Taking turns was never their strong suit…
Cape May, Book 3 Devon Mason and Con Walker are sexy, honorable, loving, and completely devoted. In other words, everything Tory looks for in a relationship. But what’s she supposed to buy her two lovers on V Day? Chocolate? How average is that? Their little love triangle is anything but average! When Con surprises her with a weekend in Cancun, just the three of them, Tory is all over it—until she realizes Con forgot to include Devon in the package. Now their little love triangle is suffering, thanks to a couple of hard-headed men who both want to be numero uno. Con was content to let Devon take control at Christmas, but now it’s his turn. A weekend in Cancun seems the perfect place for a romantic getaway—then Devon says he’s planning to surprise Tory with a trip to Aruba, and Con’s possessive instincts kick in. He’d always been happy to share Tory with the guy he cares for like a brother. But the deeper Con falls in love, the harder it is to keep from ripping Tory away from Devon. Sooner or later something—or someone—is going to give.
Warning: This title contains lots of steamy, explicit sex. Hot, jealous men in need of a strong, intelligent woman. And a warm, loving ménage a trois relationship.
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Dedication
For the readers. Your thoughtful comments and emails keep me happily tapping at the keys!
Chapter One
As Con pried his eyes open, the first thing that captured his attention was Tory’s face nestled against his chest. The early morning light coming from the large windows across the room allowed him to see her small, curvy body tucked in close. His eager dick flexed its approval. Damn, he loved sleeping with her. Even though Tory was still in possession of her grandmother’s house, she went over there only a few days a week. Con had tried to persuade her to sell the old place, but she’d flat refused. It hadn’t taken him long to realize she kept it for sentimental reasons. It bothered him that she was paying taxes on the place, though. Thankfully, Devon, his best friend and partner in their little love triangle, didn’t have the same attachment to his condo. Clearly seeing the benefits of sharing expenses, he’d sold it and moved right in. Careful not to wake Tory, Con gently pushed the sheet down their bodies, baring her one pretty inch at a time. It’d taken him and Devon a few weeks of coaxing, but they’d finally managed to talk Tory into sleeping naked. It’d been well worth the effort too. As he smoothed his palm down her side to her hip, all he felt was firm, warm, feminine skin. She mumbled and slung one smooth-as-satin leg over his calves. Christ, she was cute. Watching her sleep had become an obsession for him. There was just something about seeing Tory Jeffries with her guard down, looking so sweet and vulnerable. It pulled every single one of Con’s protective instincts to front and center. He looked across the room and spotted a bare-chested Devon sitting in the recliner. He’d pulled on his navy blue pajama bottoms and his laptop was open. Whatever was on the screen no longer held his attention, though. Devon sent him a grin, telling Con without words exactly what he intended to do— watch. He’d known for years that his friend was a voyeur and Con had been content to play the exhibitionist on several occasions. He didn’t quite understand it, but neither did he mind. Turning his attention back to Tory, Con let his hand travel a leisurely path over Tory’s shoulder and lower back before reaching the plush cushion of her ass. Her bottom was a thing of beauty. He could spend hours kissing and fondling her there. He cupped it, filling his palm with her sexy flesh. She moaned and pressed closer, her damp pussy sliding along his thigh. The slight provocation spurred him into action. Grasping her around the waist, Con pulled her on top of him, blanketing himself with her warm, supple body. “Good morning, Con.” He nudged his cock between her thighs and damn near drowned in bliss at the feel of her soft little pussy. “How’d you know it was me?”
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“Because Devon is most likely up and working already.” She turned her head and glanced across the room. “Morning, Devon,” she mumbled. Devon sat up and closed the laptop before placing it on the end table next to the chair. “Morning, sugar.” Letting out a yawn, Tory snuggled against him again. “It Saturday, Devon. Why are you up?” “I had too damn many meetings this week and got behind on a few things.” “This is all real fascinating, but I’d rather play.” Con rubbed his cock against Tory’s pussy, teasing and evoking a throaty little moan from her. “Does our little baby want to play?” Without answering, Tory started to move her hips, beginning a rhythmic rotating motion that had his cock hardening farther. Her cheek was pressed against his chest and one hand splayed wide, directly over his heart. “Mmm, our sweet Tory does want to play, Dev.” “I can see that,” Devon said, his voice low. Con looked over in time to see Devon get to his feet. Their gazes clashed. Devon pulled his pajama pants down and his cock sprang free. It was hard and already dripping with precome. Con continued to stare as Devon kicked his pants free and sat back down, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. When Devon’s smile came, something deep inside Con stirred the way it always did when they played this particular game. Tearing his gaze away from Devon, Con turned his attention back to the woman draped over him like a warm, silky blanket. He pushed the wild mane of Tory’s hair to one side and kissed her exposed cheek, savoring the flavor of her creamy skin. Her eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out, licking at her dry, swollen lips. He watched the emotions skitter across her face as she went from drowsy to totally alert. Her gaze heated and Con’s chest tightened. Damn, the woman could make a monk shake with need. Some part of him half-expected Tory to reject him. Even after so many nights spent together, he still couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t kicked him to the curb. Okay, so he was a successful businessman now. He no longer had to fight just to survive. But while he might’ve moved up in the world, financially and socially, deep down Con still felt like the punk kid nobody wanted around. He was just too fucking glad Tory had never known him back then. Too fucking glad she saw something in him worth keeping around. For a moment, Con let his mind replay the previous night. Tory had been exhausted from helping Summer with her bed-and-breakfast. He admired the fact she never thought twice about lending a hand whenever a friend was in need, but he hated that she worked so damn hard all the time. Devon had drawn her a bath. They’d both instructed her to relax and unwind. Afterward, Con had a dinner of grilled salmon and steamed vegetables ready and waiting. The full-body massage after had been pure impulse. Of course, having their hands on the woman they loved was no hardship. And seeing her all fresh and pink from her bath had been a little too much provocation. On the other hand, her begging them to take her hadn’t hurt
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either. His fair little princess had been an eager and wild participant in the sex games that followed. And judging by the dampness pressing against his cock now, she was wide awake and ready for round two. Con was only too happy to comply. He took hold of her waist and flipped her over so that she lay on her back with his body covering her smaller frame. Her breath came out in a whoosh. “Con,” she whispered. “Shh, let me wake you up properly,” Con murmured as he descended on her already erect nipple. “Now, this is a sweet treat if I’ve ever seen one.” “Please, suck it, Con.” Christ, she pleaded so beautifully. Who was he to deny her? Blood raced through his veins. Didn’t she know by now that all he wanted, all he needed, was to taste her flesh? Feeling her desire wrapping around him as he buried his dick balls-deep inside her hot, tight cunt was the only thing on his mind nearly twenty-four hours a day. Surrendering to temptation, Con sucked one turgid peak into the wet cavern of his mouth before flicking back and forth with his tongue. She arched into him, anxious and needy, moaning his name. Con let loose a growl as he licked and bit her other plump tit. Using his hand, he cupped the soft orb and squeezed. Tory wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight. He nuzzled his face into her cleavage and licked a fiery path up and down, tasting her smooth salty skin. “Her pussy looks very neglected, Con,” Devon said, his rough voice pushing Con to take more, to move faster. Con had to contain the need to drive into her. To fuck her. Hard. Fast. Instead, he made his way down her body, lapping and nibbling at her ribcage until he reached her belly where he let his tongue dip into her little button. She tugged at his hair, saying his name over and over. It was too much. He wasn’t a fucking saint. Pushing her legs wide, Con dipped his tongue into her hot opening. At the first contact, Tory’s legs came around his body, wrapping tight as her fingers grasped handfuls of his hair. She pushed her hips off the bed and mashed her pussy against his face. “Damn, Con. She likes that mouth of yours.” Con groaned his agreement as he sucked her sweet little clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. She vaulted up, coming and shouting his name in wild abandon. Con waited for Tory to come back down to earth before moving off her and stretching across the bed to grab a condom. Tory’s eyes never once left his face. She watched with an eerie intensity. There was something in her eyes, as if she wanted to say something. She only stayed quiet, simply watching and waiting for him to sink his cock deep. “Roll to your stomach, sugar,” Devon softly ordered. “Let Con have that sweet pussy from behind.”
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Her face colored and Con was afraid Devon had pushed her a bit too far with his request. After all, Tory was still new to their relationship. It’d been two months, but she was still trying to adjust to having two men loving her, possessing her. It was a hell of a lot to take in. She surprised him when she turned over and pushed up on all fours. He heard Devon curse. Con’s cock flexed at the sight of her body open and ready. He moved, not even fully aware of doing so, getting behind her and using his knee to spread her legs wider for his invasion. He clutched her hips and pulled her back against his straining erection, eliciting a groan from him and a whimper from her. “Oh God, Tory. You have the most tempting little pussy, so pretty and soft.” Her pink vulva and pearly clit were completely visible in the early morning light. Con wanted to take his time, to fill himself with the beauty of her, but his lower body had other ideas. He thrust, pushing his cock into her tight entrance. In one silky glide he was embedded completely inside Tory’s heat. When she reached between her legs and grasped his balls, massaging and squeezing, he lost it. He started pumping into her, fucking her in a mad rush for that one elusive thing that only Tory gave him. It was as if his body already recognized the scent and sight of her and his greedy cock wanted her. Only her. Only Tory gave him this blind, crazed feeling. Con wouldn’t give that up—not for anything in the world. Suddenly, her supple hips pushed backward against him and she shouted, “Please, Con, more! I need you so badly!” “Anything you want, baby, it’s yours.” It was true. He was unable to deny her a single thing. Plunging over and over, Con lowered his body over hers, caging her in, surrounding her with his larger, harder body. He put his mouth on her neck and sucked, causing blood to rush to the surface. She’d have his mark. The thought gave him a predatory feeling deep in his core. Movement beside the bed caught his attention. Con looked over to see Devon, standing beside the bed, fisting his cock. Devon reached out and cupped Tory’s chin. She turned her head and Con watched as a siren’s smile came over her face an instant before she opened her mouth. A few inches of Devon’s thick erection disappeared inside Tory’s mouth. Devon reached up and grasped a handful of Tory’s hair, holding her in place. Con watched as Devon’s expression changed, became more intense, almost savage. Slowly he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking Tory’s mouth, while Con took possession of her pussy. “Christ, Tory,” Devon groaned. Con slammed his hips against her ass and began to fuck her pussy with fast furious strokes. “We’re about to go up in smoke, baby,” Con admitted. It was nothing short of the truth. As if his words fueled her own passion, Tory started moving her mouth faster on Devon’s dick, taking over the rhythm.
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“Hell, yeah. Suck it good, sugar,” Devon urged. Con slid his cock all the way out of her pussy, pleased beyond measure when Tory whimpered, as if her pussy were aching for his cock. Con pushed in again, dragging a moan from her and a string of curses from him. “Hungry?” Devon asked. “Do you need a mouthful of come, Tory?” Tory released the hold her mouth had on Devon’s cock long enough to murmur, “Yes, please.” Her lips closed over the swelled head once more. Con and Devon were both mesmerized by the sight of her. So open and giving. Con fucked her harder, faster. At the same time, Devon took hold of her face and drove his cock in and out of her mouth. Reaching beneath her, Con rubbed over her distended clit. Tory arched and clenched around him, her sex cupping his dick like a hot little fist as she flew apart. Devon cursed, his balls slapping Tory’s chin, then suddenly he stiffened and pulled free. Tory kept her mouth open as Devon pumped once more, shooting his come onto her waiting tongue. Con and Devon’s gazes were glued to Tory as she swallowed. When her little pink tongue swiped over her lips, licking up the last few drops, Con felt something he hadn’t thought he’d ever feel toward the man who’d been like a brother over half his life—jealousy.
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Chapter Two
“Well, that was a pleasant way to wake up,” Tory said as she dropped onto the mattress. Every nerve ending in her body was buzzing from her glorious orgasm. Devon chuckled and kissed the top of her head before moving onto the bed and cradling her body against his. “Just pleasant?” Without saying a word, Con shot up and headed toward the bathroom. Had she done something wrong? He was never quiet, especially after making love. When he reappeared, Tory noticed his gaze went straight to Devon and, unless she was mistaken, Con looked pissed. What was that about? As she sat up, Tory grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her body. “Con?” Con’s gaze softened as he stared at the hand she used to clutch the sheet close. “It’s been over two months, baby. You can lose the sheet.” Tory smoothed her palm over the soft, light blue cotton material and said, “You two might’ve talked me into sleeping naked, but sitting around in the bright light of day in my birthday suit is never going to happen.” “We’ll see, won’t we?” Devon asked. He moved off the bed and pulled on his pajama pants before moving to sit in the chair he’d vacated earlier. “Yes, we will.” Always pushing for more, that was Con and Devon, but Tory wasn’t budging on this one. Con went to the dresser and opened a drawer. After retrieving a pair of black silk boxers, he slid them on and leaned against the dresser, crossing his legs at the ankles. God, the man was delicious. His closecropped midnight black hair always tempted Tory to reach out and play. Add a thickly muscled chest and gorgeous six-pack abs to the mix and it was no wonder Tory craved the man. Yep, Con was a silver-eyed hunk, no doubt about it. “I have something to tell you two,” he said. “Now’s as good a time as any, I guess.” Tory and Devon looked at each other, then back at Con. “Shoot,” Devon said. “Next Monday is Valentine’s Day.” Butterflies flitted around in Tory’s stomach at the reminder. Valentine’s Day. Crap. She didn’t have a clue what she was supposed to get Con and Devon. It was bad enough with one guy to think about. She had two, for crying out loud! “I’ll be honest, I have no idea what I’m getting either of you.” Con winked. “What you just gave us works for me.”
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“Ditto, sugar.” Tory rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You were saying?” “What would you two say to a trip to Cancun? Sun, surf and lots of hot, sweaty sex.” For a moment Tory was speechless. “Seriously?” Con stepped away from the dresser and came toward her. “I’ve already booked the room and bought the plane tickets.” Once he was within inches of the bed, he murmured, “We’ll leave Friday and come back late Sunday. Two days in a tropical paradise. What do you say?” “Con, we should’ve talked about this”, Devon warned. Con frowned over at Devon. “What’s there to talk about? You said yourself you were taking a personal day on Friday, so it’s not like you’ll be missing work.” Devon stood and, unless Tory missed her guess, he looked ready to blow a gasket. “That’s not the point, damn it.” Con pushed a hand through his hair. “Then what the hell is the point?” “Did you ever stop to consider I might want to plan this with you?” Devon pointed to Tory and growled, “She’s not yours, Con, she’s ours.” Uh-oh. Tory didn’t like the direction this little discussion was going. “Uh, guys?” Con ignored her. “I don’t need the reminder. I figured this would be a fun trip for all of us.” “That’s the problem, you figured.” He pointed back and forth between the two of them. “We should’ve worked together on this.” Con took a step toward Devon and fired back, “To hell with that. I don’t need your damn permission to take Tory to Cancun.” “We both love Tory and we both want her to be happy. She’s not going to be happy if we’re fighting over her like she’s a damn dog treat!” “Stop it!” Tory yelled. Both men went silent, twin expressions of shock on their faces as they stared at her. “You two are being ridiculous.” Con cursed and turned away. Something was eating at him, but she had no idea what it could be. Tory scooted off the bed, the sheet wrapped tight around her, and went to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and nearly moaned at the hard muscle beneath her fingers. “What is it, Con? Talk to me.” He stiffened. For a moment Tory was afraid he wouldn’t answer. When he turned, forcing her to drop her hand, and blasted her with the full intensity of his silver gaze, her blood heated. “It’s nothing, baby.” She smacked him on the chest. “It’s not nothing. You’re upset. Why?” He sighed and shook his head. “It’s a hell of an adjustment, this relationship of ours.” Her stomach bottomed out. “Is it me?” What if he were getting tired of her? He frowned. “Huh?” “She thinks you’re losing interest in her, you idiot.”
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Con stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. It felt so good to be held by Con. He didn’t do pathetic hugs. Only big bear hugs would do for him. “Oh hell, baby,” he whispered against the top of her head. “I could never lose interest in you. Not in a million years.” She nuzzled his chest, content to breathe in his warm, masculine scent for a few seconds before asking, “What is it? We need to be able to communicate, Con. This won’t work otherwise.” “I know. It’s just…” He paused before saying, “I don’t know. Give me a few days to figure it out. Okay?” She pushed back enough to look him in the eye. “Fine, but that’s all I’m giving you.” He dipped his head and brushed his lips over hers. The brief contact scattered her wits. “You’re getting bossy, you know that?” “I have to in order to hold my own against you two.” She felt another hard-bodied male behind her. Large, gentle hands caressed her bottom through the sheet. Tory’s legs shook at the knowledge that she was effectively caged in by the two men who had managed to slip inside her heart as easily as they had her body. When Con tugged the sheet down, revealing her breasts, Tory blurted, “Summer and I are going shopping today.” “Mmm, what time?” “Noon,” she replied, forcing herself to stay on topic. “It’s already after ten and I still need to shower and dress.” Con grinned and stepped back. “No problem,” he growled, then he took her hand and led the way to the bathroom. She looked back to see Devon slipping out of his pajama bottoms once again. When his erection sprang free, Tory knew she was a goner.
“Con was upset today and I don’t know why.” Summer swallowed a mouthful of fettuccini. “Upset?” she asked. “With you?” Tory stared at her manicotti. It was her favorite dish at her favorite restaurant and yet she wanted nothing to do with it. She pushed her plate away and slumped against the seat. “He said it wasn’t me, but I’m worried. I’ve never seen him so quiet, Summer.” “Con’s sort of…intense, though, isn’t he? He doesn’t strike me as the sharing type.” Boy, didn’t she know it! Two months together as lovers and three years of friendship before that, and Tory still hadn’t managed to get him to open up about his childhood. Oh, she knew the condensed version. Living in foster care. Fighting just to survive. Taking himself from nothing and rising to the top. Everyone knew the story, but he hadn’t filled in the gaps. She wondered if he ever would. “He’s always been hard to figure out and he doesn’t like talking about…certain things. Still, this is different. I’m worried.”
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Summer snorted. “That man loves you like nothing else. Whatever is bothering him, it’s not you. I would bet my bed-and-breakfast on that.” “He and Devon got into an argument this morning. I thought they were going to start throwing punches. It was almost like Con was itching for a fight too.” “What brought it on?” “Con announced that he wanted to take us to Cancun this Friday. He’s booked the room for the weekend and everything. A Valentine’s Day getaway for three.” Summer’s eyes lit up. “That’s really sweet. So, what’s the problem?” “Devon was angry.” Tory picked up her napkin and fiddled with it. “He felt Con should’ve talked to him before planning something for my Valentine’s Day.” “Oh, oops.” Summer set down her fork. “Boy, the dynamics of this relationship are tricky, huh?” Tory nodded. “I suppose. The thing is, I’ve gotten used to thinking of them as one. I can’t imagine Devon without Con, and vice versa. I know it sounds crazy, but if Con decided to leave, it would feel like a part of my heart went with him.” “You love them, don’t you?” “Yes,” she muttered, before suddenly finding the placemat utterly fascinating. Of course, Summer saw right through her. Didn’t she always? Tory wondered if Con and Devon could read her so easily. Summer nudged her foot beneath the table to gain her attention. “What?” “Have you told Con and Devon that you’re in love with them?” “I was going to wait until Valentine’s Day. It just seemed like it would be more romantic that way. With the mood Con’s been in lately, I’m not sure he even wants to hear it, though.” “Okay, in case you didn’t hear me the first time, Con and Devon love you! Of course they want to know their feelings are reciprocated.” “You didn’t see the way Con acted after we made love this morning. He shut down. No tender words or teasing remarks. He was…cold.” Summer dabbed her lips with the napkin, then tossed it onto her plate. “You know, maybe he’s just having a guy moment.” Tory’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Is that like male PMS?” “No, dork. What I mean is…well, Con and Devon both have such dominant personalities. Maybe Con is struggling a little, knowing he has to share you with Devon.” “He’s jealous,” Tory surmised. “It can’t be easy for a guy to know he can’t have the woman he loves all to himself. He can’t even get you a Valentine’s Day gift without consulting Devon. That has to be hard to swallow.” Tory watched her friend blush. “This is an awkward conversation, isn’t it?” “Yeah, but I’m glad you told me.”
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“I am too. And I think maybe you’re right. But if that’s the case, why isn’t Devon showing signs of jealousy too?” “Devon seems less…” “Savage? Wild? Rough around the edges?” “Um, yeah.” Tory took a sip of her diet soda and thought over Summer’s words. Devon was definitely more grounded than Con. Whenever the three of them made love, it was always Con who pushed her to her limits, while Devon tended to be gentler. “I think the only solution here is to go to Cancun. Once we’re there, I intend to tie that man to the bed and force him to talk.” Summer picked up her soda and saluted her. “Sounds kinky. I like it!” They both laughed. Tory quickly recovered when she saw Gage, Summer’s hunky PI man, striding toward them. He made a shushing motion with his finger. Tory smiled and turned her attention to Summer. “So, what’s Gage up to today?” “He had some cheating spouse case he was working on, but he said he was going to meet us for lunch.” Summer glanced at her watch and sighed. “Considering we’re pretty much finished eating, I take it he got busy and forgot.” As Gage came to stand directly behind Summer, he leaned down and murmured, “I’d never forget you, baby.” Summer jumped and turned her head. “You sneak!” Gage leaned down and pressed his lips to Summer’s. Tory let out a dreamy sigh. “You guys are so cute together.” Gage chuckled. “Thanks.” He took the empty seat to the left of Summer. “You ladies looked like you were pretty deep in conversation. Did I interrupt something important?” We were talking about tying Con to the bed. Tory’s face heated. “Er, just girl talk,” she answered. Gage shrugged and turned his gaze toward Summer. “You know, baby, Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. And it’s our first.” Summer smiled and Tory found herself smiling right along with her. “I know. I’ve already bought your present.” Gage leaned across the table and whispered, “Does it involve lace and satin?” Summer placed her palm against his cheek. “You’ll just have to wait and see.” Gage took hold of her hand and pressed a kiss to the center of her palm before releasing her and sitting back. “I’m looking forward to it.” He looked at their half-empty plates and added, “Looks like I missed lunch. Sorry. Time got away from me.” Summer waved a hand in the air. “It’s fine. It gave me a chance to catch up with Tory.” “In that case, do you mind if I head over to the mall?”
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Tory watched Summer’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “Depends,” she said. Gage’s face split into a grin. “On?” “What are you buying at the mall?” Gage picked up Summer’s unused butter knife and started twirling it around. “Uh-uh. If you aren’t telling, then neither am I.” “Not even a little hint?” Tory took another sip of her soda and watched the display, feeling a little like a voyeur. “Give me one and I’ll give you one,” Gage growled. “It’s only fair, baby.” “Okay. My gift involves…leather.” Gage dropped the knife. “Leather?” Summer and Tory both laughed. “Yep,” Summer replied. “Now you.” Gage stood and stepped near Summer. He leaned close and whispered something into her ear. Tory was dying to know what. He straightened and sent a wink toward Tory before striding out of the restaurant. Summer merely sat, motionless. After several seconds drifted by with no sound coming from her friend, it became more than Tory could take. “Okay, spill it, woman. What’d he say?” “I, he…wow.” Tory reached across the table and smacked her stupefied friend on the arm. “You are killing me here!” “He said my gift involves a lock and key.” Summer’s face turned such a deep shade of red Tory thought she’d have to call for help. Tory’s mind spun with possibilities, and there was only one logical conclusion. “Whoa. He totally bought you handcuffs, didn’t he?” “Either that or a jewelry box. And trust me, Gage isn’t the jewelry box type of guy.” A grin slowly spread across her face. “Handcuffs will go quite nicely with the leather bustier I bought today.” “Sexy, intelligent and adventurous. I’d say he’s a keeper, Summer.” Summer laughed so loud several other customers turned and stared. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”
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Chapter Three
After Tory had left for her shopping trip, Con had thought to get a few things done from his home office. Two pathetic hours later and he hadn’t done anything more than stare out in space. He sat back in his chair and watched the numbers on the computer screen. Stocks were up. He should be thrilled. Instead he was miserable. The image of seeing Devon wrapped around Tory earlier that morning still ate at him. Damned if he could figure out why. He’d gone into this relationship with his eyes wide-open, hadn’t he? Devon and Con both loved Tory. They’d shared women in the past and it’d been great. The best part, Tory was more than happy to be shared. So why was he suddenly fantasizing about kicking Devon out of the happy little picture? “What the hell is wrong with you?” Con looked up from his desk to see Devon striding into the room. By the looks of him, he was good and pissed. Damn. Con had known this was coming and he’d dreaded it. “If you’re here to bitch at me, then get to it. I’m busy.” Devon crossed the room until he stood on the other side of the desk, fists clenched at his sides. “Bitch at you? You upset Tory, Con. You booked Cancun without talking to me. And unless I’m mistaken, you looked ready to land a fist in my face this morning when you came out of the bathroom. So, I repeat, what the hell is wrong?” Con scrubbed his hands over his face. He was frustrated with Devon and pissed at himself for being a complete ass. The hell of it was, Devon had it right. “I don’t know what to tell you, Dev.” “Don’t give me the same bullshit you fed Tory this morning. I know you. You were jealous when you saw the two of us together on the bed. What I want to know is, why?” Con stared back at his friend, his best friend. They’d been through some serious shit together. They’d both grown up on the wrong side of the tracks, but they’d worked their asses off and it’d paid off. They were successful and in love. What could be better? To have Tory all for myself. No, that wasn’t right. What Devon and Con had with Tory was good. It was whole. Wasn’t it? Shoving that nagging question aside, Con said, “You’re right. I was jealous. I’ll deal with it.” Devon frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “Will you? Because from where I’m standing, it looks as if you’d be as happy as a fucking clam if I were out of the picture.” Devon planted his hands on the desk and leaned close. “I love Tory as much as you. I’m not letting her go.”
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For a moment, Con was too shocked to speak. He could count on one hand the amount of times Devon had gotten up in his face about something. Hell, the man was always so friggin’ calm it bordered on annoying. “Christ, relax, will you? I never asked you to do anything. It was just a momentary lapse. I’m over it.” Devon pushed away from the desk and took two steps backward. “You’re over it, huh? Then you won’t mind if I surprise Tory with a trip to Aruba for Valentine’s Day?” Every muscle in Con’s body tensed. “What did you say?” “The three of us in Aruba. I’m thinking of booking the trip today. In fact, maybe you should go ahead and cancel the trip to Cancun. Or go alone. Take your pick.” Con shot to his feet and moved around the desk, a red haze of anger flooding his brain. “I already told you and Tory this morning. The flight is booked. The room is reserved. We’re going to Cancun.” “And I told you it wasn’t your call alone to make. Tory isn’t yours. She’s ours. Get that through your thick skull.” “So, what, now we’re going to make her choose between your trip and mine? That’s juvenile, damn it!” “All I know is that I’m damn tired of seeing that look on your face when it comes to her.” Con threw up his hands and shouted, “What look?” “You want her for yourself. It’s so obvious it’s not even funny.” Jesus, he really was transparent. “I never said that,” he hedged. Devon pointed a finger at him. “You want me away from her,” he ground out. “Admit it, God damn you!” Fury had Con speaking without thinking. “Fine! I want her for myself! I see you with her and my blood boils. I see her touching you and it makes me want to hit something. Are you happy? Is that what you want to hear?” Devon shook his head. “No, Con, I’m not happy.” Con cursed. He’d seen that look on his friend’s face only once before. They’d been nineteen, working dead-end jobs and trying to make ends meet. Con had come home to their shit apartment in a bad mood one night. Hell, he couldn’t even remember what had set it off. He’d taken it out on Devon, though. The final straw had been when Con had punched him in the face. He’d broken Devon’s nose. Devon had looked hurt—and not just physically. “Look, man, I’m sorry,” Con muttered. “I’ll get my shit together, I promise.” Devon didn’t look convinced. “You know this can’t work if we’re not both in it one hundred percent, right?” Con shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling like the biggest jerk in the world. He was wrecking everything. Con Walker, always the screw-up. “I know, I know.”
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“So, maybe we should do like we did at Christmas.” Con stiffened. “What do you mean?” “We leave the decision to Tory.” “You really want her to choose between us? That’s not fair to Tory, and you know it.” Devon shook his head and looked down at the floor. Con found himself holding his breath. When Devon’s gaze came back up to meet his, he could swear his eyes were a little too bright, a little too watery. “I’m not trying to get all sappy here.” “But?” “I care about you. Like a brother. That will never change.” “Same here, Dev.” Con stepped forward, a sense of foreboding skating down his spine. Devon put up a hand in warning, effectively stopping Con in his tracks. “I know you, Con. You aren’t going to get over this.” Con started to argue, but Devon rode right over him. “You want Tory and you want me gone. I can’t walk away. I can’t give her up—not unless it’s what she wants.” How had things gone from great to shit so damn fast? This was a new record for him. “I wouldn’t expect you to.” “Then we need to figure out a way to make this work. For all of us.” Con had racked his brain trying to think of some way to get over his growing possessiveness toward Tory—and he’d come up blank. “Got any suggestions? Because I’m fresh out of ideas here.” Devon quirked a brow. “Actually, I do have a suggestion.” For the first time in weeks, Con felt a spark of hope. “I’m all ears. Spill.” “Not yet.” “What the hell do you mean, not yet?” Con cursed under his breath. “My life is spinning out of control and you want to play twenty questions?” “I’ll tell you and Tory at the same time. She should be kept in the loop here. We can’t make decisions like this without her.” “Christ. Just give me a clue here. I’m drowning.” “No, you can wait and hear my idea when Tory gets home. But, I can tell you that I’m not going to book the trip to Aruba.” When Devon turned to leave, Con had the sinking feeling he’d lost something. Something he might never get back. “Devon,” Con called out. Without turning around, Devon asked, “Yeah?” “I’m sorry.” “Me too,” Devon mumbled. Without another word, he left.
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Con wasn’t sure how long he stood in the middle of the room, staring at the empty doorway. When he heard the front door open and close, it pulled him out of his misery. He crossed the room and sat in the brown leather couch adjacent to the desk. Was he really going to have to choose between the woman he loved and his best friend? No. Devon had figured something out. Whatever it was it would be a solution that would benefit all three of them. Devon was good at fixing things. Con was good at fucking up. When they’d hatched their little plan to finally make Tory their own, it’d seemed so perfect. They’d both wanted her. Both knew, even then, that they were in love with her. At first it’d been bliss. Making love to her, sharing their nights wrapped around her. Waking up with her nestled between them. Even her snoring made him smile. There had been a few bumps in the road, but nothing big, nothing life-altering. He wasn’t even sure when the first spark of jealousy had appeared. Not that it mattered, because it was a full-on blaze now. The only question left unanswered: Could he really choose between the love of his life and his best friend?
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Tory sat on the couch in the living room, staring at the two men in her life, unable to fully grasp what Devon was saying. “Let me get this straight. You want us to set up a sex schedule?” How had things gotten so wonky? All she’d done was go shopping, for crying out loud! Con chuckled, but Tory noticed the dark look Devon sent him shut him up pretty quick. Devon sat on the couch next to her. Only a few feet of space separated them. He was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt. Sexy, and so close she could smell his aftershave. Spicy and all male. That was her Devon, ever the enticement. “I know it sounds…” When Devon stalled out, Tory happily filled in the blank. “Unromantic?” she offered. “Weird? Downright screwy? “No pun intended,” Con mumbled under his breath. Devon slammed a palm against his jean-covered thigh and ground out, “You are not fucking helping here, Con.” He merely shrugged. “Sorry, dude, but I thought you had some big plan. This isn’t much of a plan.” Con stood across the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Dang, the man was hot. Tory would never get tired of looking at him. His midnight black hair was all messy, as if he’d been running his fingers through it. Con did that whenever he was worried or agitated about something. Since it was Saturday, he hadn’t bothered to put anything on over his black boxers. No shirt, barefoot and looking good enough to eat. Tory tamped down the urge to go to him, take him in her arms and kiss the smirk right off his gorgeous face. “It’s more than you had, isn’t it?” Devon said, instantly piquing Tory’s curiosity. “Yeah,” Con muttered, staring at the ceiling. “It’s a hell of a lot more than what I had.” “Exactly. So, maybe you can help me out here a little.” Tory had heard enough. “I want to know right now what the two of you are up to.” A horrible thought struck. “Does this have anything to do with this morning?” Con moved away from the wall. With each step closer, his frown grew fiercer. “Not just this morning.”
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Tory’s stomach knotted. “What’s wrong, Con? Talk to me.” Please, please let it be jealousy. Anything would be preferable to him getting tired of her. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing either man. Devon scooted closer and threw his arm over the back of the couch. “It would seem that Con isn’t real keen on seeing you intimate with me. It’s eating at him.” Tory looked up. Con stood directly in front of her, hands fisted at his sides. She felt compelled to point out the obvious. “Um, I hate to break it to you, Con, but we’re involved in a threesome. That’s sort of what threesomes do. They have three-way sex.” One corner of Con’s lips kicked up. “Thanks for the reminder, smartass.” “I’m not saying that will change, either,” Devon interjected. “What I’m proposing is a way for Con and me to have some alone-time with you. I think if this relationship is going to work, then we possessive types need to be able to have your full attention from time to time.” Tory was beginning to get the drift. Still, she couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that she was somehow very close to losing something precious. “Con?” Con crouched in front of her and took one of her hands in his. He was so strong and always so sturdy. She felt safe with Con. “I’m willing to give it a try if you are, baby.” Tory was suddenly nervous. She’d never been alone with either man. It’d always been the three of them. “How messed up is it that now I’m suddenly feeling super-duper shy?” “Would it surprise you to know I’m a little nervous here too?” Con? Nervous? She couldn’t imagine him as anything other than confident and strong. Able to leap tall buildings and all that jazz. “You are?” “Damn straight, I am. I don’t want to screw this up, Tory. I’ve screwed up so many things in my life.” His gaze swung to Devon when he said, “You and Devon matter to me. More than anything.” Before she could think of the right words to calm Con’s fears, Devon broke into the conversation. “No one is going to screw up here. This is just another level to our relationship. And it starts tonight.” Devon stood and started toward the door. He was leaving? The thought had butterflies taking flight in her stomach. “Where are you going?” Devon turned and smiled. “I’m giving you two some privacy.” Con pushed a hand through his hair and asked, “Are you sure about this, Dev?” “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I weren’t. But remember, this thing goes both ways.” In other words, Dev would have his turn next. He would have the chance to be alone with her. She would get to explore each man, thoroughly. Oh, wow. Tory could only laugh and shake her head at the craziness of it all—even if some part of her was excited by the idea of having each man alone. The chance to spend extra time touching, tasting, pleasing…whoa. Her pussy throbbed as naughty images bombarded her brain.
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Con tugged on her hands. “What are you thinking?” Tory looked into his sexy silver eyes. “My life is so freaking weird.” “Weird can be good, baby,” he murmured. “Hell, weird can be fun.” And just like that, Tory forgot all about her nervous jitters. “Fun, huh?” “Definitely.” Tory glanced over Con’s shoulder and realized Devon had left. It was just Con. And there went her stomach again. Would she even be able to please him? “Don’t,” he warned, as if reading her thoughts. “It’s going to be good, I promise.” Tory shook her head. “You’re holding my hands, so I know you can feel me trembling here.” “I know, but you don’t have to worry. It’s just me, baby. Nothing you do could possibly disappoint me.” “I’m glad one of us is so sure of that.” Con stood and pulled her to her feet. “Come on. I want you naked and in my bed. You can’t know how many times I’ve thought about that.” Tory wrapped her arms around his waist and settled into the warmth and security of his embrace. “I’ve been naked and in your bed for two months, Con.” “But you haven’t been naked and in my bed—with me and only me.” Tory buried her face against his chest, content to breathe him in for a few seconds before pulling back and replying, “What happens if it’s not what you hope?” “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you don’t want me, baby.” Tory snorted. “Even when I’m old and feeble I’ll want you, so stop fishing for compliments.” He stepped away and pointed toward the door. “Quite stalling and get that cute ass of yours up those stairs.” “Demanding. Hmm, I like it.” Tory moved across the room, grinning and feeling much more at ease. She could feel Con close behind as she headed out of the room. When her feet took the first few steps up to the second floor, Con’s hot breath against her ear stilled her. “One of these days that attitude of yours is going to get you a spanking, little girl.” His firm palm rubbed her ass. Oh yum. Suddenly Tory’s feet couldn’t move fast enough.
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Entering the dark bedroom, Con quickly shed his boxers as Tory headed straight for their king-sized bed. She sat on the side he normally slept on, then lowered her head, as if finding the black and white area rug somehow mesmerizing. With a single finger he turned on the touch lamp on the end table. Tory lifted her head; their gazes caught, held. Damn, she was sexy. Light blue eyes that sucked a man in and kept him there for eternity. Skin the gentlest shade of honey from the kiss of the sun. Hair that looked like spun silk fell over her shoulders. “Undress for me,” he murmured, unable to keep the command out of his voice. Tory didn’t speak as she pulled her red T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Next went the simple white cotton bra she wore. When she stood and slipped out of her jeans and panties, Con was hard as a damn rock. Hell, he was more than ready to toss her on the bed and fuck her until neither of them could stand. “Better?” she asked in a soft voice that nearly had him tongue-tied. “Much,” he managed before taking his time to look at the woman who just happened to hold the key to his heart. The first thing he noticed was the fading tan lines around her hipbones from the black bikini he’d seen her wear during the summer months. He reached out and stroked one slim line on her shoulder. “You know, back when we were BFFs it used to drive me crazy whenever you wore that little bikini you’re so fond of.” She laughed. “BFFs?” Con found himself grinning. “Don’t change the subject.” “Sorry,” she said, looking anything but. “I used to watch you sunbathing. My fingers would damn near itch to take hold of the ties on your swimsuit and give a good tug. I wanted to see that damn thing fall to the ground, baby.” Her expression turned serious. “You were very good at hiding your…feelings. I had no idea you used to look at me that way.” “Keeping my hands off you was no picnic. For Dev, either.” “Those days are over, though. You don’t have to keep anything to yourself, not anymore.” “Thank God for that.” Con let his gaze drift downward to the slight swell of her breasts. They were the color of ivory, centered by delicate pink nipples. Con desperately wanted to bury his face there. To suck and lick and bite until his damn lips went numb.
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He dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped one arm around her slim waist. Holding her still, Con dipped his head and licked one tempting tip. Sweet and delicate, that was his Tory. He lifted an inch and growled, “This moment will be imprinted on my brain for all time, baby.” “Oh, Con,” she moaned, before digging both of her small hands into his hair. She tugged him closer, needing him as badly as he needed her. “I’ll never forget,” Con said, his voice barely above a whisper as he took in the sight of her so eager and needy. “F-forget what?” “The night I made love to my pretty blonde-haired angel.” Tory moaned his name, spurring him on. He went back to suckling her hardened nipple, leisurely flicking his tongue back and forth. Tory arched upward, thrusting her flesh into his hungry mouth. He gently bit down. Tory jolted and he was forced to wrap both arms around her to keep from being knocked backward. Con paid her other soft tit the same amount of attention, taking his time, savoring the addicting flavor that only she seemed to possess. Reluctantly, he lifted his head. Tory whimpered. He released her and stood. With as much gentleness as he was capable of in that moment, Con lowered Tory’s slim body until she was sprawled atop the comforter. Her eyelashes fluttered and, with her eyes barely open, Con saw her watching his every move. Tory’s mouth curved and damned if he wasn’t spellbound by the sight of her, so confident and willing. His cock swelled another inch when he saw her nipples glistening from his ministrations. “You’re hot and ready for me right now, aren’t you?” She nodded, as if too overwhelmed to speak. He definitely understood that feeling all too fucking well. Con stayed still beside the bed. “Then open those sweet thighs for me. Invite me in, little girl.” To his delight, Tory hesitated only for a split second before moving her legs. She spread herself wide. Con saw the satiny softness of her sex. Ah, paradise. “Tory,” he growled. Damn if the woman didn’t turn him inside out. She made him feel things, even though she was simply lying there, staring up at him with a trusting smile that curved her pouty lips. Con got onto the bed, between the pretty thighs of the woman he loved, and looked his fill. She had a neatly trimmed bikini line. Her clitoris and plump nether lips were totally exposed. He licked his lips and pressed his palm against her sex. “I need this. Your taste always drives me crazy, Tory.” He removed his hand and lowered his head, then proceeded to lick her from her swollen clit to her dewy lips. When he dipped between, her legs started to close, as if she were embarrassed. “Don’t hide from me, baby.” “This feels so different.” He stilled. “You mean because it’s just me and you?” “Yes,” she breathed out. “Bad different or good different?” He sure as hell hoped it was the latter.
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“Good different. Very good.” “Mmm, perfect answer,” he whispered as he clutched her thighs and tugged until she was splayed wide once more. The instant his tongue danced over her slit and he tasted her tangy flavor, he knew he’d never tasted anything more potent. He inhaled her womanly scent as he sucked her clit between his teeth and nibbled. Tory’s hands flew to his head, clutching and grasping handfuls of his hair in stinging desperation for more. “Con! Oh God!” When his tongue thrust between her folds, she lost it completely and pushed against his face, undulating as he tongue-fucked her. A few more licks to her clit and she burst wide, screaming and straining against the unyielding hold his hands had on her soft thighs. He nuzzled her throbbing pussy and stared as she became lost in the sensations rioting inside her. Con lapped up her juices and kissed her clit. His dick swelled as she moaned and wiggled beneath him. When she went limp, the muscles in her thighs going slack, her hands dropping back to the bed, Con lifted to his knees. He stared down at the tempting picture she presented. She was breathing heavy and damp strands of hair clung to her face. When he dipped his finger into her slippery cunt, her gaze flew to his. He grinned as he pulled it back out and brought it to her lips. She lay still as he rubbed her juices over her mouth before he leaned down and kissed the delicious nectar away. She sighed into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him on top of her. Just as her breasts came into contact with his chest, he caught himself and stopped. Rising, Con reached over to his bedside drawer and drew out a condom. Leaning back on his haunches, he rolled it on. “This time you’re mine, Tory.” Tory’s lips curved upward. “Come and get it, big guy.” “Mmm, I love the way you think, little girl.” Con hooked her legs over his arms and glided his cock slowly into her. It was just the smallest amount, but he watched closely as Tory chewed at her lower lip and clenched her eyes tight. Not exactly the reaction he was aiming for. He stilled and cupped her chin. “Look at me, Tory.” Her eyes popped open. “What is it? Tell me, baby.” She shook her head and took hold of his forearms as if afraid he was going to bolt. Hell if he was budging. A damn tsunami couldn’t get him to leave the warm haven of Tory’s body. “It’s just…it feels so good, Con, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to feeling some guilt that Devon’s not here. Is that crazy?” “No, of course not. It feels like we’re cheating or something, huh?” “Sort of. That’s ridiculous, though.” Con let go of her thighs and leaned down to lick at the wound she’d caused on her lip, then very slowly began rocking his hips back and forth. “Does that feel wrong, baby?” He didn’t wait for her to
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respond as he kissed his way over her face and to her neck, where he found a particularly sensitive spot. He bit down and she groaned. “You’re so fucking tight on my dick. You feel good. This feels right.” Tory groaned and started moving her hips, thrusting against his lower body, but he was bigger and a whole lot stronger. Con held her down, intent on taking it slow this time. He wanted to wring every ounce of pleasure out of their lovemaking as possible. He wanted no regrets come morning. “Shh, easy, sweet baby,” he warned. “Let’s do this right.” He continued his assault on her tempting pulse, but this time it was the sound of her angry snarl that stopped him. “What?” “You’re being a tease!” she cried. “I’m just savoring my girl,” he murmured as he resumed his slow, torturous movements. He took his time, desperate to make it good. To make a memory they’d both cherish. His mouth journeyed lower and feasted on her gorgeous tits. Con was intent on building her passion. Intent on driving her mad with pleasure. Only then would they be on the same page. Con thrilled when her inner muscles relaxed for him. He slipped in deeper, so deep their bodies were fused together and moving in unison. Con braced himself on his elbows beside her head and watched as her desire spiked. He pulled all the way out then thrust hard and fast, fucking her until they were both moaning. He pounded into her, sinking all the way in, slapping her ass with his balls. Over and over, hammering her with his cock. When her delicate moans turned to glorious shouts, Con ground his cock deep. He felt those delicious inner muscles of hers grip him like a hot little fist and he knew her orgasm was fast approaching. Suddenly, she slammed against him, forcing Con past the point of reason. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. Tory’s wet cunt pulsed all around his dick as she came apart, shouting his name. Sweet little aftershocks continued to squeeze him and Con lost it. Two more strokes and he joined her as hot jets of come filled the condom. He very nearly collapsed on top of her, but the thought of her smaller frame kept his muscles from going lax. He wanted to comfort her. He wanted her to have nothing but sweet memories of tonight. Con slid out of her boneless body and went to the master bath to dispose of the condom. He grabbed a washcloth from the shelf next to the tub, ran warm water over it and brought it to Tory. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy smile on her lips. His cock twitched as he watched her. He hadn’t realized how important it’d become to see her in his bed. As he bent and pressed the cloth to the juncture of her thighs, she stiffened and her eyes flew open. “Sorry, baby.” “Con,” she said, her voice breathless. “You always take such good care of me.” “And I always will, Tory, never doubt it.” He tossed the washcloth to the floor and slid in beside her. She snuggled up next to him and sighed. The feel of her breasts pressed against his side sent a great big alert to his cock. Hell, he wanted her again. Would always want her. No surprise there. But could he go
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back to sharing her with Devon? Con purposely pulled up an image of the three of them together and waited for the familiar green monster to rear its ugly head. Sure enough, it was there, but it wasn’t as overwhelming. It didn’t steal his ability to think straight. Best of all, he didn’t feel the need to punch a wall. That had to be a good thing.
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Con woke to the gentle feel of Tory stroking his chest with her fingers. He looked around for Devon, then stopped himself and remembered. His gut tightened. What he’d just shared with Tory was beyond fantastic, it was a gift he’d cherish, but without Devon there, it felt…off. “Is it morning already?” he asked. The room was semi-dark, with the curtains drawn so he couldn’t tell the time of day. Damned if he didn’t have the energy to check the clock next to the bed. “Not quite.” She flicked his nipple with a fingernail. The little sting brought him around instantly. “Keep that up and you’re going to be in trouble.” Tory pulled her hand away. “I don’t want to play, not yet. I’d rather talk.” Fuck, that didn’t sound good. “About?” “You,” she stated. “Your past. Your life. You’re always so secretive. I want to know more about you, Con.” He shifted, uncomfortable with the conversation already and they hadn’t even gotten into the ugly details. “It’s not a pretty picture. And I’d just as soon forget I had a past.” “You can’t forget it,” she murmured, “no matter how hard you try.” “Maybe not, but I don’t need to dwell on it, either.” “Please, let me inside,” Tory pleaded. “Just this once.” Con sighed. He knew Tory. She wasn’t going to let it go. “Where do you want me to start?” Her hand came back to his chest and Con relaxed a measure. “Your biological parents,” she stated. “Do you remember them?” He tucked an arm behind his head and shrugged. “Not really. I was pretty young when social services yanked me.” “Nothing at all?” Her palm continued to massage and play. Was she soothing him? Knowing Tory, yes. And God help him, but he loved when she turned all gentle and caring. “There is one.” Her hand moved downward, over his abdomen. “A good memory or a bad one?” “Good,” he gritted out, barely able to concentrate now that her fingers were so close to where he wanted her mouth to be. “I don’t remember my dad. My mother, I don’t know her name, but she was pretty. At least that’s the way I remember her. She had long, black hair, a pretty, oval-shaped face and a kind
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smile. And she used to sing. Silly kids tunes. I remember this one time when I joined in. We were sitting in the kitchen, I was eating…cereal, I think. And we were singing together.” “She sounds like a good person. What happened to her?” “I don’t know. No one ever bothers to tell the kids a damn thing. And by the time I was old enough to go looking for her myself, I didn’t much give a shit.” Her finger dipped into his belly button and he had to bite back a curse. “And now? Don’t you want to know her?” “They don’t take kids away from their parents for no reason, Tory. I’m not sure I want to know that reason.” “Okay, so they put you in foster care. What was that like?” “At first I just wanted to go home. I couldn’t understand why I was living with a bunch of strangers. The older I got, the angrier I became. I wasn’t an easy kid to raise. A few tried. Most just didn’t care. They just wanted the check.” Her palm moved a few inches lower, then stopped. “What was the final straw?” Con cleared his throat. “Huh?” “I know you ended up living on the streets when you were only a teenager. I figure there must have been something to force you to do something so desperate.” Immediately Con was thrust back in time. “Mr. Frank.” “Mr. Frank?” “He was the last one. Mr. Frank liked little boys. A lot.” He felt her body go as stiff as a board. “Did he…?” “No. I wasn’t little and helpless at that point. I’d been attending the city school and using their gym to gain some muscle mass.” He shrugged. “I was getting tired of being picked on, I guess. It helped that I’d hit a growth spurt that previous summer. Still, that didn’t keep Mr. Frank from playing with the other boy who lived with us. He was scrawny as hell and a year younger than me.” “What happened?” “I came home from school one day and found Mr. Frank in the bathroom with the kid. I went a little crazy. Anyway, they threw me in juvie right off the bat. To them I was just another punk kid causing trouble. No one expected that damn kid to speak up. He told the authorities everything.” “Good for him. Did Mr. Frank go to prison then?” Con shook his head. “He shot himself. The kid got snagged and sent to another foster home. Once they released me, I told myself never again. Hell, even I knew living on the street was bound to be better than that shit. It was right about then that I met up with Devon.” “I’m sorry, Con. I’m sorry you didn’t have parents who loved you, cherished you.”
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Her voice sounded shaky and it pissed him off. “Don’t cry for me, little girl, or you really will get that spanking I warned you about earlier.” She swatted his stomach. “You’re all talk.” Without giving her any warning, Con sat up and flipped Tory to her stomach. “Con!” He ignored her struggles and instead straddled her legs. “I was a good boy and talked, then you go and get all sassy? That’s very naughty.” He swatted her upturned ass and Tory yelped. “You did not just do that!” “Oh, I definitely did.” He rubbed away the sting, then swatted her again two more times. She stopped struggling and started moaning. “God, you’re fucking hot,” Con gritted out as he cupped both ass cheeks in his palms. “Dev and I need to tattoo this ass of yours. His name on the left, mine on the right.” She laughed. “That sounds painful.” “Ah, but we’d kiss it better, baby.” “Forget it. I’m not letting anyone tattoo my ass.” She wiggled and Con’s cock hardened. “Let me up,” she pleaded. “I want to play too.” Now they were getting somewhere. “I love it when you play.” He moved to the side and, before he could take his next breath, she was on her knees in front of him. Jesus, she tore him up. So pretty and sweet. One moment he was sharing his deepest, darkest secrets, the next she was teasing him into a horny stupor. “My turn,” she whispered. “I’m all yours.” With her silky mass of tangled honey hair drifting down her back and those big blue eyes smiling up at him as she descended on his cock, Con forgot all about dirty homes and lousy foster parents. With the first tentative touch of her lips to the bulbous tip, Con lost all reason. Her little touches and kisses pulled a primitive response from him. He put his hands on either side of her head and directed her onto his pulsing shaft. “Good girl. Love me just like that, Tory. Such a sweet tongue.” Her eyelids drifted downward and Con felt the gentle sigh she let out all the way down the length of his dick. With one hand, Tory guided him inside the wet heat of her mouth, then farther still until he was nearly down her throat. She licked and teased, the tiny little movements of her tongue and lips drawing his balls up tight. Con clutched a fistful of her hair and pulled her mouth onto him tighter. She gagged and Con immediately pulled out. Tory whimpered and quickly took over, sucking him deep all over again. This time his balls were smashed against her chin. “God damn,” he growled. He watched as she threw herself into the task. Seeing her so anxious to please him and enjoying his taste had Con close to coming already. Tory pulled his rigid length all the way out and placed a gentle kiss
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to his tip before sweeping her tongue down the underside of his cock. She appeared to be in no hurry, as if she had all day to kneel in front of him and lick his dick. When she cupped his balls in her other hand and squeezed, every thought fled his mind. Only Tory existed. Tory and her talented mouth and fingers. Con groaned her name as her movements turned rapid, her own excitement growing. Tory sucked, hard, once more. “Fuck!” He grabbed the back of her head and held her still while he shot over the edge, his come spurting into her mouth and down her throat. Long seconds passed with Tory still on her knees, Con’s cock buried between her lips. He slid out of her and lifted her onto his lap. “I don’t deserve you,” he admitted, “but to hell if I’m giving you up. I’ll never give you up.” She wiggled as if to get more comfortable, then said, “I guess it’s just a good thing no one’s asking you to then, huh?” “Yeah, damn good thing.”
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Tory hadn’t seen Devon since the previous night, when he’d left her alone with Con. Other than a few text messages and a chat on the phone, he’d kept his distance. She’d been worried all morning, wondering where he was, why he hadn’t shown up at breakfast. Tory heard someone clear their throat and she glanced up from the book she’d been trying—and failing—to read. As if she’d conjured him, Devon stood in the doorway to Con’s bedroom. He crossed his arms over his chest, silently watching her. Tory couldn’t judge his mood—and that worried her even more. Devon was usually pretty open. She tossed the book on the little round table next to the chair, then sat up. “Hey.” Devon gestured with a nod of his head toward the book. “Any good?” She couldn’t even remember what she’d read, not that it was the author’s fault. “It’s not bad, I guess. I’ve been a bit too distracted to read much of it. What are you up to today?” “Just finished a few errands. Figured I’d check on you.” Feeling unaccountably insecure, Tory asked, “Curious how my night with Con went?” Devon smiled, but she noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Still, some of the tension seemed to leave the room, and she was only too glad. “You know me well, sugar.” “I could lie and tell you it was horrible. That we played checkers and fell asleep early.” He shrugged, but didn’t respond with a chuckle as she’d hoped he would. He stepped away from the doorway and moved farther into the room. When he reached the bed and sat, Tory’s tension came right back in full force. Was he regretting letting Con have time alone with her? Were things even more screwed up than ever? His head tilted sideways as he watched her. “What are you thinking about?” Tory bit her lip. “I’m worried about you. About us.” Devon shook his head, his expression turning fierce. “You don’t have to worry, not about me. I’m always going to love you, Tory.” She stood and went to him. He widened his legs so she could step between them. As he wrapped his hands around her hips and nudged her even closer, Tory’s body responded immediately. “I don’t want to lose you. Either of you. I don’t think I could handle that, Devon.” He cupped her chin and took possession of her mouth. It was quick and hard and Tory wanted more. So much more. When he lifted his head, she could see the arousal etched into his handsome face. “Con and I are working through this. You have no need to worry.”
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One thickly muscled arm came around her lower back, holding her still as he coaxed her lips apart and slipped inside. His taste, now so familiar, was better than cheesecake. He scoured the inside of her mouth and slid his palm lower to cup her bottom. Tory wound her arms around his neck and sank into his seductive touch. Even after everything they’d done together, Devon still treated her with such gentle care. It made her want to both throttle him and kiss his sexy ass. She drifted her hands down his nape to his shoulders, then around to his pecs and ripped abs. He was so hard and muscular all over it nearly melted her every time she touched him. He was a hard, sleek god. Kind and patient and too good-looking for his own good. Feeling wild and impetuous, Tory slid her palm over the bulge in his faded jeans, cupping his rigid length. She was way too happy to note he was as turned-on as she. As he continued to eat at her mouth, Tory played. Soon, his free hand was sliding up her calf. He caressed his way up her thigh and cupped her mound through her pink lounging pants. Tory lurched at the feel of him there. It was always so good, so delicious. By sheer will, she forced her mouth off his and moved her hand away from his crotch. “Stop, Devon, we need to talk about this.” Devon grumbled low in his throat. “We have all the time in the world to talk. Right now, right this instant, I need to touch you, sugar. It’s all I’ve thought about since leaving you last night.” Tory wanted to protest further, but his mouth moved to her neck and he began to nibble and lick. “Oh, God, that feels so good.” The tip of his tongue touched the shell of her ear as he whispered, “I’ve only just begun.” In a flash, Devon yanked her off her feet and plopped her on top of his thighs. “There, that’s where you belong.” His talented mouth pressed against hers and Tory forgot about everything else. There was only Devon and Tory. All the worries and fears vanished in a flash of heat and desire. She opened her mouth and danced her tongue over his lips. At his rumbling of approval, Devon gave her entrance. Their tongues mated and Tory clutched Devon’s biceps, excited and a little afraid. She wanted the moment to last a lifetime. To know what they had couldn’t be broken. Her body was on fire. She wanted him. Inside of her. Around her. Drinking her in, filling her up. She hadn’t stopped craving Devon and Con since Christmas Eve, when the two of them had taken her to heaven. Tory trailed her fingers over Devon’s muscular arms. She drew in a breath when she felt them close around her waist, pulling her in tight. A moan escaped her. He was so strong, so virile. She was safe and secure with Devon. She knew it, sensed it. He would always take care of her. Just as Con would. Her body was theirs to command, her soul tethered to them. She wanted to say something, to share her feelings with him, but his words had her body rocketing out of control, and once again her thoughts scattered. “Give me this pussy,” he demanded. “Say you want me, Tory. Deep. Here and now.” “Yes,” she breathed.
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He grinned and slipped his hands beneath the elastic waistband of her pants and cupped her sex through her panties. “The clothes, sugar.” She pushed out of his arms and stood before him. His eyes, so dark and full of passion, watched her as she stripped. “Now you, Devon.” He got to his feet and undressed so fast she thought maybe he was going for some sort of world record. Her desire increased tenfold when she saw him rolling a condom over the evidence of his arousal. So thick and hard and pulsing with life. Tory licked her lips and very slowly reached out and touched the glistening tip through the rubber. Devon stroked her hair and murmured, “Later for that. Right now I need to feel your tight little cunt.” And because she desperately needed him filling her, to rebuild the connection between them somehow, she readily agreed. “Yes.” Then, once more, Devon’s big, capable hands gripped her around the waist and lifted her off the floor. “Wrap your legs around me and guide me in,” he instructed. “Show me how much you want my dick. Take us both there, sugar.” She did his bidding. His erotic words had her heart pounding harder and her body quaking with need. “I’m so wet for you,” she whispered as she took his heavy cock in her hand and slid him inside a bare inch. She wiggled and her body closed around him as he sank deep, tight and hot. She shuddered. “Ride me, sweetness,” Devon gently urged. Tory flung her head back and began a gentle motion, then faster, until she was fucking him hard the way the both needed it. “That’s my girl. Fuck it good, Tory.” Devon clutched her hair in an unyielding fist and tugged her backward, before feasting on her breasts. The heat of his mouth seemed to suck the air out of her lungs. She was utterly surrounded by him. He drove her into another world. When his fingers found their way over her nub, expertly flicking it in just the way she liked, Tory’s body seized. Her muscles clenched as she slammed down, fucking, their bodies slapping together, melding until there was no separating them. Soon Tory was there, spiraling out of control. Her hot pussy bathed him in wetness as he sank his mouth over hers and captured her shouts. As her desire began to ebb, Devon clutched her hips and pushed into her once, twice, then he arched his neck and moaned her name as he emptied himself into the condom. Tory’s breath came in short pants, her body sweaty, lungs starved for oxygen. Her legs shook from exertion as she collapsed against Devon’s heaving chest. No way could she ever move again. Devon’s arms came around her shoulders in an unyielding hold. She wiggled, gaining his attention. As their gazes met, Tory saw raw hunger. If he hadn’t just spent himself inside her, she would have thought he was ready to go again. “There’s something you need to know,” Devon said in a low, haunted voice.
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Fear skated up her spine. In all the time she’d known Devon, she couldn’t remember him once sounding so defeated. “What is it, Devon?” “Con isn’t the only one battling the ugly green monster here.” Tory blinked, trying to figure out if he was playing her. Of all the things he could’ve said, she hadn’t expected that. Not Devon. He was simply too easy-going. “You’ve been feeling jealous too?” He buried his face into her neck. For several seconds he merely sat there, holding her as if she were a lifeline. Finally, he lifted his head and muttered, “Last night, when I left you two alone, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” Guilt washed over her. The two men she loved beyond anything else were hurting and it was because of her. “I’m sorry,” she said, though it seemed so damn lame. “Damn. I’m screwing this all up. No, don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. It’s just…we both love you and that makes this relationship tricky.” It infuriated her that she couldn’t ease their pain. “I’m not giving up on us. We can work out a solution. You two need to stop being so damn stubborn, that’s all.” “Stubborn, huh?” Devon’s head snapped up and, because she was still sitting on his lap, she could feel his entire body go bowstring-tight. Tory turned and saw Con standing in the doorway, his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans. The smile he sent Devon was teasing and full of mischief. “You had time with Tory and I didn’t interrupt,” Devon said, obviously not amused by Con’s sudden appearance. “Maybe you can pay me the same courtesy?” Con held up his hands as if in surrender. “I know. I have a few things to say and then I’m gone, I swear.” Tory got to her feet, then bent to retrieve her shirt. She heard Devon curse when she slid her pants back on. “We’re listening, right, Devon?” “Fine,” Devon muttered as went to the bathroom. When he came back out, he reached down to the floor and grabbed his boxer-briefs. “But this better be good.” Tory couldn’t pull her gaze away from the sight of Devon gloriously naked except for the small amount of black cotton. It didn’t have a prayer in the world of concealing his semi-erect cock. She had to forcibly turn her head back to Con, who was grinning at her as if to say I know what you’re thinking. “Con,” Devon growled, his voice full of menace. “Uh, yeah. I’ll get right to it. Look, I know that my jealous streak rearing its ugly head has recently thrown a big fucking wrench into our happily-ever-after. I’m sorry for that. I wish I could tell you it’s gone now that I’ve had Tory to myself, but it’s not. It may never go away.” Devon quirked a brow. “That’s what you came to tell us? That nothing has changed?” Con shook his head, all signs of teasing gone. “No. Shit, I suck at this.”
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God, the man was like a fish out of water when it came to sharing his feelings. She couldn’t stand to see him struggling so hard to find the right words. Closing the distance between them, Tory placed her hand on his forearm. “It’s okay.” He stared at where they were connected, as if searching for inspiration. Finally he said, “Last night, when you and I made love, it was so damn good. Hell, it was amazing.” “For me too, Con.” “But I realized something.” His gaze went to Devon when he admitted, “I love both of you. I don’t want one without the other. I thought I did. I was prepared for war, Dev. But I don’t want you gone. I don’t think I ever did.” “Then what’s with the jealousy?” “I’m not going to lie. I may never get over it. But I can manage it. I’m a big boy, not a damn teenager. I can deal with the little green monster.” Devon took a few steps toward Con, then stopped and asked, “Was it the evening alone with Tory? Is that what made you realize all this?” He pushed a hand through his thick dark hair. “That was part of it. The truth hit me when I walked in here a few minutes ago and watched you two making love.” Tory’s face heated. “Wait. You were here long enough to see—?” Con chuckled and took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “You’re embarrassed? Baby, I’ve seen every inch of you, made love to every inch too. Although, I admit, I never quite understood why Devon liked to watch us. Until now. And I’ll be damned if I’m going let something as stupid as jealousy fuck that up.” Devon let out a huge breath. “You can’t know how good it is to hear you say that.” Tory’s heart melted when she watched the two men exchange looks. “So, um, we’re good?” she asked, practically holding her breath. “Yeah, we’re good.” He winked and dropped her hand, then backed up a few steps. “I’ll leave you two alone now.” “Wait,” Devon called out. Con turned, a question in his eyes. “I have a confession too.” Con cleared his throat and looked away. “It’s cool. I overheard.” “No, it’s not cool. Look, last night sucked,” Devon stated, not one to mince words. “I’m not sure how the three of us should proceed, but being separate, not sleeping with you two, yeah, that sucked. So, are we still doing the alone-time-with-Tory thing or what?” Con glanced at her, then shoved a hand through his hair and replied, “Christ, I vote no.” In two strides Devon was in front of her. He cupped her chin and asked, “What do you say, sugar?” “All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, was to be with the two of you. I want you guys happy and I want this to work. I can’t imagine my life without you. So, I vote no as well.”
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“You both enjoyed the evening, though,” Devon said, his voice gentle and full of concern. “And I enjoyed my time with you just now. The truth is, I think we’re going to need these moments.” “You mean, so I don’t threaten to kidnap Tory, take her to some unnamed island where no one can find her and she’s forced to live out the rest of her days pleasing me and only me?” Devon snorted. “Yeah, that.” “We’re thinking it to death.” Both men’s gazes zeroed in on her. Hot damn, they were handsome. Best of all, they belonged to her. “I say we play it by ear. If the need arises, we talk and make a plan. It only became a problem this time because genius here chose to keep his feelings to himself.” He tapped her nose. “I’m an idiot,” Con conceded, “duly noted.” Tory beamed up at him. “Glad to see we’re on the same page.” “This has been a great talk,” Devon said, “but there’s still some unfinished business to attend to.” He started to remove his boxer-briefs and Tory noticed that Con looked to Devon for his queue. Devon smiled, and Con started stripping out of his gray T-shirt. “Damn, I do love it when we have unfinished business.” Tory watched the two men, her heart filled to bursting when they both stood nude in the bright light of day staring at her as if she hung the moon. No, they weren’t perfect and this definitely wouldn’t be their last hurdle to leap, but they were hers and she would fight tooth and nail to keep them.
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Tory stood at the railing, staring out at the ocean. Cancun was every bit as beautiful and romantic as she’d hoped. The warm weather was perfect for snorkeling and lazing in the sun. The cool night breeze off the water sent a chill down her body as she watched the dark waves slowly rolling in, then back out again. It was their first night there. She wondered if Con and Devon would even let her out of bed to enjoy the sights, much less go snorkeling. Or if she’d let them out! She grinned at the thought, then heard a shuffling from behind. Turning her head, Tory watched Devon and Con striding toward her. They were dark, strong and mostly naked. Her body stirred to life. “Why are you out here when we’re in there?” Con asked. Tory barely suppressed the need to moan. Con’s deep voice always had the power to turn her on. Of course, his bare chest and sexy red boxers didn’t hurt, either. Boxers she’d bought him for their first V-Day together. “I’m enjoying the night. It’s so lovely here, Con.” She pointedly looked at his boxers and wanted to curse. “I can’t believe I couldn’t think of a better gift for you and Devon.” Con took her in his arms and held her tight. “We told you before, baby, you are the best gift any man could wish for.” “Thank you, for everything. Including this wonderful trip.” “Thank Devon too. Without him, we wouldn't be here.” Tory pushed backward and peered to the left of Con to see Devon in his brand-new electric blue knit pajama pants, a warm smile on his face. “Thank you, Devon.” He leaned close and pressed his lips to her temple. “Come on, you can thank me properly inside.” She stepped out of Con’s arms and followed Devon into their suite. The hotel was beautiful, the room ridiculously expensive, and yet it could be a hole-in-the-wall for all she cared. Her sole concentration was on Devon in that moment as he tossed his pjs on a chair and headed toward her, a gleam of wicked intent lighting his eyes. As if the three of them had choreographed each move, Tory walked to the right until her knees hit the end of the bed, then she turned. Devon reached out and pushed at the center of her chest, knocking her to the plush, cream-colored comforter. She shimmied up the mattress so that she lay in the center. Con, in all his bronzed and dark-haired glory, stripped out of his clothes and spread out on the bed next to her, while Devon lowered himself on top of her. Their well-muscled bodies and the intensity in their sexy eyes were
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higher. When Devon reappeared on the bed, he was holding a small black box. She might be turned inside out by Con’s talented fingers, but even that couldn’t completely kill her curiosity. “What is it?” she asked. “Open it and see, sugar,” Devon murmured. Tory propped her head on her elbow on Con’s chest and took the box from Devon. She popped the lid open. Her breath caught at what lay inside. Sitting on a bed of black velvet lay a triple open-heart necklace. “Oh, Devon, it’s beautiful.” Her voice caught, and tears stung the back of her eyes. “Our hearts belong to you,” he whispered tenderly. “Always.” “Always,” Con confirmed. Devon took the box from her trembling hand and gently placed it on the table next to the bed. “Later, we’ll put it on you. For now, there’s the little matter of your pleasure.” She watched as he picked up a tube of lubricant and popped the top. With tender care, Con pulled his fingers free of her pussy, then drove back in, harder and deeper. Tory threw her head back and moaned. He stroked her clit and she trembled. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Devon move behind her. Large hands caressed her buttocks. A moan erupted from deep within Tory as Devon let his lubricated finger drift back and forth over her puckered opening. She wanted him there. She was so hungry to feel both men buried deep that she started pleading. Con lifted and sucked one hard nipple, setting off a malestorm of need inside her. Devon lowered his body over hers and kissed the base of her spine. “You want to be fucked, sugar?” “Yes, Devon. God yes!” she cried, pushing her ass backward to take more of his exploring finger. “Mmm, that’s right,” Devon urged, “Take it, girl.” A second slick finger joined the first, and little by little he stretched her, preparing her ass for the invasion of his cock. Tory shuddered as Con’s fingers moved in and out of her wet cunt, fucking her with slow precision, as if he had all the time in the world. Con’s thumb pressed against her clit, his tongue licking and playing with her nipples. Devon’s warm, firm hand took hold of her hip and held her still while he dipped a third finger inside her ass. Tory dropped her head to Con’s shoulder as her body began to spiral out of control. When she squeezed her bottom, Devon cursed. “God damn. You make me crazy. So fucking crazy.” Tory couldn’t concentrate on Devon’s words as sensation after sensation bombarded her. Con flicked and teased her nubbin and whispered sweet words of encouragment as he suckled one needy breast, then the other. Devon kissed an arousing trail down her spine, and Con rammed his fingers fingers deep inside her pussy. Tory lost it. Her climax came out of nowhere, hitting like a tidal wave and knocking her into another realm. She screamed, her back arching as her body flew apart. She collapsed on top of Con, exhausted, every nerve ending humming.
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Devon’s rough voice just barely broke through the erotic fog coating her mind when he ordered, “My dick is going to feel so damn good inside this tight little ass.” Con slipped his fingers free of her dripping mound and cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to his. She watched transfixed as he licked each digit clean. “Delicious, baby,” he breathed out. Con pushed upward and Tory felt the heavy weight of his cock pressing against her pussy. Her body went from sated to famished in a heartbeat. With slow, deliberate movements, Con tucked the head of his cock between the swollen folds, then pulled her down to press a kiss to her lips. She rocked against him when his tongue flicked over her lower lip, nipping and driving her into a horny stupor. A few inches of his rock-hard erection slipped deeper as he vowed, “I swear I’d live forever like this if I could. My dick all snug and warm inside your cunt, hell, yeah.” Good thing he didn’t wait for a reply because Tory was utterly incapable of speech. She felt another hand smoothing over her back to her bottom. She turned her head to see Devon. In one hand he held a tube of lubricant, in the other he cupped a handful of her plump flesh. She watched as he squirted a portion of it onto his dick and smoothed it up and down his shaft. Her vision blurred as he began a slow glide inside her ass, filling her. She felt the familiar sense of fullness as his cock stretched her inner muscles. Con flexed his hips and buried the rest of his cock inside her throbbing pussy. “Oh God, yes. Yes!” Devon picked up the pace, fucking her a little faster, while Con seemed content to take his time. Tory’s body held both men tight. Devon’s hips slammed against hers as he pumped her ass with his cock. Con let loose a low growl and began moving in time with Devon. Soon both men were dancing to the same rhythm. Con’s fingers dug into her hips as he thrust hard. Devon shouted her name and hammered her ass. Once. Twice. Suddenly both men erupted, jets of hot come spilling inside. Tory felt every pump, every spasm of their cocks, and it spurred on her own orgasm. She flew over the edge, barely aware of Con’s strong arms surrounding her and Devon’s gentle hands petting her hair and back. She collasped on top of Con, her breathing ragged, their sweat mingling. Devon carefully slid out of her body, then plopped down on the bed beside them. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair off her face as Con kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Thank you, baby.” Tory blinked away some of her lethargy. “For what?” “For not giving up on me.” She forced her limp neck muscles to lift her head and realized he was staring at Devon. Both men turned their gazes toward her and grinned. “I love you,” she blurted out, again, as her watery gaze took in the sight of them. They were a whole lot wild, slightly sex-crazed and just a tad dysfunctional. And they were all hers. “Damn,” Devon groaned. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that, sugar.”
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“Ditto,” Con agreed before swatting her bottom. “Now, who’s up for round two?” Tory let out a deep sigh. “I love Valentine’s Day.”
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Anne Rainey grew up in a small town in central Ohio the only girl with three rowdy, older brothers. When she wasn’t playing tackle football with them she could be found tucked away in her mother’s book room getting lost in mysterious worlds created by authors such as Martha Grimes and Andrew M. Greeley. She’s had a variety of odd jobs including Chiropractic Assistant, Frame Stylist, Restaurant Hostess, and Nail Technician. Anne now lives with her fabulous husband, two gorgeous teenage daughters, two ornery dogs and three snooty cats. When she’s not dressing, feeding, cleaning or spending time with them, she can be found at the computer writing stories hot enough to make your toes curl! To learn more about Anne Rainey, please visit www.annerainey.com. Send an email to Anne at
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What She Craves © 2010 Anne Rainey Cape May, Book 2 Tory Jeffries likes things simple. A modest home, a web design business, easygoing men. Except there’s never one around when she needs one—and she needs a date for the event of the year, her friend Con Walker’s annual Christmas party. Not that she couldn’t go alone, but spending the evening as a third wheel doesn’t appeal. When her old friend Devon Mason turns up dateless as well, she anticipates a fun evening with her flirty, bad-boy buddy. Then Devon and Con offer her a Christmas treat that her inner slut begs her not to refuse. A night with both delicious, muscular men. In Con’s bed. Naked. After growing up together with an up-close-and-personal view of life’s ugly side, it doesn’t surprise Devon and Con that they’ve fallen for the same woman. They’ve watched her date men who aren’t nearly good enough for her, and now it’s time to show the fiery blonde just how perfectly she fits in their sinful fantasy sandwich. When they take their first long, slow taste, something extraordinary happens. They fall in love. Now all they have to do is convince their suddenly skittish princess that fairy tales can come true… Warning: This book contains one sassy heroine getting two tasty alpha heroes for Christmas. Expect some crazy hot m/f/m sex and a Christmas Eve party that’ll blow your stockings clean off.
Enjoy the following excerpt for What She Craves: Tory snorted and sat back in her chair. “You can’t be serious, Summer. It’s your first Christmas with Gage. I’m not crashing that little party, no matter how many times you ask.” Inwardly, Tory cringed. How pathetic, having her best friend take pity on her on Christmas Eve. It made her feel like a little lost orphan or something. Even though Summer didn’t mean it that way, Tory still wanted to crawl under the rug. Or better yet, have some handsome man walk through her front door and sweep her away. Sort of the way Gage had come into Summer’s life. He’d brought life back into her friend’s eyes. Tory was grateful to him for that. A little envious that she didn’t have a guy treating her as if she hung the moon, sure, but happy for Summer. Gage was exactly what Summer needed. The death of Seth, Summer’s first husband, had put the woman into a deepfreeze. Gage had come along and thawed her out. Summer reached across the table and swatted her hand. “Don’t be so difficult. Gage said he’d love to have you over, and you know I always enjoy your company.”
Tory forced a smile to her lips as she picked up her mug and sipped her hot coffee. The temperature was in the teens outside, and it wasn’t much warmer in her drafty kitchen. As she looked around, taking in the nearly fifty year old house, Tory sighed. It’d been her grandmother’s house until she’d passed away and left everything she owned to her only granddaughter. Tory knew she should renovate the old two-story, but she couldn’t bring herself to change even the color of the paint, as hard as the bright yellow was on the eyes, much less let some construction crew tromp around getting drywall dust all over her Nana’s prized area rug. Her grandfather had bought the oval rug when he’d had to go overseas on a business trip. It wasn’t the most beautiful thing, with the puke-green-and-rust floral print, but her grandmother had loved it, cherished it. No, Tory thought with fondness, the house would stay as it was, well-loved, if a little drafty at times. Tory took another sip of her coffee and desperately tried to come up with a logical reason why she couldn’t spend the evening with the lovebirds, when the phone rang. Ah, saved! Tory set her cup back down and stood. By the time she’d reached the living room, the phone had rung twice more. She grabbed it from the cradle and said, “Hello?” “Hey, sugar. What’s up?” Tory smiled as a little tingle skated down her spine. She’d recognize that devilish voice anywhere. One of her best buds, Devon Mason. Sweet, funny, cute as hell and just ornery enough to make her forget the little pity party she’d been throwing herself. “Hi, handsome. Not much, just talking to Summer.” Tory walked back into the kitchen to find Summer rinsing her cup and setting it in the sink. Devon groaned. “Is she still trying to get you to go to her place tonight?” “Yes,” Tory bit out, as she picked up her own cup and brought it to the sink. “Nothing quite like watching new lovers to make you feel like a total loser during the holidays, huh?” Tory turned and leaned against the counter, Summer’s gaze glued to hers. “Uh, yeah. Something like that.” “So, how about you come with me instead?” Instantly perking up, Tory asked, “You’re going to Con’s party?” Their mutual friend Con Walker held an annual Christmas party. The event was talked about for weeks beforehand and months afterwards. No expense was spared when Con threw a party. She’d gone every year and always had the time of her life. This time around, she had no date. Going alone seemed…beyond sad. She heard what sounded like shuffling papers in her ear, then Devon said, “Wouldn’t miss it.” Summer motioned to the other room, indicating she was going to the bathroom. Tory nodded. Once alone in the kitchen, she asked, “And you don’t have a date? That surprises me, Devon.” Devon made a tsking sound into the phone. “I wouldn’t ask you if I had a date.” He paused, then added, “And why should that surprise you? It’s not like I’m a player, Tory.”
Okay, now she felt bad. “That’s not what I meant. It’s just that you always have a date at Con’s Christmas Eve Gala.” “So do you, sugar. But I figured since we’re both available this year, it couldn’t hurt to go together, right?” It did sound like fun. Tory always enjoyed Devon’s company. And Con, though not as playful and flirtatious as Devon, made for some damned interesting company, she admitted to herself. Where Devon tended to be the impulsive jokester, Con’s personality leaned more toward quiet and intense. Together they never failed to entertain her. As Summer came back into the room, Tory made her decision. “What time are you picking me up?” She heard Devon chuckle. “Be ready at seven, sugar.” “Okay.” A little shiver ran through her. Crazy as it seemed, she was nervous. It’s not a date. He’s one of your best guy friends, nothing more. Get a grip. “Good. And Tory?” “Yeah?” “I have a feeling this is going to be a Christmas Eve we’ll both remember for years to come.” Devon’s warm voice uttering such a wicked promise had Tory frowning and staring at the phone. What was that about? By the time she managed to think up a witty reply, all she heard was a dial tone. “You’ve made plans, haven’t you?” Summer’s soft voice tore Tory out of her musings. She clicked end on the phone and placed it on the counter beside her. “Devon is taking me to Con’s. He’s picking me up at seven.” Tory mentally ran through her entire closet and cursed. “What is it?” “I don’t have squat to wear. I need to go shopping.” Tory grinned and bobbed her eyebrows. “Want to hit the mall?” Summer clapped her hands together. “I see cappuccinos and sexy dresses in our very near future.” Tory laughed. “Sweet. Let me get changed and we’ll see if we can’t find something that’ll knock the guys right on their asses.” “Guys? You and Devon are just friends though, right?” That stopped her. Friends. “Of course. I just meant, you know, if there are any single guys at the party.” “Uh-huh.” Tory turned and nearly ran from the kitchen. She was going to a party with a friend. She’d have a few drinks, laugh a little, then come home. A nice evening out. That’s all there was to it. A little voice in the back of her mind kept blathering on about Devon’s sensual voice and the promise he’d uttered. That little voice needed to shut the hell up already.
Devon sat back in his chair and stared at the phone, a sense of anticipation stirring his blood. Tonight would be the night. It had to be. He’d waited long enough. He picked up the phone again and dialed another number. “Tell me you have good news.” Devon smiled at the frustration in Con’s voice. “She’s coming,” he said, putting his friend out of his misery. “I’m picking her up at seven.” He heard Con let out a breath. “Damn. I can’t believe it’s finally happening.” “Easy, Con.” Devon felt compelled to issue the small warning. “She’s only agreed to accompany me as a friend. Nothing more.” “I know, but I’m still trying to think positive here. Don’t piss on my parade.” Devon chuckled and crossed his legs at the ankles. “No one is pissing on anyone’s parade, but we need to take this slow. I don’t want her hurt.” “And you think I do?” Flicking a glance at his office door, ensuring no one was around, he replied, “No. It’s just that Tory is going to be shocked when she finds out we both want her. That we’ve both ached to be more than her good buddies for the past three years. If I had to guess, I’d say she’s never been with two guys at once. Much less two guys she’s viewed as mere friends.” The more he thought about it, the more his gut churned. “Christ, she’s so damn innocent.” “Especially compared to the two of us, is that what you’re saying?” Con’s anger seeped through the phone. “We’re a hell of a lot more experienced, and you know it. Already I feel like the big bad wolf luring the sweet little girl with the promise of candy.” “Damn it, Devon, we’re not wolves and she’s not a little girl. This isn’t about getting laid. It’s about finally having Tory all to ourselves. This is the best opportunity we’re going to get.”
Love takes courage. Loving two men takes twice as much.
The Boys Next Door © 2010 Sierra Dafoe At seventeen, Tommy Ambinder was Annie Parsons’ first love, the center of her world. Almost. There was a secret spot reserved for Judah, Tommy’s elder brother. On the day she discovered Judah wanted her, as well, the aftermath drove Annie out of town—and a wedge between the men she loved. Now, haunted by guilt, Annie has returned to Melgrove, Montana with one hope in her heart—that twenty years has overcome the rift between the Ambinder boys. If they’ve mended fences, maybe she can repair her own life too. Tommy’s missed Annie all these years, but he never realized how much until one glimpse reignites the passion that time hasn’t quenched. Something else hasn’t changed, either—half of her heart still belongs to Judah. Now, with Annie poised to run again, history is threatening to repeat itself—unless one of them has the courage to break free of the pattern and blaze a new trail that’s wide enough for all three. Warning: This book contains all the volcanic intensity of first love, searing-hot sex scenes, and two brothers sharing the one woman they love!
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Boys Next Door: Judah froze in shock as Annie buried her face against his chest, her arms wrapped around him so tight he could feel her heart thudding. “Oh God, Judah!” Tears were streaming down her face as she babbled, “I thought you were gone, I didn’t know what happened, the house was all empty and I didn’t know where you were!” She looked up at him finally, a frantic sort of happiness shining in her eyes. “How are you? How’s Tommy? Is he okay? God, I’ve missed you!” He wanted to shake her. He wanted to hit her, almost. For twenty years she’d been gone, vanished off the face of the earth, and now here she was smiling at him, telling him she’d missed him? How in twenty years could she have changed so little? She was still as impulsive, still as heedless of consequences, blissfully unaware of how her actions affected others. He wanted to kiss her so badly he almost couldn’t breathe. He held himself rigid, not returning her embrace. Uncertainty bloomed like a shadow in the hazel depths of her eyes, and she dropped her arms, looking away. Judah felt his heart lurch back into motion as her gaze released him, the sudden rush of blood making his head spin.
Annie Parsons. If she’d changed at all in twenty years, he couldn’t see it. Oh sure, there were a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and the lustrous brown hair which her mother had always kept neatly trimmed now hung in a careless shag cut he wasn’t sure he liked. Unthinkingly, he started to reach out and brush the dust from her hair—then Judah stopped himself, fisting his hand at his side. What in hell did he think he was doing? Gritting his jaw, he jerked his chin at the hillside. “Came over to see what spooked the livestock. What are you doing here, Annie?” She gave him a quick, almost guilty sidelong glance, then shrugged, her gaze tracing the low, weathered hills. “I just…wanted to see how you were, I guess. I’m sorry I panicked. When I saw the house…” He nodded to himself. He knew that panic. It had flared in his own gut the day she’d disappeared, making him push past her crying mother and storm up the stairs, determined to see for himself. Her abandoned room, her empty closet, had hit him like a hard punch straight to the stomach. Even now, the memory could still rock him if he wasn’t careful. “It just got to be too much to keep up, after Dad died.” His terse explanation didn’t begin to carry the weight of grief of those days, the way everything had seemed to fall apart all at once. Even her parents had moved away shortly thereafter. But Annie must’ve caught an echo of his emotion anyway—she looked at him, soft concern showing in her hazel eyes. “When did it happen?” It was his turn to shrug, looking out over the pastures. “Fifteen years ago.” Five years after you left. Where did you go, Annie? He kicked at a clump of dried leaves clotting the porch, making them rustle. “It’s amazing how quick things go to pieces out here.” She was still watching him, her gaze seeming to cut straight through the wall he was trying so hard to keep between them. The warm compassion in her eyes stroked him in a way that both angered and soothed him. Damn it, Annie, stop looking at me like that. “I’m sorry, Judah.” “Yeah, well…” He nodded briefly, pushing away her sympathy. “Ma’s doing all right. She’s sixtythree now, can you believe it? Sixty-three and still gets up at five a.m. to feed the chickens.” “And Tommy? How is he?” Judah froze at the question. Annie’s eyes were wide, direct, the concern shading their hazel depths not only for him now. Her voice was so gentle, damn it, asking about Tommy. As if she still loved him. As if she still cared.
Anger flared inside him, along with the old, twisted jealousy. If she’d ever truly loved Tommy, if she’d cared about him at all, she would never have let Judah kiss her beneath the bleachers. Never would have let him touch her as he’d dreamed of doing. Never would have run to his arms in the night… Judah cleared his throat. Against his will, his gaze flicked downward, tracing the line of her thighs through her faded jeans. “He’s all right. He’s in Washington these days. Bought a farm there. He’s married now.” He watched Annie closely, wanting to see her reaction. If his words surprised her, she hid it well. “That’s great. When was this?” “Seven, eight years ago. Something like that. He’s got kids,” Judah elaborated. “Two boys and a girl.” Something flickered briefly in her eyes, but she only smiled. “That makes you an uncle. Congratulations.” “Yeah, I guess it does.” He cleared his throat again. “And you?” she asked. “How about you?” Her eyes were too soft. Too warm. Too lovely. Judah shifted uncomfortably and pushed back his Stetson. “Me? I’ll never leave Montana.” He snorted. “You know me.” “Do I?” Two words, one little question, and suddenly it seemed like there wasn’t enough air for his lungs. Never mind the vast blue sky above them, or the miles of open, rolling hills all around. Judah moved closer, his voice dropping half an octave. “I’ll always be here, Annie. You know that.” Her gaze rose to meet his, full of shadows. Maybe longing. Something thrummed in the air between them, and Judah stepped away quickly. Christ, what was he doing? “So, how long you in town for?” He leaned against the porch railing, absently noting the flaking paint. Ought to do something about that, he thought, then: Why bother? It’s not like it matters. But it still broke his heart. Annie shrugged. “Just overnight, really. I booked a room at the boarding house.” He nodded. “You drive out here?” “Yeah. I parked up on the ridge. I…I didn’t want anyone to see me.” Which was probably smart, Judah admitted. Even thoughtful. Maybe Annie had changed, if only a little. Suddenly, he wasn’t so happy with the idea. Then he pictured her sliding pell-mell down the slope, sending dirt flying and scaring the cattle half to pieces. He had to fight to suppress a smile. Yeah, that was the Annie he remembered, all right. “Well, come on,” he said, straightening. “I’ll give you a lift.” She was silent as he drove down the long, dusty ranch road, hopping out without his asking to open the livestock gate at the far end. Her hair hung in her face, and in the afternoon light she looked as slim and
nimble as she had at seventeen. She grinned at him as she climbed back into the truck. “Thought I forgot that, didn’t you?” Judah merely grunted and turned onto Route 32. But as they rattled up the dirt track running up to the ridge, he heard himself saying, “If you’re bored tonight, go on down to the pool hall. They put in a dance floor,” he added awkwardly. Shut up, Judah! “Are you going to be there?” “Dunno. I doubt it.” Hell no, Judah, and what in hell are you thinking? “Well, maybe I’ll think about it, then,” she answered. “Thanks for the lift. And say hi to your mom for me. I miss her.” Opening the door, she hesitated. “It’s good to see you, Judah.” He didn’t answer, and after a moment she climbed out. He waited as she walked to what looked like a brand-new Buick, started it up and backed it around. Her eyes met his once through the windshield, and she waved as she drove past. He didn’t wave back. Judah watched in the rearview mirror until the Buick was out of sight. He wasn’t going to the pool hall. It had taken too many years for the hole in his chest to stop aching constantly. Too many sleepless nights wondering where she was, how she was. Wondering if she was all right. She was fine, and that was enough. He didn’t need to know more than that. He didn’t want to know more. And he sure as hell didn’t want her getting anywhere near Tommy.
