Party of Three (Sunday Night Dinner Club #1 (11 page)

“Yeah, babe?”

“I…I need to come.”

Jesus, so did Levi.

Spencer surged inside her once more, and Levi swore his mate’s dick had grown. “You ready for me to touch your clit now?”

“No,” Chelsea almost sobbed. “God, No. Just…please…say it’s okay.”

“Ah, babe. You waited all this time?”

She nodded with a choked sob.

“We’re both inside you, babe. Levi and I. You can come now. You can come whenever you’re ready.” He reached up and kissed her lips. “I can’t fucking wait to feel your pussy pulsing all over my dick. Can’t wait ’til your cream covers my balls. Gonna come with you, babe. Gonna come so damned hard.”

Before Spencer had finished speaking, Chelsea broke.

Her ass clamped down like a vice around Levi’s cock, squeezing so tightly Levi almost burst a blood vessel in his brain. He couldn’t move, didn’t try. He stayed where he was, buried deep inside her, relishing the squeeze, the ache, the throb. And when the convulsions began, and her ass steadily squeezed and released him, the exquisite agony was almost too much to bear.

His balls tightened to stone, and blood and come pulsed through his shaft.

Spencer gave a low, harsh groan, and then he was coming too, the beating of his dick as he released his load reverberated along the length of Levi’s cock.

He couldn’t take the pressure or the pleasure a second longer. Didn’t try. He just let go, pulled back and buried himself in Chelsea over and over until he couldn’t stand it another second. He came, emptying himself deep within Chelsea’s dark, forbidden back passage. He and Spencer and Chelsea came in unison, their cries filling the air.

And in that moment, Levi realized everything he’d ever known about his life had changed. He’d changed. No longer was he the man who thrilled in the chase, relished the orgasm and fled the next day. He was now the man who’d found the woman who’d complete his life. And he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life sharing that woman with his best friend.

Chelsea lay utterly breathless on Levi’s bed. Levi spooned behind her, his chest pressed to her back, the front of his thighs pressed to the back of hers and his arm holding her firmly around her waist. And she spooned Spencer exactly the same way.

If the house burst into flames around her, she would not find the energy or the reserve to save herself. But why would she want to? She was right where she needed to be. Right where she belonged. And she’d never been happier.

“Know what I can’t wait for?” Levi asked behind her. He sounded as breathless as she felt.

“What?” Spencer asked.

“The time when we can do that again. All of us.”

“Mmm. Me neither,” Chelsea agreed wholeheartedly.

“Know what I can’t believe?” Spencer said.

“What?” Levi asked.

“That I’d fall in love with the same woman my best mate fell in love with, and feel this happy to share her.”

“Yeah.” Levi nodded behind her, his chin bumping against her shoulder. “It’s pretty damn unbelievable. But there you have it.”

“Wait.” Chelsea sat up so quickly that Levi fell forward and Spencer fell back, clunking heads.

Spencer
oofed
, while Levi rubbed his head.

“What did you say?” she demanded.

Spencer sat up beside her. “That it’s pretty damn unbelievable.”

“No. Not that part. The other part.”

“We’re happy to share you, sweetheart.” Levi pushed upright as well. “Ridiculously happy.”

“No.” She almost waved his words away and then realized what he’d said. “Well, yes, that.” Holy smoke, yes,
that
. “But the other part. The first part.”

Spencer smiled, and Chelsea’s chin dropped.

Dear God, he looked gorgeous when he smiled. Drop-dead, bone-meltingly gorgeous.

“You mean the bit about us both loving you?”

She nodded, still too awed by his beautiful smile to answer.

“It’s true.” Levi took her hand. She turned to look at him, and her heart skipped a good few beats when she saw the serious look in his eyes. Her lungs seized, refusing to function for long seconds. Gone was the laughter and the teasing and the jokes. All she could see was the emotion that filled his gaze, making the blue of his eyes shine. “I love you, Chels. I’m totally, completely in love with you. And Spence here—”

“I love you too, babe.” Spencer still smiled. “I’m one hundred percent hooked on you. And I think the three of us, together, will be brilliant.”

“Agreed,” Levi said. “Brilliant.”

“Y-you’d want that? All of us together, all of the time.”

Levi’s easy grin returned. “Not all of the time. Fact, I’m kinda looking forward to the mornings Spence has to work. When you get back from your run and you’ve got a few hours to kill before you have to be at the restaurant. I’ll have you all to myself then.”

“And I figure I’ll get you alone when Lev writes at night,” Spencer told her. “It’ll be just you and me and one big bed. Or couch. Or wall, kitchen bench top or floor.”

“B-but then when will it be all three of us?”

“Whenever you want, Chels,” Levi said. “Whenever you want.”

“There’s just one thing we’d need from you first,” Spencer added, back to his solemn self.

“What is it?” Anything. She’d give them anything at all to live the dream life she never knew she wanted.

“We need to hear the words too, Chels. I love you. Spence loves you. How about you?”

“Oh, God. I love you too. Both of you. I’ve loved you since you walked into my restaurant a year ago. I fell so hard then, and I never got back up. These last few days, I’ve fallen harder and harder.” She leaned in and kissed one man. “I love you, Levi Barret.” Then she turned and kissed the other. “I love you, Spencer Allen.”

Levi collapsed back against a pile of cushions. “Thank God for small miracles.”

She smiled at him.

“One more question,” he said.

“Anything.”

“Are we still welcome at Chelsea’s?”

“Oh, my God, yes. Every day. And night. Always.”

Levi breathed a massive sigh. “Phew.”

Spencer grinned at Levi. “Lucky for you.”

Huh? “Why would you say that?”

Levi’s smiled a mischievous smile. “The club threatened me.”

Chelsea’s stared at him blankly.

“The Sunday Night Dinner Club,” he clarified. “They warned me to leave you alone.”

“What? Why?”

“In case he screwed up our chances of ever being allowed back into the restaurant again.”

“How could he have screwed it up?”

“His love-’em-and-leave-’em ways,” Spencer explained. “They were worried he’d hurt you.”

“Would you?” she asked Levi. “Hurt me?”

The solemnity was back in his eyes. “Never.”

“How about you?” she asked Spencer.

“Never.”

“Then I think there’ll be no problem with the Dinner Club dining at Chelsea’s. Ever. In fact, if you carry on treating me the way you’ve both treated me tonight, I think the Dinner Club will have a long and happy relationship with Chelsea’s.”

“And I think Spence and I will have a long and happy relationship with Chelsea.”

“The happiest,” Spencer agreed. And with that, he drew Chelsea into his arms and he and Levi proceeded to show Chelsea just how happy they’d make her.

Party Of Three

Copyright © 2014 Jess Dee

Two men, one woman and a whole menu of opportunities.

Sunday Night Dinner Club, Book 1

When Spencer Allen arranges an impromptu date with Chelsea Holden, the beautiful restaurant owner he’s lusted after for months, he discovers an unexpected obstacle in his quest for true love—his best mate.

Levi Barret’s always been reluctant to give his heart to one woman, until Chelsea catches his attention. Now he’s finding it difficult to think of anyone else.

Levi’s interest in Chelsea could spell the end of a lifelong friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship.

Warning: Be sure to keep a safe distance from the oven. When things heat up in this kitchen, sparks are going to fly.

If you enjoyed
Party of Three
, please turn the page for a preview of the second book in the
Sunday Night Dinner Club
Series:
Table For Two

Copyright © 2014 Jess Dee

James Elliot never meant to barge into his friend’s bedroom, but now that he’s caught an eyeful of Olivia Taylor, butt-naked, he can’t seem to imagine her any other way.

Liv’s world is falling apart. The goals she’s worked so hard to achieve are crumbling. The only thing she can rely on now is the constant stability her friends provide.

But one of those friends is changing the dynamics of their relationship. James is whipping away everything that’s familiar between them and replacing it with a sensuality and a passion Liv can’t ignore.

With so much at stake, Liv has no time to fall in love—even if it’s with her best friend. It’s up to James to guide her through the toughest challenge of her life and show her that the light on the other side of the tunnel just might burn between them forever.

Warning: Contains all the red-hot loving you’d expect from a Jess Dee romance, and a sexy, sports-mad, muscle-bound alpha hero with a penchant for tossing his heroine over his shoulder.

Chapter One

James Elliot pushed the door open and stepped into the room. He got two steps in—and froze.

“Bloody hell!” Olivia Taylor’s yelp pierced the air. “What are you doing in here?”

James had to force the muscles in his jaw to work before he could respond, and even then forming words wasn’t easy. “What am I doing? Uh, what are you doing?”

Liv glared at him. “What does it look like I’m doing?” A curious, high-pitched squeak marred the usual controlled tone of her voice.

“Uh…” James took a moment to look her over from head to toe. A moment he knew he had no right to take, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His gaze swept from the shocked look in her blue eyes and the rosy red lips pursed in a frown, to the hand propped on her hip and finally to the sexy red nail polish on her toes. “Well, it, uh, doesn’t look like you’re doing much of anything.”

Which wasn’t a false assessment of the situation. She just stood there, glaring at him. James would know, since he couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from her. Hell, he couldn’t even blink. She might not be doing a damn thing, but she’d never looked better. Ever.

She scowled at him, shooting invisible daggers from across her bedroom. “I’m getting dressed, you moron.”

“Ah, right.” James nodded, snapping back to reality. “Which would probably explain why you have nothing on.” His good friend stood there, beside a tall chest of drawers, stripped naked. Magnificently, wonderfully, stunningly naked.

She looked good. Chin-droppingly, mouth-wateringly good. And just as soon as the shock of finding her this way wore off, he’d close his eyes, turn around and get the hell out of her bedroom.

“Yes, that would indeed explain it.” Her voice held a hint of sarcasm. “What is not explainable is what you’re doing inside my room
while
I’m getting dressed?”

James narrowed his eyes in confusion. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m here to collect you and Ava.”

It wasn’t like Liv hadn’t been expecting him. As had become routine over the years, James stopped in at Liv and Ava’s place every third Sunday evening to pick them up for Dinner Club. It was pointless taking two cars when they lived in the same block of flats and were all headed to the same place. “We have dinner tonight.”

“I didn’t ask what you were doing in the
flat
. I asked what you were doing in my
bedroom
.”

“Is that a trick question?” He tilted his head to the side, genuinely puzzled.

She glared at him.

“You invited me in.”

“I most definitely did not.”

“I knocked. You said come in.”

Liv folded her arms beneath her breasts in indignation. “I said I’m
coming
.”

It took James a good few seconds to respond. For the life of him, he could not string a sentence together. Not when Liv’s arms framed her breasts so perfectly. And what breasts they were—small, round and pert. Not even a handful by his estimation, but still enough to satisfy any man.

One glance was all it took to make him hard as a rock.

He curled his fingers into fists as an unexpected urge to touch her left him bewildered. Liv’s breasts may be a solid fifteen on a scale of one to ten, but they were Olivia’s, for fuck sake.
Liv’s
. His friend, his mate, his good buddy from way back when.

No way in hell should he be pondering how best to get his grubby paws on them.

“James!” the friend in question spluttered.

Ah, right. She expected a response to…
Crap
.
What had she just said?

He mentally scanned through their conversation.