Party of Three: A H.O.T. Cops Novel Read Free

as their bedroom at home—only a little more exciting.
    Though she wasn’t the sort of girl who usually thought of sex as fucking. A little dirty talk in the bedroom was fun, but it almost surprised her when that particular way of describing it entered her mind. I must really need this. I must really need to let go this weekend and just let my body have him the way I want him, with no inhibitions, nothing held back. Because even when they did have sex … maybe she had held part of herself back lately, due to resentment, not feeling totally connected to him anymore. Well, this weekend, no holding back. This weekend he gets all of me. Maybe even more than he’s ever had before. She bit her lip, feeling naughty, aggressive.
    And as for this mysterious gift of his—well, it would have to wait because she’d just decided there was no time like the present to have her way with her man. She boldly sat up, turned, and moved to straddle his thighs in the hammock. The netting beneath them wobbled and tilted, and for a second she feared it would flip them, but then it steadied, bringing her confidence back at the same time.
    “Uh, what’s going on?” he asked, clearly jarred—but still a small, sexy smile reshaped his face as his hands came to rest on her denim-clad hips. She liked the feel of his eyes on her.
    All of me. I want you to have all of me. The words echoed through her as she spontaneously stripped her tank top off over her head, revealing a pale yellow bra with peach polka dots underneath. “I think I’m ready for some of that hot and nasty I was promised,” she replied, taking on a sexy pout.
    In response, Ethan’s fingers splayed across her hips, then glided smoothly downward to stop high on her blue-jean-covered thighs. She felt every fingertip like a pinprick of electric heat. “Mmm, I like when you get aggressive,” he said. “And I hope you still feel just as ready after I tell you about your present.”
    Oh, so he was back to the mystifying present again, huh? But she refused to let that get in the way of what she wanted right now, so she ran her palms up under his T-shirt, onto his muscled stomach, even as she asked, “Ever gonna end the suspense on that?”
    When he squeezed both her thighs, she felt it between her legs. And his eyes twinkled warmly as he said, “Why don’t you lie back down with me for a minute and I’ll fill you in.”
    She lowered her chin, slanting a questioning look in his direction. This required lying back down? Stopping her mid-seduction?
    A sigh left her, and yet—even as stopping killed a little of her arousal, the strange secrecy going on here kept the spot between her thighs humming with anticipation. Anticipation of sex mingling with anticipation of the unknown.
    Ethan eased her back down beside him, cradling her in his arms to say, “Do you remember that night last summer—that night when we had too much to drink and started talking about fantasies?”
    She nodded. It had been an evening a lot like this one: warm weather, good wine, and a quiet dinner for two that had led them on a walk to a park, where they’d ended up cuddling on a bench. Intoxication had gotten them laughing at first, and then touching and kissing—and then Ethan had asked her what her most secret sexual fantasy was. “It’s okay, whatever it is,” he’d told her.
    And she’d slowly, quietly admitted that in the darkest, most private parts of her mind … she sometimes wondered what it would be like to be with two men at the same time.
    He’d asked her questions. “Do you want to have two cocks inside you at once?” “Do you want to be the one in control or do you want to have that taken away?” “How much have you thought about this?”
    And she’d answered—with vague replies mostly, because her fantasies had been just that: vague. Not entirely formed. Undetailed. The truth, she’d told him, was that it had started with a dream—she’d woken up remembering she’d dreamed