French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

was slightly erect but quickly got harder, longer, at his touch. “Hmm,” he teased, “seems I know a very excitin’ woman who hasn’t said no to anything I wanted her to do so far.”

Liz couldn’t help letting a wicked little grin unfurl across her face. She could scarcely believe what she was suggesting, but the very second Jack had relayed the fantasy, she’d envisioned herself as the woman between the two men and her pussy had swollen with a lust she couldn’t push down. In a mere instant, she’d decided she wanted to do it, wanted to be with Jack and his friend, together.

“I’m not sure I’d say no,” she whispered coquettishly, “to anything you asked me to do.”

And she meant it. She was so aroused by the very idea of being shared by Jack and Ty that she’d have done anything in that moment, anything at all. The memory of meeting Ty and feeling so instantly attracted to him, so aware of everything that was lean and muscular and hot about him, only added to her heated desire. She wanted to do everything with Jack. And at the moment, that meant she wanted to know the joy of two men, two cocks—two real, live, hard, flesh-and-blood cocks—at once.

Chapter 7

The following night Liz walked hand in hand with Jack toward an elegant French Quarter restaurant called Cicero’s, on Decatur. She wore a sexy red dress of puckered fabric that clung to every curve. The halter style neckline was low cut, allowing for an exceptional amount of cleavage that made her feel ultra-sexy, and certainly didn’t permit wearing a bra. As they walked, her breasts jiggled slightly against the hugging material, making her aroused already—when, she thought, by all rights, she should be nervous.

Jack had driven her home that morning, and later he’d called to say he’d invited Ty to dinner with them. “I…thought you might want to get to know him a little better.”

The very idea of being with both of them at the same time had swum vigorously through her mind, a forbidden thought. Whereas, last night, she’d have invited Ty into their bed in a heartbeat, today she was a little more wary—yet still interested, still seriously considering the possibility. God knew the idea was beyond exciting—two hot, sexy men pleasuring her together. But…could she?

“Okay,” she’d simply replied.

He’d clearly heard the new doubt in her voice. “But you set the pace, chere. If you don’t want anything to happen, it won’t.”

She’d spent most the day after their phone call alternating between—no, no way, I can’t do it, and priming her body for pleasure. She’d taken a long luxurious bubble bath, again shaving her pussy just to make sure it remained smooth, and then she’d lounged around in a silky robe that rubbed sensuously against her nipples and ass when she moved in it. And when it had come time to get ready for her date, she’d donned one of Lynda’s sexiest dresses—and as usual, it was just a little too small in the chest and certainly made the most of Liz’s assets. Clearly her body wanted what her mind had grown tentative about.

And even now, as she and Jack stepped into the dimly lit restaurant where she knew Ty awaited them, she wasn’t sure what she would do. Would she allow herself this ultimate forbidden liaison? Or would this be the one thing to which she’d say no?

After Jack informed the host that they were meeting a friend, they entered the plush dining room to find Ty in a small half-round booth. He was as ruggedly handsome as Liz remembered, a lock of dark blonde hair falling over his forehead, a darker stubble on his chin. He waved and smiled when he spotted them.

Jack led her across the big, high-ceilinged room where each table glowed with candlelight and a jazz trio played in one corner. As they approached the table, a little of the nervousness Liz had expected to feel came back to her.

Ty got up to greet them. He wore dark pants and a sports coat, a white shirt underneath with a few buttons undone. “Great to see you again,” he said to Liz, holding out his hand. She offered her own and he bestowed a delicate kiss upon it. Despite her nervousness, a tingling awareness skittered through her body.

She sat down between the two men and instantly felt them there, surrounding her. That quickly, it was as if sex were a palpable, living thing and as if it were squeezed into the small booth along with them. The sensation reminded Liz vaguely of what she’d felt that very first day, meeting both of them in Jack’s office—together, they’d seemed to fill the room with heat and testosterone. Only now did she realize that somehow these two men, together, were truly a sexual force to be reckoned with. No wonder they’d gone after the same women in college; no wonder they wanted to share one. It was almost as if the two of them gave off an accelerated, amped-up sexual energy that was much greater than the sum of its parts.

Somehow, as the day had gone on, as she’d both feared and anticipated this event, she’d envisioned Ty coming on strong, being blatant and blunt, making her uncomfortable. But now, as he drew her easily into conversation, she was instantly reminded he was a pleasant, smooth-talking man. “Have you eaten here before, Liz?”

She shook her head. “No, but Jack tells me it’s wonderful.”

Ty nodded reassuringly. “This is one of my favorite restaurants in the Quarter. You can’t go wrong with anything on the menu. The Italian entrees are especially good, but they make nice Creole dishes, too.”

Liz took the initiative to change the conversation to something a little more personal. “You know, I can’t help noticing you don’t possess the same Cajun accent as Jack, but he hasn’t mentioned where you’re from.”

He smiled. “Unlike Jack, I’m a transplant. I came down on a scholarship to Tulane