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Warning: This book contains a nice girl who gets her naughty on with two hot men. M/M/F and M/M scenes may cause an increase in body temperature, pulse rate and respiration. Read with caution! For adult use only.

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One Wicked Night:

Kaelin dragged air into her lungs, her heart racing, her skin hot. Pressure inside her made her feel as if she was going to explode, burst right out of her skin. She was so goddamn
sick
of hearing what a good girl she was.

“I’m not that good,” she said, panting as she looked from Nick to Tyler. Their faces wore identical expressions of shocked arousal. She knew they were attracted to her. Of course, she knew! She’d known from the moment she walked into the Wirth home yesterday and their eyes had met. She’d known ten years ago.

Ten years ago she’d had fantasies about Nick and Tyler that she’d admitted to no one, barely even to herself. After that day she’d seen them naked together with another girl, those fantasies had taken on a new life, become even wilder. Where before she’d had dreams of being with them one at a time, after that she had shocking, wicked dreams of being with them both. At the same time. Fantasies she’d never in a million years act on, because…dear lord, they were bad, so bad, and she was a good girl.

She was sick of being a good girl. Sick of being the dutiful daughter who looked after her poor brain-injured dad, who gave up her dreams to come home and care for him when her mom died, who volunteered to work at charity events, who organized a wedding for her best friend, who did everything for everyone else and never for herself.

She wanted so much to be bad, just once, just one incredible wild time, to see what it felt like, to know if that’s what was missing from her life.

And what could be badder than a threesome with two sexy guys?

“Kaelin,” Tyler’s voice rasped. “What the hell.”

She slid her arm around his neck and pulled him to her again, kissed him again, and this time he kissed her back, his mouth so hot and delicious, opening wide on hers, his tongue sliding in, stroking over hers. She moaned, let her fingers slide into his hair, holding the back of his skull, so big and solid. Tyler’s body radiated heat and a fine trembling and she longed to climb onto him and press up against him, her breasts aching, her pussy throbbing.

Nick’s body on the other side of her was even bigger and just as hot, burning against her hip and she dragged her mouth away from Tyler’s and turned back to him. She met his eyes, his silvery-gray eyes usually cool and calm, now blazing with heat. It was different with him, she couldn’t say exactly comfortable, because she still felt that ache, that flutter low down inside, but it wasn’t as intense and scary as with Tyler.

And when she leaned toward him, he lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, his mouth on hers not as demanding, gentler and slower, his lips not as full. She moaned softly, heard Tyler’s sharply drawn breath, felt his excitement as much as she felt Nick’s.

“Fuck,” Tyler whispered beside her. “Kaelin, what the fuck are you doing?”

Power rushed through her like an electrical surge and she pulled away from Nick and smiled.

“I want to be bad,” she said.

“What are you saying?” Desperation edged Tyler’s voice. His eyes looked searchingly into hers. “Christ, Kaelin, I thought you were the sober one.”

“I am sober.”

“You can’t do this, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes and looked as if someone had kneed him the nuts.

“Why not?” Her insides tightened. He wasn’t going to turn her down, was he? She was going way out on a limb here, she knew it, risking a lot, something she never, ever did, and if they rejected her, she wasn’t sure she’d survive the humiliation. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Fuck,” he groaned again and looked at Nick pleadingly.

“Kaelin,” Nick began, but she cut him off before he could be all rational and sane and talk her out of it.

“You’ve done it before,” she said challengingly. She looked back and forth between them as if daring them to deny it. And how could they? They all knew what had happened that night and what she’d seen.

“Oh Jesus.” Tyler looked as if he was in even more pain.

“Well, you have, haven’t you? You can’t deny it. I saw you. And that’s not the only time you’ve ever done that.” She paused. “Is it?”

Nick and Tyler looked at each other again.

“That’s not the point, honey,” Nick said, his voice gentle. He stroked her shoulder. “This is about you.”

“Yes! Exactly!” She sat up straighter. “This is about me! And I want this.”

“Both of us,” Tyler spoke.

“Yes.” She again looked back and forth between them, uncertainty starting to get the better of her, rising up inside her, overpowering this uncharacteristic recklessness. She fought it down, swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Tyler glanced around the empty lobby. “This probably isn’t the place for this conversation.”

Were they going to send her home? She gazed anxiously at them, arousal and excitement tangling with fear and caution.

Again Tyler and Nick shared a glance and she saw understanding pass between them.

“We’ll go up to our room,” Nick said, standing. He held out a hand and pulled her up, and Tyler rose too.

“You’re sharing a room?” she asked, walking across the carpeted lobby between them.

“Yeah.”

Okay. Whatever. She was pretty sure Avery had told her they shared an apartment in Chicago. They rode in silence up the elevator again, this time electricity sizzling in the air instead of alcohol fumes. Tyler pulled his wallet out and fished out the keycard, opened the door and let Kaelin precede him into the room.

They’d left a lamp on, a floor lamp by the desk. The rooms in the Red Maple Inn were nice, the nicest hotel in Mapleglen, but nothing special, so she didn’t pay much attention to the room or the décor, just clasped her shaking hands together and turned to face the two men.

She must have gone insane. How else could she explain this? She couldn’t blame intoxication—she’d only had a couple of glasses of wine at dinner, hours ago. Perhaps a mini stroke? Something that had damaged her frontal lobe or whatever, the part of her brain that knew right from wrong, good from bad, the part that controlled inhibition, like what had happened with her dad.

They stood there looking at her as if she were a bomb about to explode, sending each other sideways glances. They wanted it too, they had to, or they would have hustled her out the front door of the hotel. But they were being…gentlemen.

A smile tugged her lips. Never in a million years would she have thought to use that word to describe Tyler. Badass, troublemaker, devil—never a gentleman.

And yet, it didn’t seem inappropriate. He’d pushed her buttons, teased her and tormented her, but he’d never done anything to her that would make her truly fear him. The fear she felt was of her own reactions to him, the way he made her feel—inadequate, unsophisticated…aroused.

“What’s so funny?” Tyler demanded hoarsely.

“You are.”

He lifted one eyebrow, clearly unused to being the object of amusement.

“I thought you were such a bad boy,” she continued, moving toward them where they stood side by side. “What are you afraid of?”

He shook his head, a reluctant smile tipping up the corners of his mouth. His beautiful, sexy mouth. She wanted to lick his mouth. “That won’t work, sweetheart.”

Her own smile deepened. “I’m not trying to manipulate you.”

“Yes, you are. I’m just not sure why. Or where this is coming from. Or what happened to the real Kaelin Daume.”

She gave a soft laugh and came to a stop just in front of them. She laid a hand on Tyler’s chest and one on Nick’s. Nick covered her hand with his, Tyler reached out and rested a hand on her hip.

“I want one night of bad,” she said. “Is that so hard to understand?” She looked from Nick to Tyler. “You guys are leaving on Sunday. I have to stay here in Mapleglen for the rest of my life. Nothing like this will ever happen to me again.”

She saw the surrender in Tyler’s eyes, followed immediately by a flare of heat.

“Are you sure, Kaelin?” Nick asked quietly.

She held his gaze and nodded.

“Because we’re both too horny to say no to you,” Nick continued wryly, moving around behind her. “But
you
can stop this any time.” She held his gaze, turning to look over her shoulder as he moved. He set his hands on her waist and bent to rub his face on her hair. “Any time. Just say no. Right, Tyler?”

“Right.” The word sounded strangled.

Emergency kit: Flashlight, check. Radio, check. One lover and a spare, double check.

Rock You Like A Hurricane

© 2012 Lena Matthews and Liz Andrews

Stormy Weather, Book 1

So much for being her knight in shining armor. Much to Greg’s irritation, someone else got to his girlfriend Olivia’s house first: the other man in her life, wise-cracking Jack Randall. Never mind that the open relationship idea was his—what he really wants is Olivia all to himself. Now that they’re trapped together, though, getting Jack out of the picture is a problem.

Olivia has never been a fan of storms, but right now the only thing more uncomfortable than the one raging outside is the one brewing beneath her own roof. Although she’s thrilled to have both her lovers there to help her endure the hurricane, the friction between them is threatening to turn this into a
very
bad night.

Jack is more amused than annoyed. There’s not a doubt in his mind that after all is said and done, Olivia will pick him. How can she not? Out of the two of them, Jack is the one who is ready to close the door on their open relationship. All he has to do first is get rid of the uptight professor.
 

Easier said than done…

Warning: Two men who don’t like sharing their toys, a heroine who doesn’t see why she can’t have her cake and eat it too. Stormy weather can bring out all kinds of wild behavior
.

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Rock You Like A Hurricane:

Taking the towel from her hand, Greg turned and faced the doorway where Jack, newly dressed in jeans but nothing else, lounged as if he owned the place.

“Your concern is touching.” Greg roughly ran the towel through his hair. “But as you can see, I made it out in one piece.”

“Thank goodness.” Olivia placed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. Smiling, he looked over his shoulder at her and winked. At least someone besides himself was happy he was still in one piece.

But of course Jack didn’t leave well enough alone. “Yes. Thank goodness.”

For one whole second, Greg almost forgot the other man existed, then he had to go and open up his mouth again.

Irked, Greg faced forward again and began to dry off. To his amusement, Jack stayed where he was, and if Jack was uncomfortable with Greg’s nudity, it didn’t show. Not even when Greg slowly rubbed the towel down his chest to his cock. “Plan on standing there while I towel off?”

The other man looked thoughtful for a second as if he were seriously giving the simple sarcastic question some thought. “Liv does have the only lit candle, and in power outages like this it’s best we all stick together. Why?” Jack ran his gaze down Greg’s body. “I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“No. Not all.” If the other man was trying to make him uncomfortable, Jack was going about it the wrong way. He had survived his teenage years at Eton. Everything after that was a cakewalk. Besides, when it came to the size of his manhood, he was more than confident he measured up. In the kitchen he’d been too chilled to think of undressing, but now it was more a point of pride. To cover up quickly would give the impression he was ashamed, or felt as if he lacked something in the cock department, but Greg had seen enough male nudity in locker room showers to know that was hardly the case. “You’re quite easy to overlook.”

“Boys.” Olivia walked from behind him and placed herself in the middle. “Play nice.”

“Yes. Ouch.” Jack mockingly placed his hand on his heart. “Be careful, Professor, words can wound.”

Unfortunately for Greg, Jack’s wounds wouldn’t be fatal. “As much as I’m enjoying this quality time we’re all having, I left my clothes in the bedroom.”

“Why don’t the two of you go ahead?” Jack offered. “I’m going to go get something from living room.”

“Don’t you need the candle?” Not that he cared much for the man’s safety. He just didn’t want to have to watch Olivia coddle him if something went amiss.

“Nope.” Jack reached behind him and pulled out a large flashlight from his back pocket. “I’ve got this.”

Greg narrowed his eyes at the man’s blatant bald-face lies. “I thought you said Olivia had the only lit candle.”

“She does.” Jack waved the light from side to side. “This is a flashlight.
Flashlight
. Sheesh. To think they put you in charge of molding young minds.” With mock disgust, Jack headed down the hallway toward the living room, leaving Greg and Olivia alone at last.

Greg shook his head. “I don’t get what you see in him.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said with a mysterious smile.

Interest piqued, he wrapped the towel around his waist and picked up the candle. “Try me.”

She looked at him over the flame and smiled. “He reminds me a lot of you. And you of him.”

Startled, Greg jerked back so fast he caused the candle to flicker. “I’m nothing like him.”

“Told you so,” she teased before disappearing into the hall.

“You told me nothing, woman,” he said as he followed after her into the bedroom. “Nothing that makes sense. Mechanic Mike and I are nothing alike. Nothing.”

Olivia shrugged. “It’s probably a girl thing. You’ll never understand.”

“Understand what?” Jack asked as he entered the bedroom with an oversized duffle bag in his arms.

Greg set the candle on the nightstand next to the side of the bed. “How the two of us are alike.” Just saying it aloud seemed wrong.