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Blurb
I
couldn’t have picked two men more opposing than they. One
dark-headed, slightly controlling, but intuitive. The other all
unruly copper curls, somewhat bashful, but sensual. Yet, my fall for
them felt the same—hard and fast.
I
never slept around or cheated, but when you're the girl who got
dumped for being too kinky--you realize and accept you are different.
Somehow, some way, they had to be mine. My mind spun with what could
be, and I set out to entice them with my fantasy.
Only,
my plot had a twist…Royce and Shea were already lovers. Luckily for
me, they liked to share.
Warning:
Contains a headstrong daughter of nudist, hippy parents, an Alpha
with seriously protective instincts, positive representations of
Asperger's Syndrome and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and oh yeah,
M/M, M/M/M, M/M/F, and M/F/M.
Excerpt
Any
Way We Want
(Excerpt #1) All rights reserved. © 2014 Grey Cole
Champagne
always made her giggly and warm and tingly. Especially tingly. If
she’d had a man, you better believe she would be fucked six ways
from Sunday right about now. Instead, Luna found herself finishing
off a few reports after saying goodnight to the guys. It had been a
stellar day. Phase Two—by far the largest coup in their plan—had
been firmly achieved. Royce had broken out the champagne, and Luna
managed to consume copious amounts before promising the men she would
call a cab when she was ready to head out for the night. They were
reluctant to leave her behind, but their desire to do a little
personal celebrating of their own was palpable. Far be it for her to
stand in the way of the double dose of the pure male need and
testosterone that engulfed the room.
Since
she and Shea had become fast friends, he had divulged more than his
share of their passionate tale to her over the last six months, even
though she felt sure that he’d kept it toned down for her benefit.
Still, she felt like she could read them. When she noticed little
things, like the way Royce’s fingertips would curl possessively
around Shea’s bicep at the end of even the briefest touch or when
Shea’s eyes would suddenly shine brighter while Royce presented the
most boring of facts and figures, Luna would glance to the others
present in the room to see if they, too, were aware of exactly how
sexual … how sensual … their bosses were. But, it seemed she
alone picked up on these things. No raised eyebrows. No gossip around
the water cooler.
That
made her wonder if she was actually picking up on things, or if she
was just perving on the gorgeous duo. Her subconscious picked that
moment to send X-rated images flitting across her brain,
involuntarily making her squeeze her crossed legs tighter. In an
effort to halt her mind’s deviant trajectory, she grasped at the
water bottle to her right, only to send it spinning across the desk
until it toppled over the edge and skittered across the floor to come
to a halt by the door.
Deciding
she had probably done enough damage for the night, she saved all her
documents and logged out of the computer before jotting herself a
note. Sticking it to the computer, she laughed out loud at the
message. You
were drunk and horny last night, double check your files before
sending.
A little unsteady, she made her way to the abused water bottle,
figuring she should refill it to stay hydrated. She’d call for a
cab and head home to finish off the night with some Pinot and some
porn. This time she actually giggled out loud. Pinot
and porn.
God, if only to have the third P
present. Oh well, she thought, wiggling her fingers in front of her
face, you’ll have to do.
She
ended up tiptoeing down the hall, cringing at how dark and still it
was when no one was around. Just when she seemed to become accustomed
to the difference, she heard them. Moans and groans and curses and
near shouts. Luna froze for a moment before understanding hit her
with her blunt force. Where her body tingled before—now it sang.
Where she’d been warm—she blazed. Her eyes flew to the partially
closed door of Royce and Shea’s office, only daring to listen for a
moment longer before she turned on her heel and darted back to her
own office.
Her
water bottle hit the floor with a clang as she slammed the door
behind her. Wincing at the loud noise, she waited a moment to see if
she would be discovered before rushing over to her desk. Only a
security light from the hall cast a dull ray of light into her
office. She eased herself into her chair and spun it so that she
faced the windows. Luna’s face burned anew as she recalled the
frantic words exchanged between Royce and Shea. Even her wicked
imagination had not done them justice.
She
could make out her own expression in the glass—pupils blown, hair
disheveled, clothes askew. Taking a few calming breaths, Luna closed
her eyes tightly, but as soon as she did, images of the two men
locked in a passionate embrace flooded her brain.
Fuck
me, Royce.
Take
every inch of me. You like that don’t you? When I pull your hair,
you nearly come undone.
Fuck
yeah. Please, Royce.
Luna
would do anything to have those words lavished upon her, to be able
to say those very things to them. So, she pretended they included
her. That she was the object of their desire and they were hers. The
little app on her iPad filled with the gay porn blogs she’d become
addicted to after meeting the men had nothing on the heat those two
created within her. She couldn’t have stopped her hands if she’d
tried. The things had a mind of their own when they bunched her
loosely flowing skirt around her waist and dove into her panties. Her
fingers circled her clit for a moment before dipping into the searing
wetness. She fingered herself hard for a moment, even throwing her
own hand over her mouth to muffle the obscene noises threatening to
bubble from her throat.
When
her clit throbbed with need, she pushed her thumb to it.
Pressed.
Teased.
Pinched.
Repeated
the pattern again and again.
When
she felt herself on the verge of coming, Luna shoved both fingers in
her vagina again.
Rotated
them.
Spread
them.
She
liked it rough. Fuck, did she like it rough. She held her breath,
knowing that would make her orgasm all the more intense. Her head
slammed back against the chair. Her hips circled to ride her fingers
to the finish.
Then
her fingers were replaced by Royce’s. Fuck, but they were thick and
demanding.
She
needed Shea too. She pinched her lips together so that she could
remove her hand. That hand flew down to squeeze one nipple. Hard. It
was Shea thumbing the bud and then twisting so hard, asking if she
liked that. Yes,
Shea. Just like that,
Luna moaned.
Royce
told her to fuck his hand like she meant it, so she did. He needed to
know she meant it. She cried out his name.
She
bent and bucked and writhed. Then she came.
Silently.
Harshly.
Harder
than she’d ever come before.
Her
men smiled at each other. Then at her. Then they kissed, almost
chastely, counteracting the wild moment. They kissed her. She tasted
them on each other. Royce pressed his fingers into her mouth, and
Luna licked them clean before he removed them and sucked her tongue
into his mouth.
Luna’s
body seemed to melt into the chair. Time was suspended. Her breaths
were shallow and hot. Once she opened her eyes, she knew they would
disappear, taking their sweet kisses and their panty-combusting
commands with them. She almost couldn’t bear it. Right now, their
presence was so strong she could almost feel it.
With
a deep sigh, she let her fingers fall from her mouth and her breast.
Both hands dropped to the chair with a thud. She giggled again at how
deeply sated she was.
Only,
her giggle seemed to echo. But it was deeper. Richer. More masculine.
She
was drunker than she thought.
Luna’s
eyes fluttered open and closed. Open and closed. She finally fixed
her stare on the glass where twin gazes of amusement shone back at
her. One an intense blue. The other a mesmerizing hazel.
Too
late to pretend embarrassment, Luna swallowed her nerves and met
their eyes with her own.
“Luna,
dear girl,” Royce tsked, “if only we’d known.”
Shea
dipped his head and bit Royce’s shoulder. “God, if we’d known,”
he groaned.
Luna
chose to believe that the champagne made her bold when she brazened,
“And if you’d known?”
“That’s
simple, darling. We could have celebrated. The three of us.
Together,” Royce declared.
Inside,
she gasped, even though she hoped she remained steadfast in
appearance. But
you’re both gay.
Why
would you want me?
Her naïveté won in the end when she whispered, “But how would
that even work?”
Royce
spun her chair around to face them as they sat perched on her desk.
“Any way we want.”
Author
Information
Grey
Cole always dreamt of a book that featured hot male-on-male action
that grew to encompass one lucky woman. Okay … maybe Grey really
dreamt of this scenario playing out in real life and then decided to
purge all those dirty thoughts onto the page.
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RELEASE DATE: December 8th, 2014
