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He watched Hunter’s dick.

When he bit his lower lip and his tongue flashed over it, soothing the reddened spot, Julia pulled away, and once again offered him Hunter’s penis.

This time he faltered for a second. Then he leaned over and swiped his tongue over the tip of the proffered cock.

Blood raced to Julia’s head, making her dizzy. In her entire life she had never seen anything as mesmerizing.

Jay did it again and then again.

Hunter writhed and his hips surged up, as though asking for more.

Jay obliged. Tentatively he opened his mouth and lowered his lips over Hunter’s shaft. They touched Julia’s fingers, and she released her grasp on Hunter, giving Jay free rein.

Hunter let out a long breath. His arm still covered his eyes, but his lower body was moving now, thrusting up into Jay’s mouth.

God, Julia thought, stunned. She was watching Jay go down on Hunter. A man on a man. The one man she loved doing the other man she loved. It was shocking. Scandalous. It was outrageous. And fascinating. And hot. Oh, dear Lord, the very sight turned her on almost more than sleeping with both of them did.

Julia pushed her hand against her pussy, hoping to ease the sudden ache between her legs. Desire burned within, growing hotter as Jay devoured Hunter. Jay’s face was a study in concentration. His eyes were closed, as though he relished the experience. With each bob of his head, Jay’s confidence seemed to grow, his movements became faster, his expression more intent.

She closed her other hand around Jay’s penis, stunned to find it harder than ever, with a vein pulsing tangibly through it.

“Jules,” Hunter cried. “Fuck, Jules!” He flung his head from side to side, his eyes still closed. “That feels unbelievable.”

Jay froze. His eyes popped open.

“
No.
”
Hunter panted. “Christ, don’t stop.”

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 towards 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:

It was clear they both wanted to, but were each afraid to say it. Afraid of what the other would think. What it would mean.

“Jump,” Dag said.

Kassidy knew exactly what he meant after their conversation about skydiving. How you could analyze and debate the pros and cons, consider everything before making a decision. Sometimes you just had to do it. And deal with the consequences after.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Fuck,” Dag muttered.

This could be the biggest mistake she’d ever made.

I don’t think I can do this.
The words seemed loud in her head, but she hadn’t spoken them out loud. Determination to be bad, to show Dag, the rebel, she could be bad too, mingled with a desire to equally prove to Chris that she wasn’t shocked by the revelation about his past, and she was just as up for naughty fun as he was.

But uncertainty weakened her knees, made her hands tremble. She had no idea what to do. The arousal that had heated her earlier had been crowded out by nerves. They stood there in the living room, in the dark, the lamp in the corner the only illumination.

“Why?” she asked.

They looked back at her. “Why what?” Dag said.

“Why did you do it?”

Another shared look that reminded her of their long—and apparently intimate—history. “I don’t know,” Dag said. “I guess there were girls we both liked and we wanted to share.”

A gazillion questions bounced around in her brain. Were there serious feeling involved? How did that work? Wasn’t there jealousy? Or were those girls just slutty whores who slept with two guys for the fun of it?

Oh stop.
She couldn’t think of those girls as slutty whores because she was about to become one of them. There was nothing wrong about enjoying the pleasure of sex with two gorgeous men, especially when one was the man she loved and the other was someone he cared about and trusted.

“I never thought a lot about why,” Chris said. “It just seemed like the thing to do.”

Dag had turned to look at Chris when he spoke. His eyes moved as he studied his friend, his eyebrows drawn, his mouth tense, his hands in loose fists, and Kassidy sensed emotions inside him, inside Dag, expanding. His chest lifted and his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.

Something inside her caught, twisted. And she realized she wasn’t just doing this for herself. She was doing it for them.

Dag couldn’t believe they were doing this. What the fuck had happened tonight?

He studied Chris, wanting to know what was going on in his friend’s head. Yeah, they’d shared girls before, but never someone one of them had actually had a real relationship with. And much as he wanted to do it, for so very many reasons, he didn’t want Chris and Kassidy to jeopardize their relationship for…this.

But Kassidy’s eyes were hazy and full of lust, her body practically quivering with need. Her mouth tempted him, Christ, he had to have it, taste it.

And he’d get to be with Chris while he was doing it.

Complex emotions rose and fell in him, fragments of thoughts spun away even as he tried to marshal them together into coherency. But his balls were on fire, his dick so hard it hurt, and all those hormones pounding through him were destroying his ability to resist temptation.

He moved towards Kassidy, standing next to Chris, and Chris moved too so they stood like they had on the dance floor, him behind her, the sweet curve of her ass pressing into him, Chris in front of her. Dag started at her shoulders, dragged his hands over slender bones down the soft skin of her arms, onto her hips. His fingers dug into the warm resilience of her flesh beneath the silky dress. She’d let the hem drop so her ass was covered once again, but he’d seen the sweetness that was under there and wanted to touch it.

She let out a moan as the two men pressed her between them, and he smelled her hair, a soft scent that was sweet and sexy, a mix of vanilla and amber.

“So hot,” he whispered. “Aren’t you, Kassidy?”

Another whimper escaped her mouth. He nudged her hair aside to find the warm side of her neck, inhaled her scent again and opened his mouth on her skin. He sucked lightly, dragged his tongue over her. Sweet.

“Ah, sweetheart.” Chris drew her arms up and over his shoulders. “I love you for this. So much. Come on. Let’s go in the bedroom.”

He kissed her mouth and then stepped back. The three of them moved together down the short hall and into the bedroom where Chris had nailed her up against the door earlier. Jesus. Dag’s cock twitched. And now here he was in there with them.

Chris flicked on a lamp beside the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Dag watched as his bare chest appeared, took in the ripped pecs and abs, the flex of biceps as Chris tossed the shirt aside. Dag moved to Kassidy.

“Let me,” he murmured, and once again he drew up the hem of her dress inch by silky inch. She moved her hips as the dress rose higher and he met her eyes as he pulled it up over her waist and then…her breasts. The dress was loose and she lifted her arms for him to tug it over her head, the full mounds of her breasts right there in front of him, swelling over the edge of a pink lace bra that matched the little strip of lace around her hips.

She had a beautiful body—smooth curves, golden skin, the surprise of a diamond glinting in her belly button. He flicked it with a finger. “That’s nice.”

“Thank you.”

Dag glanced at Chris, who had lowered himself to the side of the bed, wearing just his black pants, watching them with hot eyes.

Dag wanted to kiss her. God, he wanted to. His lips parted and he studied her mouth, the pouty bottom lip, the sweet bow of her top lip, the way her teeth gleamed whitely through the slight opening. He heard her indrawn breath as she realized he was looking at her mouth and her lips parted more.

He slid a hand beneath her hair to the back of her neck then glanced once more at Chris, as if to make sure the guy was still okay with this, because, Jesus Christ, he was going to kiss her, kiss her with everything he fucking had.

Chris gave him a slow up-and-down motion of his head as he reached for the fastener of his pants and released it. He rubbed his hard-on beneath the black fabric.

And Dag turned back to Kassidy, bent his head and took her mouth. She opened for him immediately with a soft sound in her throat, her mouth sinfully soft, sweetly delicious and warm as summer. Her hands came to rest on his chest. He wanted her to rub there, but they’d get to that. He kissed her, again and again, long, deep kisses, licked her mouth, found her tongue and played with it. Her body melted against him, all warm, soft skin and pink lace. Jesus.

His other arm slid around her, palm on her back, pressing her against him, her breasts soft, her pussy hot. Damp heat poured off her, in fact, he could smell it, tantalizing feminine arousal. He got lost in it, in everything, the feel of her body in his arms, the taste of her mouth, the vanilla and warm amber and girl scent of her, so much that he forgot about Chris watching them and drifted off on a cloud of erotic pleasure.

This woman…dammit, she affected him. Like no other. What was it about her?

He lifted his head and they gazed at each other, panting, wet-mouthed, blazing eyes.

“Dag.”

Her breathy voice saying his name like that undid him all over again, and he groaned. “This is insane.”

“Yeah.”

And then they both turned to Chris, who had taken his cock out and was stroking it. Kassidy made a little noise as if a gasp had stuck in her throat. “Oh god,” she said.

Dag watched Chris’s hand pull up the thick length of his cock then back down. He’d seen it before. They’d done this before. But still his blood raced fast and hot through his veins at the sight.

Spice and Smoke

Suleikha Snyder

When the cameras stop rolling, the real scene begins.

To their adoring public, Avi Kumar and Trishna Chaudhury are Bollywood’s sweethearts. Behind closed doors, their open marriage lets them freely indulge in all manner of forbidden passions. The arrangement suits them both, but as they begin filming on the set of their new movie, the heat of new and rekindled flames singes the pages of what they thought would be a fresh script.

When costars Michael Gill and Harsh Mathur arrive on set, the sexual temperature goes up exponentially—at least for Trish. She can’t take her eyes of Harsh, for whom she’s carried a torch for years. Avi’s instant attraction to Michael, however, bounces off Michael’s solid wall of resistance.

Meanwhile, ex-boyfriends Vikram Malhotra and Sam Khanna, cast as fictional enemies, are finding it harder and harder to control the very real demons that once cost them the love of a lifetime.

Once the music starts, though, they all have no choice but to dance . And pray the fallout doesn’t ruin all their careers…and destroy their love.

Warning: This book contains gay and straight sexytimes, smoking, drinking, references to drug use, and a gratuitous musical number involving The Beatles.

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