DARE TO BE THREE
The Dare Menage Series, book #3
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, MMF Menage, LGBTQ
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He was dark. So dark, she couldn’t keep her gaze from
him…
When Paige Reed spots a man across the room at a party,
she’s fascinated and decides she wants him in her bed. Fortunately, her
husband, Connor, doesn’t mind. He’s attracted to the powerful man too.
Always bi-curious, the right opportunity has never presented
itself to Connor Morgan. Until now. He doesn’t mind bringing another man into
their marriage as long as it doesn’t drive a wedge between him and Paige.
Former NFL player, Graedon Ward likes to be in control. He’s
more than pleased with Paige's obvious interest. However, she makes it quite
clear: it's a package deal. If he wants her, he has to take on her husband too,
and past experience has taught him that’s a dangerous road to travel.
The chemistry between the three is explosive, but it’s
Grae’s desire to share the same level of intimacy he sees between Paige and
Conner that puts real pressure on the threesome. And it may cause it all to
crash and burn.
Note: This book in the
series can be read as stand alone. It includes an HEA ending. It is intended
for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes light BDSM as well as explicit
sexual scenes between all three characters.
Graedon approached
her along the port side of the boat. The nautical term was the very first thing
Graedon had taught them. The port side was left, the starboard right, the bow
the front, the stern the back. If that was all she had to learn today, she was
fine with it. Let the men do their manly thing.
She turned her
head, her hair whipping her face sharply, to watch him move with ease along the
walkway to the bow, even though the water was a little choppy.
He wore another
snug long-sleeve Henley, this time a shade of pink, salmon maybe, with the
sleeves pushed halfway up his muscular arms. It highlighted the dark tone of
his skin, pulling out the eggplant undertones. Yes, he didn’t seem a man
worried about being judged for wearing pink. More men would wear the color if
they looked as good as he did.
His thick,
muscular legs were encased in black jeans and his feet bare. He settled next to
her on the raised center of the bow, nudging her over with his hip.
“Shouldn’t you be
driving this thing?” she asked, surprised and a little worried he left her
husband in charge.
“Connor has it.”
“Really? You sure
you want him in control of this—what, a hundred grand, at least—boat? I hope
you have insurance.”
Graedon chuckled,
his lips broadening enough to show his bright white teeth. ”He’ll be fine.
We’re in deep open water. Nothing to hit but maybe another boat.”
“Oh, that’s
reassuring.”
Graedon reached
out to her, tucking a wild strand of hair behind her ear. It didn’t stay there
very long. “Don’t bite your lip. Connor and I should be the only ones biting
it.”
Paige hadn’t even
realized she’d been doing it. Bad habit. She stopped abruptly.
“That’s better.
You have beautifully curved lips made to pleasure a man.”
She smiled at him.
“Like Connor did to you?”
He didn’t answer
for a moment but instead looked away out over the water. Was he ashamed of
liking men? He hadn’t really discussed it. Which seemed sort of odd. No. Can’t
be. This man couldn’t be embarrassed at anything he did. He would own every
decision he made.
He finally looked
back at her and ran his thumb over her lip. “I look forward to you doing what
he did. Perhaps when we stop at one of the secluded coves and anchor.”
She shivered with
anticipation. “Everything he did to you he learned from me, I’ll have you know.
Don’t forget, you are the first man he’s been with.”
“I haven’t
forgotten.” He grabbed the back of her neck and tilted her head back enough to
stare intently into her eyes. “Why didn’t you answer the first time I called
this morning?”
“I was making breakfast.”
His fingers dug
firmly into her skin. “That all?”
Paige’s breath
quickened. “No.”
“Was he fucking
you?”
Her heart thudded.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“In the kitchen.”
“Where?”
“On the island.”
Suddenly, she imagined Graedon taking her on the counter, his muscles flexing
as he pumped into her, bringing her to orgasm.
“Did you come?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“How many times?”
“Once.”
Graedon leaned in
and softly brushed her lips with his. “I would’ve made you come at least
twice.” He released her abruptly.
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JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic
romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started
writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage
angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.
Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up,
was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She
writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up
in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for
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1 comment:
Ozymandias! That was hot!
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