Three-Way Tie (Neighborly Affection) (4 page)

Holding her in place with the jute, he claimed her mouth. She flowed like water, rounding rough edges, filling every gap beneath a pristine surface. The water of life. Too necessary for his thirst to wait. The bed too far, the table too far, even the wall behind her too far. “My brave, beautiful girl.”

He spun her and splayed his hand over the green cord harness. Pushed. “Palms flat on the floor, Alice. Spread your legs for me.”

Trembling thighs parted at his command, weight balanced above strong, slender ankles. A moan shook free of her throat. The sloping curves of her ass rocked to the beat trapped in her blood. A beat he would attempt to match.

“Hours of waiting rush through your body in an instant. Is that what gives the moment such power, do you think?” Unbuckled and unzipped, he freed his cock and rubbed the shaft over her panty-clad ass. “Lust super-saturated and compressed until the vessel can hold no more.”

He slid through her thighs and savored her sighing joy. A tease of pressure, his cockhead bumping at her clitoris, and she shuddered. Wetness seeped through to his skin.

“But you, my dearest…” He peeled her panties aside, the fabric slippery and struggling to return. “Even overflowing, you make room for me.”

He sank deep. Her groaning relief matched his low growl. “Yes, just so. I’ll fuck you whenever it pleases me, and you’ll always be eager to receive me, won’t you, Alice?”

“Always,” she answered, her voice thin and breathless. Jay’s soft whine offered an underlying note of agreement. “Want more.”

He thrust harder, and her flesh engulfed him with ease. A tight hug of her own, clenching bands of muscle more powerful than the ropes she adored. His cock touched the center of the world, where heat and pressure crushed him into diamond. He swept his thumb across the tighter ring of puckered flesh calling to him.

She’d been too tense for anal play in the last few weeks. She’d had no preparation today. He stroked in firm circles. Denim rustled—Jay seeking a better view and whimpering as he found one.

“Such a temptress,” Henry crooned. She flexed under his thumb. “Do you miss me here?”

Her straining thighs, backward wiggle, and dry, choked
yes
left no room for doubt. He centered his thumb and kept up the pressure without entering.

“We’ll do something about that soon, Alice.” Steady thrusting, even as her heat clamped down on his cock. “We must be ready for your birthday.” Faster. Scrotum swaying. Thumb pressing. Opposite fingers pinching explosive nerves. “My sweet girl will take both of her gifts at once.”

She scalded him in the rush of her climax, her uncontrolled speed and snug fit sending him tumbling after. Four sharp thrusts of exquisite pleasure after hours of denial. More than worth the delay when she rewarded him with the cascading riot of her need, the melody of her moans and whimpers, the rich musk flooding his nose.

“Delightful,” he murmured. “Someone’s excited about her birthday.”

Her giggle rippled through her body to his. “I like my gifts hard and thick and coming in pairs.”

“A simple request to accommodate.” Bending forward, he slipped his hands under the shoulder straps of her harness and pulled her upright with him. “We’ll practice tonight, shall we?”

He beckoned to his boy and clasped them both, one hand at their hips and the other curved around the back of Jay’s neck. Besotted elation suffused him with pride as Jay ducked his head and nuzzled the rope crossing Alice’s shoulder. Spare lengths lay in the drawer, waiting only for the question to be asked.

How far they’d come. How much stronger they’d grown with their lives knotted together. Tensile strength, Alice would term it. Belaying lines, Jay would say. None would snap or fall while the other two held them fast. Three vibrant strands, crossing and
recrossing, each retaining its beauty and strength in the design. The harmony of a fishing net cast from his hand. He’d hauled in his dear ones. They no longer flowed out like water rejoining the sea. He’d crafted a hammock instead, sturdy knots that cradled the pair flowing into his embrace.

“Scamper off to the bedroom, my dears.” Nudging pats sent them on their way, his brave boy teasing and his sweet girl laughing. “We’ve more games yet to play.”

Fine purveyor of quality distractions

M.Q. Barber obeys Henry, Alice, and Jay whenever she can in the hope of coaxing more stories out of them. So far, they’ve always delivered. If she went more than a day without jotting down a book idea, she’d spend the night scouring WebMD or the Mayo Clinic online for the source of such a terrifying condition.

Luckily, M.Q. has an understanding husband who doesn’t balk at sharing her with a multitude of fictional characters. Their puppy, being somewhat less understanding, makes her displeasure known by sprawling across the keyboard. M.Q. is certain the dog would share her fascination if only she learned to read. Progress on that project stalled when the puppy chewed through the reading material.

Jay is a much better behaved puppy—but, to be fair, Henry and Alice are much more consistent masters.

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The Neighborly Affection series

Playing the Game

Crossing the Lines

Healing the Wounds

Becoming His Master (forthcoming)

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She expects dinner with neighbors, but gets sex with a side of
safewords.

Mechanical engineer Alice still drools over her sexy neighbors a year after she’s moved in. She can’t decide whether they’re roommates or partners, but either way, they spark a wanton desire in her that has her imagination--and vibrator--working overtime.

Henry, director of everything around him, studies human nature and applies philosophies to his paintings as well as his relationships. Quirky, polite to a fault, and formal, he follows his own code of honor even when it means denying himself.

Flirtatious and playful, Jay needs stability, guidance, and to please others. His antics counterbalance Henry’s stuffy ways while he brings a level of vulnerability and fun to everything the trio does.

BDSM play with the enigmatic artist and flirtatious joker across the hall allows Alice to put aside the linear thought processes which have kept her unsatisfied and distant with other lovers. She must dismiss her preconception of love, sacrificing her independence, if she’s to find a permanent place in their beds and hearts.

Warning
: Explicit sex, graphic language, BDSM, bondage, spanking, mmf menage.

82,000 w
ords

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Playing the Game
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See how Henry, Alice, and Jay’s relationship began in
Playing the Game (Neighborly Affection #1)
.

Henry clicked his tongue. “Jay and I have both noticed your interest, Alice. It’s nothing of which you need be ashamed. We’re flattered.”

She waited for his gentle brush-off. God, why couldn’t she meet any
available
nice guys? Ones who could dress themselves in the morning and put a meal on the table once in a while? Ones who could hold her attention for more than three dates but wouldn’t pressure her for commitment?

“Definitely flattered,” Jay chimed in. His gaze raked over her body.

The move might’ve earned a stranger a drink in the face, but not Jay, her de facto best friend. His look was what she’d wanted when she put the dress on. Even if he was untouchable.

No rule against fantasizing. She’d apologize and promise to rein it in and everything would be fine.

“Manners, Jay.” Henry released her arm to pull out her chair. “I won’t tolerate such boorish behavior. Alice deserves more dignified attentions.”

She studied her sandals against the dining room rug. Dignified, undignified…hell, she liked ’
em both.

“She wants to play, Henry. You know she does, even if she hasn’t said so.”

Jay rarely sounded so serious. She opened her mouth to ask about their game when Henry spoke.

“
Enough
, Jay. Sit down and keep your eyes on your plate if you can’t be polite.”

Jay’s eyes, defiant, lusting, caught hers. And then he sat and stared at his plate. What the hell had she walked into tonight?

“Alice. Please accept my apologies for Jay’s rather forward behavior.” Henry took a softer tone with her than with Jay, gentler, and his hand grazed her bare back. “The young are always in such a rush.”

She would’ve smiled if she weren’t so confused by their behavior tonight. Jay might have her birthday beat by eighteen months, but the impatience and immaturity she had shed still clung to him. Henry had a decade on Jay, but age wasn’t what set him apart. She imagined him mature and controlled even as a child. Dignified.

Henry tipped his head and captured her gaze. He was taller than she was. Not much. She might match him in heels, not that it mattered, since they weren’t dating and never would be. His height hit the sweet spot that made standing beside him exquisite, even if she’d never admit it aloud to the ones she turned down, the ones who weren’t the perfect fit.

Henry’s fingertips trailed over her spine, and she shivered.

“Except when they’re a bit skittish,” he murmured. “Is that what you are, Alice? Perhaps you’re feeling unsure of your place here?”

She couldn’t meet his gaze for long. His eyes invited her to drown in tender concern, implied an intimacy that made her nervous and needy. Jay proved no help, his focus locked to his plate.

“If you don’t wish to play, my dear, that’s fine. We three may still have a lovely dinner, and your longing looks will be no less welcome for the declined invitation.”

Her gaze flicked back to Henry’s. She wet her lips. Beneath the nerves welled a thrilling jolt, an anticipatory burst of glee.

“But there could be more if I want it?”

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A safeword won’t save her from love.