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

“That’s where you and I are different, my bon ami,” Jack said. Because he wasn’t Ty—he had a reason not to pursue it. Even if he wanted her, his father’s regrets still played through his head—he sure as hell didn’t want to end up the emotional mess his dad had been, over a woman. If Liz really wanted to be with him, if he knew she wanted something strong and lasting, he wouldn’t be able to resist. But if she didn’t—mais, he was just going to let the chips fall where they would and assume that’s how things were supposed to be. He’d done all right with that philosophy in life so far.

And he meant what he’d told Ty about their proposed ménage a trois—it was about her, and it was about him being willing to share her in order to please her, and it was about the two of them sharing the experience.

As they both watched the lovely stripper giving Ty a very sexy lap dance, Jack’s erection grew more rock solid. The woman swiveled her hips in his friend’s lap, arching against his cock in perfect simulated sex. Her breasts shimmied before Ty’s glassy eyes, her nipples dark and erect. Ty, of course, couldn’t touch her, but his gaze traveled from her delicate face to the swell of her breasts to the pale g-string that hid her crotch.

Jack slid his hand between Liz’s knees, gliding it slowly up to the edge of her skirt and underneath, his fingers playing over the lace tops of her stockings. He wanted to do so much more—wanted to reach his hand inside the low opening of her incredible dress, wanted to rake his fingertips across her pussy, which he knew had to be soaked by now. He wanted to press against her naked body from one side while Ty pressed against her from the other, wanted her to know the excitement of being worshipped so decadently. And a part of him even wanted to take her back to his place—alone, no Ty—and lock her up and keep her there forever, his, only his. But that was a little scary, a little like something his father might have thought about his mother—and fortunately for Liz and Ty, he wasn’t going to listen to that possessive little voice growing inside him. Instead, he was going to offer all three of them the ultimate thrill.

As the sexy stripper ground her crotch into Ty’s, moving in hot little circles, Liz leaned to whisper in Jack’s ear. “I think I’m ready to go back to your place.”

He looked into her eyes and saw the undeniable passion there. “With Ty, too?”

She nodded solemnly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Oui. Definitely.”

Chapter 8

The cab ride, though short, was excruciating. They didn’t talk, but Jack caressed Liz’s thigh. She sat between the two men, all the while wondering how it would begin, how Ty would become involved in something they’d gotten pretty good at as a twosome, how it would feel, how she would respond. She kept wanting Ty to touch her in the cab along with Jack, but he didn’t. The waiting had turned to torture.

Once inside the apartment, Jack said, “Something to drink?”

“Wine,” she said.

“For me, too,” Ty added.

She took a seat on Jack’s couch and Ty joined her. Their eyes met and this time she didn’t look away, simply wouldn’t let herself. Jack sat down on her other side, lowering three stemmed glasses to the coffee table, along with an uncorked bottle of wine, which he then poured.

He picked up his glass and said, “Maybe we should toast something.”

Liz raised her glass and said, a bit breathlessly, but suddenly feeling more daring, “To sharing.”

“To sharing,” Jack repeated, and the three of them clinked glasses.

Liz took a long sip, then set her glass on the table and turned to Jack. “I’m suddenly…so ready for this,” she breathed.

“Ah, lovely chere,” he whispered, looking deep into her eyes before slowly leaning in to deliver a long, hot kiss, his tongue swimming in languid circles around hers.

It sent a burst of unquenched desire exploding through Liz’s body, leaving her pussy throbbing with maddening intensity. She kissed him back, twining her arms around his neck, leaning over into his embrace.

One kiss turned to another as his hands roamed her back, ass, waist, sliding up to massage one needy breast. And even as she let herself sink into Jack, because Jack was everything in that moment, she remained ultra-aware of Ty’s presence, too, knowing he sat on the opposite side of her, watching their passion, waiting to join in. She’d meant it when she’d said she was ready; she desperately wanted to feel his touch along with Jack’s, and finally she stretched out her legs beside her, knees bent, until she slid one high-heeled foot onto Ty’s warm thigh.

And then it came—his touch, a gentle grazing at her ankle, his fingers playing about the strap of her sexy shoe. Still making out with Jack, she rubbed her foot against Ty’s leg to let him know the touch was welcome.

His light caress moved tenderly up her calf, past her knee. Still licking at her responsive tongue, Jack slipped his hand into the top of her dress to take her breast in his hand. She let out a small moan—amazed at the sensation of having two men touch her, and wanting so much more.

Ty’s hand slid over her dress up onto her hip, caressing. She wanted both men to touch her freely—everywhere—so she broke from Jack’s sensuous kisses and rose up on her knees, still facing Jack, but making herself more available to Ty, as well.

Taking the lead, Jack slid his hands up her thighs, under her dress, gathering the red fabric up past her stockings to her hips, revealing the tiny red mesh thong she wore. Ty joined in, too—mmm, yes—his palms sliding up the backs of her thighs and onto her bare ass, massaging. She arched, pushing her