Polar Reaction (19 page)

Still, Tuck couldn’t resist saying, “And what if he doesn’t?”

“If he doesn’t…” Jamie’s cheeks dimpled, “…then we’ll just hop on my Harley and go get him. Don’t forget, I know where he lives.”

Tuck laughed and nodded. “Meanwhile, we can buy a third rocking chair for the porch.” He dropped his hand lightly to Jamie’s thigh. After a moment Jamie’s hand covered his. Tuck’s heart was full to bursting. Jamie was right. It was all good.

~ * ~

“Dr. Aaronson.”

“Brendan. Glad I caught you. It’s Horace. Horace Greeley.”

“Horace. It’s great to hear from you.” Horace Greeley was the chief scientist and head of Wexler Institute where Jamie and Tuck worked.

The week before, while still in California with the guys, Brendan had made a visit to the facility, letting it be known he was considering a move and was interested in possibilities. Horace had been out of town at the time.

Brendan had met Horace at a symposium where he’d given a paper on his research two years before. Horace had sought him out, going so far as to offer him a position with his own lab and full staff if he’d consider relocating. At the time he’d shrugged it off, happy where he was.

Brendan realized he was clutching the receiver. He eased his grip and waited to hear what Horace had to say. “I heard you were possibly interested in moving down to this neck of the woods. If that’s still the case, the timing couldn’t be better. We just got funding for an exciting new project that will study the diffusion-controlled metabolism for long-term survival of single isolated microorganisms trapped within polar ice cores. We have a topnotch young guy, David Tucker, who is also regarded as something of an expert in the field of deep ice cores. I was thinking of pulling him for the project. Do you know him?”

“Yeah. I know him. Great guy. We worked together most recently on the Antarctic Deep Ice project.” Brendan strove to keep his voice neutral, trying to contain the bubbling joy rising in his heart just at the mention of Tuck’s name.

“Yes, yes, of course. So then, are you interested? We’re ready to take you onboard as soon as you’re available.”

Brendan was grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. “Horace, I’d be delighted. Count me in.”

They spoke a while longer and made arrangements for a face-to-face meeting to iron out the details. Horace made noises about adequate compensation. Brendan didn’t tell him he’d pay for the chance to work at Wexler—anything to make it possible to be with Jamie and Tuck.

Brendan hung up the phone and swiveled in his chair to face the window. It was happening. His dreams were clicking into place. He savored the knowledge for several minutes while he calmed himself down enough to make the call.

Turning back to his desk, he reached for the phone. Tuck answered on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Tuck, it’s Brendan. I’m coming home.”

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Sure, the sex is scorching hot, but can three hearts truly beat as one?

Our Man Friday

© 2008 Claire Thompson

What’s the old adage—sex ruins friendship? Cassidy lives it every day as she fights the lingering feelings for her ex, Ian. Still secretly, desperately in love with him, she settles for sharing a house and a business. Their lives are intertwined in every way…except the way she wants most.

Fear of commitment drove Ian to push his and Cassidy’s romance back into his comfort zone—friendship. But things become decidedly uncomfortable when sexy Scotsman Kye McClellan enters the picture. As Cassidy’s passion reignites, Ian is faced with the sudden prospect of losing the thing most precious to him.

Ian remains firmly in Cassidy’s heart even as she succumbs to Kye’s charms. Soon, as Kye’s allure draws Ian in, she begins to wonder if she can have all she’s ever wanted—plus one. Just as they all begin to tip into the white-hot cauldron of romance, Kye takes to his wanderlusting ways to avoid the burn. Ian and Cassidy are left with each other…and an even bigger missing piece than before.

All they can do is trust that love will somehow bring their gypsy-hearted lover home again.

Warning: Explicit, erotic m/m/f passion. Double penetration takes on a whole new meaning—the hot and sensual combinations will leave you needing a cold shower!

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Our Man Friday:

Turning on her heel, she dashed up the stairs. “Last one up’s a rotten egg,” she called, laughing.

Ian turned to Kye with a grin. “That girl”—he shook his head in mock dismay—“always has only one thing on her mind.”

Kye raised his eyebrows, aware of his rising erection. He glanced pointedly at the bulge swelling in Ian’s jeans as well. “We could always stay down here and talk some more.”

Ian nodded sagely and they stared at one another with serious, manly expressions for all of three seconds before they burst out laughing. Suddenly they were shoving and pushing each other, stumbling up the stairs as fast as they could, tearing off their shirts as they ran.

Cassidy was lying on the bed, wearing only a pair of black silky panties. Ian entered the room, pulling off his jeans and kicking them, along with his underwear, aside. With a laugh, he bounded onto the bed and turned toward Kye. “Come on. It’s your bed too.”

Kye felt an odd shyness, though his cock was straining hard at the sight of the handsome couple. Cassidy’s breasts were sheer perfection, the rosy-pink nipples perking toward him. Her creamy skin looked soft as satin and he knew from his own experience that it was. His fingers actually itched with the desire to stroke that lovely flesh.

He turned toward Ian, drinking in the sight of his broad, smooth chest and hard cock rising from a nest of dark blond curls. After a diet of regular sex with these two gorgeous creatures, the self-imposed celibacy of the last week made him ache all the more. Hurriedly he stripped off his shorts and underwear, aching for both of them.

He moved into their waiting arms. They kissed for several minutes. Kye buried his head in Cassidy’s luxurious hair, reveling in the sweet, familiar scent of her. When he could bear to let her go, he turned toward Ian.

The shyness between them downstairs was gone. Pulling back from a kiss, Kye licked a line down Ian’s cheek and throat, tasting the salty tang of sweat, which mingled with his woodsy aftershave. Ian clutched Kye’s cock and Kye groaned.

Kye tilted his head back toward Ian’s face and they kissed again, tongues at first lazily exploring each other’s mouths, becoming more insistent as they stroked each other’s cocks. He turned to find Cassidy on his other side, watching them with shining eyes and parted lips. Eagerly he tasted her sweet mouth while Ian continued to massage his cock.

He sought her nipples, taking them one at a time into his mouth and suckling them. Ian moved behind him, spooning him, his hard shaft pressing between Kye’s cheeks. Kye was like a kid in a candy store, one who couldn’t decide which delectable treat to taste next. He rolled onto his back, extending his arms on either side to draw them both close.

As if they’d planned it beforehand, both Cassidy and Ian pulled away. Kye sat up, confused. He needed to feel their bare skin on his, their lips on his mouth, their bodies hard against his. “Hey…what?”

“Lie back.” Cassidy’s voice took on a sultry quality. “We want to take care of you.” Ian nodded, pressing Kye back against the pillows. He complied with a happy sigh as Cassidy slid down to take his cock in her long, cool fingers. Warm lips closed over his shaft and Cassidy began to do amazing things with her tongue and the lightest grazing of her teeth. His eyes narrowed with pleasure and then fluttered shut. He groaned, surrendering himself to her skillful touch.

He was vaguely aware of Ian maneuvering nearby, reaching for the condoms they kept in the nightstand. He heard the familiar tear of the plastic wrapper. After several delicious minutes, Cassidy released his cock and sat back. He opened his eyes, watching as Ian, already similarly prepared, rolled a condom over his wet, hard cock.

Cassidy lay back on the pillows beside them. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, her eyes a vivid green and burning with lust. She didn’t have to ask—he knew what she wanted.

Still not entirely sure of his role in this sexual dance between three, he turned to Ian, silently asking for direction. “She wants you. I want you. We both mean to have you.” Ian nodded toward the lovely girl, who had let her long, slender legs fall open.

Kye got to his knees and moved between her thighs. Using his fingers, he opened her carefully. She moaned. “Yes.”

Ian leaned close to her and whispered into her ear. She nodded and flashed a devilish smile in Kye’s direction. Then she rolled over and lifted herself to her hands and knees.

Cassidy turned to him, her long, ginger hair falling in a sweep over her back. “Take me, Kye. And Ian will take you.” Kye glanced at Ian, who nodded. Until this moment, he’d received Kye, but never penetrated him in turn. Kye could see the lust burning bright in his eyes.

Ian opened the tube of lubrication and smeared some over his cock. He squeezed a bit more on his fingers and stroked the head of Kye’s cock, coating the condom that sheathed it. Kye shivered at his touch. He was on fire, desperate for Ian’s hard cock, filling him while he filled Cassidy.

He was surprised to see his hands actually trembling with his barely contained desire. He used Cassidy’s hips to steady himself, positioning his cock at her sex and rolling forward until he filled her. Cassidy moaned, pushing herself back against him. He swiveled in slow circles, reveling in her sensitive response. She shivered and sighed and he felt powerful, like a snake charmer, and she the cobra, at once mesmerized, tamed and ravished by his movements.

Ian positioned himself behind Kye, sandwiching him between the two. Ian’s finger, gooey with lube, slipped into Kye’s ass. After a moment, a second finger eased its way in. Kye was ready for him, eager for him, desperate for him.

The fingers were withdrawn and replaced with the head of Ian’s cock. Ian penetrated him, the thud of his heart beating against Kye’s back. “You okay?” Ian’s voice was a hoarse whisper.

“Aye. Better than okay,” Kye answered. Ian began to move, his rhythm matching Kye’s and Cassidy’s. Ian filled him, stretching him, consuming him, using him as a conduit to Cassidy with each sensual thrust. It was as if the three had literally become one. The vibrations of their movements penetrated Kye’s muscles, pulsing in waves until they rattled his bones and made his heart thrum. The sensations were flowing in one unbroken circle between the three of them, any distinction superfluous.