Copyright © 2016 Jess Dee
How do you choose between love and honor?
Three Questions, Book 1
Madeline Jones is having the time of her life with Gabriel Carter, a man who fulfills every one of her sexual fantasies. She’s sure it can’t get any better than this…until Gabe introduces her to his best friend.
When Connor Regan enters the mix, sparks fly. Suddenly Maddie wants more than just Gabe, she wants Connor, too. The two men seem happy to oblige.
But threesomes have a way of getting complicated. Hearts can be broken. Although Gabe and Connor play by a strict set of rules designed to minimize the damage, true love does not always adhere to the guidelines.
Sometimes, to fulfill the dream of having the love of a lifetime, even the most comprehensive codes of trust and honor have to be challenged.
Warning: This book contains spicy sex scenes, uninhibited voyeurism, anal play, m-f-m passion, oh yeah, and a new sandwich recipe.
(Please note: This book has been previously published.)
A Question of Trust: An Excerpt
“Did you do it, baby?” Gabe coaxed and Maddie began to shake. From guilt and from lust and from the simple task of watching Gabe. “Did you kiss Connor?”
“I…” Could she do it? Could she tell him the truth? “I… Yes. I kissed him.”
Gabe grew harder under her perplexed stare. “And?” His voice was a low growl.
“And wh…what?” He wasn’t angry? He’d honestly expected her to go through with it?
“And are you?”
Her heart hammered. “Am I what?”
“You know what?”
She hung her head. In shame? In embarrassment? “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Sweet Lord, he was making her say it. Heat crept into her cheeks. “Yes, I’m wet.”
He growled. “Wetter than you get when I kiss you?”
She couldn’t answer that one directly. Wouldn’t. “I’m wet, Gabe. Very wet.”
“C’mon here, baby,” he demanded. “Let me see.”
With legs heavy as lead and with anticipation thrumming through her, she put one foot in front of the other.
“Wait.”
This was it. The anger was coming. The resentment. He’d stopped her. Now he’d make her leave. She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t stand to see the rejection in his eyes.
“Take off your clothes.”
Startled, she snuck a peak at him. Gabe’s eyes were smoky, his lips parted. His hand rested in his lap, his fingers wrapped around his cock. She’d kissed Connor, told Gabe about it—and Gabe was turned on.
Maddie took a breath, the first one to reach her lungs since Gabe had spoken. He liked the idea of her kissing Connor.
“Remove your shirt first.”
She obeyed, undoing each button one by one before letting the blouse drop to the floor. Loathe as she was to admit it, she liked the idea of kissing Connor too.
“Now your bra.”
She reached behind her back and unhooked the straps. The bra slipped off and her breasts swung free, heavier than usual, more needy.
Gabe watched each move, nodding. His gaze took in her breasts, her belly and dropped lower.
“More,” he said and she stripped off her jeans.
Where the hell had her inhibitions gone? What had happened to the Maddie who was shy to show her body to men? Who could only picture the too-large breasts and the too-round butt? The soft, fleshy belly and the ample thighs? Where was she and who was this new woman? This woman who found even the cover of her panties too conservative? Who was the Maddie who could kiss her lover’s best friend and then return to her lover dripping with desire for another man?
Who was she?
“All of it,” Gabe rasped and Maddie ditched the panties.
He tugged at his cock. “Now, come here and let me see what Regan did to you. Let me see if he has the power to make your pussy as wet as I can.”
Her stomach clenched with desire. Maddie closed the space between them, climbed on the bed and knelt before her lover. The old Maddie was gone. The woman she presented to Gabe was sensual and hot and uninhibited. The woman she presented to him was wet. Dripping. With lust for her lover—and for her lover’s best friend.
Gabe reached out and ran his hand between her legs, ran his fingers between her drenched folds. She bucked at the glorious sensation.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You are wet.” He slipped his finger inside her, and pumped his cock a little faster. “Did Regan do this to you, baby? Did he get you this excited?”
She’d come too far to lie to him now. “Yes. Connor did this to me. His kiss…it made me hot.” She lowered her eyes, then lifted them again. “He had an erection, Gabe. He was hard as a rock.”
“Did you make him hard?” Gabe’s voice sounded scratchy.
“Yes.”
“Did he make you wet?”
She whimpered. Thoughts of Connor’s mouth, of his hard dick pressed against her belly, were still making her wet. And frustrated. She needed relief, needed something to take the ache and the want and the hunger away. “Very. Very, very wet.”
His kiss had made her more than wet. It had made her, quite unexpectedly, yearn for something permanent, something long lasting. Something more than just sex.
Gabe slipped another finger in, reminding her that, for now, sex would do just fine, thank you very much. Her slick entry offered no resistance and she rocked on his hand, desperate to get him deeper, to feel him move inside her.
“It’s not just Connor, Gabe. I’m this wet because of you too, because you turn me on, you make me hot.” Oh crap, did he ever make her hot. There might not be visions of wedding dresses and white picket fences with Gabe, but there sure were images of frenzied sex and wild orgasms. “Because I know you’re about to fuck me, and I can’t wait. Not one more minute.”
Gabe pulled his fingers out and plunged them back inside her. At the same time, he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He kept up the sensual assault as he got to his knees. “Be honest, baby. Be very honest now. Is it me you want to fuck—or Connor?”
Maddie was past even questioning her need to tell him the truth. Gabe’s fingers had her so far beyond the point of sanity she was seconds away from coming. She answered without thinking.
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