Lucy’s Neighbors (available now Ellora’s Cave)

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Lucy Hills has lusted after her two sexy neighbors since she moved into her condo a year ago. She never would have believed that either Steve or Doug would be interested in her—she is a woman after all. So when they invite her over for dinner, she expects nothing more than friendly conversation. But the night soon spins into an explosive combination of Lucy’s sexual fantasies, and being ravished by two men turns out to be even better than she’d imagined.

Steve and Doug have been together nine years and they’ve shared many beautiful women. But Lucy is the first to steal their hearts. For months they’ve dreamed about getting her out of her panties and now they’ve had a taste of her honey, they want her for keeps. But convincing Lucy that a three-way relationship can work isn’t easy. They’ll have to use everything in their power to keep her trapped between their bodies because they can’t lose her now. She’s the one.

Nothing beats an alpha male…especially when there’s two of ‘em…

“I take it she’s coming,” Steve said from where he stood by the stove.

Doug placed the phone back in its cradle and nodded. “She’s on her way.” He ambled across the kitchen to stand behind the other man. “She was out with a guy,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to the back of Steve’s shoulder. “It didn’t go so well.”

Steve gave a short laugh. “Glad to hear it.”

“You are?” Doug stepped back as Steve turned to face him, humor glinting in his green eyes. “So you’ve changed your mind?”

Steve cocked one wry eyebrow. “I wouldn’t say I’ve changed my mind.” He gave a casual shrug. “Let’s just say I’m open.”

A slow grin curled Doug’s lips. Ever since they’d gotten together nine years ago, finding the right woman had always been in the cards. But searching for the woman who would be the right fit for two very different men was no mean feat and Doug hadn’t believed they’d be able to do it until Lucy had moved in next door a year ago. He’d taken one look at her long brown hair and big blue eyes and known he’d finally found the one. He’d have gone after her straightaway if Steve’s cautious nature hadn’t obstructed his path. Steve didn’t think Lucy would be open to what they had to offer and Doug had to admit, the man had a point. Lucy came off so innocent, so feminine, and Doug didn’t want to scare her away. But a couple of months ago he and Steve had become aware of her eyes on them as they fucked in their room. Her almost-palpable arousal had ascertained—at least in his eyes—that Lucy could handle them both. But Steve still held back. Always the cautious one of the pair. Tonight though, Doug had a feeling the man would give in.

The doorbell rang and Doug’s pants tightened with anticipation. He pressed his hips to Steve’s and felt the hard evidence that he wasn’t as cool as he pretended to be.

“You gonna answer that?” Steve muttered, hardening further against Doug’s groin.

“Yep.” He moved away and slid his hand down to Steve’s cock. “Careful, man,” he warned, his tone light with amusement, “or you’re going to scare her off with that thing.”

“Get lost.”

He chuckled as he headed into the hallway to the front door. When he pulled it open, he almost groaned. Hot damn, she looked delicious. Wearing some kind of silky, thigh-length dress that pushed her full breasts up into two plump mounds, he wanted nothing more than to drag her down to the floor and devour every inch of her sweet body.

“Hey, darlin’,” he said instead, stepping back to let the little minx inside. As she brushed past him, her scent of vanilla teased his senses.

“Hi,” she said tentatively, and when her blue eyes came to his, a blush rose in her cheeks. “You sure it’s okay I’m here?”

Remembering the previous Saturday when he’d caught her watching him and Steve, he fought back a laugh. “Absolutely,” he assured her, trying not to think of how she’d dropped to the floor, not to resurface until he’d shut out the lights. Too damn funny. “You know Steve, he always makes too much.”

He led her into the kitchen and watched in amusement as Steve tried to contain his desire when he saw Lucy.

“Hey there, kitten,” he greeted, his voice almost hoarse as he planted a kiss on her forehead. When he straightened, his eyes met Doug’s briefly and Doug knew what he was thinking. Between her bare feet, that slip of a dress and the candy shade of pink staining her cheeks, she looked like sex.

“Hope you’re hungry,” Steve said, turning back to the stove. “There’s plenty to eat.”

“I am pretty hungry,” she admitted, her gaze darting from Steve to Doug. “Is there anything I can help with?”

Doug pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and patted the back of it. “You just sit down here and relax,” he told her, smiling at the reluctance in her expression. She always did this, tried to help when she was the guest. “Come on, there’s nothing left to do. Table’s already set.”

After a moment’s hesitation, her face relaxed and she sank into the chair he held out for her. He took the seat beside her and reached for the wine.

“You okay with red?” he asked, holding the bottle over her glass.

“Yes, please.” As he poured, the pink tip of her tongue ran over her lips and he swallowed a groan.

“So are you going to tell us about your night?” Steve asked as he carried two plates of spaghetti to the table. “Or are we going to have to spank it out of you?”

Lucy gave a little hiccup at the mock threat and Doug grinned as the color in her cheeks deepened.

“Leave her alone,” he told Steve as the man brought the last plate to the table then, reaching out, he stroked the curve of Lucy’s shoulder. She shivered beneath his touch. “The guy’s obviously a loser if he doesn’t know how to treat a woman.”

Lucy’s gaze darted to his. “And you do?”

The surprise in her tone made him laugh. He glanced at Steve who also wore a smirk. “’Course I know how to treat a woman. What makes you ask that?”

“Um, I guess I just didn’t think—” She stared down at her spaghetti then looked up at him again. “I mean you don’t treat women, right?”

“You’re making him sound like a doctor now,” Steve said, reaching for the bread. “But sure, he treats women.”

Lucy appeared floored by that. She peered from one man to the other, curiosity bright in her eyes. “So you guys have been with women?” she asked, her voice a hushed whisper.

Doug ran the side of his finger from her shoulder to her elbow, savoring the smoothness of her skin. Again she shivered. “We’re pretty open,” he said softly, raising a brow at Steve. “Right?”

“Right.” Clearly worried they’d scare Lucy off, Steve nodded to their plates. “Now let’s eat before it gets cold.”