Full House: Three of a Kind, Book 3

by Jess Dee

  Chapter Eight

  Grace, Max and Trev lay in a tangle of sheets on Trev’s bed. Night had long since passed, and morning was but a memory. The late afternoon sun shone through the window, warming Trev all the way through to his toes.

  Not that he needed more warming.

  The three of them had spent the last twenty-odd hours in a frenzy of lovemaking, napping, showering, chatting, laughing and making love again. It had become a pattern over the last three weeks. Max would head back to Trev’s house after poker, and the three of them would spend the rest of the weekend in bed.

  Trev wanted Max to come home with him every night, but work and commitments didn’t always make that possible. Hard as Max tried, he wasn’t able to make it over more than once or twice during the week. On those nights, all three of them shared Trev’s bed.

  When Max wasn’t there, Trev shared his bed just with Grace. And a couple of times, when Max had spent the night but Trev had worked late, Max had shared Grace’s bed. Well, until Trev had gotten home, anyway.

  Weekday mornings usually belonged to Max and Trev, since Grace had to be at the studio early.

  It was complicated. But it worked. Beautifully. Just like Trev had known it would.

  If he had even an iota of energy left now, he’d reach over and kiss Max, or Grace, whoever was closer. But honestly, Trev could hardly breathe, let alone move. Even the task of opening his eyes exhausted him.

  He’d long since lost count of the number of times he’d come this weekend. He’d come in Grace’s pussy and her ass. He’d come in her mouth. He’d come in Max’s mouth too. And Max’s hand.

  Most unbelievable of all was where Trev had come the last time the three of them had gathered up the energy to make love. He’d come—hell, he’d fucking exploded like a faulty gas casket—in Max’s ass. In Max’s freaking ass.

  At Grace’s request.

  Even now the memory left him breathless.

  “I’ve given up every belief I’ve ever had about sex and relationships to be with you two,” Grace had told Max. “I’ve had to change my whole way of thinking, go against my parents’ values, just to make love with you both. It’s your turn to give a bit.”

  Trev had watched, his dick growing as Max reluctantly acquiesced. As he’d hesitantly allowed Grace to convince him to do the one thing he had refused to do for two years.

  Grace didn’t sit by idly and watch. No, not Grace. She’d spread herself on the bed and opened her legs to Max’s marauding tongue. At the same time, she’d lifted her head and helped herself to a mouthful of Max’s cock.

  And with his two lovers lost to the wonderful world of mutual oral pleasure, Trev had sheathed his shaft, dabbed a generous dollop of lube on Max’s ass and eased himself, slowly—so fucking slowly it almost killed him—into Max’s hole.

  Max had resisted, closed him out, but Grace’s mouth and words had coaxed him into relaxing, had coaxed him into letting Trev in, until finally, sweat running down his spine, Trev had seated himself fully inside Max. And Max’s moan of bliss had blown Trev’s mind.

  His orgasm was the most powerful of the day. Of the month. Of his life. He’d thought he’d never be able to top the orgasm he’d had on the kitchen table, inside Grace with Max in his ass. He’d been wrong. The feel of Max’s channel tightening around him, clasping him, holding him in its velvety depths, had made Trev’s head spin. Coming in Max’s ass while Max came in Grace’s mouth, the sound of Grace’s cries filling the air… Dear God, the thought was enough to make Trev hard all over again.

  Max may have resisted at first. He may even have experienced pain. But he’d come as hard as Trev, and Grace’s triumphant orgasm had sent them both over the edge completely.

  Trev was a lost man. Lost to the wiles and the love of Max and Grace. After all they had experienced this last month, Trev knew he could never let them go. Either of them. He wanted them both, in his life, forever.

  And from the soft sighs that Grace now emitted as Max kissed her—God knew where they found the strength—they were just as hooked. On each other, and on him.

  “Gracie?” he asked when Max finally released her lips.

  “Mm hmm?” She wound her fingers through Trev’s.

  “You’re not still thinking of leaving, are you?”

  Her laugh was a sweet tinkle in his ears. “Er, I kinda forgot all about that,” she told him.

  Trev grinned up at the ceiling. “That’s good. Real good to hear, because I never want you to leave.” He closed his hand over Max’s thigh, needing to feel a connection to both Grace and Max. “I never want you to leave, either,” he said to Max.

  Max froze. His thigh went rigid. “Trev—”

  “We’re good together,” Trev interrupted. He’d been thinking about this for the last few days, hell, the last few weeks, and he needed to say it, needed to get it out in the open. “Real good together. All three of us. Fucking perfect, really.”

  “I’ll say,” Grace agreed with a soft sigh.

  Max nodded, but the muscle in his thigh did not relax.

  “I love you. Both of you,” Trev told them. “But Max, I hate it when you leave in the morning. When I know you won’t be back that night. I just fucking hate it.”

  Max was silent for a very long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was oddly toneless. “What are you suggesting, Trev?”

  “I’m suggesting you don’t leave again. Move in with us. Live here with Gracie and me.”

  “That is one freaking brilliant idea,” Grace enthused.

  Max inhaled audibly. “Not real practical, is it?” he asked. “Where will I sleep? You have your bedroom, Grace has hers. That’s it. There are no more rooms in the house.”

  Trev wrinkled his forehead. “Is that a trick question?” Wasn’t the solution perfectly obvious?

  “Nah, mate. Just a logical one.”

  Trev rolled onto his side so he could look at Max. He saw something he’d never seen in his lover’s eyes before. Insecurity. “You’ll sleep right here. In my bed. Next to me. Next to Grace.” Duh! “We can go shopping tomorrow and find a bed big enough for all three of us. If we can’t find one, we’ll have one custom made.”

  Hope seemed to burn in Max’s gaze, right beside the insecurity. Trev’s heart tightened. “And you’ll put your clothes in my cupboard. Next to mine. We can find a place for all your furniture. We’ll rearrange mine and Gracie’s stuff and add yours. We can sell some things or put them in storage. We can do whatever we want, so long as we do it together. All three of us.”

  Max looked at Trev. “You’re serious about this?”

  “Deadly serious.”

  Max looked at Grace. She didn’t hesitate. “I love the idea.”

  “What about your parents? What would they say?” Max wanted to know.

  This time she did hesitate. Her brow wrinkled. “They won’t say anything, because I won’t tell them. Not yet, anyway.”

  “You’ll hide it from them?” Trev asked. “Something this big?”

  Grace sighed. “I love my parents. I do. But they’re not ready to know about the decisions I’ve made and the lifestyle I’ve chosen here in Sydney. They’re not ready to hear about you two, and I’m not ready to tell them.”

  “Will you ever be ready to tell them?” Trev asked.

  “Maybe one day,” Grace answered noncommittally.

  “Are you sure about us?” Max asked, voicing Trev’s concerns. If she wasn’t okay with telling her parents about them, was she okay with living with them?

  Grace’s expression softened. The troubled look in her eyes dissipated and her cheeks practically glowed. “More sure than I’ve been about any other relationship I’ve ever had. You took me by surprise. Both of you. And I had to change my entire way of thinking, reassess all of my beliefs. But I wouldn’t change them back now for the world. I love you both.” She smiled then. “And I love that you love each other. I love how happy you are when you’re together. Trev, I love the way your face lights u
p when you see Max, and Max, I love the way the tension seems to vanish from your posture when you see Trev. But most of all, I love the way I feel when I’m with both of you, and if you could both feel for me even a tenth of what I feel for you two, I would be a very, very happy woman.”

  Trev’s heart expanded until he thought it might burst. “Ah, sweetheart, you have to know I love you enough to bet all my chips on you.”

  “I love you too,” Max agreed instantly. “Hell, Gracie, with you in our lives, Trev and I will win every damn hand.”

  Grace’s grin lit up the room. “So I love you two, you two love me, you love each other, and we’re going shopping for a bigger bed tomorrow. Tell me, Max, is there any reason in this entire world not to move in with Trev and me?”

  Max studied her face for the longest time before he finally shook his head. “Not a single one I can think of.”

  Trev’s heart lurched. “Does this mean… You’ll come live here? In the house?”

  “Honestly?” Max asked.

  Trev nodded. So did Grace.

  “There is no place I’d rather live.” The insecurity in his eyes vanished. All Trev could see now was love shining from his gaze. Love, happiness and excitement.

  “Then from this moment on, consider this house your home.” Trev leaned forward and planted a huge, mushy, celebratory kiss on his cheek. Then he planted a huge mushy kiss on Grace’s cheek. Then Grace kissed Max’s cheek. And Max kissed Trev. And Grace. But not on the cheek.

  And then no one spoke again for a very, very long time.

  About the Author

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  Raising the Stakes

  © 2010 Jess Dee

  Three of a Kind, Book 2

  After four years, Megan Loxley has given up waiting for her best friend, Desmond Reed, to realize she loves him. It’s time to move on. When Des introduces her to his poker buddy, Alex Truman, the instantaneous sparks that flare between them signal her life is about to change forever.

  Des could kick himself. How could he have failed to notice the perfect woman was by his side all this time? Now it’s too damn late. And her innocent prodding about why he’s suddenly so distant is only making his hunger for her worse. Then she gets one step too close—and his self-restraint snaps.

  Stunned, bewildered, furious, Meg can’t help but respond to the kisses for which she waited so long. God help her, she loves Des. And Alex, too. Immeasurably. Now what?

  It may make her the greediest woman alive, but she’s determined to win the next hand—even if she has to change the game a little. First step: state her wildly sexy proposition in a language both men will understand…and hope they’ll stick around and play by her rules.

  Warning, If you’re looking for a cool game of poker, you won’t find it here. This novella is so hot the cards are still smoking. The heroine may be new to the game, but she knows exactly how to play her two kings.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Raising the Stakes:

  Megan stood in the doorway.

  She was a mess.

  Her hair stood in disarray, her dress was crumpled. Tears streaked down her scarlet cheeks and her gaze was wild, a mixture of horror, confusion and despair.

  “Alex…” His name was a guttural moan.

  He bolted off the chair. His knees jerked as he straightened. Warning prickles tapped at his spine. What the…

  She launched herself at him, her words tumbling from her mouth as she threw her arms around him. “Alex. I’m so sorry. God, so sorry. I didn’t mean for… Please, you have to know I love you. Have to believe it. I do, I love you.”

  Before he had a chance to answer, she kissed him. Her lips begged his for a response, pleaded for his forgiveness. For what?

  He stood immobile, his arms suspended in the air. Did he hold her, hug her? Did he kiss her back?

  God, how could he not?

  “I love you, Al. I swear.” Her mouth was frenetic.

  He couldn’t help himself. He kissed her, drowned in the pleasure her mouth evoked, even as her apology worried the back of his mind. He held her waist, pulling her closer. Her skin was hot to the touch, burning, and her nipples were hard points against his chest. This was Megan at her most aroused. A woman unable to step away from the spiral of hunger that whirled within her. A woman who wanted and needed and desired. This was a Megan he recognized. A woman half-sated sexually and half-mad with need.

  The half-mad with need he could deal with, he could resolve. The sexual satiation? It made him want to fucking murder someone.

  “No!”

  The roar came from behind Megan. She twirled around in his arms.

  “You don’t get to do that with him.” Des’s protest bellowed through the room. “Not after what you just did with me.”

  “Des.” Megan’s cry ripped through Alex’s heart. She pulled away from him and stepped into the other man’s embrace.

  Des’s fury and Megan’s response to it rendered Alex momentarily immobile. Shaken, he gawked as Des crushed his lips over Megan’s. Even more astounding was Megan’s response. She gave an animalistic moan and kissed him right back.

  Holy fuck, this is not happening.

  Yes, it was. The woman he loved kissed the man she loved.

  Fuck. Fuck, double fuck and cluster fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Alex acted on instinct. He wound his arms around Megan’s waist and tugged her away from Des, pulling her across the room, her back plastered to his front. She went with him willingly.

  Des glowered at him.

  “Fuck you,” Alex spat at him and spun Megan around. “You. Are. Mine!” That was all he said before he claimed her back, kissing her so thoroughly she couldn’t possibly doubt his words.

  “I am. I’m yours.” Megan’s hands were on his back, shoving his T-shirt up. Her fingers clawed at his flesh. He’d have scratch marks there tomorrow, but he didn’t give a shit. Her hands belonged on his body, his flesh. Not Des’s.

  He kissed her harder, and she clutched him tighter, digging her nails in deeper.

  She tore at his shirt. “Off,” she demanded. “Get it off.”

  This was Megan at her sexual peak. She was hunger and lust all wrapped up in one, and Alex would never, could never, deny her.

  He ripped off the offending material.

  The action cost him. By the time his shirt landed on the floor, Megan was gone. She’d stepped freely back into Des’s arms and was kissing him, groaning into the fucker’s mouth. Buttons flew across the room as she ripped at his shirt.

  Bastard.

  Des didn’t have to break the kiss to get his shirt off. He just shrugged it over his shoulders.

  If Alex followed through on his gut impulse now and yanked Megan out of Des’s hold, he’d hurt her. His need for her and his fury at Des would compel him to act with brute force. No matter how fucking mad he was with jealousy, he would not harm Megan. Not for anything. Ever.

  Even if she had voluntarily kissed another man. Not just any other man—the one she’d professed to love for four fucking years.

  Shoving back every natural instinct he had to haul Megan away from Des, he took two careful, shaky steps forward. He’d give her the choice. He’d let her decide. His groin pushed a
gainst Megan’s butt and his chest pillowed her back. No anger, no aggression. He would not harm her.

  “I’m right behind you, baby,” he whispered. “Just turn around and you’ll find me.”

  Megan stilled.

  “That’s it, sweetness. Look at me. Turn around and look at me.”

  Slowly, so slowly Alex thought she’d never bloody finish, Megan released Des and turned to him. She stared up into his eyes. Her pupils were huge, dilated with desire. The tears from minutes ago had all dried. And there, swirling in the midst of her startling green eyes was a determination Alex had never seen before.

  “Al!” Her smile left him dazed and gulping for air.

  “Yeah, baby. It’s me.” His heart pummeled his ribs.

  “Alex.” She sounded out his name, articulating every letter, telling him clearly she was not mistaking him for Des in any way. “I love you.”

  So why the fuck are you letting him touch you? “I love you too, baby.”

  “I know.” Her smile grew. “Kiss me,” she said, and he did, tunneling his fingers in her hair.

  He kissed her with every bit of love he felt, until she purred in his arms and writhed against his aching cock. It was almost perfect. Almost. Except for the man behind her. The shirtless, seething man who stared daggers at Alex.

  How could Alex possibly sport a massive fucking erection when the biggest threat in his life, his good friend and mortal enemy, stood less than a meter away, plotting ways to murder him and grab his girl?

  Megan rubbed against him, caressing his chest with her breasts and grinding her pussy on his cock, making the ache and the desire all the more unbearable. Soft noises escaped her throat, gluttonous groans and mesmerizing moans.

  When he could bear the tension no more, Alex raised his head and, without releasing Megan, looked at Des. “She’s mine.”

  Des’s expression blackened.

  “Al, wait—” Megan began.

  He couldn’t. He wouldn’t stop now, not even for her. This needed to be said. “You had four years to claim her,” Alex notified Des. “You didn’t. I’m not giving her up now.”