STORY EXCERPT

Charlie caressed the back of her hand with his thumb. “Peter and I had a plan for our lunch today. We were going to talk about the very real fact that we’re both attracted to you.”

“Oh. I’m…I’m attracted to the two of you, too. I had thought it was hopeless, because…” She didn’t know exactly how to finish that sentence without possibly offending Peter.

“Because I was a jackass the first time we met,” Peter said.

Jennifer felt her face heat. “Yeah.”

“I really am sorry for my attitude. I really don’t generally behave that way. But the truth is, I felt that pull the moment I looked at you, and I kind of freaked out. I hadn’t come to Lusty to find a best friend and a woman to fall for. And in that moment, it just felt as if that’s exactly what had happened to me on my first fucking week here. First, I met Charlie, who immediately felt like my brother, and then, wham, there you were.”

“I kind of did just that.” Jennifer looked from Charlie to Peter. “My cousins and my brother had each chosen to be a part of a ménage marriage, and I thought…I thought that was what I wanted for myself. Thinking about it for me felt right. But now I have to wonder. Were those my thoughts, my feelings? Or did they belong to someone else? Someone who may or may not have lived at some distant time? Someone who had lived in a ménage. Someone who somehow is…connected to me? When I said earlier that they were together, I meant that my sense of Daphne’s feelings was that she loved both those men deeply. I don’t know if they were a triad, not for certain. But she loved them. So, yes, Charlie, I’d say what just happened absolutely complicates everything.”

“Come here,” Peter said.

He didn’t give her a chance to think about that command. He reached over and plucked her from her chair and set her on his lap.

“What are you doing?” It seemed a logical question to her to ask.

“I’m going to kiss you. And if you don’t feel anything…if we don’t feel anything…then we have our answer. It’s not us, it’s them.”

“Oh.” That sure as hell wasn’t the most eloquent thing she’d ever said. But her brain had just kicked her conscience in the ass. Peter held her gaze as he lowered his head.

Jennifer, unable, or more likely unwilling, to resist, closed her eyes and opened her mouth under his.

Warm and wanton desire flooded her, and Jennifer welcomed the sensations. Peter’s tongue led hers in a dance so erotic she felt her nipples peak and her pussy leak.

Charlie’s hand stroked her head. Peter lifted his mouth and grinned at her. Then Charlie’s fingers gripped her hair and tugged her head back, angling her head until her face was inches from his.

That man’s mouth closed over hers just as Peter’s had done, and Jennifer felt herself submerged in even more of that same compelling and alluring sensation. She’d had only two orgasms in her life, but a fearful hope arose that she was going to have her third within the next moment.

She nearly cried out in disappointment when Charlie lifted his head.

“Well?” Charlie asked. His grin was every bit as cheeky as Peter’s.

“Daphne who?”

Both men chuckled. Unable to keep her back straight, still feeling the awesome power of sexual arousal, she relaxed her body on Peter’s. Charlie pulled his chair closer then sat and rested his head against her shoulder.

“I vote we spend some time together and get to know each other,” Peter said. “In the here and now.”

The sound of Peter’s words and his heartbeat beneath her ear and the sensation of Charlie’s hand, gently stroking her arm, soothed her.

“I don’t know what happened earlier,” Peter said. “None of us do. We should keep our minds open about that, knowing that, while it was an event we shared, it isn’t a part of our reality. It isn’t a part of us learning about each other in the here and now.”

“Thank you for not suggesting that what I was concerned about was nothing,” Jennifer said. “And yes. I’d like to get to know you both, too.” Then she sat up and took a moment to make eye contact with each of them. “I can’t deny the attraction. But I’m not going to jump to any conclusions about what it means. And maybe that’s because of whatever that was that we shared today in this kitchen.”

“That should be our group mantra,” Charlie said. “No jumping to conclusions. Let’s just see how it all goes.”

“I prefer it when there’s a plan, so good. I agree. But you should know that I can also make things up as I go along, if I have to.”

Peter’s tone, as much as the relaxed state of his body beneath hers, told her this was the real Peter Phillips.

And moving forward, slowly, was absolutely the right thing to do.

I hope.

ADULT EXCERPT

They’d kissed her and held her, these two men who somehow—impossibly to her mind—stirred her and had opened her heart.

The vision they’d shared after their first lunch together had changed things and somehow changed her. It had been a shock, that one moment of recognition, of knowledge, of a lifetime of emotions that had swept through her that day they’d formed a circle and…. seen.

They’d given her the time she’d needed, time she’d used to try and work it all out in her mind. Then they’d collected her for a picnic and asked her the best question they could have. They asked her if she was still attracted to them.

The answer was yes, and she was mostly certain that answer had been hers and hers alone.

Since that day, Peter and Charlie had taken every opportunity to cocoon her between them, knowing without her words that she’d needed to be held. She’d needed that, not to be certain of them but to be certain of herself. She’d understood that while they’d given her what she’d needed, those hours of holding her close, that it had cost them. This was a difference between men and women and how they related, each to the other. She’d craved the emotional connection and the sense of snug security in their hugs, and they’d craved the physical joining of making love. But they had deferred their need for hers.

Some members of her family, thinking they knew her, might judge that she would have rushed into whatever was offered, heedless of consequence. But that wasn’t her. That had never been her.

She’d hesitated taking the next step because she’d needed to know that these needs, these emotions, were hers. That they belonged to Jennifer Kendall, and not to anyone else. She had needed just that little bit longer to understand the choice she was about to make and to make it with no regrets.

Looking from Peter to Charlie as she’d risen from the table, and as Charlie led her into the house, she knew as she hadn’t known before this moment that she could never regret taking these men into her body, into her heart, and into her soul.

“Stop.”

Peter’s ragged voice, the lust that fairly vibrated from him, sent a chill down her back and reached out to tickle her sex. Jennifer’s nipples hardened, and her pussy softened. Moisture, subtle but there, hinted at the sexual heights she might soon reach.

She stopped walking and waited. They were in the living room, the one room of this house that she believed held not one scrap of Peter’s soul.

“I can’t wait. The bed is too damn far away. I need you right now.”

His need was contagious, and she caught it.

“Yes.”

She felt the way Peter shook when he guided her toward the sofa—but not to the seating area of it. No, he walked her around it to the coffee table that had been placed in the midst of the three-piece set that featured two settees as well. She’d thought the grouping had made for a cozy smaller area in this large room. Apparently, Peter had seen something else to commend it.

He placed her hands on the coffee table and pressed them flat. Bent from the waist, her ass now an offering, her arousal exploded. And then he lifted her skirt and used one foot to gently nudge her legs apart.

She gasped when she felt her panties tugged so hard that they tore. Another thrill shot through her.

“Condom?”

“No. I’m clean and protected.”

“Perfect. I’m clean, too.”

“We both are,” Charlie said.

Jennifer’s body trembled in flawless cadence to Peter’s. She heard the clink of his belt and the rasp of his zipper and thought she just might come then and there.

Charlie walked around in front of her, and she looked up and met his gaze. His eyes shimmered with hot lust shining in a way that made her feel weak and very, very needy.

“Fuck, yeah.” Charlie opened his own belt and his pants in one smooth move. His cock emerged, hard and long and thick. He fisted himself and then stepped closer and placed one knee on the table. “Do it, Peter.”

Jennifer felt the hot nudge of Peter’s cock on her pussy and the grip of his hand on her hips, holding her fast. And then he pressed forward, one solid perfect thrust that impaled her completely. Ah, the wondrous sensation of that hot, tight stretching.

Charlie slid his fingers through her hair, gripped, and then pressed his cock against her lips.