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An Excerpt From: ESSENCE OF EMERALD
Copyright © RUBY STORM, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
“You two didn’t break off your engagement, did you? Man,
don’t tell me that is what’s going on. You two belong together. It’s plain
for everyone to see.”
“No,” Emmi smiled. “Far from
it. I told Mark about a fantasy that I’ve been thinking about. A sexual
fantasy.”
“Wait a second,” Jay blurted. “I know the three of us
are close, but you don’t have to share something like that with me.”
“But we want to. We want to because in my fantasy it’s
not only Mark and myself, but you also.”
A clock could be heard ticking in another room. Jay’s
swarthy features paled a bit as he glanced from one to the other. He
cleared his throat. Then he cleared it again. His eyes searched Mark’s
steady gaze. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I want you to know
I’ve never made a pass at Emmi. Never. I wouldn’t
do that to you.”
Mark chuckled. “I know that, Jay.”
Jay studied his friend for a moment, swung his gaze to Emmi and then back again. Understanding, however
tentative, dawned in his eyes. “Are you saying— Are you asking what I think
you’re asking?”
Mark wrapped an arm around Emmi’s
shoulders and pulled her close. “Yes.”
“Spell it out,” Jay demanded softly. He had it figured
out, but even as sexually prolific as he was, he found it hard to believe
that the couple before him was actually inviting him to join them beneath
the covers.
“I know Emmi loves me, but
she’s been struggling with the fact that sexually, she’s attracted to you.
It took a bit for me to understand, but what she feels really is not romantic
love. She took the chance to tell me her deepest emotions, knowing full
well there was every possibility that I might walk away.” His blue eyes
softened but sparkled as his gaze followed the line of one blushing cheek. Emmi peeked back at him. “She felt guilty when I asked
her to elope and refused to say yes until I knew exactly what she was
feeling.”
Jay scrubbed his jaw with a trembling hand as he stared
across the table. Anyone could see how the two felt about one another. Mark
and Emmi were a matched set. They always had been
and always would be. He couldn’t help it when his gaze slid over Emmi’s breasts, which were outlined by the tight satin
blouse. Most women couldn’t carry off satin or silk. But Emmi was firm without an extra pound on her petite
frame.
His cock stirred in his pants at the thought of her
naked. He should be ashamed of himself. He’d never thought of her in that
way. She had always been Mark’s, always would be. Besides, Mark was his
best friend. Because of that very special bond, Jay had never paid
attention to Emmi’s womanly attributes—as strange
as that was. Jay would be the first to state he was a “hound dog”. He loved
women with a passion. He loved to kiss them and he loved to fuck them, but
not Emmi. It just wasn’t like that with her.
Now she wanted him—and Mark was okay with it?
Amazing.
He leaned forward and studied each of them again. “I
know this sounds dense but, Emmi, did you just
blurt out to Mark that you wanted to go to bed with me? Come on, you two.
You’ve got to admit this is fucking bizarre.”
“This isn’t Emmi’s idea,” Mark
instantly replied. “She just told me that she’d fantasized about the
two of us in bed with her. That’s all. An admission forced because the
thought filled her with guilt. Jay, I was the one to suggest to her
that if you agreed, the three of us should talk about it. I just felt that
since she’d opened up to me, it was something we’d always think about. I
want to do this for her. I wouldn’t trust anyone except you. Just once.
That’s all.” He sat back to study his friend for a moment. “Can I ask you
something?”
Jay shook his head in bewilderment. “If you think you
can top what you just suggested, go ahead.”
Mark laughed outright, feeling better about the evening
with every passing minute. “Have you ever been in a ménage?”
Jay’s heart rate picked up. “What is this, truth or
dare? All right, sorry. That was pretty flippant on my part.” He sat back
and stared at the couple again. “You two have surprised the hell out of me.
Okay. Honestly, Mark? Never. Not that I haven’t thought about it. I like my
women for sure, but the opportunity for a threesome has never presented
itself, either with two consenting women or with a couple I’m very close
to.”
“Well, it’s presenting itself now,” Mark stated quietly.
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