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Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica
Description: Last call? She'll take a double. Straight up, please� From the Black & White Collection For six years, widow Grace Wright's days have been filled as a single working mother. Now, with her daughter graduating, her nest is yawning before her, wide and empty. And so is the upcoming weekend. Invited out by her coworkers, she decides it's time to turn that corner and get on with her life. Jamie's had his eye on Grace for years, but it never seemed the right time to approach her. Tonight, something's different. The sexual signals she's giving off are unmistakable--and he's not the only man in the bar who's noticed. His best friend, Trey, is breaking a sweat just looking at the delectable English teacher. The two men make her the offer of a lifetime, and Grace doesn't hesitate. For one night, Jamie and Trey indulge her every desire, every fantasy, every naughty craving. In the morning Trey is gone with the wind, but Jamie is holding on to every moment as if he never wants to let go. Leaving her wondering if another chance at forever is too much to ask� Product Warnings Contains a red-hot ménage, anal sex, graphic language, bondage and toys. Serve with a tall, cool one with plenty of ice. How 'bout another round?
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2010
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [163 KB]
Words: 35743
Reading time: 102-142 min.

Jamie looked at Grace dancing with Trey. He was trying to teach her how to bump and grind and she was laughing. He fought back the twinge of jealousy pushing its way to the surface when Trey drove his hips into her ass.

"They look cute together," Cheryl said.

Jamie turned to her angrily, ready to set her straight on the subject, but Cheryl's laugh cut off his reply.

She held up her hands in mock surrender. "Easy greasy. Those blue eyes of yours are suddenly the most unusual shade of green."

"They're just dancing."

"Maybe. Maybe not. You've had months to make a move, Jamie. Do you really think other men are going to remain blind to Grace's beauty forever? She's put out some serious hands-off vibes in the past, but I think you can see that shield's been put away tonight. Even Trey has noticed."

He looked at his friend and knew Cheryl's words were true. Grace was different tonight. She was open and...well, ready. Ready to move on, ready for the next adventure.

"You've made your point, Cheryl." She had. Jamie was finished playing this game by Grace's rules. Tonight the game plan changed.

"Damn," she joked. "And here I was just getting on a nagging roll. You give in far too easily. Not even a challenge, really."

"Sorry to disappoint you."

Lady GaGa's voice faded away and a new song started playing. "Woot." Cheryl stood up quickly. "Hot damn. 'Dancing Queen'. I paid a quarter for this." She boogied her way to the dance floor, dragging Grace back out to the center as she and Trey were walking off.

Trey came back to the table alone, shaking his head. "Fucking ABBA. Where's Lucas?"

Jamie gestured to the bar. "Saw an old friend of his. Went over to say hi."

"Oh." Trey turned to watch Cheryl and Grace dancing and Jamie felt an uneasy chill at the look on his friend's face.

"You and Grace looked like you were having fun on the dance floor."

Trey grinned. "Grace is a good dancer--for a white chick."

Jamie fought back a scowl. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to pick her up."

Trey shrugged. "Grace is cool. She's a lot of fun. Maybe she wouldn't mind taking a ride on the midnight express with me."

Jamie's temper reached the boiling point. "You better be fucking kidding. Besides, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure I've told you a few thousand times how I feel about Grace. So what's the real deal?"

Trey shrugged. "I don't see a sign around her neck that says off-limits, property of Jamie Fisher."

Lucas came back to the table and both of them fell silent. Jamie was seething, furious at his friend's comment. Then he realized Trey was right. He'd done nothing but talk about Grace--and not even to her. He'd never asked her out, never let her know he was interested beyond a few racy innuendoes. When he thought about it, Trey had given Grace more hints about being interested tonight than Jamie had in their entire friendship.

Jamie looked back at Grace and Cheryl dancing and laughing. Before tonight, he'd had some sixth sense about Grace that told him she wasn't ready. Suddenly that feeling was gone and he'd be damned if Trey swooped in now that the time might be right for him to make a move.

The music changed to David Allan Coe and Jamie saw a grin cross Lucas' face. "There's my song. Who's in?" Jamie shook his head and neither of them even looked at Trey, knowing his distaste for country music. "Fine," Lucas said. "I'll grab Gracie and Cheryl."

Jamie sighed. This was becoming a fucking epidemic. If it went on much longer, he'd feel compelled to beat the shit out of both his friends.

"I thought you needed a kick in the ass," Trey said. Jamie looked at him and realized his friend was picking up their argument right where they'd left it.

"So you're trying to make me jealous?" he asked, relieved. They were best friends, had been for years. Obviously Trey had spent one too many nights listening to him talk about the sexy English teacher.

Trey nodded. "I was...but somewhere along the line that plan backfired. Grace really is hot."

Jamie took a drink of beer, trying to cool his throat and his anger. Trey was interested in Grace and he couldn't help feeling that perhaps she was interested in his friend too. She'd touched Trey on the dance floor a few times in ways that made him think the feeling might be mutual.

Dammit. She'd always had this underlying sex appeal that attracted him, but tonight it seemed magnified a hundredfold. His cock had been rock hard for hours. It's a shame all the blood in his body was hanging out down south. He could use a pint or two of it in his brain so he could figure out what the hell was going on.

"Backfired?" he repeated. "So you aren't trying to make me jealous anymore?"

Trey had never poached on his girlfriends in the past. But Grace didn't belong to Jamie. Not yet.

They sat in silence for several awkward moments as the truth came crashing down on top of him. "You can't have Grace." Jamie stated flatly and he watched Trey struggle for a response.

His friend's back appeared to come up a bit. "You've had months to make your move. Shit, you've had years. If you're not going to, I don't see why I should have to bow out."

"You're right. I've had months, but I also think I was right to wait. Grace wasn't ready before."

He could tell the only word Trey heard in his sentence was before. "But she is now?"

Fuck. He found himself wondering once more if Grace's interest in Trey was real. Had her touches been sincere? What if he'd waited too long?

Jamie shrugged, unwilling and unable to answer the question.

Trey looked at him, his face far too serious for what was supposed to be a fun evening out. "I'll tell you what I think. I think she's a powder keg about to explode."

"You do realize she's twelve years older than you." It was a low blow, but Jamie was scrambling for ground.

"I'm not looking for forever, Jamie. Just one night. I happen to think there are a lot of things I can give Grace. Things I don't think she knows she wants yet. The way she's been looking at me tonight, the little touches, the sexy smiles. She's reaching out for something. I know you. You'll snatch her off the dating market the second she places her big toe on the board. But is that fair to her, man? She's gone from married to single parent, never experiencing anything else in between."

Jamie suspected there were some hidden desires inside Grace and suddenly he understood what Trey was suggesting.

"I'll never let you touch her," Jamie said. His words were true.

"You'll never let me touch her alone."

Jamie's eyes widened. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, but no sound emerged. He could see Trey taking a perverse bit of pride in leaving him speechless.

"A threesome?" Jamie whispered.

"Do you think Grace would go for it?"

Jesus. Jamie wasn't sure he'd go for it, but now that the idea was out there, he had to admit it was a secret fantasy of his.

"I don't know. Are you serious about this, Trey? Would you really go through with it?" He knew Trey, knew this was uncharted waters for both of them.

Trey considered the question. "Yeah, if she wanted to and you were okay with it, I think I would."

"I'm in love with Grace." The words flew from his lips, but he wanted them said, wanted Trey to understand.

"I know that, man. I've known that forever."

Jamie nodded, but Trey's answer wasn't enough. He would never risk Grace's emotions, her feelings on something that Trey might consider just a lark. "I need to know how you feel about her."

Trey grinned. "I'm fucking crazy about her, but I'm not in love with her. She's an awesome friend and I think she's one helluva woman. Let's just say my feelings reside in the 'friendship with healthy bit of lust' realm."

"That's not good enough."

Trey ran his finger around the rim of his glass. He was silent for a few moments and Jamie sensed his friend was struggling to explain his feelings. Finally, he looked up. "She's a good friend, Jamie. Probably one of the best I've ever had. I'd never do anything I thought would jeopardize that relationship. I may not be in love with her, but I care about her. A lot. There's an attraction between us. I don't wanna fuck up anything between you two, but I'm pretty sure I'd spend the rest of my life wondering what it would be like to be with her. Just once. And, at the risk of sounding cocky as shit, I sort of think she'd wonder too."