Fortune, Book 1
by Lia Connor
Ebook ISBN: 03196-01017
[ Paranormal Romance, MMF ]
Something’s got to give. Anyone with eyes can see Nicky and her men belong together. A couple of helping hands from unlikely, magical sources give Nicky what she needs — a second chance to claim her men — if only she’s got the courage to take what she wants…
On the night of Nicky’s twenty-first birthday, everything changed. Afterwards, she remembered only the most tantalizing crumbs that came to her in bits and pieces — but what memories…
Taylor, slowly stripping her while behind her, Ross held her arms. She’d thrown them around his neck, bringing his chin down to her shoulder, her fingers knotted loosely together until Taylor breathed, “I’ve wanted to do this all night,” and lowered his mouth to her breast to suck one dusky-dark nipple between his lips. She’d shuddered, aching to wrap her legs around his waist.
The wine they’d drunk made her crazy, eager to do what she’d never, ever dared before. When Nicky licked her lips, sometimes she could still taste the sweet stickiness of red, red wine and hear the steel drums playing as they moved languorously together and laughed before the mirth changed to moans.
She remembered Ross, rocking their bodies in time, his rigid cock nestled against her creamy pussy, but not yet penetrating, no matter how she begged. “Not yet, baby,” he said, sucking a mark of ownership on her neck. “Gonna wait until you’re as crazy for it as I am. I burn for you. You light me on fire.”
On dark, lonely nights, Nicky slid her fingers inside and pretended she lay on her side with Taylor at her front, his face beautifully twisted while he made love to her, and with Ross behind her, kissing over her shoulder blades while he prepared her for himself to join Taylor within her body.
She remembered the way they’d all groaned and shuddered together when she was as full as she could be without tearing asunder — how Taylor had gasped that he could feel Ross through her — that, Nicky would never forget as long as she lived.
She’d thought, then, that every change was for the good.
Until she’d woken up the next morning in a bed smelling of sex and sweat, cologne and perfume and soap and come. While she was still blinking sleepily into the sunlight and grinning like a fool, she’d heard the men talking one room over, so hushed and low she knew she hadn’t been meant to hear.
“What are we supposed to do about this?” Taylor hissed, his breathing too quick to be anything other than alarm. “What we did with her last night, Ross… my God.”
“Calm down, man. We’ll fix it.”
“We’re supposed to be her friends. Supposed to protect her from guys who’d take advantage when they’re drunk on too much music and moonlight. Guys like us.”
“We can still be her friends. We –”
“How? Everything’s changed. You know I love you, Ross, but she was — last night — it’s like I couldn’t help myself.”
“She didn’t seem to mind. And I certainly didn’t.”
“That’s not the point.”
“So you think this was a mistake?”
Ross sighed, sounding irritated.
“You don’t?” Taylor demanded.
“I don’t know what I think. Gotta make sure it doesn’t happen again. Too much to drink, high on the music in our heads…”
That was all Nicky could bear to stick around for. She knew where this was heading. She’d always known they loved one another. And they’d been drunk. She’d known that, taken advantage of it. Her mistake. She couldn’t bear to hear them argue now, knowing she’d come between them.
But she loved them. She…
No. Nicky shook her head and wiped stubborn tears away from her eyes. She wouldn’t lose Taylor and Ross, her best friends in the wide, lonely world over this. If her heart got broken for the sake of keeping them together, well then, so be it.