by Lynn Tyler
Hat Trick
Toronto Maple Leaf captain Nathan Vaughan and his wife have been looking for a third for years, but Nathan’s intense possessiveness has prevented them from having the ménage experience they both dream of. When rookie Jeremy Reiner joins the team, they both think they may have found the man for them.
Jeremy has never questioned his sexuality before. He has always desired women, and when Nathan and Rachel invite him to their bed, he quickly takes them up on their offer. Much to his dismay, and confusion, Jeremy finds himself falling in love with both Rachel and Nathan.
The lovemaking is explosive, but is it enough to keep the three of them together when conflicting emotions, rumors, and genuine fears threaten to tear them apart?
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 38,961 words
HAT TRICK
Lynn Tyler
MENAGE AMOUR
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HAT TRICK
Copyright © 2012 by Lynn Tyler
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First E-book Publication: June 2012
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DEDICATION
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HAT TRICK
LYNN TYLER
Copyright © 2012
Chapter 1
Nathan handed his wife a bowl of popcorn and snuggled down into the leather couch with the remote in his hand. “Ready, honey?”
Rachel cuddled closer and placed the bowl on the table in front of them. “Why do I let you talk me into these horror movies anyway? I never sleep after we watch one.”
Chuckling, he draped his arm across her shoulders and pulled her into his lap. Ah, that was better. He loved holding his wife, loved having her as close as possible. They had been married for nearly nine years now, since they were nineteen, and he still couldn’t get enough of her. This horror movie trick was one he’d come up with just a year before they’d married. Get her scared enough and she would bury her face in his neck. That was his cue to distract her from the gore on the screen. Of course, the kind of distraction was key. He would start playing with her hair, which never failed to turn her on. A few well-placed kisses on her neck and she would be all over him. Of course, he would be more than happy to oblige.
Just as things were getting to the interesting part, the phone rang. Cursing inwardly as he mouthed her neck softly once more, he reluctantly pulled away and answered. “Hello?”
His coach’s soft laugh told him his voice had probably given away his irritation. “Is this a bad time?”
Nathan suppressed a sigh and paused the movie so Rachel wouldn’t get too scared while he was talking. He’d learned the hard way that if Rachel got too scared, there would be no nookie for him. “It’s not the greatest of times, Coach. But what can I do for you?”
The coach laughed again, and this time, Nathan heard some paper rustling. “You remember that kid we drafted a few years ago from University of Michigan? The one who wanted to finish his degree before he started?”
Nathan thought back to the only kid in history who probably had ever requested a delay in his NHL debut. Those kinds of guts and that kind of determination were something he had greatly admired. He’d even met the kid once or twice and had genuinely liked him. “Jeremy Reiner, yeah, I remember him.”
“Well, he’s finished school now and ready to start. I was wondering if you could mentor him a little, maybe show him around.”
Nathan rolled his shoulders and pulled Rachel closer so that her head settled back against his shoulder. He slipped his hand down the collar of her shirt and let his fingers trace soft designs across the bare skin of her collarbones as he contemplated the request. “I’ll definitely take him under my wing. Give me his number and I’ll give him a call in the morning.”
He copied down the number on the pad of paper Rachel insisted they keep by the couch for just such a purpose and hung up. He made sure to grind his hard cock into Rachel’s ass as he stretched. “Who are you going to take under your wing?” she asked, pressing down into him.
Gripping her hips, Nathan picked her up, an easy feat since she was so little, and turned her so that she straddled his pelvis. She settled down onto him so that her pussy rested right against his cock. His eyes nearly crossed at the feel of her, and he swore under his breath. They had dressed for bed before sitting down to watch their movie, so he was wearing only a very thin pair of cotton boxers. He could feel every inch of her damp pussy against him, her moisture soaking through his shorts. Apparently, she had decided to go commando. “Holy smokes, honey. No panties?”
She giggled and leaned forward to nibble at his ear. “Actually, I’ve got on a new pair. Crotchless. You like?”
Shit. His arousal shot through the roof, and he went from turned on to desperate in the space of a second. “God, honey, I’ve got to see them.” He eased the large hockey jersey she wore up and stared at the bit of red lace that covered her neatly trimmed curls. The
lace ended just above her clit and left her whole pussy bare and just waiting to be filled. “Oh, honey, now that is a work of art.”
Using the thumb and fingers of his left hand, he peeled her lips apart to fully expose the little nubbin of her clit. She was exquisitely sensitive there, and the right stroke would have her desperate to be filled in seconds. Hooking one arm around her hips to hold her in place, he pushed her shoulders back gently so that he had better access to her pussy. “You know what happens when you tease me, honey,” he said in a low voice, flicking the very tip of her clit with his index finger.
Her head dropped back on her shoulders, her hair brushing over his forearm, and she moaned. “I know,” she gasped, pushing her hips forward in an effort to get more pressure where she wanted it.
“Uh-uh,” he scolded. “You’re teasing me with this underwear. Now it’s my turn to tease you.”
Her hips stilled instantly, and she reached out to grip his biceps with both hands. Her nails bit into his skin, and he knew he would wear those marks for hours, but he would wear them with pride, damn it. Those marks meant he’d given his wife pleasure.
Pulling the jersey over her head and tossing it across the room, Nathan leaned forward and captured one of her nipples between his lips. He suckled her deeply as he stroked his finger in concentric circles around her other breast.
She arched back into his arm, giving herself entirely to her pleasure and trusting him completely to keep her from falling. Her total trust in him to keep her safe and satisfied was the biggest turn-on he knew. He loved knowing he could make her lose herself to the pleasure he was giving her.
“Oh,” she moaned, shaking him out of the dreamy state he’d slipped into. Every muscle in her body had tightened, her thighs shaking violently. He stopped sucking on her nipple instantly. She was one of those rare women who could come from nipple play alone. How fucking lucky was he? But he didn’t want her coming just yet. He was going to be balls deep in her before that happened. He wanted to feel those muscles fluttering around him, grabbing at him, fighting to keep him in place.
He waited until she had calmed somewhat, resting his face against the inner curve of her breast while she caught her breath. “Nathan,” she whined. “I was almost there.”
He looked up and grinned wickedly. “I know, honey. But you know what happens when you tease me.”
An answering grin lit up her face. “I know, and I love it.”
He shook his head but decided it was too late to really tease her as long as he wanted. It was time to get down to business. “Sit up and pull my shorts down until they are under my balls.”
She instantly obeyed his command. She really was the perfect woman. She was strong, intelligent, and independent but had no qualms about being submissive in bed. She smiled seductively at him as she did what he said, taking the time to tug on his balls just a little. Man, he was going to go off like a rocket when he finally let himself come. Right now he was more concerned with Rachel and making her come. “Hold the base of my cock steady,” he said in his most commanding tone.
Seizing the bottom of his shaft, she squeezed firmly, almost too firmly. He kept a firm hold of her waist while he used his free hand to tilt her chin up to meet her eyes. “Gently,” he ordered.
She loosened her grip and looked up at him expectantly. Somewhere along the line, she had straddled one of his legs, and he could feel her pussy lips spread out against him as she rocked against his muscled thigh. Knowing she loved the feeling, he tightened that muscle and let her play for a few minutes, even pinching her clit and pulling it out and up very gently. Her eyes blazed, and she rocked faster, nearly dislodging his grip on her now rigid pearl of flesh. It twitched between his finger and thumb a few times, a sure sign she was right on the edge of orgasm. That was his cue to stop.
He pulled his hand away and palmed her hip with it, still supporting her with the other arm. “Stop.”
Her hips stilled instantly, her breasts heaving as she panted. “Nathan, please. Please.”
She begged so sweetly, and he could never deny her anything. “Lift up,” he said, helping her to straddle his pelvis again. “Now put my cock in your pussy slowly. Yeah, honey, that’s it.” He groaned as she sank slowly onto him until she was fully seated. “Now ride me.”
She did just that, throwing her head back with abandon and crying out her pleasure. She was grinding down on him with everything she had, and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It amazed him how she surrendered completely to the pleasure he was giving her. “Please let me come, Nathan. Oh, I need you to let me come.”
He slammed up into her and bit down on the spot just behind her ear that never failed to drive her mad. “Come,” he ordered.
Her pussy muscles clamped down on him, fluttering around him and grabbing at him frantically. The orgasm ripped through him unexpectedly, rushing through him with the force of a freight train. He felt the cum being ripped from his balls with enough force to be almost painful. He shot into her, filling her with his seed in several long spurts.
By the time he could feel his balls again, Rachel was draped across him, her warm breath puffing against the damp skin of his throat. She lounged in his arms, squirming around until her head tucked neatly under his chin. She played with his chest hair, ruffling it with her long, elegant fingers. The action always soothed him, and he briefly thought about getting up and moving them into the bedroom. He was far too content where he was, though, and was almost on the edge of sleep when she pulled sharply on a chest hair. “Who are you taking under your wing?” she asked, curiosity plain in her tone.
He grumbled and reached to disentangle her hands from his chest hair. It could be worse. She could be tugging on his pubes to get his attention. “The new kid, Reiner. He just graduated from university, and he’s ready to start with us. The coach just asked if I would mind showing him around a little. He’s a good kid.”
She slid off him, and he squeezed his thighs together to avoid her knee as it came dangerously close to his balls. Picking up the few pieces of clothing they had scattered around the living room, she tossed his shorts at him as she sashayed out of the room. He stretched and snagged the boxers from where they landed on his belly as he stood. The water in the shower started, and he wandered in to see her adjusting the temperature of the spray. “Gonna join me?”
Like he would ever pass up a chance to get her wet and naked. He stepped inside the glassed-in shower enclosure and reached over her head for her shampoo, then lathered up her hair generously. He loved her hair. It was so curly she couldn’t even comb it. Dry, it hung to her shoulders. When it was wet, it hung nearly to her waist. He absolutely loved burying his face in her curls and running them between his fingers.
“Why don’t you ask him if he wants to stay here while he looks for a place of his own?” she asked as she tilted her head back to rinse the shampoo out of her hair.
He chewed on that as he began to apply conditioner to her hair the way she’d taught him all those years ago. There really wasn’t any reason Jeremy couldn’t stay with them for a few weeks. He could show the kid around a little, introduce him to the other guys on the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey team. It really wouldn’t be a bad idea. In fact, the only thing stopping him was the idea that Jeremy would be around Rachel. Nathan was extremely possessive of his wife. Luckily, she understood and usually put up with his Neanderthal ways.
Rachel looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. “Let’s see how it goes for a few days. At least by then he’ll sort of know his way around the city, and if it’s too much for you, he can go to a hotel,” she said against his lips.
He kissed her slowly, taking his time. This kiss wasn’t meant to seduce her. She’d milked him dry already. He poured every bit of love he had for her into the kiss before leading her out of the shower and drying her off. “Okay, that’s not a bad idea. Just don’t get any perverted ideas.”
She rolled her eyes and took the towel
from him, squeezing the water from her hair before attacking it with a wide-toothed comb. “You love it when I’m pervy. Besides, you’re the one who corrupted me, Mr. Bisexual. It’s not my fault the idea of two men in bed with me turns me on. You’re the one who brought it up.”
He flashed her a rueful grin and began towel drying his own hair. One drunken night back when they’d first gotten married, he’d confessed he’d always been attracted to men as well as women. Instead of being repulsed, Rachel had found the idea intriguing, and they had experimented a little, bringing a few discreet men, men who’d had as much to lose as he had, into their bed. It hadn’t worked out very well. While the men had always been attractive, he hadn’t been able to stomach the thought of sharing his beloved wife. After a few failed attempts at threesomes, they had resigned themselves to keeping it as a fantasy only. “Corrupted you, my ass. You were the one who wanted another man in the bed.”
She slipped behind him and pinched his ass. “Come to bed. I don’t want to watch that movie anymore. Your wicked plan worked anyway.”
Picking her up and walking her to the bedroom, he tossed her into the middle of the mattress and flopped down next to her. “Ugh, my hair is going to be such a mess tomorrow. I’ll need to wash it again before going to work,” she whined.
He rolled over so that he was facing her and tapped her nose. “Love you, yeah?”
She smiled at him, a soft, satisfied little smile and stroked his jaw lightly with her index finger. He closed his eyes and allowed her gentle petting to soothe him. “I love you, too,” she whispered, and angled herself so that she fit neatly against his side.
He held her close as she fell asleep and thought about the kid he was going to offer a room to. Just picturing the younger man, with his shaggy black hair and full lips, had him hard all over again. Those lips had been made for wrapping around a thick, hard cock, and Jeremy would be strong enough to endure the kind of sex he wanted with a man. He’d never had the need to have rough sex with Rachel. Quickies, sure, but never rough. It was a different story with the men they’d experimented with though. It was almost like he’d needed to assert his dominance with them.
