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Desire for Three: Winning Back Jesse
Living in Desire, Oklahoma, and married to two incredible men, Jesse Erickson felt her world was perfect, until she walks through the door of her home one day and has her world turned upside down.
Shocked to the core, and with her world crumbling around her, she runs, too shaken to cope.
Clay and Rio Erickson hate keeping secrets from Jesse, but didn’t have a choice
They certainly hadn’t expected their wife to assume the worst and run.
With the help of a friend, they find her, only to face the horror of almost losing her again.
Scared and shaken, they get her home, still reeling from the thought of losing her. Determined to show her the power of their love won’t be easy, but they know just how to get their wife’s undivided attention.
Allowing their dominant sides to rule, they will plow through her insecurities once and for all.
Creation of Desire: Reassuring Rachel
Running a business and caring for a sick baby didn’t leave Rachel Jackson much time or energy for her beloved husbands, a fact that hit her hard when she learned that her husbands’ ex-lover had been calling them for days, and neither Boone nor Chase had told her.
She believed them when they told her that they’d kept it from her to protect her, but their deception hurt her and shook her confidence.
How could she hope to compete with such a beautiful and sophisticated woman—a woman who’d had the ability to hurt them deeply?
Mona’s appearance brought back the insecurities Rachel had spent months struggling to hide—the fear that Boone and Chase had only married her because she carried their child.
While trying to reassure Rachel that Mona meant nothing to them, they dismissed their ex-girlfriend’s persistence as a nuisance, underestimating her determination to get them back.
It was a mistake they regretted, one that almost cost Rachel her life.
Leah Brooke is a Siren-exclusive author.
Desire for Three: Winning Back Jesse
Clay wanted nothing more than to hold his wife in his arms and comfort her, to feel her soft and warm against him so he knew she was safe. With a warning look at his brother, Rio, to keep his temper to himself, he put the phone on speaker.
“Of course we’re worried about you, baby. Please, just tell us where you are so we can come and get you.”
“No, Clay.” The trembling sob in her voice tore him up inside.
With his heart in his throat, he turned, meeting the cold, hard stare of Lucas Hart, one of the partners in Desire Security Systems—and more than that—a good friend.
Lucas had been giving him dirty looks since they’d arrived a little more than an hour ago, clearly blaming Clay and Rio for hurting Jesse.
Clay blamed himself even more.
He’d hoped, prayed, that Jesse would answer the phone and that Lucas could use some of his vast array of equipment to find her.
Clenching his jaw, Lucas motioned for Clay to keep Jesse talking.
Clay had no intention of letting Jesse hang up, especially after spending the last few hours out of his mind with worry.
“Jesse, what do you mean, no? What happened, honey? We don’t even know what’s wrong. It’s not like you not to talk to us. If you’re mad at us for something, I’d rather you just give us hell like you usually do. It’s not like you to run away.”
“I guess you’re tired of having a woman who stands up for herself.” She said it in such a low voice that Clay almost missed it, but she continued on before he could say anything.
“I’ll be back tomorrow. I just need to be alone tonight.”
“You don’t need to be alone. You need to be with us!” Clay winced inwardly as the knot in his stomach turned to ice.
He kept his voice low, struggling to speak calmly when he was anything but. “You said you’ll be back tomorrow. You didn’t say you were coming home. You’re scaring the hell out of me, Jesse. If you think I’m letting you go, you’re very much mistaken. Just talk to us. Let me explain.”
Her silence scared him, and for several heart-stopping seconds, he feared she’d hung up. When she spoke again, the weariness and distance in her tone frightened him even more.
“Clay, I really don’t want to talk about this tonight. I’ve got to go—”
“No. Don’t you hang up on me, Jesse Erickson!” He scrubbed a hand over his face, praying that Lucas would be able to pinpoint her location before she hung up. Worry for her ate him alive.
“Baby? Are you cold? You left without your coat. Please tell me you’re someplace warm, honey.”
The sob in her sigh tore at him, the effect also apparent on both Rio and Lucas as they listened.
Rio sank into a chair, hanging his head, his hair mussed from running his hands through it countless times in the last few hours.
A muscle worked in Lucas’s jaw, his steely gaze holding Clay’s and his stonelike expression even harder and more intimidating than ever.
Jesse’s voice, so sweet and with a tremble in it that brought another lump to Clay’s throat, came over the speaker, softer now than before.
“I’m fine, Clay. I’m a big girl, remember? I’m not one of those sweet little things that fall all over you. I’m used to taking care of myself, or have you forgotten?”
The reminder of the cold, withdrawn woman he’d met two years earlier, a woman that had thought herself incapable of loving or being loved, nearly took him to his knees.
“I haven’t forgotten a single thing about you.”
The ice in his stomach seemed to spread, making him cold all the way to the bone and stiff with fear.
Her tone, a tone he’d never hoped to hear again, sounded so much like the one she’d used when he’d first met her that his heart skipped a beat and he actually felt dizzy for a moment.
Losing Jesse would kill him.
He didn’t even try to keep his frustration and fear out of his voice, hoping to get through to her.
He had to get through to her.
“Jesse, of course I’m worried about you. You’re my wife. You disappeared into the night without no coat and no dinner. I’m sure you didn’t eat anything. I know you, baby. When you’re upset, Rio and I have to practically force you to eat. That means you’re cold and hungry and I can’t get to you to make you eat, or to keep you warm. You’re hurting and I can’t hold you.”
His arms ached to hold her close.
“Please tell me where you are, Jesse. We need to talk, to straighten this out. I can’t stop thinking about the way you looked at me.” That look of confusion and hurt in her eyes would haunt him forever.
Jesse’s choked sigh cut his heart to shreds. “We’ll talk, Clay. Tomorrow. Look, I’m sorry I acted like a coward and ran off that way, but it was such a shock. I’ve been stupid and never saw it coming. I should have paid more attention. I should have realized that you felt neglected.”
Her voice lowered, so low he had trouble hearing her.
“I’ve always suspected it would end some day. I knew better. I just thought I would see it coming.”
“You want this ass filled and I’m not even done yet. I’m going to shove my cock in that tight ass and make it burn, like my guts burned last night when you almost got hurt in a hotel fire! What if we hadn’t gotten to you? You. Could. Have. Been. Killed.”
He punctuated each word with a slap on her ass, except the last. With a groan, he covered her back, his lips hot on her shoulder.
“My heart would have died with you.”
Jesse arched as much as she could, allowing Rio better access to her breasts, the firm pinch of her nipples between his strong fingers sending arrows of tingling sizzles to her clit, ass, and pussy. Choking back a cry, she threw her head back. “I love you. Both. So much. Too much.”
Her clit felt huge, throbbing to the beat of her heart, becoming so sensitive that each time she moved against Rio, it sent jolts of sizzling heat to her pussy and ass.
With no warning, a lubed finger was shoved into her ass, the shock of it stealing her breath.
“Never too much.”
Clay sunk his teeth into her shoulder as he moved it inside her.
“Next time I won’t be so nice.”
Jesse squirmed on Rio, her ass clenching on the finger Clay slid deep inside her, clamping down on Rio’s cock at the same time.
“Ah, God!” The feel of something invading her bottom never failed to shake her. It always felt too intimate, too naughty, and as with the spanking, made her feel vulnerable as hell, something her husbands used to their advantage.
Rio’s hoarse curses mingled with her cries and whimpers, his groan rumbling beneath her, the vibrations of it racing over her heated skin.
“The way she clenches drives me crazy. Everything about her drives me crazy.” He tugged a nipple, groaning when she cried out and clenched on him again. “I still owe her a spanking.”
Clay slid his finger from her, igniting every nerve ending along the way. “I want to be there.”
Jesse shivered at the threat, unable to catch her breath when Clay positioned the head of his cock against her puckered opening. As always, the vulnerability of her position filled her with trepidation, but the trust in her husbands made it possible to let herself go.
“Easy, baby. Hold on tight to Rio. My cock’s going in there no matter how much you try to close against me.” Clay’s rough drawl sent a decadent thrill through her, telling her more than words just how much this excited him.
A shiver went up Jesse’s spine as Clay pressed forward, a whimpered cry escaping when the head of his cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle and into her.
“Clay! Oh, God.” She never got used to it—was never prepared for being so full, so taken.
Clay’s hands firmed on her hips, his voice like shattered glass. “Rio, hold on to her.”
Rio held her closer. “I’ve got her.” Lifting his hips, he groaned. “Hurry up, damn it. She’s gonna scream my name before we’re through here.”
“And mine.” Clay forced his cock an inch deeper, withdrew slightly, and thrust again, pushing even deeper. “I’ll bet she screams mine first.”
Trembling helplessly, Jesse whimpered at the burning heat as Clay worked his cock into her, inch by incredible inch, forcing the delicate inner walls of her bottom to stretch to accommodate him.
Rio slid his hands lower, gripping her thighs to control her movements.
Clay held her hips with an equally firm grip. “Hell, I can never get over how tight her ass is.”
Rio groaned, his eyes narrowed on hers as he thrust deep.
“Especially when we’re both inside her.”
Jesse threw her head back again, crying out as her husbands fucked her pussy and ass in a rhythm that drove her ruthlessly toward the edge. As Rio withdrew, Clay surged deep, only to withdraw until the head of his cock reached the tight ring of muscle while Rio thrust into her again.
Every thrust made her clench, making her feel even fuller. Her clit throbbed unbearably, so badly that she reached for it herself, only to have Rio slap her hand away.
“No way, darlin’. You’ve gotta pay.”
Clay surged deep. “Never again.”
Mini-explosions went off inside her, gathering to add to the tingling heat. “God! Clay!”
“Yes!” Gripping her waist, he withdrew several inches and surged deep again. “Mine.”
Rio’s face tightened, a mask of tortured concentration, groans of pleasure rumbling from his chest. Pinching her clit between his thumbs, he worked the swollen nub, setting her off.
Every nerve ending in her ass and pussy sizzled, her clit burning and pulsing beneath Rio’s thumbs.
Sensation took over. She threw back her head, screaming Rio’s name, her body stiffening as she clamped down on their cocks.
The waves engulfed her, rolling through her and tossing her everywhere. She couldn’t hold on to anything, but knew they held her. She heard their groans as they came, felt the pulsing of the cocks inside her, but couldn’t move.
Her voice became hoarse from screaming, but she had no idea what she said.
She only knew heat.
And the love all around her.
By slow increments, she became aware of Rio and Clay’s crooning voices, the words of praise and love pouring over her. She became aware of the firm hands gentling on her body, caressing her and guiding her back down to earth.
After what could have been several minutes, or an hour, Jesse lifted her head from Rio’s chest, smiling at the drowsy look in his eyes. “I love you so much it scares the hell out of me sometimes.”
Rio grinned. “Back atcha, darlin’.”
Creation of Desire: Reassuring Rachel
Despite her exhaustion, Rachel smiled at the rush of heat his devilish smile sent through her. They hadn’t made love in days, and she missed it, but she was so tired that every time she closed her eyes, she fell asleep. She didn’t have the energy to make love anymore and it scared her. “Thank you. I won’t be long. I want to finish my coffee first, though. I need all the caffeine I can get today.”
“I know. You’re going to drink it all day and make yourself sick.” Rubbing Theresa’s back, he rocked back and forth, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Something tells me our chat is going to be a little one-sided, but I’ll get her dressed and change her diaper again while we have a nice long conversation.”
Watching him go, Rachel sighed and finished her coffee, listening to the sound of Chase’s low voice as he disappeared down the hall. She could still hear the shower running, and hurried to join her other husband, Boone, before he got out. Hoping the shower would help her wake up a little more, she smiled at the thought of running her hands over Boone while he was naked and wet. He’d gone without sex for more than a week, and it had to be frustrating for him.
She started out of the room, pausing at the sound of a cell phone ringing.
With a curse, she followed the sound to Boone’s cell phone on the counter. The knowledge that he and Chase used their cell phones for their construction business had her grabbing the pen and paper they kept on the counter before answering.
Rachel stiffened at the husky feminine voice, alarm bells going off in her head. It wasn’t unusual for women to hire them, but something about this one set her teeth on edge. “Yes, can I help you?”
After a brief pause, the woman blew out a breath. “Put Boone on.” The demand in the sultry voice had a surge of adrenaline rushing through Rachel’s veins.
“He’s busy.” Gritting her teeth, she forced a cool politeness into her tone. “May I take a message?” When she caught herself trying to smooth her hair and straightening her stained nightgown, she inwardly cursed at her own insecurity.
“Oh. He’s probably still in the shower. I thought he’d be showered and dressed by now.” The other woman laughed softly. “He’s magnificent in the shower, isn’t he? They both are. If Boone’s busy, let me talk to Chase. God, he’s so playful and inventive in bed, isn’t he?”
Finding it suddenly difficult to breathe, Rachel pressed a hand to her stomach, struggling to keep her coffee down. “Who is this?”
Dizzy, she clung to the counter.
It had happened to her mother, and Rachel had sworn to herself that she’d never let it happen to her.
“I’m Mona. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.” Her voice dropped, the challenge in it unmistakable. “Boone’s and Chase’s lover.”
Rachel’s hand tightened on the phone, bile rising in her throat as she recognized the name from their past. “I believe you mean ex-lover.”
Even though she told herself that this woman had to be lying about being their lover, her knees shook, the fear of losing Boone and Chase so intense, it actually made her stomach hurt.
Mona’s twinkling laugh grated on her nerves and made the pain spread. “I can see they haven’t told you that we’ve…renewed our acquaintance. Hmm, interesting. Well, I’m sure they’ll tell you when they’re ready. When I talked to Boone last night, he told me that it was a bad time to talk and to call him this morning. I’m sure he’ll call me as soon as he can.”
Gritting her teeth again, Rachel glanced toward the doorway. She would have liked to believe that neither Boone nor Chase would ever cheat on her, but they’d had a relationship with this woman in the past—something Rachel knew she would be stupid to ignore. “I’ll be sure to tell him you called.”
She definitely would.
Later—when she wasn’t so damned tired, and when she figured out just what to say.
Mona sighed. “I really do feel sorry for you, you know. Boone, Chase and I are so good together.” Mona’s voice lowered and took on an edge that sent another chill through Rachel. “Don’t try to get in the way. You played it real good—getting pregnant and forcing them to marry you—but you had to know it wouldn’t be enough to keep them.”
Rachel gripped the counter tighter. “Good-bye, Mona.” Disconnecting, she cursed and started to toss the phone onto the counter, pausing at the last second. Lifting the phone again, she quietly went to the doorway and listened to see what Chase and Boone were doing.
Mona had gotten to her, and she was already spying on her husbands.
Chase still spoke to Theresa from the nursery. “Yes. You’re Daddy’s little girl and when you’re older, and those boys come sniffing around you, Daddy’s going to scare them all off. Yes, he is. You think that’s funny, do you?”
Smiling at his sing-song tone, she blinked back tears, hoping that he would still be around when Theresa was old enough to date.
Tuning him out, she listened for Boone, jolting when she realized that she could no longer hear the shower running. Her heart raced at the sound of drawers opening and closing in the master bedroom, and she knew she didn’t have much time.
Calling herself all kinds of a fool, and cursing Mona’s small victory, she searched through Boone’s phone for incoming calls, her heart lurching when she saw that Mona had called several times over the last several days.
Neither Boone nor Chase had said a word about it.
Kneeling in front of her, Chase pressed his lips to her belly. “And we love you. We’re not going to let you hide parts of yourself anymore. Everything out in the open.”
Boone yanked the edges of her robe aside and cupped her breasts, tugging lightly at her nipples. “Chase and I have made mistakes with you, and let you have your way far too often.” He tightened his fingers on her nipples, startling a cry from her. “Quiet!”
Her pussy clenched at the sharp demand in his voice, her entire body trembling at the spike of sexual tension.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he touched his lips to her ear. “If you wake Theresa, I’m going to turn you over my knee and give you the spanking you deserve for keeping so much from us.”
Sliding his hands up her thighs, Chase held her gaze. “I know I’d welcome an excuse to paddle your ass. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure.”
Biting back a moan, Rachel shivered at the threat, their focused attention on her suddenly overwhelming.
Chase ran his thumbs over her folds, parting them as he leaned closer. “Look at that pretty clit.” He stroked a finger over the throbbing bundle of nerves, smiling when she gasped. “It’s all red and swollen. Poor baby. I’ll bet it’s agony.” The amusement in his voice didn’t bode well for her chances of being able to come anytime soon, and she knew him well enough to know that he had no qualms about teasing her until she begged.
She was very close to begging already, thrilling at the slide of her husbands’ hands over her as Boone unbelted her robe and used the belt to tie her hands around his neck.
With both hands free, he seemed determined to torment her, running palms over her breasts with a firmness and hunger that thrilled her. Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Boone placed several open kisses over her neck and shoulders, his cock pressing insistently against her back. “You’ve obviously mistaken our concern for your health for disinterest in sex. I think it’s time to show you just how wrong you are about that.”
Pressing his cock against the small of her back, he tugged her nipples, forcing another cry from her. “Does this feel like I don’t want you? I always want you.”
Rachel tried to bite back a moan as Chase focused his attention on her clit, crying out when he tightened his grip on her thighs and lifted them over his shoulders. Grateful for the arm Boone slid around her waist to hold her, she struggled to hold back cries of pleasure so she didn’t wake Theresa.
She cherished this time with her husbands and wanted no interruptions.
The light flicks of Chase’s tongue over her clit drove her relentlessly toward the edge, each slide making her shake even harder. Her clit burned, so swollen and sensitive that even the caress of his breath on it became too intense to endure. Still, she wanted more, and lifted her hips for more intense friction, her body jolting with every flick of his tongue.
It burned hotter, her clit throbbing with every beat of her heart until she teetered on the edge. Tightening in anticipation of the pleasure to come, she groaned when Chase chuckled and pulled back, frustration sparking her temper. “You’re not coming until I’m inside you, baby.”
“Don’t tease me.”
His gaze raked over her as he stepped back and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a condom. “But, baby, I like teasing you.” Using the foil packet to tease her right nipple, he watched her face as Boone ran his thumb lightly over the other. “I like seeing you all spread and defenseless, and since your thighs are soaked, I don’t think you can deny you like being so vulnerable.”
Rachel’s breath caught at the sight of Chase yanking his jeans to his knees and rolling on the condom. Arching, she pressed her breast more firmly against Boone’s hand, a moan escaping when the arm around her waist tightened and lifted her several inches off the floor.
Chase moved in, lifting her thighs to wrap her legs around his waist. Smiling, he tilted her hips and plunged into her, bending to nip at her lips as he filled her completely. His eyes narrowed on hers, the glint in them unmistakable. “I guess this feels like I don’t want you, too.”
Boone’s hands slid to her bottom, lifting her higher and spreading her ass cheeks as Chase began to move. “When Chase is done fucking you, I’m taking you to bed and starting all over again. You might think that we’ve forgotten that you’re more than Theresa’s mother, but we haven’t forgotten a thing.”
“Hmmm.” Rachel tilted her head back to his shoulder to kiss his jaw, groaning at every hard thrust of Chase’s cock. “Yes! So good. Just like before. Better.”
Every stroke filled her pussy with heat—every thrust going so deep it stole her breath.
She trembled all over, the bombardment to her senses overwhelming. Reveling in their attention and the purpose in their eyes and touch, she let sensation take over.
She didn’t think about being a mother or proving anything. Nothing mattered at that moment except the growing intimacy between her and her husbands.
The reinforcement of the bond between them, the passion that hadn’t been forgotten.
Pumping into her, Chase watched her through hooded eyes. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful. So passionate. Christ, I love being inside you. I love taking you.” Spreading her thighs wider, he bent to take her mouth in a hard kiss, filled with hunger. Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes and thrust faster. “I love knowing you’re mine, and if you think I’m going to risk that on some bimbo, you deserve to be spanked.”