After several moments Cassidy pulled back and then snuggled against his chest, hiding her face.

Ian’s eye was drawn to Kye’s large hand, which had remained on Cassidy’s hip. The hand began to move from her hip over the sensuous curve of her ass. Ian licked his lips as Kye hooked a finger beneath the waistband of her thong, dragging the fabric down until he’d pulled the panties completely from her body.

Cassidy had to be aware of what was happening, though her face remained hidden against Ian’s chest. Was she okay with this? He pulled back from her and lifted her chin. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright.

“You want this, Cass? You want us both?”

She nodded.

Sometimes love knocks softly…and sometimes it breaks down your door.

Taken

© 2009 Anya Bast

Anne’s morning starts like any other normal day—and ends in a race for her life. The surprise that interrupts her regular date with a latte looks a lot like Frankenstein, except this monster is for real. And it chases her straight into the arms of two mouthwatering hunks who whisk her away from everything she knows. That would be Earth.

Suddenly life isn’t so normal anymore.

Caleb and Van have been watching Anne for several weeks. Women are scarce in their world, a situation that sometimes forces two or more males to share one wife between them. Anne is their perfect match. Now all they have to do is convince her of that—while trying desperately not to let their intense desire for her scare her away.

Then there’s the little matter of protecting her from the Guardians, who want to make sure no match is ever made…

Warning: Contains explicit language, ménage a trois sex scenes and big scary monsters.

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Taken:

Van gave a low, throaty laugh that gave her goose bumps. “It’s something Caleb and I have done often, shared a woman. You’re different, of course, more meaningful to us. All the same, we will take the lead. And once we’ve started”—he raised his hand another inch, until his index finger touched her cunt—“you won’t be worried about the
logistics
anymore. Just leave that to us.”

Gah part two
. Her mind stuttered for a moment before she could form a coherent thought.

Okay, so where was the downside again? It was…er,
where?

“Uh, okay.”

Van gave her a slow, sure smile that made her feel warm and a little achy.

Caleb leaned in and kissed her earlobe. “In the bedroom where you woke up, there is a door leading to the bathroom. Stay here, finish your meal, then go there in about five minutes.” Van and Caleb slid from their seats and left the kitchen.

Oh God, what was she doing? Had she seriously just agreed to have sex with the two men who’d abducted her that very morning? What the hell was going on in her head? Was she completely hormone blinded? If she was, could she be blamed? She shook her head and stared out the kitchen window at the perfectly idyllic scene beyond it. Right now, she was alone. If she wanted, she could get up, leave the house and walk out into the forest. Of course, then she had a host of other problems. What alien creatures lurked in those surrounding trees? Where was the portal anyway?

Was there even a portal at all?

And, by the way, what healthy, unattached, red-blooded woman with a positive attitude about sex let an opportunity like this slide past? It’s not like she would be betraying someone she’d left behind. Her career had dominated everything in recent years, though she had been dating fairly steadily. She was just…picky. A man had to be really special in order to compete with her first love—the law. She hadn’t met any man yet who had challenged that primary passion of hers.

So why not play?

Portal or no portal, coma or no coma, she was not going to allow this opportunity to pass her by. She pushed her bowl away, stood and walked into the bedroom where she’d awoken. Candles lit the round room, casting a rosy, flickering glow over the satin bedclothes of the large, round-shaped bed she’d slept in. A fire burned merrily in the hearth.

The bathroom was large with fluffy rugs covering the tiled floor. A huge bathtub took up one corner. The warm water within softly circulated with the help of gentle jets. Caleb and Van were nowhere to be seen, but surely they had been the ones to fill the tub.

She shed her clothes and laid them over a chair in the corner, near a standing shower. There was a black hair clip on the counter and she twisted her long hair up and secured it so it wouldn’t get wet. Then she walked up the steps to the tub and sank into the welcoming water. Anne couldn’t stifle the deep groan of pleasure that issued from her throat as the heat entered her muscles and relaxed them.

She had just rested on one of the ledges circling the inside of the tub when Van entered the room wearing only a towel. Caleb followed soon after, also dressed in only a towel. The light in the room was dim, but she traced each of their chests, shoulders and arms with her gaze in the time it took them to cross the room and reach the bathtub. Caleb was leanly muscular and smooth

of chest, whereas Van possessed a smattering of golden hair. Both of them had broad shoulders, narrow hips and washboard abs. Both of them were any woman’s fantasy fodder.

Van whipped his towel off and slid into the water. She got only a glimpse of his cock, nestled in a tangle of gold hair, sculpted thighs and a curved, perfect ass. Caleb entered the water more slowly, dropped his towel at the edge and sliding down into the water. It gave her a chance to check him out fully. She loved what she saw.

This moment, with the gazes of these two men on her so hungrily, made up for much of the hardship and stress she had endured throughout the day.

“Do you like the water?” Caleb asked, as he eased to one side of her.

“It’s incredible. It’s different in some subtle way from the water I’m used to.”

Van moved to her other side. He pushed a few escaped wet tendrils from her hair clip over her shoulder and studied her face for a moment before speaking. “It is naturally cleansing water.

You do not need soap. Also, it has minerals in it that will relax your body and help you sleep,
cara
. You will need extra sleep for a while after having gone through the portal. It’s a sort of inter-dimensional jet lag.”

“Uh, huh.” Her thoughts were miles away from the bath water.

Both men leaned in at the same time to kiss along her throat and nibble under her ear lobe.

Her breath caught in her throat and her body began to tingle. In unison, their hands moved over her body. Van touched her breasts and Caleb slid his hand up her thigh under the water.