by Rhian Cahill
“What did you say?” she demanded.
Spencer sat up beside her. “That it’s pretty damn unbelievable.”
“No. Not that part. The other part.”
“We’re happy to share you, sweetheart.” Levi pushed upright as well. “Ridiculously happy.”
“No.” She almost waved his words away and then realized what he’d said. “Well, yes, that.” Holy smoke, yes, that. “But the other part. The first part.”
Spencer smiled, and Chelsea’s chin dropped.
Dear God, he looked gorgeous when he smiled. Drop-dead, bone-meltingly gorgeous.
“You mean the bit about us both loving you?”
She nodded, still too awed by his beautiful smile to answer.
“It’s true.” Levi took her hand. She turned to look at him, and her heart skipped a good few beats when she saw the serious look in his eyes. Her lungs seized, refusing to function for long seconds. Gone was the laughter and the teasing and the jokes. All she could see was the emotion that filled his gaze, making the blue of his eyes shine. “I love you, Chels. I’m totally, completely in love with you. And Spence here—”
“I love you too, babe.” Spencer still smiled. “I’m one hundred percent hooked on you. And I think the three of us, together, will be brilliant.”
“Agreed,” Levi said. “Brilliant.”
“Y-you’d want that? All of us together, all of the time.”
Levi’s easy grin returned. “Not all of the time. Fact, I’m kinda looking forward to the mornings Spence has to work. When you get back from your run and you’ve got a few hours to kill before you have to be at the restaurant. I’ll have you all to myself then.”
“And I figure I’ll get you alone when Lev writes at night,” Spencer told her. “It’ll be just you and me and one big bed. Or couch. Or wall, kitchen bench top or floor.”
“B-but then when will it be all three of us?”
“Whenever you want, Chels,” Levi said. “Whenever you want.”
“There’s just one thing we’d need from you first,” Spencer added, back to his solemn self.
“What is it?” Anything. She’d give them anything at all to live the dream life she never knew she wanted.
“We need to hear the words too, Chels. I love you. Spence loves you. How about you?”
“Oh, God. I love you too. Both of you. I’ve loved you since you walked into my restaurant a year ago. I fell so hard then, and I never got back up. These last few days, I’ve fallen harder and harder.” She leaned in and kissed one man. “I love you, Levi Barret.” Then she turned and kissed the other. “I love you, Spencer Allen.”
Levi collapsed back against a pile of cushions. “Thank God for small miracles.”
She smiled at him.
“One more question,” he said.
“Anything.”
“Are we still welcome at Chelsea’s?”
“Oh, my God, yes. Every day. And night. Always.”
Levi breathed a massive sigh. “Phew.”
Spencer grinned at Levi. “Lucky for you.”
Huh? “Why would you say that?”
Levi’s smiled a mischievous smile. “The club threatened me.”
Chelsea’s stared at him blankly.
“The Sunday Night Dinner Club,” he clarified. “They warned me to leave you alone.”
“What? Why?”
“In case he screwed up our chances of ever being allowed back into the restaurant again.”
“How could he have screwed it up?”
“His love-’em-and-leave-’em ways,” Spencer explained. “They were worried he’d hurt you.”
“Would you?” she asked Levi. “Hurt me?”
The solemnity was back in his eyes. “Never.”
“How about you?” she asked Spencer.
“Never.”
“Then I think there’ll be no problem with the Dinner Club dining at Chelsea’s. Ever. In fact, if you carry on treating me the way you’ve both treated me tonight, I think the Dinner Club will have a long and happy relationship with Chelsea’s.”
“And I think Spence and I will have a long and happy relationship with Chelsea.”
“The happiest,” Spencer agreed. And with that, he drew Chelsea into his arms and he and Levi proceeded to show Chelsea just how happy they’d make her.
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Pass The Parcel
A Party Games novella
Rhian Cahill
It’s more than a game when their hearts are involved.
For one night Kitty is going to pretend she’s someone else. Someone not afraid of going after what she wants. And what she wants is a night of carnal pleasure with her two bosses.
Ethan and Finn have wanted their shy, innocent office manager since the moment they laid eyes on her. But months of issuing subtle invitations and innuendoes have gotten them nowhere. Until now.
Now she’s here. With them. And nothing will stop them from getting what they want—Kitty in their bed. Forever.
Warning: A heroine out of her depth and two sexy heroes determine to show her she’s capable of taking them both on.
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Copyright © 2014 Rhian Cahill
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Dedication
To the girls who stand beside me and hold me up when I need it. Divas, this one is for us.
And for KittyKelly. Because you asked.
Chapter One
Kitty took a deep breath and held it.
I can do this.
Breathing out through her nose in a steady stream, she tried to calm her rioting nerves.
I have to do this.
Lord, if she chickened out now she’d never forgive herself. But the urge to leave was swallowing her whole.
No dammit!
For once—just once—she wanted to be the bold, sexy, confident, go-after-what-she-wants woman she’d dreamed of being.
I will do this.
Kitty raised her chin and stared at the house across the street. Lights ablaze and music pouring from inside like water through a sieve, the place oozed party. For some reason—whether inspired by the driving beat thumping the walls and vibrating the very air she breathed or the scantily clad individuals spilling from inside and milling about on the lawn—Kitty felt a sexual pull like no other.
Lowering her gaze, she drew in another big breath and let it go in a rush.
Who was she kidding? Her arousal had nothing to do with the pounding music or the barely clothed people across the street. Two words explained her current state of electrified awareness.
Ethan.
Finn.
Two names that wrenched her slumberous libido from its dormant status into the bright lights of need and want. God. She’d spent weeks, months—years—admiring them from afar. In her fantasies, she was one of the women they regularly took to bed. Together. A shiver rolled over her. Kitty might not be an inexperienced virgin, but she’d never ventured far into the carnal territory Ethan and Finn liked to play in.
She hadn’t had the nerve.
Still didn’t.
But she was going to pretend.
For one night, Kelly Owens—aka Kitty—would be the woman that men wanted. The sexy siren they couldn’t take their eyes off. The one they wanted to put their hands on.
Even if it killed her.
And it just might.
She took a step in the five-inch heels she’d borrowed from her sister and winced. And wobbled. Her toes were squashed together and her arches were stretched so high she was surprised she hadn’t snapped a tendon or ligament or muscle or whatever it was that held her toes on. With a grimace, she tugged on the hem of her ridiculously short skirt and wondered why she’d thought exposing every centimetre of her legs was a good idea.
Or why she’d purchased the black lace thong currently flossing her butt cheeks. And don’t even get her started on the lung-crushing, skin-pinching corset the saleswoman had talked her into buying. Or why she’d worn the stupid thing.
Sure, it pushed her C cups to an in-your-face drool-worthy position, but that didn’t take away from the fact that if she moved faster than a slow walk—not that she dared in her sky-scraper shoes—she’d slap herself in the face and break her nose. Or bust a lip. Or poke an eye out with one of her turned-on nipples.
That was the other problem with the corset. It didn’t cover her boobs. The torturous contraption made a weird shelf-like thingy that left two-thirds of her breasts uncovered by anything but the flimsy halter-top she wore. Or wasn’t wearing depending on your opinion of what constituted a top. In hers, what she had on barely resembled a bikini, and Kitty didn’t even own a bikini.
She tried pulling her hair over her shoulders to hide the plain-as-the-nose-on-your-face advertisement of her arousal, only those pesky tips even managed to navigate their way through the long strands to sit front and centre. Pointing the way. The urge to cross her arms over her chest was strong. To curb the impulse, she curled her fingers and concentrated on brushing her knuckles on her bare thighs with each step she took.
“Kitty!”
Turning her head, Kitty saw the two reasons she was here no more than a car-length away. She stumbled on nothing in particular and would have fallen flat on her face if Finn hadn’t sprinted over and slung his arm around her waist. He pulled her against him, her chest plastered to his and, with the added height of her killer heels, she found herself eye-to-eye with one of her leading fantasy men.
Lips trembling, she smiled. “Hi.”
“Jesus. You scared the shit out of me.” Finn glanced down at the road. “You must have hit a bit of loose gravel.”
Kitty nodded, more than happy for him to think that than the truth. One—she’d never worn heels this high in her life. And two—she was so worked up over them—over being here in these out-of-her-comfort-zone clothes—she couldn’t walk.
Ethan crowded in beside them. “You came.” The surprise in his voice made her stomach dip and her heart tugged on her throat as it took a freefall to her toes.
“Um, well, yes.” She glanced from one set of blue eyes to the other. “Y-you asked me to come.” Oh God. Had their invitation been a joke?
Ethan grinned and her heart shot back up from her toes and into her throat like it had been fired from a slingshot. “We most definitely did.” He leaned back, his gaze travelling the length of her until he reached her feet. Pursing his lips, he gave a soft whistle as he brought that shiver-inducing gaze back to hers. “And might I say how fucking brilliant that was.”
There was no denying the heat in his eyes or the way he looked at her as though he wanted to eat her whole. She quivered all over.
The air around them crackled. And the courage she’d dredged up to get her to this point wavered in the face of such obvious lust. She’d never been on the receiving end of a look so hungry, and as her body responded with its own hunger—warming, coiling, dampening—she teetered on her borrowed five-inch stilts.
The vice around her waist tightened, squashing her boobs into the hard male chest in front of her.
How had she forgotten Finn held her? Held her crushed against him. So close she could feel every inch of him.
Every.
Inch.
And there were many.
All of them rock hard.
Kitty swallowed. Licked her dry lips. The heat of the mid-summer evening was nothing compared to the heat radiating off Finn. And Ethan.
Off the two of them.
She couldn’t catch her breath.
Breathe.
Her chest ached and her heart slammed against her ribs, threatening to shove her boobs off their display shelf.
Breathe dammit.
She needed to breathe. Needed to calm the chaos churning inside her. But she couldn’t do that with them so close.
Surrounding her.
Overwhelming her.
Kitty tried to ease out of Finn’s arms, but Ethan moved closer, pressing in behind her. Caging her between them.
“Where you going?” he murmured in her ear, sending goose bumps racing over her skin and fire racing over every nerve ending.
“I, um.” Kitty glanced around, her heart pounding louder than the music blaring around them. She avoided their eyes, her gaze darting from one thing to the next until it landed on the house. “Inside?”
Air rushed from Ethan’s lungs and the steel rod stretched across his shoulders melted away. He’d seen Kelly’s fear. Seen the uncertainty, the urge to flee that had flashed through her eyes, and it killed him to stand there and let her decide whether or not to stay. He wouldn’t make her stay, but he’d do everything he could to convince her she wanted to.
He reached for her hand and slid his fingers through hers. “Let’s go then.”
Finn loosened his grip and turned her so she w
as tucked into his side. “Stick close. These things can get a little wild.”
Wild wasn’t the half of it. The last one of these parties they’d attended had gotten so out of control once the party co-ordinator had left, even their eyebrows had been raised. And that was saying something.
He doubted things would be out of hand this early in the night but gave Kelly’s hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry. We’ll look after you.”
They’d take such good care of her she’d never want to be away from them. Ever. Shit. He was getting ahead of himself again. Kelly was here—with them—and for now that was all that mattered—it was enough—a start. The rest would fall into place if it was meant to.
God, he hoped it was meant to.
“Um, so whose party is this?” she asked as they made their way across the lawn, careful not to rush her in her sexy shoes. Ethan couldn’t recall seeing her in heels before, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find them erotic as hell.
“Mike. Friend of ours,” Finn answered.
“You remember Mike? He was at the office for a month or so about a year back,” Ethan added.
“Oh, yes. Really tall guy. Built like a brick shi—”
Ethan swivelled his head to see what had snagged Kelly’s attention. And there was their host. All six foot six inches of him. “Hey, Mike,” he called out.
Mike held his hand out to Ethan. “Glad you guys could make it.”
“You remember Kitty,” Finn said as he shook Mike’s hand.
“I do indeed,” Mike murmured as his gazed raked over the woman between them.
At the blatant look of desire in his friend’s—make that ex-friend’s—eyes, Ethan’s gut cramped and a growl rumbled in his chest. But Finn stepped forward a little before Ethan managed to clear the red haze shrouding his vision.
“Off-limits,” Finn snarled.
