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Authors: Sarina Wilde


Spare Dick



Bringing another guy into the
bedroom was supposed to spice up Kevin and Jill’s married life. But when Jill
insists their third should be someone they don’t know, Kevin’s concerned. His
police detective mentality doesn’t want a stranger in their bed.

Then his new partner volunteers for
the job. Adam Heller’s more than willing to satisfy Jill’s
every desire. It’s the perfect solution. Jill doesn’t know who Hell is and
Kevin has the security of including someone he trusts. What could possibly go

Their night at a local hotel is hotter
than any of them dreamed of—until an early morning page reveals Hell’s true
identity. Now, in the midst of investigating a possible serial killer, Hell and
Kevin struggle to convince Jill that Hell is more than just a spare dick.


Inside Scoop:
Jill’s lusty
menagé partners are pretty adventurous and even get up to some male/male
action—both within and outside the threesome.


contemporary erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave

Spare Dick
Sarina Wilde


Chapter One


“Hey! Ramsey, you missed the turn, dude. What’s up with you

Kevin swore and pulled their unmarked sedan into a bank parking
lot in North Raleigh so he could turn around. “Sorry, man. I was thinking about
something else.”

Like the fact his wife was busy trying to find them a
stranger through some online swap site, a stranger for her to fuck while he
watched. Kevin ground his teeth.

“Shit,” Adam Heller, better known as Hell, his partner,
swore. “Park the car for a second. I’m in no rush to get back downtown, so you
can either talk about what’s going on or clam up and let me drive.”

Kevin pulled into a shady spot beneath some towering pines.
He rolled down the window, waited for Hell to do the same and switched off the

“So what’s up? You and Jill okay?”

Kevin glanced sideways at his partner’s concerned
expression. They’d been paired for just a month, although they’d run into each
other at the shooting range often over the past year, and spent some time
afterward shooting the breeze instead of targets. As a result, Hell seemed to
have developed a sixth sense where he was concerned.

“Yeah…” Kevin trailed off and sighed.

“That doesn’t sound too positive. You need to talk?”

Kevin snorted. As if he wanted to go all true confession.
Sure, partners were close, but he’d never have admitted this to his old
partner. Never in a million years. “This isn’t something…I mean…everything’s

Hell waited. Kevin liked that he didn’t pressure him. He
turned to tell him, saw the patient, intent expression in his partner’s eyes
and realized he could talk about this. Hell wouldn’t judge, but he might have
some advice.

“I’ve told you we’ve been together since high school. Except
for the year I was in Iraq, Jill and I have rarely been apart since we were
sixteen. I know everything about her, like she does me.”

Hell frowned. “You’re not thinking about fucking around on
her, are you?”

Kevin jerked his head around. “No way. She’s…uh…you’ve seen
her. She’s pretty hot and always ready to try anything when it comes to sex
that I am.”

“Something’s off, and in my experience, if it’s causing this
much distraction it generally involves sex.”

Kevin twisted in his seat and took a hard look at his
partner. Adam had never been married and didn’t have a steady girlfriend,
though he didn’t appear to lack women willing to volunteer, judging from the
response he got when they worked out at the gym. The guy for sure had more
experience than he did. Jill was the only woman Kevin had ever fucked.

“Shit. I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this, but I
could really use some advice.”

“I’ll help if I can and tell you if I can’t. You’re my
partner, dude. If something’s bothering you, then it’s bothering us.”

Kevin brushed his hand over his short hair. “Jill and I have
always tried to keep our sex life fresh. To begin with, we did it in different
places.” He paused and grinned. “Once, we did it on top of a patrol car in the
hospital parking lot.”

“Shit. You could have gotten suspended.”

“The risk was part of the appeal, I guess. A couple years
ago, we started using toys—nothing kinky. After I…uh…used a dildo at the same
time we fucked, she joked that we needed another guy to join in.”

He stopped, waiting to see if he’d shocked him, but Hell
just watched him with his keen, dark gaze. Kevin sighed. “It’s been kind of an
ongoing joke, but the discussion got serious when she realized how turned-on I
got imagining another guy fucking her while I watched.”

“Are you afraid she’s screwing around on you?”


“So what’s the problem?”

“We really are looking for someone to join in.” Kevin
laughed shortly. “God, that sounds so perv.”

“If you believe it is, then maybe you shouldn’t do it.”

He shook his head. “No. I’m okay with it. It’s just not
something you walk outside and tell the neighbor.”

“Yo, dude…not the neighbor.”

Kevin grinned. “Thank God. Here’s the problem. When we
started hammering out the details, Jill flat-out resisted the idea of fucking
anyone we knew. I think, given a choice, she’d find a professional and pay the
guy. You know, no emotions or hurt feelings, a business deal pure and simple.”

“And you’d rather it be someone whose background you know.”

“Exactly. The cop in me recoils from hooking up with a
stranger. We have so many more cases now with stalkers.”

“You could always do a background check.”

“By the time I have the info, it might be too late. What if
the guy is some sort of real pervert who’s just never been caught? I mean, the
best-case scenario would be to find someone I know but she doesn’t.”

“You think she’d be okay with that?”

“Well, yeah, I guess. More importantly, it would ease my
mind. I want this to be a fantasy fulfilled, not something that turns into a

Hell frowned. “You know, I understand your concern, but,
dude, don’t you think she would be mad as hell if she found out?”

“Maybe, but it’s a risk worth taking if I know she’ll be
safe.” Kevin stared out at the emptying parking lot. By the time they got back
downtown, their shift would about be over. Jill wasn’t expecting him until
later anyway since this was gym night.

“What about me, then?” Hell’s voice was quiet.

Maybe there was someone at the—Kevin’s internal monologue
screeched to a halt. “What? What did you say?”

Hell shifted sideways in the seat, loosening his tie. “I
said, what about me? We haven’t been partners long enough for her to know me.
Would she recognize the name?”

“Maybe. I always called you either Hell or my partner, but it’s
possible when you first got promoted that I mentioned your full name. At the
very least I probably said Officer Heller.” Kevin shook his head and smacked
himself in the forehead. “What the fuck am I thinking? No, it won’t work.”

“Why not?”

“We made an agreement. She agreed to let me watch a guy fuck
her if I would let the guy suck me off.”


Kevin’s mouth dropped open. As he stared at his partner he
wasn’t quite sure what to say. Gathering his wits, he tried to clarify. “You’d
be willing to suck my dick so you could fuck my wife?”

“Yep.” Picking up on Kevin’s growing panic, Hell continued.
“Look, it’s a dick. I’ve done some other threesomes and once everybody gets
naked, it doesn’t really matter who’s doing what to whom. And who should know
better how to suck a dick than someone who’s got one.”

“So you’ve sucked somebody’s dick before?” Kevin couldn’t
quite believe he was even having this conversation. Even more, he couldn’t
believe he’d started to swell inside his slacks.

“Sucked, been sucked. Best blowjob I ever had was from a
former pro-football player. Hell, Kevin, you must know there are private clubs
around North Carolina where you can do it all. You could go to one out of town.
It would take off the pressure…”

“No. We talked about that. We’re not interested in swapping
or anything and we’re not interested in having another woman in with us.”

Hell raised his brows. “Come on.”

Kevin shook his head. “No, seriously. I want
. I
want to see other men wanting her too.”

“Then let me say it again. What about me?”

Kevin didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He desperately needed to
process this conversation. Leaning forward, he switched the ignition on. “We
should get back.”

“So that’s a no?” Hell pinned him with his laser-like stare.

Kevin shifted, conscious of the tightening in his nuts.
“It’s an I don’t know. I need to think.”

Hell stared at him a moment longer then nodded and turned to
look out the passenger window. Once they got back to their desks, Kevin didn’t
dare glance at his partner, partly because he now envisioned Hell sucking his
cock, and it scared the shit out of him. When a drawer slammed at his partner’s
desk, Kevin looked up. Adam’s expression was a mask of control.

“Forget it, Kevin. Okay? I withdraw the offer if it’s going
to get between us and cause problems.” Hell grabbed his gym bag from underneath
his desk. “We still good to go work out?”

He said it as though it were a challenge, as if Kevin would
suddenly dump everything they’d done together since becoming partners. Kevin
had gone the extra mile to cement this new working relationship, he sure as
shit didn’t want to ruin it. With a frustrated sigh, Kevin shut down his
computer and grabbed his duffel bag. “Yeah. I’m sorry, man.”

“Forget it. It’s over with.” Hell could say the words, but
Kevin sure didn’t feel as if anything were over. And right now, with the Addy
Brown case, a missing teenager neither he nor Hell believed was a runaway,
hanging over them, the last thing he needed was to fall out with his partner.

* * * * *

Adam pounded the treadmill as though he wanted to personally
punish it. He wished like hell he had never opened his mouth and said anything.
His partner had barely spoken a word to him since then. Adam wondered if Kevin
was pissed Adam had noticed his wife enough to want to fuck her or freaked
because he had said he would suck Kevin’s dick so he could.

He scowled, watching Kevin working with a trainer across the
room. He was on his back on the bench press, a leg on either side. From this
angle, Adam could see straight up Kevin’s shorts. His cock twitched. Adam
hadn’t lied about giving Kevin a blowjob. Adam had given and gotten a few. He’d
also fucked a few guys at a party because, as he’d told Kevin, once everyone
got naked, it didn’t matter if the ass he drilled had a pussy or a cock and
balls attached to it.

Apparently it mattered to Kevin.

Screw it. Adam turned off the treadmill and grabbed his
towel. He headed to the shower. From there he’d go home. He’d taken a chance
putting himself out there and gotten slapped down. Certainly not the first
time, but it would be the last time he took a risk with anyone with whom he
worked. He couldn’t afford to screw up a shot as a detective on a large police

After stripping, he hung his towel inside the communal
shower room and turned the water on as hot as he could stand it at one of the
center showerheads. He lathered with his shower gel then turned and stuck his
head under the spray, letting it sluice over him while he closed his eyes and
tried to relax.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to Kevin, and
Adam tried not to deceive himself about anything. He’d been honest enough to
have sex with men and women. Some people might call him gay—at best bi—but the
truth was Adam liked sex and he liked people. He liked Kevin, but it seemed
he’d made a mistake.

He heard the shower next to him come on and knew without
opening his eyes that Kevin had joined him. Of course, telling the guy he
recognized his scent would freak him out even more. With a sigh, Adam turned,
opened his eyes and found his partner staring at him. There was something in
Kevin’s blue eyes he hadn’t seen before, as if he’d been thinking and come to
some decision.

“You freaked me out earlier, Adam,” he murmured, his gaze
sliding away while he grabbed his own shower gel. “I’m sorry I acted like such
an ass.”

The fact Kevin had called him anything other than Hell was a
change. It made him wonder what other changes might be heading his way. Hoping
to forestall any more awkward apologies, he decided to speak. “It’s all right,
Kevin. I get it.”

Kevin cleared his throat, scrubbed the lather off his head
and shoulders and squared up to him. “No, I don’t think you do. See, I want to
say yes.”

Adam’s eyes widened. “But? Because I hear it in your voice.”

“I’m…scared.” Kevin glanced around a bit nervously. “I know
I said I don’t want to do it with a stranger, don’t want Jill to, but you? I
mean.” He lowered his voice. “What if I can’t do the whole you sucking me
thing? What if…”

“You don’t get hard?” Adam violated the cardinal rule of the
shower room, lowering his gaze to look at Kevin’s cock and balls. While not
bare as Adam preferred to keep his because of all his biking, Kevin did keep
his dark bush trimmed and his balls were bare. As he continued to look, Kevin’s
shaft started to lengthen. “I don’t think lack of wood’s going to be an issue.”

Adam turned off the water and grabbed his shower gel. “If it
bothers you, why don’t you come over to my place? We’ll grab some burgers on
the way, have a couple beers and talk about it.”

He left without waiting for a reply, afraid he’d get slapped
down yet again, but a few minutes later, Kevin surprised him, halting where
Adam sat on the bench, tying his shoelaces. He had a towel wrapped around his
hips, but it didn’t hide the partial hard-on his partner had.

“I’ll buy the burgers if you’ve got the beer.”

Adam didn’t look at him. “Deal.”

* * * * *

Kevin’s heart pounded as he followed Hell inside his place,
a walk-up in an older downtown neighborhood not far from the gym. They’d
stopped by here a few times before to grab a file or pick up Hell’s gym bag,
and Kevin had never given it a second thought, but tonight was different.
Tonight he saw a different side to his partner.

“Set everything in the living room. We can turn on baseball
or a movie. Whatever. I’ll grab the beers.”

Kevin turned on SportsCenter for some of the latest scores
and game highlights, but he paid it little attention as he grabbed a burger.
Hell returned with the beers.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks, man.” He took the bottle, relieved to see his hand
was steady despite the churning going on inside him.

Adam dropped onto the opposite end of the couch and took a
long swig. “So, let me see if I get this. Everything’s cool between you and
Jill, you two just want to add some extra spice to what you’re doing?”

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