Wicked Garden (11 page)

Madeline Jones is having the time of her life with Gabriel Carter, a man who fulfills every one of her sexual fantasies. She’s sure it can’t get any better than this…until Gabe introduces her to his best friend.

When Connor Regan enters the mix, sparks fly. Suddenly Maddie wants more than just Gabe, she wants Connor, too. The two men seem happy to oblige.

But threesomes have a way of getting complicated. Hearts can be broken. Although Gabe and Connor play by a strict set of rules designed to minimize the damage, true love does not always adhere to the guidelines.

Sometimes, to fulfill the dream of having the love of a lifetime, even the most comprehensive codes of honor have to be challenged.

He walked towards Gabe’s room.

I’m coming now.

Anticipation tightened his stomach. Would Maddie invite him in—or slam the door in his face?

He paused outside the room, adjusted his shirt so it covered his aching dick, and then opened the door. The sight that greeted him almost brought him to his knees. It would have sent any other man running, but Connor was not any other man.

Gabe knelt naked on the bed, his head thrown back, his mouth open. Crouched before him, on all fours, was Maddie. Her face was nestled in Gabe’s lap, her head bobbed up and down. Her clothes were scattered on the floor and her bare butt stuck up prettily in the air, facing him.

The scent of sex permeated the air.

Connor’s tortured lungs searched for oxygen. Christ, hadn’t he been able to breathe just a few seconds ago?

Maddie had a perfect backside. Her ass was round and plump. Not skinny or scrawny or muscular, but soft and inviting and feminine. Connor clenched his fists at his side, repressing the need to run his palms over all that womanly flesh. He drew in a shuddery mouthful of air, groaning in frustration when it did not reach his chest.

Gabe lifted his head at the sound and found Connor watching them. Their gazes met and held. Gabe hid nothing. His expression was open, intense, and Connor raised an eyebrow. Gabe smiled the smile of an alpha male. Dominant, triumphant and confident.

Connor returned his grin with equal conviction. Maddie seemed oblivious to his presence.

In a tender move, Gabe scooped up handfuls of Maddie’s hair and bunched it on top of her head, giving Connor the tiniest glimpse of her lips wrapped around Gabe’s dick. Fuck, he’d commit murder just to have that mouth on his cock.

“Is this what you want, baby?” Gabe asked Maddie. “Just you and me in the room together like this?”

Maddie muttered something unintelligible.

Gabe glanced at Connor. “Or would you prefer it if Connor stood behind you, watching as you sucked my cock?”

Her low moan reverberated straight through to Connor’s spine. Maddie shifted, then squeezed her legs together and moaned again.

“Thinking of Connor watching us makes you wet, baby.” Gabe’s eyes glinted. “Doesn’t it?”

Maddie gasped. She shifted again, and this time drew her legs apart, affording Connor a most enticing view. Hidden between the soft flesh of her thighs was her pussy. It was pink and pretty and puffy—and drenched. As he watched, a trickle of cream slid down her inner thigh.

Connor did not move an inch. Not one single inch. He stood where he was, rooted to the ground.

Maddie released Gabe’s cock with a wet pop. She lifted her head and looked up at Gabe. “Yes. It makes me wet.” She licked his shaft, from the very bottom all the way up to the very top.

Gabe’s jaw clenched and he swallowed.

She pulled back. “But not as wet as the thought of him watching me fuck you does.” Another trickle of moisture down her thigh corroborated her words.

Connor leaned back hard against the wall. The soft thud echoed through his ears.

Gabe nodded and reached for a condom. “Do it, baby,” he urged as he sheathed himself. “Fuck me, while Connor watches.”

Still on all fours, with her butt perched in the air, Maddie twisted her neck to look at Connor.

Holy fuck
. She’d known he was there all along. He could see it in her eyes, in the sinuous way she looked at him, in her heavy-lidded gaze. She’d deliberately opened her legs, deliberately shown him what thoughts of him did to her.

Maddie ran her tongue over her lower lip, then drew the same lip into her mouth with her front teeth. Connor felt it in his dick, felt the scrape of her teeth over his tip and he bit his cheek hard.

The impulse to reach out to her was overwhelming. The need to crouch behind her and bury his face between her cheeks almost choked him. He checked his actions, forcing himself to relax against the wall instead. Maddie might be turned on by the idea of her and Gabe doing it while Connor watched, but she had nothing on him. He wanted to watch her fucking his friend almost as much as he wanted to slide his own dick into her slick, wet pussy.

Maddie turned away from Connor. She pushed herself onto her knees and gave Gabe her full attention, leaning forward to kiss him. As their mouth met, Gabe drew his hands around Maddie’s hips and then down over her butt, drawing her cheeks apart, offering Connor another look. Then Gabe slipped a finger inside her.

Maddie let out a strangled cry and Gabe slipped another finger in. Connor could not tear his gaze away. He watched as his friend drew his hand down then pushed it back up again, clearly saw his fingers disappear into Maddie’s body.

Fuck, his jeans suddenly shrunk two sizes. Connor loosened the button and fly. He had no intention of touching himself, but if he continued like this, within the tight stricture of his pants, he’d lose the ability to ever perform again.

Gabe fucked Maddie with his fingers, while Maddie wrapped her arms around his neck and continued kissing him. Her juices streamed from her pussy, down over Gabe’s hand.

Shite, the woman was responsive. She threw herself into the act with no reserve. It didn’t take long before Maddie gasped. Tremors wracked her body and Gabe’s hand stilled—trapped, Connor imagined, in the tight clenching of Maddie’s vagina. Then her head dropped to Gabe’s shoulder and she sat panting, Gabe holding her weight.

He whispered into her ear, loud enough for Connor to hear. “Do it, baby. Now. While I watch Connor watching you as you come on my dick.”

She nodded then and swiveled around languidly. Her face was flushed, her lips full and swollen. Her hair was a mess of tangled honey. Connor couldn’t drag his gaze away.

He watched as she pushed up high on her knees and straddled Gabe’s waist, her back to his chest. He watched as she reached down and grabbed Gabe’s cock, positioning it just so. And he watched as gradually she lowered herself down onto him, her hips pushing lower, her pussy welcoming his cock, inch by slow inch until Gabe was buried deep, deep inside her.

“Oh, Christ,” Gabe gasped

Justin Winston got more than he bargained for on his summer drive, but he should have known nothing is ever that easy. He’s met the woman of his dreams yet he doesn’t know who she is. Luckily, he can always count on his practical brother for the things that matter, and this time is no exception. But, when a web of corporate espionage entangles them all, it’s clear Justin isn’t the only one who’s fallen for their mysterious siren.

In Justin and Jason, Alexa finds something as unique and rare as the patent they will risk their lives to secure. The freedom to explore—and satisfy—the full range of her desires. From naughty to nice. Can Alexa accept the love of two men?

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Nice and Naughty:

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a low groan, he closed the narrow gap between them, sealing his mouth over hers. He dropped the hood in place and put his hand to better use, wrapping it around her hip, yanking her tight against the hard plane of his chest. His height made Alexa strain on tiptoes to return his kiss. Eager to help, he tucked his other hand around her thigh, just beneath the curve of her ass, and hoisted her up higher on his body.

Even as he bit at her lips, the growing evidence of his desire prodded the fly of her shorts. The denim she wore couldn’t prevent the thick ridge of his dick from imprinting the soft curve of her belly as it filled with each rapid beat of his heart, pressing into her. She squirmed against him, instinctively aligning them so her pussy rubbed against the bulge in his jeans.

They fit perfectly together.

Her hands tangled in his hair, loving the way the silky strands teased the sensitive crevices between her fingers. She kneaded his scalp, urging him to take her mouth deeper. His head angled over hers, intensifying the kiss as his tongue lashed playfully against the seam of her lips. She drew it inside her mouth and sucked. He tasted like peppermint.

She moaned with regret when he pulled away.

“I’m going to set you on the hood.” He rumbled in her ear in between nibbles of her neck.

“No! Wait.”

Though he looked disappointed, he stopped without hesitation.

The heat suffusing her face highlighted her discomfort with being so brazen. “I…I don’t want to scratch the paint. Take my shorts off first.”

Strained laughter burst from his chest. It transformed his features from rugged to unbearably handsome.

“Honey, you’re my every fantasy.”

Kneeling in front of her, he flipped up the hem of her shirt to place hungry kisses on her stomach as he unbuttoned her cutoffs. He lowered them down her legs, following the fabric with his mouth, kissing a trail of fire down her inner thighs.

Alexa shuddered when work-roughened hands grabbed her ass and placed her on the car like some erotic hood ornament. Guiding her feet, he rested them on the front fender, straddling his torso. Her arms fell back, braced behind her. Although the metal warmed her skin, bare now except for the sexy thong she wore, the shade kept it from burning her.

His hands ran up her abdomen, pushing the halter top higher to expose her breasts. She would have begged him to touch her but he seemed to know exactly where and how she wanted to be stroked. One of his hands cupped a breast while his tongue laved the aching center of the other. With the side of his face tucked against her skin, which glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration, he looked up.

The desire burning in his eyes matched the lust roaring inside her. Their gazes locked. He waited for her to take the next step.

“More,” was all she could say.

“Yes.” His hands raked down her torso, fingers grazing each rib with tantalizing precision. When they feathered over her abdomen, her muscles reflexively tightened. Alexa wasn’t sure who moaned when the contraction caused the arousal building inside her to flow out onto her pussy lips, soaking the tiny cotton band tucked between her legs.

She thought she heard a gruff, muffled curse just before he tugged the strip of her underwear to the side and buried his face between her legs. Then she didn’t care. The combination of her copious fluids and the heat of his mouth against her shaved mound wiped away everything else. When his tongue dipped between her labia to circle her clit she almost came on the spot. His enthusiastic lapping drew out her arousal, which he devoured as though he couldn’t get enough of her taste.

Pleasure flowed from his skilled mouth directly into her veins. With her head tilted back, her half-closed eyes facing the fluffy clouds in the perfect blue sky, she concentrated on the intoxicating way he manipulated her flesh and didn’t notice his hand moving until the blunt tip of his finger tested her dripping pussy.

She moaned and thrust her hips at his seeking hand. He worked her open, dipping in further each time he drove the digit inside. When his finger tunneled within her, palm facing upwards, he curled the long length until it pressed against her G-spot. The sensation overwhelmed her with pleasure. This man had moves she had only read about.

Hovering on the edge of an orgasm, she shrieked. Mistaking the cry of pleasure for surprise or pain, he paused, keeping her climax just out of reach. In that moment of clarity, she craved more. Having the most amazing orgasm of her life no longer seemed like enough.

“I want you inside me. Now.”

It may not have been the most graceful move she ever saw, but he somehow managed to balance her thighs on his shoulders while he ripped his wallet from his back pocket. He retrieved a condom before dropping the billfold on the ground, unconcerned about the rest of the contents. With one hand, he got the button of his jeans undone and the fly spread open. The other hand shoved his pants and dark gray briefs out of the way, allowing him to thread the most magnificent cock she’d ever seen through the opening of his leather chaps.

As he rolled the condom over his raging hard-on, he stepped between her legs and claimed her mouth. This kiss was a thousand times more potent than the first, so stimulating it shocked her. Unrestrained now, he possessed her with a natural dominance that coerced her body to bow even closer to his. While he claimed her mouth, he massaged her clit. The contrast of his harsh kiss and tender teasing had her writhing beneath him.

“Now. Please, now.”

His knees bent forward, resting on the edge of the hood, and the head of his cock notched against her a moment before he thrust, driving his broad shaft a few inches inside her tight, clinging sheath. Her arms came up, banding around his solid back.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned. “I’m not going to last.”