Triple Knockout (Make Mine A Menage Book 3), page 24
Beau grunted. “It better not involve Lando and a loofa.”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Van piped up with a waggle of his eyebrows.
She shook her head. “Nope. It involves me and two gorgeous boxers. We all love each for the rest of our days.”
Only it was no longer a fantasy. It was a glorious reality. And in the arena of love, theirs was a triple knockout.
EPILOGUE
“Look at all the fun you’re missing.” Allie faced her phone away from her and panned the living room of Lacey’s, Bram’s, and Ry’s bungalow, getting the ideal panorama of the festivities for Eric. Everyone waved and hollered, “Merry Christmas!” She flipped her cell back around. “Wish you were here.”
“Me too, brat. Hey, who was the total fox in the white sweater?”
She frowned at her brother. “That was Stacia. How could you not recognize her?”
“Oh, he did,” Beau grumbled. “Pretty sure that was payback for me corrupting you.” He offered Van a wry look. “Be damn happy you don’t have a sister.”
Despite Eric’s evident plan to do some sisterly corrupting of his own, he’d taken the news about her relationship with his best friends better than any of them had anticipated. Well, he hadn’t immediately hopped on the first plane back home to kick some ass, so that was something at least. “Am I still on for picking you up at the airport in a couple weeks?” It’d taken a while for her to drum up the courage to get behind the wheel of her new Escalade, but with Van’s and Beau’s love, encouragement, and constant support, she’d conquered her fears. She didn’t even need them to be physically present in the vehicle with her anymore, though she certainly appreciated their gorgeous company whenever they tagged along.
“Yeah, looks like we finally managed to straighten out the mess at the plant. Should be no more delays.” Eric’s expression turned crafty. “Maybe ask Stacia if she’d like to ride along.” His smile turned downright wolfish when Beau growled under his breath.
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve come to the conclusion that men are just plain ridiculous.”
All of the women within earshot of her nodded exuberantly. Even Lacey’s wee one, Jilly, released a squealing affirmative. Okay, possibly she also had a serious case of gas. Difficult to tell.
Eric cleared his throat. “Hate to cut this opportunity to argue with you short, but I’m meeting the bosses for an early lunch in twenty minutes.”
“Wait!” Jana plopped a box into Allie’s lap before planting her butt on the arm of the sofa. “It’s Allie’s turn to open her present. At least stick around for that.”
Beau grunted. “Gee, the box has Woody Woodpecker wrapping. Wonder who it could be from?”
Jana stuck out her tongue before waving her hand impatiently. Taking the hint, Allie carefully broke the seal on the tape and removed the paper, revealing a large shoebox. She opened the lid. A taxidermied squirrel wearing a tiny sombrero lay on its side on top of a bed of tissue paper. “Um...this is either the most disturbing or the most awesome gift I’ve ever received.”
Pumping her fist, Jana jumped down from the couch and jogged a victory lap around the room.
“Oh, Jesus,” Kev muttered to Nick. “There’s going to be no living with her now.”
A pointed cough came from Eric. “Tell Van and Beau that they can keep you in exchange for giving me that squirrel.”
“No way.” She clutched the box to her chest with her free hand. “You’re not getting your mitts on Dead Eye Rocky.”
“You have to sleep sometime. Then he shall be mine.” Eric laughed maniacally.
“Not if I keep him under lock and key.”
“Sonofabitch.” Shooting her a mock glare and his affectionate middle finger salute he hung up.
Van shook his head. “You two have a very weird way of showing your love for each other.”
“Yeah, it’s kinda our thing.” She leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “Speaking of ways to show love, do you think anyone would notice if the three of us skip out of here early? I put the Ben Wa balls in before we left and I am really horny.”
As predicted, Van grabbed her hand and Beau’s. He pushed to his feet, pulling them up with him. “Well, we’re outta here. Great seeing everyone.”
Catcalls and knowing snickers chased them out the door. She giggled as Van tossed Dead Eye Rocky onto the back seat of his truck before boosting her up onto the front bench. A few seconds later he and Beau settled on either side of her and they began the drive home to Haymakers. They both placed a hand on her leg and she released a sigh of pure happiness. This was exactly where she was supposed to be—between her two soul mates. Forever.
About the Author
At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford penned her first epic, complete with stick figure illustrations. Sadly, her drawing skills haven’t improved much, but her love of fantasy worlds never went away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts, and other supernatural creatures, only with considerably more heat.
She has won numerous awards, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star. When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows.
You can sign up for her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/btQSlL She loves to hear from readers. You can email her at jodiredford@jodiredford.com and visit her online at www.jodiredford.com. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest.
Other Books By Jodi Redford
Kinky Chronicles
Perfect Chemistry
Kinky Claus
Report For Booty
Kinky Curves
Cowboy Kinky
Frisky Business
Double Dirty (Coming Soon)
Fakefully Yours (Coming Soon)
Kinky Jones (Coming Soon)
The Sons of Dusty Walker
Dylan
Zoe &Dylan
That Old Black Magic
That Voodoo You Do
The Seven Year Witch
Maximum Witch
Getting Familiar with Your Demon
Kissin’ Hell
Thieves of Aurion
Lover Enslaved
Lover Enraptured
Other Titles
Double Dare
Hurricanes and Handcuffs
Sweet Sizzle
Naughty Girls Do
Taking Liberty
Light My Fire
Vanessa Unveiled
The Naughty List
Cat Scratch Fever
Breaking Bad
Checking it Twice
Three Ways to Wicked
Coming Soon
Werewolf Casanova
The Naughty List
© 2011,2017 Jodi Redford
Makin’ a list, and rocking it…twice.
Perpetual good girl Lacey McGuire has two Christmas wish lists. One suitable for public consumption…and a private one that’s too hot to handle. Right at the top: wild, wicked fantasies about her best buddies and business partners Ryan Hollister and Bram Colton.
Besides the fact they’re both poster boys for Hunks ’R’ Us, they’ve been there for her through thick, thin and the heartbreak of a cheating fiancé. So what if her boys will never know they star in her sexiest daydreams? In her fantasy world, her heart will never get trampled again.
Ry and Bram are pretty sure Lacey never meant to email a list of some of her raunchiest wants. Particularly the one that tightens their shorts—she wants a threesome. With them. Although they’ve loved her for years, they made a pact to keep Lacey off limits in order to protect their friendship. Now all bets are off. And the quest to give her all she wants—and more—is on.
Warning: This book contains a wickedly hot M/F/M ménage that will heat up the holidays. Friends steaming things up in a hot tub. Bondage and blindfolds. Sexy shenanigans at a Christmas tree lot. And maybe even a glimpse of Santa…in a Speedo.
Checking It Twice
©2012, 2017 Jodi Redford
’Tis the season for double seduction.
The only item on Jana Colton’s Christmas list this year is Kevin Monahan. Preferably naked in her bed. The delicious, hunky chef has been resisting her forever, but she’s pulling out all the sexy stops this holiday. Especially since his acceptance of an out-of-state job threatens to nix her quest to rock his boxers off.
Jana has always been Kevin’s personal Kryptonite, but giving in to her isn’t an option. Relationships are a four-letter word in his book. He cares far too much for Jana to let his emotional baggage ultimately break her heart.
With the arrival of his best friend, Nick Pappas, the balance of temptation shifts. From their past history of sharing women, Nick knows every dirty trick it takes to lead Kevin astray, and he’s not afraid to use them. Particularly since Nick’s convinced that Jana is exactly what Kevin needs to be happy and whole.
Their game of seduction quickly snowballs into something that feels an awful lot like love—in triplicate. But with Kevin dead set on leaving Michigan, there’s a real possibility it could be a blue Christmas for them all.
Warning: This M/F/M menage contains an extremely tormented voyeur, a very naughty and not so saintly Nick, a liberal application of candy cane-flavored body paint, a buzzing butterfly, and enough raunchy fun on a sex swing to melt a snowman…or two.
Three Ways to Wicked
© 2013,2017 Jodi Redford
Wicked Shores, Book 1
Following a nasty breakup with her ex, Kayla English is eager to get her erotic writing mojo back on track. Except progress on her current book has flat lined, right along with her belief in happily-ever-after.
Solution? Two weeks of solitude in the Florida sun thanks to some friends’ generous offer to house-sit their place on the beach. She didn’t count on having roommates—or on getting the sexiest peepshow of her life.
Seven years after an intimate encounter rocked their worlds, business partners Tyler Bishop and Gibb Masters have kept things strictly in the friend zone. A recent storm has left them homeless, though. They figure moving into Ty’s parents’ place is preferable to roughing it elsewhere, even if it means resisting the temptation to slip between the sheets with Kayla…and each other.
As the days heat up, so does their three-way attraction. But when emotions run deeper than any of them expect, three wary hearts must decide if it’s worth the risk to write their own HEA.
Warning: This book brings the dirty. We’re talking dirty sex in an outdoor shower, on a boat, and on the kitchen counter with a dirty-mouthed Casanova. In other words, all the good stuff with a side of glow-in-the-dark body paint.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Three Ways to Wicked:
“Kayla!”
Sucking in a deep, fortifying gulp of oxygen, she dragged to a halt and slowly pivoted. Gibb wasn’t the only one headed toward her. Ty kept an even lope right beside him.
Oh God. Facing both of them right now was more than she could handle. Especially with her brain overflowing with the wicked images of them kissing like they wanted to eat each other alive. Ty’s hand had been down Gibb’s pants. His pants! Didn’t take much to determine he hadn’t been looking for loose change in there.
Clutching her terrycloth beach bag like it might miraculously expand into a size big enough for her to crawl into and hide, she waited for the two men to haul up short in front of her. For what she swore were the longest ten seconds of her life, the three of them stood staring dumbly at everything but each other. Finally Gibb cleared his throat and looked her in the eye. “Kay, what you saw—”
She shook her head vigorously enough to prompt a pain in her temple. “No need to explain. What you guys do behind closed doors is certainly none of my business.”
“Only the door wasn’t closed,” Ty said before giving a lopsided smile. “Which means we do owe you an explanation, since I’m willin’ to bet we kinda blew your mind back there.”
Welcome to the world’s biggest understatement. “Maybe a little.”
“Why don’t we take this conversation inside the shop?” Pensiveness continued to hover over Gibb, leaving her with the certainty that he was convinced she’d refuse the request and would instead run off again.
The realization that he was possibly worried what she thought of him tugged at her, effectively muting her own private drama regarding the situation. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it. A hefty portion of the anxiousness ebbed from him. His eyes conveying his relief, he twined their fingers together and led the way back to Master Charters. Ty fell in step on her other side and crooked his arm around her shoulders. Her pulse slowly eased back to normal. For a moment she was even able to fool herself that her world hadn’t tumbled off its axis.
That changed the second they stepped into the lobby, and the reminder of what she’d seen clubbed her upside the head with the subtle impetus of a two-by-four. Uncertain what to do with herself and the prickly heat crawling beneath her skin, she rubbed her forearms.
A weary breath gusted from Gibb. “I don’t know where to begin. Hell, I’m at a loss to explain all of…” he waved toward the table where he and Ty had been locked in their erotic embrace, “…that.”
Once again, his obvious anxiety banished her own awkwardness to the back burner. “I already told you none of this is necessary. You and Ty being lovers is…well, it’s great.” She grimaced at her overenthusiastic cheeriness. Oh Lord, I sounded like Tony the Tiger. Sexy man-on-man action, even better than Frosted Flakes. There’s a slogan for ya.
Pushing aside her chagrin, she noticed Gibb’s complexion had mottled into a darker shade of crimson.
“Ty and I aren’t lovers, Kay,” he said, his voice strangled.
“You’re not?” Okay, now she was thoroughly confused. “Then what was…that?” She copied Gibb’s earlier move and gestured to the table.
Ty grunted. “Seven years of avoidance exploding on impact.”
She bounced her focus between both men and blurted out the most unintelligent response she could think of. “Huh?” Yeah, right now that was all the brilliance her brain could muster.
Gibb scrubbed a hand along his nape, his face turning ten shades of red. “Ty and I shared an encounter awhile back and—”
“In non-bullshit speak, that means he blew his load when I sucked him off seven years ago, and we’re just now getting around to talking about it.”
“Jesus Christ.” Gibb appeared on the verge of rupturing every blood vessel in his head. “Could you be any less tactful?”
“Screw tact. Hasn’t done a damn bit of good anyway. Now the ninja’s out of the closet, no point pussyfooting over the subject. We’re all adults here, right?” Ty glanced at her, and she nodded automatically. He returned his attention to Gibb and cocked an eyebrow.
Gibb’s mouth tightened. “Yeah, I can see how systematically banging every woman you could immediately afterwards was the pinnacle of adult behavior.”
A tic twitched near Ty’s eye. “How did I know you were gonna bring that up?” He huffed out an angry breath. “I admit it, I reacted badly. Does it mean I have to pay a penalty for my stupid-ass behavior the rest of my life?”
Gibb averted his gaze, a guilty flush creeping along his neck. “No, you don’t. I won’t give you a hard time about it anymore.” With his attention still riveted on the opposite wall, he failed to observe the obvious relief blooming across Ty’s features. But Kayla saw it, as well as the unmistakable flash fire of hunger that ignited in Ty’s eyes whenever he looked at Gibb.
That raw, unshielded glimpse of desire stirred equal amounts of heat and embarrassment through her blood. Suddenly feeling like the odd woman out, she inched toward the exit. “I’ll, uh, leave you two to finish this alone.”
Both Ty and Gibb jerked their stares in her direction. Ty frowned. “But we’re taking you on the boat.”
It took massive effort, but she somehow managed not to dwell on how scandalously sexual his pronouncement had sounded. Yeah, in my dreams. “Don’t worry about it. Clearly there’s stuff you two need to work on here, and I wouldn’t want to be a third wheel.”
Ty strode to her and cupped her cheeks in his big hands. “Kay, you could never be a third wheel.”
She gaped at him, completely ensnared by his compelling gaze. Something flared to life in his whiskey-hued irises. Something that went a whole lot deeper than the sultry flirtation that typically exuded from him. It took precisely two heartbeats to recognize what she was looking at. The consuming I-want-to-eat-you-up-in-one-lusty-bite stare he’d leveled on Gibb earlier was now centered on her.
She gulped. Ty’s attention beelined to her mouth and remained fused there for an endless moment. The fingers he’d locked around her face tightened almost imperceptibly, and a low, carnal sound rolled from the depths of his chest.
“Aw, shit.” The words ripped from Gibb a second before Ty’s hand sifted through Kayla’s hair, tipping her face toward him. The growl that broke from Ty was borderline animalistic and sexier than hell. The next instant his lips captured hers.
There was no gentle teasing in the kiss. Just full-on ravishment with a chaser of liquid sin. His tongue swept over the edges of her teeth and then delved deeper—a wet, slick assault on her senses coaxing her to give in fully to the devastating skill of his mouth. She went willingly. Eagerly. Her nipples tightened, and her knees wobbled. Giving a breathless moan, she slipped an arm around Ty’s waist, relishing the silky shift of his muscles beneath his warm skin. He palmed a handful of her left butt cheek and squeezed, earning her gasp.
Gibb cleared his throat with a gruff cough. “Bailey is going to fucking kill you.”
