Authors: Renee Michaels
They stirred her up and the tightness where her companions were planted deep inside changed from unfamiliarity to a welcome fullness. She gave a slight wiggle of her hips. They took it as a signal, and rocked their hips.
With subtle movements, they delved deeper and withdrew. Gradually she began to ride them of her own volition and bliss crept through her like a fever. She moved with restless impatience. Molly needed more, and she knew what she wanted. Deeper, faster, harder thrusts, bracing her hands on Graeme’s shoulder, her knees on the bed. She eased back and forth, impaling herself on the dual shafts.
With the tempo of their loving set, their happy threesome moved in an easy synchronicity, submersed in each other. Sweaty slaps of flesh against flesh joined the grunts and moans they released.
At the culmination, frenzied paroxysms overtook them. The men slammed her between their bodies. Her orgasm hit her and she screamed, racked by a blinding ecstasy.
Slumped down on Graeme’s heaving torso, she murmured, “I am going to miss this, the two of you, when I go.”
“Go where? The earl is fixed on the young miss. You’ll be staying,” Logan stated with a great deal of satisfaction in his voice.
Covering her mouth to stifle a yawn, Molly murmured, “After the wedding, I am off to seek my fortune. I’ve had my fill of being in service.”
Graeme’s chest rumbled under her ear. “We make a good living here. I think we will have to do our best to change your mind.”
“Well, you are welcome to try,” Molly invited. She’d let them try as much and as often as they wanted.
Epilogue
Molly raced down the corridor towards the earl’s bedchamber much later than she’d intended. When she heard the wall-rattling shriek, she knew all hell was about to break loose. Molly rounded the corner to see the earl’s bedroom door ajar. She peeked in to see Priscilla with a handkerchief pressed to her lips. The estate was saved, the earl had nabbed himself an heiress.
Annabelle sat up in bed with the sheet clutched to her breasts. There were marks on her neck, her lips were bruised and swollen, and there was a sleepy, satisfied, well-fucked look on her face. Annabelle grinned at her apoplectic stepmother.
“You’ll be pleased to know I’ve given his lordship my hand in marriage.”
“It’s not only your hand you’ve given him, you tart.”
Molly let out a small, laughing snort, and Priscilla swung round to shoot her a baleful glare.
“You! This is all your fault. Pack your traps and get out,” the red-faced Priscilla screeched.
“No need to send me on my way, ma’am. With Miss Annabelle settled, I’m free to go. I’m heading to San Francisco to make my fortune.” Nothing gave her more satisfaction than to see the impotent rage on her nemesis’s face.
“Molly, you can’t leave me yet. We have my trousseau to assemble. Gideon has promised to take me to Paris for our wedding trip.” A wicked glimmer gleamed in Annabelle’s eyes. “I couldn’t possibly go without you.”
“Well, until after your honeymoon, miss.” She could think of two reasons to make her stay worth her time. It’d be no hard task to linger a while. She’d see to it that the newly minted countess secured an appointment with Charles Worth, the couturier to the nobility. It seemed her lovers would have more time to persuade her to tarry a little longer.
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Three’s A Cruise
Becca Jameson
Excerpt
Chapter One
“I’m so glad we did this,” Haley shouted over the roar of the bar music. She glanced around at the Miami crowd. The dimly lit place was packed with an eclectic variety of Friday-night patrons. Everyone from the suits who came straight from work to young girls in denim miniskirts and tight crop tops filled the dance floor and squeezed around each other, vying for a table.
“Did what, hon?” Jordan smiled at her, a wry grin on his face. “Went out for a drink?” He chuckled. “Baby, if that’s all it takes to make you happy, we can go out every night.”
Haley glared at him, but all in fun. “Ha ha. Arrived at the port a night early, doofus.” She swatted her boyfriend playfully on the arm. “I feel so much more relaxed knowing we are already here so we can’t miss the ship in the morning.”
“You’re right.” Jordan took her in his arms and kissed her soundly on the lips. “As usual. I would never doubt you. Now, do you want to dance…or just stand here?” He nibbled a path to her ear. How could she refuse that?
“Let’s do it.” Haley nodded towards the floor, grabbed Jordan’s hand, and headed that way. She squeezed into the throng of dancers and shook her hair back, peeling a few strawberry blonde strands from her cheek.
After several songs, Jordan leaned in to speak to her. “Gonna hit the men’s room. I’ll be right back.”
“’K.” With so many people bouncing around the floor to the popular pop hits, it didn’t really matter who was with whom.
Haley lifted her arms in the air, shimmied to the beat, and let her eyes close partway. All she wanted right that minute was to relax and begin to enjoy their vacation.
One week. Seven nights and seven days out on the open water. No responsibilities. No work phone calls. Just endless stretches of deep blue water and white-capped waves. The idea was so luxurious, she smiled to herself.
“Hey, gorgeous. Mind if I join you?” The deep gravelly voice dragged Haley from her personal reverie. She opened her eyes wider to peek at the owner of the voice.
Dark brown eyes peered down at her from very close to her face. The owner of that delightful chocolate gaze was a tall man with wavy brown hair and suntanned skin. His mouth was lifted at one corner in a half smile and his eyebrows rose in question.
He was sex on a stick. Haley licked her lips and nodded. “Sure.” She squeezed a few inches to one side to make room for the muscular hunk and resumed her dance moves.
Haley knew she was fit and attractive. First of all, Jordan told her so daily, and second of all, this wasn’t the first time she’d been hit on in a bar. She didn’t mind, especially when the stud doing the hitting was as sexy as this guy.
When the fast-paced song ended, there was a pause in the music. Warm hands wrapped around Haley’s midriff from behind. She knew those hands. Jordan’s breath tickled her ear as he spoke. “I slip away for one minute and you find someone else.” His words were playful, teasing.
Jordan held his hand out to the stranger. “Jordan, and you are?”
Jordan squeezed Haley up close to himself, his arm resting right under her breasts. Damn him. He knew that drove her crazy. She heaved in several breaths while she watched the stranger take Jordan’s proffered hand reluctantly.
“Nathan. Sorry, dude. I didn’t realise she was with someone.”
“No apology necessary. She’s her own woman. Besides, I enjoy watching her dance. I’m gonna go get a beer.” Jordan nodded towards the bar. “Either of you want anything?”
Nathan stared Jordan down, his eyes narrowing while Haley bit her lip. Would the man take the bait? She and Jordan had engaged in threesomes several times in the past, but it wasn’t always easy to find a willing partner to join them. A delicately balanced conversation often ended in disaster.
Haley held her breath, thankful for the lull in the pounding music of the bar. She glanced to the stage and noticed that the band seemed to be switching out.
Finally, a slow smile spread across Nathan’s face. His eyes widened to a more normal size. “You want me to dance with your woman while you go buy me a beer?” He tested the water.
“That’d be perfect. Haley is insatiable. She can out dance anyone. I’d love the break.” The double meaning didn’t go unnoticed by Haley.
Insatiable my ass
. Did Nathan catch his insinuation too?
Without waiting for a response, Jordan leaned around Haley’s shoulder and kissed her briefly on the lips. As he sauntered away, he let one hand trail all the way down her arm until just their fingertips touched before he released her. He even winked.
A quick glance in the direction of the confused newcomer showed his gaze penetrating her. Nathan had not seen Jordan’s gesture.
As though on cue, music began to play once more. A slow song.
“For all you lovers out there tonight,” beamed through the microphone. A cringing squeak came from the speakers and then a soft melody began.
Nathan hesitated, but Haley didn’t let him slip away. She could practically taste him already. He stood so close, their bodies touched. His huge body warmed the space around her. She loved a large muscular frame…and so did Jordan. He smelt delicious, either his cologne or some spicy aftershave enticing her.
Haley ran both hands up his chest and settled her forearms on his shoulders. She pasted what she sincerely hoped was a seductive smile on her lips. “Are we going to dance, or just stand here?”
The man was a statue, still frozen and stunned. Finally, he gave a quick shake of his head as if to clear it and grinned down at her. “Who am I to question my good fortune?”
Nathan pulled her in tight, his wide palm spanning the space between her short tight blouse and the low waist of her jeans.
Haley sucked in a breath. Warm fingers teased her bare skin, his thumb and pointer drawing languid circles in the hollow of her back. Her nipples pebbled under the thin lace of her bra, standing at attention. If she leant forward one more inch, she’d be able to press them into his firm pecs.
As it turned out, Nathan did that for her. His silky navy shirt slipped easily against her own cropped white blouse, torturing her as they danced.
The man could move. Once he got over the initial shock of the arrangement she had with her boyfriend, he relaxed into the best dance partner she’d been with in a long time, except for Jordan, of course.
Nathan’s free hand strayed up Haley’s back until he tangled it into the curls at the nape of her neck. “I love your hair. It’s so long and the shade is mesmerising. It’s what caught my eye when I came in.”
Thank God for the slow music and the lower volume or Haley never would have been able to hear Nathan’s soft words as they wafted through her hair and into her ear from several inches above her. She had to crane her neck to stare up into his face. A wave of his hair hung over one side of his forehead almost covering his eye. When he shook it back, it fell immediately into the same spot.
“Thanks.” Jesus, it had been a long time since she’d fallen for another man. Even when she and Jordan found a third to spend the evening with, the attraction was never this blatant.
Where would this interesting evening lead? Would Nathan in all his obvious manly security be willing to spend a night with her and Jordan? It would be the ideal way to spend the evening before their cruise. Thousands of miles from home and about to leave in the morning—they’d never see the man again.
Perfect. Right? Why did that idea already sadden Haley? She didn’t know this Nathan from Adam. She really shouldn’t be salivating over him so. He could be an axe murderer for heaven’s sake.
No way.
Those eyes of his seemed to penetrate into her soul as he watched her. She’d never believe he was evil or had any ill intent. He was just a guy out for the evening, probably a local from Miami, out to have a good time. And what good luck for Haley. And Jordan.
The slow song ended and one with a faster pace began. Haley moved to the music, shaking her ass back and forth in time to the beat.
Nathan chuckled. “Girl, you can sure move.”
Oh, you have no idea
.
Could she be the luckiest woman on earth tonight? Where did Nathan’s tastes lie? Did he go both ways? It didn’t really matter how far he was willing to go. Jordan and Haley were flexible in their liaisons. Even when they visited fetish bars, they met all types of people. Their tastes ranged from voyeurism to bisexual interludes. Anything in between was tantalising. If Nathan wanted to watch, that would get Haley off all by itself. If he were willing to join in with either or both of them, even better.
Haley was sure of one thing—she’d always be safe. Jordan was a cop. The man went nowhere without a weapon. Under no circumstances would she ever be in danger.
And Nathan didn’t strike her as the dangerous type.
Haley danced around him, seductively shimmying her ass and thrusting her breasts out. When she got behind him, her hands trailed up his firm butt and settled on his waist for a moment. She glanced at the bar. She needn’t have. Jordan’s gaze pierced them even from that distance. The man would be salivating, though this time she wasn’t sure the allure was mostly her. Nathan, with his muscles, height and tan, was just Jordan’s type.
Haley hoped for Jordan’s sake that the man wouldn’t turn them down and would be willing to play a bit. Sure enough, Jordan’s penetrating gaze was locked on the dancing couple. He clutched a beer in his hand, but he didn’t lift it to his mouth. Haley’s inner devil smiled as she continued the charade, performing for her boyfriend the best way she knew how.
Two faster dances played before Haley felt parched. “Shall we go find that beer?”
Nathan kissed her palm and led her off the floor. He didn’t hesitate. It was a good sign. Firmly gripping her hand, Nathan tugged her through the throng of patrons to the bar.
When Haley could finally see around the man’s wide expanse of shoulders, they were right in front of Jordan. He smiled and handed them each a glistening bottle of cold beer. “Cheers.”
Jordan sat on a high stool, his legs spread several inches apart. She’d seen that stance before. He always assumed it when he needed to accommodate a hard-on.
Nathan took a long swig from the bottle while Haley watched his Adam’s apple bounce up and down. She itched to lick her tongue up that line of his neck.
When he’d quenched his thirst sufficiently, he settled his gaze on the two of them. “Do you guys do this often?”