You Really Got Me (36 page)

“Yeah,” he groaned. “Oh yeah, babe, squeeze me like that. Christ. Oh Christ, yeah.” And his body tensed against her, his face tightened into a near-grimace as he poured himself into her. The song swelled into the powerful chorus as they held each other, then faded into a gentler melody.

Realization of the power she too held over him sent a thrill chasing up her spine. Then he fused their mouths in a deep, consuming kiss and they clutched each other as if they never wanted to let go.

With a final slow kiss, he lifted his head and smiled down at her. “Your trust is such an incredible gift,” he said quietly. “When you were so certain I wasn’t anything like Linc, certain enough to let me restrain you…that meant so much to me. When you’re bound, and I can do anything, it’s the ultimate trust. It makes me feel strong and powerful, like I can just be…myself.”

She nodded, tears prickling the corners of her eyes to hear him echoing exactly how she felt.

“I feel like it…brings out the best in me. You gave me back my self-confidence, when I was questioning who I really was.”

She nodded. “It’s like a circle,” she whispered.

“A circle?”

“You called it an exchange. But I think it’s a circle. I like seeing you happy and smiling. I like giving you what you want. Giving you that makes me happy. And in return to you make me feel accepted too. Safe and secure and cared for.”

“Loved.”

“Yes. Loved. And then I give you more and you give me more, and…it’s a circle.”

“Yeah,” he said, voice gruff. “A circle. A circle that connects us. Binds us together. A circle that never ends. But we have to trust each other. And be honest with each other.”

He met her eyes and she held his gaze steadily. “I know,” she whispered. “And I promise.”

“It’s not just trusting each other. It’s trusting ourselves. Trust yourself, sweetheart.”

She lowered her chin, eyes still fastened on him. “Same goes for you.”

“I know.” He nodded. “I’m learning that again, thanks to you.”

About the Author

Kelly Jamieson lives in Winnipeg, Canada, and is the best-selling author of over thirty romance novels and novellas. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here…). She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website at
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Look for these titles by Kelly Jamieson

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Love Me

Friends With Benefits

Love Me More

2 Hot 2 Handle

Lost and Found

One Wicked Night

Rule of Three

Sweet Deal

Hot Ride

Rhythm of Three

San Amaro Singles

With Strings Attached

How to Love

Slammed

Coming Soon:

One woman, two lovers. Double the pleasure, or double the trouble?

Rhythm of Three

© 2013 Kelly Jamieson

Rule of Three, Book 2

Former goodie-two-shoes Kassidy now has three pairs of shoes under her bed—hers, Chris’s and Dag’s. While she relishes the hot threesome that makes her friends jealous, she can’t deny things are…complicated. Namely, whom to tell about their unconventional relationship, and whom to keep in the dark.

In the dark category? Definitely Chris’s parents, which should be simple, since they live far away. Except they’ve sprung a surprise for their son’s thirtieth birthday. They’re coming for a visit. Then there’s Kassidy’s best friend Danielle, who’s home from Europe, clueless to recent events, and flirting with Dag like crazy.

Awkward!

Family, friends, coworkers and a wedding put three lovers’ best intentions to the test, making them wonder if this unique brand of love has a chance in hell of working out.

Warning: Contains three vulnerable hearts engaged in a ménage a trois, some man-on-man action, sizzling exchanges of graphic language and rock-your-socks explicit sex. So yeah, it’s dirty, but also sweet.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Rhythm of Three:

“Do I have to go to work?”

Kassidy burrowed under the covers, her front pressed up against a hard male back, her arm around his middle. Behind her, Chris’s body warmed her, his fingers stroking hair off her cheek.

“Yeah,” Chris whispered. The voice of Katy Perry emanated from the clock radio beside the bed. Damn that alarm clock. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

“I think we should take a sick day.” The hard male body beneath her arm began to shake and then Dag shifted, rolling to face her. He propped one hand up on an elbow and smiled down at her.

“You feel sick?”

Kassidy met the gleam of laughter in his dark eyes. “No. I just want to stay here in bed with you guys all day.”

Two men. In her bed. And she didn’t want to leave.

After all the emotion and drama of the last few days, it was hard to believe that things were more or less settled now. Well, as settled as they could be, when three people were embarking on a
ménage à trois
relationship that still boggled the mind. All she knew was she didn’t want it any other way.

“I’ve got a big meeting at nine,” Chris said, now stroking a hand over her shoulder. She felt his lips, warm on her shoulder blade. “Can’t call in sick.”

“I’ve got a flight to make,” Dag said.

Kassidy froze, eyes flying open wide despite her fatigue. “What?”

“Kidding.” He touched her nose. “I’ll cancel the flight.”

She closed her eyes briefly. He’d planned to leave Chicago, with a flight booked to San Francisco that he very nearly had ended up taking.

“Asshole,” Chris said behind her.

Dag grinned. “I was joking, but at some point I’ll have to go back to San Francisco. I still have my apartment and all my stuff there. Gonna have to deal with that.”

“Oh.” Kassidy let out a soft exhalation. “Of course. That’s going to be a big job.”

“Uh…yeah. Got a lot of shit. Furniture. Clothes. Computer stuff.”

Kassidy squinted at Dag in the dim bedroom, even as Chris continued to caress her shoulder and arm. “What are you going to do with it all?”

Dag pursed his lips. “Not sure.” He grimaced. “Haven’t had much of a chance to think about it.”

Of course he hadn’t. Only last night they’d all agreed he was going to move in with her and Chris. Their new condo was nice, and even had three bedrooms, but there certainly wasn’t room for a whole bunch more furniture. But it didn’t seem right that Dag had to give up all his stuff. Unless maybe he lived a sparse bachelor lifestyle and his furniture consisted of a leather recliner chair and big screen TV.

“Maybe we could all go back with you and help,” Kassidy suggested, partly curious about his life in San Francisco.

His eyes warmed. “Yeah. Maybe.”

She shifted in the bed so she was on her back between her two guys. “D’you guys think we should move to a new place?”

They both stared at her.

“Uh, why, hon?” Chris asked. “We just bought this place.”

She hitched one bare shoulder, glancing at Dag, then back to him. They’d talked about this briefly last night. “I know,” she said softly. “We did just buy it, and I love it. But this is
our
place. As in, you and me,” she said to Chris. “Maybe it would be nice to have a place that really belongs to all three of us.”

“I’ll pay the mortgage payment,” Dag said immediately.

“Fuck off, you will not,” Chris snapped.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said to Dag, a gentler way of reiterating Chris’s comment.

“I can afford it,” Dag said. “Why not?”

“You’re not supporting us,” Chris clipped. “That’s not what this is about.”

“I fucking know that,” Dag said, eyes narrowing.

“Okay, this isn’t the time to discuss this,” she said, lifting her hands to touch both their chests. “Clearly, we still have a lot of things to figure out. We can talk more tonight over dinner.”

She felt a little of the tension ease out of both their bodies and then she got a kiss on each cheek. She closed her eyes, pleasure filtering through her as they leaned in and kissed her—three of them together in the big bed, the soft sheets wrapped around them, their body heat warming her, their individual scents combining in a heady, sexy fragrance. She really did just want to stay there all day, with them. She sighed.

“We’ve got forever, babe,” Dag whispered. “Right?”

She smiled at him, the impatient, reckless one, counseling her about patience. “Right.”

“I’m grabbing the shower,” Chris said. His hand on her belly slid up between her breasts to her jaw, turned her face toward him and his mouth captured hers in a hard, fast kiss. Then he climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom off their master bedroom. She couldn’t help watching his big, naked body, admiring the flex of muscle in his ass and thighs. When she turned her gaze back to Dag, he was watching Chris too.

They smiled at each other. “He’s hot,” she whispered.

“Yeah.” Dag’s fingertips cruised over her cheek and jaw. “He is. And so are you.”

Heat washed down through her. “I have meetings today too,” she whispered as Dag wrapped his arms around her and rolled to his back with her on top of him. “How the hell am I going to concentrate on work?”

“Hmmm.” Dag nuzzled the side of her neck. Her skin tingled everywhere. “You can do it.”

“Guess I have to.” She tried to pull away, but his arms tightened. “’Kay, let me go. I need coffee.”

He landed one big hand on her butt in a little spank that weirdly felt good. She wriggled on him, felt his cock stir and grinned.

“Get out of here,” he growled. “Before I make you late for work.”

With passion at full throttle, there’s no turning back.

Barely Undercover

© 2013 Sarah Castille

Legal Heat, Book 2

When private investigator Lana Parker follows a dangerous biker into an underground sex club, James Hunter is the last man she expects to see. But there he is, all dark looks and chiseled charms, ready to break her heart all over again.
 

Danger is the name of the game for an undercover cop. And the last thing James wants is for the fiery beauty to come anywhere near the notorious biker gang he’s trying to take down. Yet Lana has no intention of giving up her case, which means he’ll have to keep her close to keep her safe. A risky proposition—especially when their blazing sexual chemistry reignites an unforgettable passion.
 

But when a dark terror emerges from the past, Lana goes on the run…and James gives up everything to save her. Backed into a corner, Lana must face her fears, including the one thing that frightens her most…her overwhelming feelings for the man whose searing glance sparks her most hidden desires, the man she should not trust, but cannot resist.

Warning: The book contains violence, explicit sex, light bondage, heavy swearing, motorcycle sexytimes, bad-ass biker naughtytimes, and an exceptionally hot hero who will get down and dirty anywhere but under the covers.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Barely Undercover:

A shiver coursed up Lana’s spine, and she shook her head to loosen her tongue. “I’m meeting someone.”

Rex’s rough, gravelly voice deepened. “Right now, you’re meeting me.” His gaze crawled over her, unleashing a wave of cockroaches under her skin. By the time his eyes returned to her face, a cold, sticky sweat covered her body.

With all the faux bravado she could muster, she gave him a tight smile and took a step back. “And…the meeting is over. Nice to meet you. Goodbye.”

His arm shot out, grabbing her shoulder, holding her in place. “Usually when I see a cop, I get an itch in my trigger finger. I look at you and I get an itch somewhere else. Ditch the boyfriend. One night with me and you’ll forget he exists.”

An itch? She suspected it might have to do more with his extramarital affairs and visits to the Seymour Street brothels than a desire to hump and pump with a curvy redhead in a dirty cop costume. Talk about putting a girl off.

Rex smiled, all nicotine-stained teeth and ashtray breath. “Yeah. I can see it in your eyes. You know what I’m talking about.”

What did he see exactly? Fear? Disgust? Or her desperate need to find the number for the local STD clinic?