It Takes a Thief or Two
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by Sherrill Quinn
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Brock and Nick Phillips are security experts with a problem: their bond as twins enables them to feel what the other feels, even physical sensations. They've always known they'd have to share the same woman, and the woman they want is Jessica Norton. Jessica has wanted both men for years, but doesn't think she can have both of them. When her grandmother arranges to have the men come to the house to set them up with a new security system, the men seize the opportunity to convince Jessie she's wrong. She can have both of them and, if they're lucky, they'll steal her heart. Add an encouraging grandma and the approving ghost of her grandfather, and luck just might be on their side... Genres: Contemporary / Menage (M/F/M) / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: May 2008
199 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [86 KB]
Reading time: 51-72 min.
"4 Hearts!...This quick read will surely stimulate your senses...[and] will touch all your senses and leave you with a good feeling..."--Lisa Freeman, The Romance Studio
"5 Stars!...A very sexy and appealing m´┐Żnage a trois fantasy...and will definitely leave you with a smile and a laugh or two. Ms. Quinn...is one author not to be missed."--Kate, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Jessica pressed her thighs together, unable to look away from Brock's intent stare. Her pussy clenched, sending a throb through her clit and another wave of arousal soaking into her panties. What Nick had started with his soul stealing kisses Brock might very likely finish with just those searing looks.
She was hyperaware of both men's lust. It practically shimmered in the air--she was surprised Nana was completely unaware. But her grandmother chattered on about the house and security measures she thought she wanted, with Nick's deep voice rumbling short answers now and again.
Then Nick looked at Jessica with the same banked heat in his gaze that was reflected in his twin's. Her heart skipped a beat, her arousal notching even higher, making her nipples so tight she wanted to touch them, squeeze them. Or, better yet, offer them up to the Phillips boys--fingers or mouths, she didn't care which.
Heat rushed into her face. She'd never had a sexual fantasy that involved sharing herself with two men until she'd met these two. And now that was all she could think about, what it would be like to have one thrusting into her pussy, the other coming in her mouth or claiming her ass.
She wasn't sure why, but she felt that Brock would be the one stretching her backside with that log he was hiding in his pants. She'd caught a glimpse of it before he'd crossed his legs. And, of course, she'd felt the hard ridge of Nick's erection pressed against her when he'd been kissing her.
They were twins, identical in just about every way as far as she could tell. Would their cocks be identical, too?
She shivered. If the thickness under those pants was anything to go by ... God, she hoped so.
But what if she was reading things wrong? What if they didn't want to share? What if this was still just them flirting, albeit much stronger than they ever had before?
With a hard swallow, she sank back in her chair, her thoughts chasing around like a dog after its tail. God above, she'd just played tonsil-hockey with Nick and, somehow, amazingly enough, Brock also was aroused. She frowned and peeped at him from under her lashes. He had to be aroused by her, because the only other woman in the house was Nana.
She glanced at Nana and then back at Brock with a frown. Surely he didn't ... No. That was just too squicky to believe.
"Let me show you around the place, boys, so you have a good idea of the layout." Nana set her coffee cup aside and stood.
Both men stood as well, though it was Nick who said, "That's really my area of specialty, ma'am. Brock does the testing once I've put the new systems in place. I'll just make a few sketches and take some notes, which I can flesh out when we come back with the crew."
Jessica saw the two men exchange a glance.
"Maybe Jessie can fill Brock in on how effective she feels the current safety measures are." He took Nana's elbow and walked with her out of the room, shortening his strides to match hers.
"What was that look for?" Brock hunkered down in front of Jessica, big hands resting on the arms of her chair, effectively bracketing her in.
"What look?" She glanced at him. Unable to hold that intense lapis stare, she looked down at her lap.
"The one you had on your face when I came back into the room with your grandma. The one that said you were maybe thinking not so good thoughts about me."
That brought her gaze back to his. The heat in his eyes nearly seared her. Her clit ached in response. "I wasn't ... You had a..." She glanced down at his groin and quickly back up to his face. "You were aroused," she finally ended in a fierce whisper.
He rose up until his face was mere inches away. With his mouth hovering over hers, he whispered, "There's only one woman in this house that gets my blood boiling. And, darlin', that's you."
His lips slanted over hers, tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth with raw domination. She whimpered, needy, desperate for his touch. God, his kiss was like Nick's, but different. More ... primal. Brutal almost. And she loved it.
He mouthed kisses along her jaw and down the side of her throat. She tilted her head to one side, granting him better access, and shivered as he paused where her shoulder joined her neck. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs rasping over her hard nipples, rubbing her through two layers of clothing and making her wish there were no barriers between them.
The stubble along his jaw scraped her skin and sent a shiver straight to her weeping pussy. He came back to her mouth, one broad palm cupping the back of her skull, tilting her head to the angle he wanted. Fingers tangled in her hair, he devoured her, tongue thrusting past her lips. A moan tore from her throat. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding tight, her nails digging into his back as she fought to maintain some kind of control.
Another stroke of his tongue against hers and her senses scattered.