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

about a threesome with two guys. “And sometimes I think about it because it turned me on, but at the same time, I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable thinking about it—you know?”
    He’d grinned, clearly pleased, aroused, by her sharing that. “Think you’d ever really want to do it?” he’d whispered.
    “Only … under some perfect circumstances that I can’t even really imagine,” she’d told him honestly. And that had pretty much ended the conversation. Though they’d had really good sex afterward, back at home.
    So now, after a long hesitation, she finally answered his question. “Um, yeah, I remember. Why?”
    “Well, what if I told you,” he answered slowly, reaching to skim his knuckles ever so lightly down her chest, between her breasts, “that for your birthday, I’m giving you your fantasy?”
    Mira’s mouth dropped open as the blood drained from her face. “You’re what?” she whispered.
    He spoke low, direct, but kindly. “You heard me.”
    Lying on her back on the thick netting with Ethan peering down on her, she simply blinked, still not quite able to believe her ears. She felt like someone else, in some other place, time—her whole world transformed into something surreal she didn’t quite recognize. “But … but …”
    Yet her lover only smiled—and it was perhaps the surest, most confident and in-control smile she’d ever seen on his face. “Don’t freak out, hon,” he said softly. “Just trust me.”
    But Mira suddenly couldn’t breathe. And the sun that had lulled and relaxed her all afternoon now began to make her sweat, even as it dipped quietly toward the horizon through the trees to her left. Finally, she managed three words. “I don’t understand.”
    At this, Ethan bent to lower a kiss to her forehead. And despite everything, even just that one chaste little kiss made the crux of her thighs tingle hotly. “Listen, relax,” he told her. “Relax and let me explain.”
    He sounded so calm, so rational, that it did relax her. A little anyway. Maybe she’d misunderstood what he was saying. Maybe he meant something else entirely.
    “I know I haven’t been a great boyfriend lately,” he began. “And I know it’s driven a wedge between us. I want to fix things, Mira. I want to make things right. I want to prove that making you happy is my top priority, starting now.”
    She still just blinked up at him, taking in his features, everything handsome and sexy about him. She’d always loved his olive skin and his dark hair, black as night, traits left over from an Italian ancestry that had faded in name a generation or two ago but showed up in his family’s coloring. Now that dark hair stood out in bold contrast to the soft greens and browns above him, the trees that nestled their weekend hideaway and made it feel so deliciously remote. But the moment continued feeling utterly unreal—especially as he went on.
    “I thought a lot about how to prove that, what I could give you to make up for how wrapped up in my practice I’ve been.”
    She felt the need to interrupt. “You don’t have to give me anything more than this, just spending time with—” But he pressed gentle fingers over her mouth, quieting her.
    “I know that, but … I guess I wanted to make a grand gesture, something big. And so … I thought about your fantasy.”
    Yes, it had been vague, but she’d told him as much about it as she could that night—it was about having two cocks inside her at once. It was about being caressed by two pairs of male hands, having her body kissed by two men’s mouths. It wasn’t about control—keeping it or giving it away. But it was about … maybe being a little overwhelmed. In a good way. With masculine power. With sex itself.
    “And I want to make it come true,” he continued. “I want to give you that. I want you overcome with pleasure. I want you to have orgasm after orgasm in a way I could never make happen on my own.”
    Mira blew out her