The higher the stakes, the harder they fall—in love.
Going All In
© 2009 Jess Dee
Three of a Kind, Book 1
Julia Savage’s weekly poker games are tearing her apart. She’s in love with two of her fellow card players, and much as she’d like to pick and confess her true feelings to one man, she won’t. Not if it means risking the love of the other.
Hunter Miles has wanted Julia for four months, and he’s about to deal a hand she couldn’t see coming. He’s determined to give her a New Year’s Eve celebration she never expected. He’s going to seduce her—in front of his friend and rival for her affections, Jay Baxter. But Jay’s not willing to lay down his cards. He’s going after Julia too, and he’s not above bluffing to get what he wants. Either way, one of them is going to win her over.
Unless they change the rules of the game. If they double up, there’s a chance they can split the pot…
Warning: This book contains two hunky heroes, a heroine worth betting on, sizzling hot three-way action (m/f/m and m/m/f), a whole lot of unexpected fireworks and a New Year’s Eve to remember.
Enjoy the following excerpt for
Going All In:
God, he tasted good. Clean and musky, with an occasional salty drop for flavor.
Hunter lay on the bed with his legs hanging over the side. His upper body rested on his arms so he could watch Julia at work. The air was filled with his soft, encouraging murmurs.
Julia’s one hand held the base of his penis, the other caressed his balls. His cock was slightly thicker than Jay’s, but just as delectable.
Julia felt someone’s gaze on her back and turned to find Jay standing butt-naked by the bathroom door.
“Fuck,” he swore hoarsely and strode over to the bed where he dropped to his knees beside Julia.
She swirled her tongue around the tip of Hunter’s dick, watching Jay’s face the entire time.
“Jesus, Jules,” Jay gasped. “If I thought I fancied you before, I reckon I’m falling in love with you now.” He did not take his gaze off her mouth.
Her heart lurched beneath her breast, but she forced herself not to get too excited by his words, no matter how much she loved him. After all, they were being said in the heat of passion. Nevertheless, still holding Hunter’s cock in her hand, she lifted her face to Jay’s, inviting him to kiss her.
He did so, hungrily, and when he pulled away and motioned for her to return to Hunter, her lips were swollen and puffy.
Hunter let out a loud groan. “I reckon I’m falling pretty damn hard myself.”
He dropped backwards onto the bed as Julia sucked his cock into her mouth again, tickled pink by his confession. She loved Hunter too. She had for the last four months. Once again she warned herself not to get her hopes up. There was very little a man wouldn’t say when a woman knelt at his feet.
Hunter flung an arm over his eyes and thrust his hips upwards, filling her mouth. She had to relax every muscle in her throat to fit his dick in.
Jay breathed heavily beside her. “Watching you blow Hunter is giving me a hard-on from hell.”
Julia smiled around Hunter’s shaft and stilled his movements with her hand. She drew away from him then dipped her head back to lick off the precome that leaked from his cock head. Without swallowing, she turned back to Jay and offered him her mouth. She was mildly surprised by the greed with which Jay kissed her, licking the offering from her tongue. Mildly surprised and majorly aroused.
She squeezed another drop from Hunter and repeated the process. This time when Jay’s lips met hers, he groaned low in his throat.
Keeping her gaze on Jay’s face, she held Hunter’s dick in her hand and licked it from the base up to the tip and then back down again. Twice she did it, and then a third time, conscious of Jay staring, his eyes glazed with hunger.
Perhaps it took her a few seconds to see the truth because her glasses were off. But once she noticed it, she couldn’t deny the fact. It wasn’t just her mouth Jay ogled. It was Hunter’s penis as well. Hunter’s delectable penis.
She licked the head of his dick and then paused to watch Jay.
He licked his lips.
She did it again.
He licked his lips again.
Her pussy tightened.
Jay wanted Hunter’s dick.
Ever so slowly she raised her head. While still holding Hunter’s shaft, she tilted it, offering it to Jay.
Jay didn’t move an inch. Indecision flashed across his face, made obvious by his frown.
Julia pursed her lips and sucked Hunter into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down, making him mumble on the bed. She watched Jay while she feasted.
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.”
Bound by grief, branded by need too intense to ignore…
Coming Home
© 2009 Ava Rose Johnson
After an accident kills Brett Miller’s parents, the reins of Steeplecrest Ranch fall to him. The arrival of rightful half-owner Cade Armstrong, who lost his parents in the same accident, only kicks up the tension. Brett would rather buy out Cade’s share and send the man back to New York, but his hands are tied.
After seven years leading a hedonistic life in the big city, Cade returns to face his loss. Once he’s got acres of rolling ranch land back under his feet he discovers he wants to keep them planted on home ground—and show the man he’s lusted after since puberty just how good they’d be together.
Then Cade’s friend, Jessica, arrives from the city and the sexual tension rockets from simmer to full boil. Brett finds himself incredibly turned on—and incredibly confused. Cade is through waiting for Brett’s mind to open wide enough to let love in. It’s time for the proper application of an emotional crowbar. Even if it means he could lose Brett forever.
Warning: This book contains confused emotions, a man in denial, anal sex 101, a steamy ménage scene, drunken blow-jobs, seriously hot cowboy sex and enough sexual tension to make you squirm.
Enjoy the following excerpt for
Coming Home: Jess pushed to her feet, shimmied out of her skirt and stretched her arms right above her head. The move lifted her breasts into two tempting mounds. “Okay boys, I need the little girls’ room. Be back in a sec.” Bare-ass naked, she danced out of the room leaving the two men alone.
Cade snuck a glance at Brett out of the corner of his eye. The man’s head rested against the sofa, his eyes staring straight ahead.
“You do this often?” he asked, not meeting Cade’s gaze. “Bring in someone else, I mean.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?” This time Brett’s eyes slanted in his direction.
Taking in the mix of curiosity and uncertainty in Brett’s expression, Cade shrugged, playing it cool. “It makes Jessica hot,” he said simply, stretching his arm over the back of the sofa. “What makes Jessica hot, makes me hot.” He left out the fact that he usually fucked the third too. Brett wasn’t ready to hear that yet and Cade wasn’t sure he ever would be.
He looked down at his left thigh. Only a hair’s breadth separated him from Brett. He could feel the man’s body heat radiating off him and his cock twitched. He wondered what Brett thought of the fact that Cade had a hard-on even though Jess had carted her naked ass upstairs. Did he even notice? If he did, was it bugging him?
Cade let his gaze drift over Brett’s thigh to his groin. The tip of his half-hard cock peeked out of his jeans. He wasn’t limp either.
Cade didn’t get the chance to mull that over. Jess returned to the room and dropped a small bag by the sofa. She smiled wickedly at him and he leaned back against the cushions. She had plenty more in store for them and he couldn’t wait to find out what she had up her sleeve.
Anticipation buzzed in Jessica’s veins as she drank in the sight of her two lovers sitting side by side. Cade’s expression matched her feelings—excited, curious and aroused. Brett’s expression was darker, more restrained, but she detected the lust in the depths of his black eyes and she didn’t miss the twitch of his dick as she sashayed toward them.
They sat so close together she could rest her knees between each of their denim-clad legs. She sat back, one buttock on Cade’s knee and the other on Brett’s.
“I thought you boys would need more rest time,” she said, eyeing Cade’s hard cock and Brett’s stiffening erection. “I see I was wrong.”
Brett rubbed his calloused hand over her thigh. His rough touch provoked a heavy rush of desire inside her and she squirmed. His hand slid higher and cupped her pussy.
“You’re ready to go too,” he said, surprise lacing his tone. He slipped one long finger inside her dripping cunt. “What do you want to do now?”
She sensed the courage it took for him to ask that question. A battle of wills roared in his eyes. Part of him hated the lack of control, despised it. The other part, the
larger
part she guessed, wanted to stay, to discover what other pleasures she and Cade could introduce him to.
She tilted her head to the side and reached out to touch his mouth. Running the pad of her thumb along his full bottom lip, she sighed. She knew what she wanted to do.
She slithered to the floor and settled herself directly in front of Brett. Placing her hands on each of his knees, she pushed them apart. “I wanna taste you,” she whispered, leaning in to his bobbing cock. She opened her mouth and closed her lips around the plum-shaped head. The salty taste of his skin made her tongue tingle and his musky essence mixed with her juices filled her mouth as she slowly slid her lips down his shaft. It was a potent combination, one that had cream coating her pussy.
She took him to the back of her throat and then angled back to take even more of him. When her nose brushed the wiry curls at the base of his sex, she inhaled his masculine scent. She loved sucking cock, loved it almost more than she loved being eaten out. The sense of power it gave her as she licked and sucked a man dry thrilled her very bones. And this particular cock, so long and thick, was a particularly tasty treat.
She bobbed her head up and down rhythmically, laving her tongue along the veined underside then swirling the tip around the swollen head. Brett’s fingers weaved into her hair, holding her head in place as she sucked him greedily. She moaned around his cock as he tugged on her hair. He wanted her up. He didn’t want to come yet.
This time she decided to let him have his way. Reluctantly, she drew her lips up his cock and released the head with a wet-sounding pop. Looking up into his fiery eyes, she licked her lips. Her gaze danced to Cade, whose hand was wrapped tightly around his erection. “How hard is this for him?” she wondered, taking in the raw desire glittering in his blue eyes. Barely an inch separated his body from Brett’s, they’d already taken part in a threesome tonight, but the glaring rule remained—Cade couldn’t touch the other man and she was willing to bet it was killing him.