Alan Perfect Addition

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 661-000010345-4
Verlag: Second Shift Publishing
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 0 - No protection

E-Book, Englisch, Band 3, 292 Seiten

Reihe: Perfect Fit

Now that Jesse has found a perfect partner in Grant, the new Dom in his life, he figures there's just one thing that will make their relationship ideal. And her name is Stephanie. He's not at all surprised when Grant's on board with his plan. Now they just have to convince Stephanie to take a chance on them.
Stephanie has missed her friend Jesse since he hooked up with Grant and stopped coming to Apex. Of course, not seeing them around hasn't stopped her fantasizing about being with the sexy-as-hell guys. When they finally come up for air and hit the club again, she's thrilled to see them. Her crappy evening takes a definite turn for the better when they invite her out. And then they invite her into their relationship.
Once she gets over the shock, the temptation is too much to resist. But she has to be careful. She doesn't want to risk the relationship between the guys, and she sure doesn't want to risk her heart. Of course, she might not have much choice-not if Jesse and his Dom have anything to say about it.
Perfect Addition can be read by itself. It is not necessary to read the series to enjoy this book.
Perfect Fit Series:
Book 1 - Perfect Formation
Book 2 - Perfect Alignment
Book 2.5 - Perfect Stranger
Book 3 - Perfect Addition

Autoren/Hrsg.

Alan, Kb

Leseproben

Chapter Two
Jesse hovered near the front door, waiting for the buzzer to announce Stephanie’s arrival. Grant wandered by and slapped his ass, but didn’t stay to obsess like Jesse was. He wanted tonight to go well. He wanted that very badly, since last night had gone so well. When they’d gone to Apex, they’d been hoping to see Stephanie, been disappointed when she hadn’t been there. Seeing her at the last minute, as they were getting ready to leave, had been great. Seeing her in a not-so-wonderful situation, had sucked. It had worked out in the end and he was hopeful that it would work out even better tonight. He’d thought about her a lot since things with Grant had calmed down from the initial all-consuming start of their relationship. When Grant had asked him if he’d ever consider adding a woman to their play, Steph had immediately sprung to mind. He’d been attracted to her before he’d met Grant, but hadn’t really known what to do with it. He was gay, after all. It had been silly, not knowing how to move forward, if she would welcome an advance from him, since they were friends. But he’d never been interested enough in a woman to have tried before, so he’d been sort of frozen. And then Grant had come into the club, and the attraction had been instant and overwhelming. The buzzer sounded and he almost squeaked, but managed to hold back the embarrassing reaction. He looked over his shoulder and found Grant watching him with an amused smile. He hit the button that would open the lobby door for Stephanie, and unlocked and opened their front door. It would take her a minute to get up to the third floor. He looked back at Grant. “We’re set, right? We see if either of us has an opportunity to make a move on her, see if she’s open to the idea, but you know it’s most likely going to be you. She sees me as her gay friend, not someone she’s interested in fucking.” “I told you, you didn’t see her face last night when she was imagining you tied to the web,” Grant reminded him. “She snuggled up to me—” “I noticed,” Grant drawled. “—because she thinks I’m safe. Gay. Non-sexual in her world.” “Mmm, hmm. I repeat, you didn’t see her face when she was imagining you tied to the web.” “All right, all right, so we need to think positively and make this happen.” “It’s going to happen,” Grant said. They shut up as the door to the stairwell opened. He had to smile. Stephanie was the only friend he knew who would have taken the stairs instead of the elevator. He certainly appreciated the athletic beauty of her body, but her soft brown girl-next-door eyes contrasted by her elegant blonde hair that was turned uber-sassy by the ever-colored streak she added to it was what really did it for him. Her current color was purple, though the last time he’d seen her it had been pink. He pulled her into the apartment with a hug, then passed her off to Grant with a tiny shove. Grant rolled his eyes at him, but gave her a tight little hug. “What would you like to drink?” Jesse asked. “Wine, beer?” “I’ll save the beer for when we’re eating. Nothing right now, thanks.” She smiled at him. “Are you going to show me around?” He waved his arms to indicate the small space. “Nothing worth seeing, I promise. We’ve been looking for places to buy, actually.” He led her to the couch and wasn’t at all subtle about maneuvering her so she was sitting between them, though it meant they were all practically on top of each other. “Oh, that’s great! It’s such a tough market though. Do you have a pretty good idea of what you want?” He turned into her before answering, putting a hand on her knee. He felt like he was back in high school, but he was determined for her to see him as a possible sexual partner, not a buddy. Grant mirrored him on her other side, but without the hand on her knee. “Yes, we think so. But it’s so hard to know until you find the right thing,” he said. “Oh, sure. I keep thinking I should look for a place, too. Business is going really well. But I just have this nagging doubt, like what if I meet the man of my dreams and he already has a place, or together we’d want a completely different kind of place than I’ll want on my own. Or, the fact is, right now I’m single, and since I work for myself I could decide to go anywhere, anytime. Nothing is keeping me here other than friends and being somewhat close to family. A mortgage would change that, tie me down.” “Do you want to go somewhere else?” Grant asked. She shrugged. “Not so far. But the possibility, the option, is there.” “Where is your family?” Jesse asked. “Maine. That’s where I grew up. I like having some distance, but being close enough to go see them whenever I want. Not that I get up there all that often, but holidays, big birthdays, that kind of thing.” She’d left her hair down again, so Jesse reached up and tucked it behind her ear, then pulled a hank free and wound it around his finger. She blinked at him, but didn’t say anything, or move away. “That’s nice. You’re close with them?” he asked. “Sure. I talk to my parents usually every weekend. My brother comes down to visit every so often. He’s younger, just getting out of college, trying to decide where he wants to go. I think he’ll probably stay in Maine, but he’s exploring his options right now.” “That’s great that you have that,” Grant told her. “You don’t?” she asked. “My family’s okay. They try, but they’re still waiting for me to grow out of the ‘gay phase’, and hoping it happens soon.” “Ouch.” She turned to Jesse. “What about your parents?” “It’s only my mom, but she’s pretty cool. We’re not super close, but she doesn’t have a problem with my being gay.” “No siblings?” “Nope. I have some cousins that I see every few years. They invite me to weddings and whatnot. They’re cool.” “That’s good. My extended family is pretty big.” He gave a sharp tug on her hair and she retaliated by poking him in the stomach. He was very tempted to start a tickle fight. A classic hands-on maneuver for a reason. But he didn’t think she was ready and thought Grant would be better off making the first move. Hopefully the first of many. “Come on,” he said, “let’s go pick up dinner.” He gave her the menu and once they’d all decided, called the order in. By the time they walked down the stairs that he’d only used once or twice before, and down the block to the restaurant, the food was ready. It wasn’t long before they were back, seated at the dining room table, and digging in. “Oh, wow, this place is good,” Stephanie said after a couple of bites. “Would we steer you wrong?” Grant asked. She laughed. “Of course not, I didn’t doubt you, I promise. I just didn’t expect it to be this good.” She took another bite, then waved her fork at them. “So, I take it neither of you cooks?” “We can make scrambled eggs and omelets as well as the next guy,” Jesse defended. “Steaks, burgers and baked potatoes too,” Grant added. “Please tell me you manage some vegetables in there somewhere,” she demanded. “Um. Sure. We eat out at least once a week, and there’s almost always vegetables on the side,” Jesse assured her. She rolled her eyes at him. He suspected if they convinced her to come around more often, they were going to have to up their vegetable intake significantly. He could live with that. “So, after dinner, movie or monopoly?” Jesse asked. The look on her face was positively demonic. “Probably best that we watch a movie so that I don’t make you cry in your own house.” Grant raised his beer towards her. “Oh, it’s on now.” She shrugged. “If you’re sure you can handle a beating.” “Oh, honey, I know which end of a beating I like to be on.” “Too bad we don’t always get what we want, then, isn’t it?” “Don’t I?” Grant asked. “Bring it, mister tough guy.” “I’ll clear the table, you guys set up the game,” Jesse said, laughing. Grant was competitive, but not that much, not over a board game. He just liked firing her up, Jesse knew. And Jesse liked watching him do it. He stacked their dishes and took them into the kitchen. He gave them a thorough rinse before slotting them into the dishwasher, then made coffee and pulled out cream and sugar. It couldn’t have been much more than five minutes before he walked into the dining room to ask how Stephanie liked her coffee, so he was shocked to see her pulling on her coat, heading to the front door, Grant staring after her, a look of uncertainty on his face. “Hey!” “Sorry, sorry, I forgot something.” She was opening the door, not really looking at him. “I have to go now.” “But—” He looked to Grant, but the man was just standing there, scowling. “Got to go!...