Full House: Three of a Kind, Book 3

by Jess Dee

  Yep. Had to be that. She was slap bang in the middle of a biochemically induced haze. Max’s and Trev’s biochemicals.

  Uh, did humans even produce biochemicals?

  Did it matter?

  Dear Lord. Her hand was no longer creeping. It was home. Where it belonged. Or where it belonged while in the midst of a biochemically induced haze, anyway.

  “Lift your skirt.”

  The words buzzed around her head before settling into a pattern that made any sense.

  Lift her skirt? For whom? Trev, or Max? Couldn’t be Trev. His mouth was stuffed full. No way he could have spoken so clearly.

  “Let me see.”

  Voices like Max’s should be illegal. Because seriously, he could bring a woman to orgasm just by speaking. Hell, he could quote texts from the Financial News and she’d tumble through multiple orgasm heaven.

  “Higher.”

  Higher?

  “Lift your skirt higher,” Max said.

  Startled, Grace realized what she’d done. Grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. Just like Max had ordered. And she’d be damned if she wasn’t edging the fabric up even farther now.

  Trev groaned, a low, sexy sound that grew louder as she pulled the skirt right up, exposing herself—and her hand—to the two men.

  “Beautiful,” Max whispered. He rocked his hips as he stared at her hand, pushing himself into Trev’s mouth.

  Trev grabbed Max’s hip, bracing himself, then opened his lips wider, allowing Max to pump into his mouth.

  Christ, this shouldn’t be a turn-on. Shouldn’t make her wet and wanton.

  It should make her run away, but it didn’t. It made her stroke her pussy and massage her clit. It made her bend her knees as her back rested against the wall, so she could touch herself more easily and open herself wider to Trev’s and Max’s hungry gazes.

  Movement caught her eye. Rapid movement. A fist, near Trev’s lap. Trev’s fist. Wrapped around his now exposed cock. Pumping himself as he feasted on Max and watched Grace. Precome oozed from the tip of his penis, glistening in the light.

  Grace licked her lips, wondering how it would taste. Salty? Exciting?

  It would likely poison her.

  Well, probably not. But it should poison her. It should poison anyone whose thoughts dared drift in the direction hers had. Anyone who dared stroke herself while two men played in front of her eyes.

  Liquid trickled down her thigh and she caught it and rubbed it over her clit.

  “Ah, fuck,” Max wheezed. “I’m coming.” His hips bucked unevenly. “Trev, I’m coming.” He bucked once more and stilled with a long howl. He clasped Trev’s head close to his groin, so close Grace could not see anything. Well, nothing except the rhythmic bouncing of Trev’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed. And swallowed again. And then again.

  And then Max was yanking at his hair, pulling him up and kissing Trev, full on the mouth. Tongues tangoed before her eyes, lips meshed, masculine groans filled the air.

  Max dropped suddenly. His mouth engulfed Trev’s cock.

  Now it was Trev rocking his hips, frantically fucking Max, his breath escaping in low pants.

  As Grace watched, fascinated, Max licked his middle finger, the whole finger, and before her eyes, placed it between Trev’s butt cheeks and pushed.

  Trev lost it. He came too, with a hoarse cry. Semen must have shot from his cock at a rapid rate because no matter how frantically Max swallowed, he couldn’t contain it all. It spilled from his lips, dripping down his chin.

  Grace rubbed her clit frenetically, so horny she thought she might explode.

  And explode she did, when Max straightened, turned to her and kissed her. Kissed her. With Trev’s semen still coating his lips. Never in her entire life had she experienced anything more sinful. More immoral. More…

  More. More. More! Damn it, she just wanted more.

  Even as she came she wanted more, And she got it. Max’s hand joined hers, rubbing her clit, invading her pussy. As one orgasm ended so the next began, and the entire time her pussy clenched and unclenched, Max kissed her. He kissed her until there was not a trace of Trev’s semen left. Together, they consumed every last drop.

  Chapter Five

  “Out! Please. Just get out!” Grace’s face was scarlet. She held her skirt tight around her legs, her hands fixed on the hem as though she’d never release it again.

  Max, half dazed from the intensity of the passion they’d all three just spent, stared at her, in two minds. Did he do as she wished and leave, taking the coward’s way out? Or did he stay here, against her wishes, and soothe her rage?

  Hell, how could he make that kind of decision when his brain hardly functioned? He’d just removed his finger from his mouth, and Grace’s essence floated on his tongue. It mixed with Trev’s semen, sugar to Trev’s salt. Her taste was foreign, subtle and so sweet it made him hungry for another taste.

  Christ, his body still reeled.

  The last thing he’d expected tonight was to find an angel living in Trev’s house. Not only had he tasted said angel, he’d watched her come, at least twice. He’d helped her come.

  Max had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but one look at Grace had taken his breath away. It had knocked him senseless, leaving him dumbstruck and immobile. All he’d been able to do was stare, fill his vision with the sight of the loveliest woman in the world. And the sexiest man.

  Watching the two of them together… Even now the thought left his heart pounding and his blood roaring.

  He should despise her. Envy her. But what he felt was so far off from those emotions, it was laughable.

  “Please,” Grace begged. “Go away. Leave me alone.”

  Trev responded to her desperation. He took a step toward her, his arms outstretched, and tripped over his boxers which had pooled around his ankles.

  Righting himself with a shake of his head, Trev yanked up his offending underwear, walked over to Grace and pulled her into his arms.

  “No!” Her objection was fierce. She struggled in Trev’s embrace, twisting her shoulders this way then that. Still she clung to the hem of her skirt, refusing to release it. “Don’t touch me. Don’t ever touch me again.” Her voice bordered on frantic.

  “Grace, sweetheart, hush,” Trev calmed her.

  “Don’t you sweetheart me!” She rammed her shoulder into Trev’s chest.

  Max winced. That must have hurt.

  “You cheated on him,” Grace snarled. “With me.”

  Trev grimaced, but when he spoke his voice was calm. “I didn’t cheat on Max. Until tonight I never even knew Max loved me. We were just a casual item.”

  Grace froze. “And now?”

  Trev looked at Max. “Now? It’s not so casual.”

  Max’s damned heart swelled.

  Trev smiled at him before turning back to Grace. “Just like it’s not casual with you, either. I told Max about you. About us. I told him everything.”

  “You what?” Grace looked mutinous.

  Even irate, Grace was exquisite. Max’s heart stuttered just watching her.

  Stuttered? How did a heart stutter anyway?

  Didn’t matter, really. His heart was doing just that. Skipping a beat every time he looked her way.

  Again, she squirmed in Trev’s arms, desperately trying to break free.

  “He told me,” Max answered for Trev. “After you found us together.”

  “And you’re not pissed off?” Grace stared at him, looking bewildered.

  “I was.” Max nodded. Irate, actually. “And hurt.” Hell, the pain. Not something he wanted a repeat of. “But like Trev said, there was nothing solid between us until tonight. I had no hold over him, no right to be angry.” Now that the circumstances between Trev and himself had changed, he did have the right. But he couldn’t dredge up a single drop of anger. He was too enthralled by the woman in Trev’s arms.

  “You were pissed off and hurt?” Grace raised an eyebrow, picking up on hi
s use of past tense.

  “It’s hard to stay angry with Trev.” He shrugged and shot Trev an affectionate look before turning back to Grace. “He asked me to meet you, you know? To give you a chance. He figured I’d be just as enchanted by you as he is.” Max smiled. “Trev was right. My heart’s still racing from the intensity of those orgasms.”

  Wrath raged in her eyes. “Those orgasms?”

  Max nodded. “Mine…” Who’d ever have thought he’d come so hard? After his last orgasm, so deep inside Trev, so incredibly intense, he hadn’t thought he’d be capable of another for hours. One glimpse of Grace’s face had changed all that. Or maybe it was the glimpse of Trev’s face as he’d buried his fingers between the woman’s legs that had gotten Max all hot.

  His lover’s eyes had closed, his cheeks had flushed. And he’d worn a smile as though he’d found heaven. Maybe he had. Maybe he’d found heaven in Grace. Max had known then he’d have to find out for himself.

  Max cleared his throat. “Trev’s…” He licked his lips, imagining he could still taste Trev’s semen. “And yours.” She’d exploded in a series of hard, rapid orgasms around his hand and hers. He could still feel her pussy pulsing, gripping his fingers inside her, holding them there.

  Touching Grace… Dear God. It blew his mind. Trev had been right. One look was all he’d needed and something shifted deep inside his chest. Under any other circumstances he doubted he’d have been open to meeting Grace, but perhaps because he’d opened himself up to loving Trev, it made it easier to accept Grace too.

  His fingers curled with pleasure. “Powerful. So unbelievably powerful.” Both the orgasms and her effect on him.

  She glared at him. “Those orgasms should never have happened. None of them.”

  At least she’d stopped struggling against Trev. “But they did happen. And they were incredible.” He had to clear his throat. “Scorching hot.”

  Her cold gaze raked his body in contempt.

  Max was nude. His jeans lay in a pile beside her bed. Too late for humility. She’d watched him make love to Trev and Trev give him a blowjob. A little bit of modesty now wasn’t going to make a scrap of difference. Besides, he couldn’t help but notice how her gaze lingered on his dick. And on his chest. It made his damn nipples tingle.

  “I don’t even know you,” she spat at Max. “I’ve never met you before. And you’ve seen me do things… You’ve done things to me…” Her voice trailed off.

  Understanding trickled through him. Her rage was merely a cover. She was embarrassed by her actions. More than embarrassed. Mortified.

  “I don’t even know you,” she whispered.

  Max smiled gently, sensing that any sudden moves would startle her. He raised his hand and scratched the side of his head. “Yeah. That was quite some introduction. One of the more colorful ones in my life.”

  She didn’t laugh. Didn’t even smile. “You did things to me.”

  Max nodded. “You did things to me too.”

  She stared at him with enormous brown eyes.

  “You do that to me too,” Trev whispered to her. He kept one arm wrapped around her and ran his other hand over her hair in a gentle caress.

  She turned those enormous eyes to Trev. “You…did things to me, knowing Max watched.”

  “I only did what you let me do, Gracie. Only did what you wanted.”

  She stiffened. “No! You only did what you wanted.”

  Trev shook his head, his manner as calm and gentle as Max’s. “If I’d done what I wanted, I’d still be inside you right now.”

  Grace jerked against Trev. “Don’t say things like that.”

  “I can’t help myself. It’s true. I want to make love with you so damn much, it hurts.”

  “While your boyfriend watches?” The fury burned again in her eyes.

  Trev nodded, his own eyes darkening. “Oh yeah.” He licked his lower lip, leaving it glistening. “Or participates.”

  “Both,” Max growled before he thought better of it. Now he’d had a taste of Trev and Grace together he wanted more. And he definitely wanted to get to know Grace better.

  Panic danced on her face. Or was it desire? Could have been either, but it was gone so quickly Max didn’t have a chance to confirm it either way.

  Grace’s shoulders slumped as though the fight drained out of her. “Please,” she said, her voice softer than a whisper. “Go. Leave me alone for now. We can talk again tomorrow.”

  “You shouldn’t be alone,” Trev said instantly.

  “I need to be alone. Need to think.”

  “Gracie—”

  “I just found out you have a male lover, Trev. He just watched you finger me until I came. He…he fingered me while I came. I watched you two do things…” She shook her head. “I need time. Alone. Please.”

  Max watched her carefully. It was no longer a matter of embarrassment for her. She was overwhelmed. Swamped by tonight’s sequence of events. As much as he wanted to stay with her, wanted to comfort her, he understood her need for time out. To think. To put her world back in order.

  Max kinda needed the space himself. He’d just confessed his love for another man. He’d just given his heart to that man. And then met a woman who’d usurped the room Max had tagged for himself, and tagged the heart Max had wished to usurp.

  And she’d blown him away.

  Max also needed time alone with Trev. To decompress. To debrief. And to sleep. He was wiped out. Two orgasms and two lovers—one he’d never met before tonight—had the potential to do that.

  “You can have the time,” Max said softly. “As much time as you need.”

  Trev leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her head. “As long as you know we’ll both be here, waiting for you. When you’re ready.” He glanced up at Max, as though looking for confirmation.

  Their gazes caught, held. All the love Trev felt for him shone in his eyes, clear as day. It warmed Max to his toes.

  There was also concern in Trev’s expression. Worry about the woman he held, the woman who now leaned against him as though she’d lost the strength to hold herself up.

  Max didn’t need to think twice. He nodded, giving Trev the confirmation he sought. Yes, they’d be there for Grace. Both of them. If and when she came to them. “Whenever you’re ready,” Max echoed.

  Trev gave her one more kiss on her cheek, then slowly moved away. His movements were careful, giving Grace the time to stand on her own two feet before he stepped away from her altogether.

  He walked over to Max and wrapped his arm around his waist. As Max leaned over to snag his jeans, Trev whispered to Grace one more time. “We’re waiting for you sweetheart. Both of us.”

  Then the two of them headed to Trev’s room and, without speaking, climbed into bed. Just as they’d done countless Friday nights before this, Max lay on his back and Trev curled on his side, his head resting on Max’s shoulder. Max wrapped his arm around Trev’s shoulder, holding him tight, and Trev laid his hand on Max’s chest.

  The familiarity of the position reassured and heartened Max. Holding Trev like this always felt right. Knowing they loved each other added a whole new level of intimacy to the position.

  Perhaps one night soon, Max would hold Trev and Grace as they all three fell asleep. Max’s last conscious thought was surprise at how much that idea appealed.

  The urge to pack her bags and flee was extraordinary, but as Grace had already determined, there was nowhere to flee to.

  Being attracted to two men at the same time was so out of her league, she didn’t know what to think. Being attracted to two men who loved each other? Beyond her comprehension.

  Yet it seemed to be all she could think about. Obsess about.

  It had taken just a couple of weeks to fall for Trev. To lose her heart to him.

  Max—hell, there was a case of instant attraction. One look and her body had melted.

  Yes, the melting could have everything to do with the position of Trev and his fingers at the time, but
Grace couldn’t deny the heated connection that had sparked the second she’d opened her eyes to find Max watching her.

  If it was just her attraction to two men, she’d deal with it. Heck, she’d throw herself headfirst into whatever the men had in mind. But this particular situation was not quite so straightforward. It was complicated by the perplexing business of Trev and Max loving each other.

  What she needed was an objective perspective on this situation. A perspective that would help her take a step back and survey the circumstances without being caught in the middle of them.

  She knew just where to get that perspective. From a man who came from a similar background as her. A man who grew up being taught homosexuality—or bisexuality—was something boys and girls like them did not think about. Did not associate with. A man who himself was involved in a ménage relationship. A man who shared a woman with his pal, Jay.

  Her cousin, Hunter.

  She’d pay him a visit. While first thing in the morning would be a perfect time, she had a pottery exhibition the whole weekend. Her chat with Hunter would have to wait. Darn, she wished it could be sooner. She had no doubt he’d help her see things clearly. He’d agree that while a threesome with two men focused on the woman might be fun, anything more was not cool.

  Perhaps then, with Hunter’s help and support, she’d be able to resist the combined attraction that was Max and Trev.

  The house was silent when Trev awoke. Too silent. Grace was usually up at the crack of dawn, seated at the dining room table, her music playing softly in the background as she sketched ideas for her afternoon pottery classes. But it was Saturday today, Grace’s first exhibition in Sydney. He’d wanted to wish her luck. Insisted she wake him up before she leave. After last night, she must have slipped out of the house while he and Max were still asleep.

  Trev turned cold.

  What if she’d packed up her belongings and slipped out of the house? Run away while he slept?

  Trev padded softly from his room, careful not to disturb the sleeping Max. Grace’s room was empty, as was the rest of the house.

  Had she left? Taken her worldly possessions and gotten the hell out of his life? Trev’s stomach clenched.