Free Destined to Be Three by Mia Ashlinn

sweetheart.”
    Jaycee stuck her tongue out playfully.
    Gray had forgotten how much fun it was to banter with Jaycee. The playfulness and the innuendos only drove their lust higher.
    “I can think of more pleasant things you could be doing with that pretty tongue of yours,” Gray retorted smugly.
    Jaycee’s seductive smile made his heart flip. Her smoldering eyes met his. “Big boy, you still have on pants. I cannot exactly suck your cock if it’s locked away in your jeans.”
    Gray’s dick strained in the already-confined space. He wondered if he should be thankful he was going commando or not. It was very easy access but uncomfortable as hell to have his naked cock pressing against the unyielding zipper.
    Gray reached for the button of his pants, but halted when he realized Cade watched them avidly. Cade was as voyeuristic as a person could be. So, Gray was about to give him one hell of a show. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down with deliberate slowness.
    Cade groaned. “Shit, Gray, stop hogging the lady. It’s my turn.”

Chapter 8

    Standing outside in a nearly deserted parking lot with the sun at her back, Jaycee still managed to feel like someone had dashed a bucket of freezing cold water on her. The desire-filled fog cleared, and comprehension dawned. She was doing what she’d promised herself she would never do again—choosing one over the other.
    Panicking, Jaycee shoved Gray away from her with trembling hands. “Get off me, Gray. Please. Please, just get off me.”
    Disappointment flooded Jaycee when Gray stepped away. She’d wanted him to fight her, not accept her appeal. He made life so much easier when he pissed her off.
    Jaycee grabbed the remnants of her torn shirt and made an effort to cover her breasts as much as possible. It was futile, so she let it go and stood in the middle of the parking lot proudly with her shirt gaping and her breasts exposed to the heat of the sun.
    “What, sweetheart?”
    “Darlin’, what’s wrong?”
    They spoke to her at the exact same time. Since she didn’t know which one to look at, she wouldn’t look at either of them. Her eyes fell to the blisteringly hot asphalt underneath her sneakers.
    “Don’t you want me?” Jaycee could hear the hurt in Cade’s husky voice and wanted to smack him for being so obtuse.
    So she did. She whacked him on the side of his head, and it made her feel good, really good. “Of course I want you, dumbass. That’s not the problem.”
    Gray cleared his throat, distracting her. “Then I’m the problem? If it’s me, I’ll go.” He made a move to leave.
    Jaycee hit him, too. This time, she didn’t feel vindicated, though. She felt pissed. They hadn’t been back in her life a full week, and she was already being driven to violence. “Gray, you’re an asshole. You come here and dangle what I want in front of me then walk away as if you don’t give a damn. Well, fine. I don’t need you, and I don’t need him.” She pointed at Cade viciously.
    Jaycee turned on her heel and stalked back toward her apartment, muttering under her breath the whole way.
    Before she reached the steps leading to her apartment, someone grabbed her from behind. She shrieked and struggled to get away from the man holding her.
    “Oh, baby. You just made my fucking day,” Gray whispered gruffly in Jaycee’s ear.
    One of the hands at her waist journeyed up her rib cage, stopping at her breasts long enough to flick her already-hard nipple. Then, much to her chagrin, he continued upward, gliding over her neck, into the mass of curly hair.
    Jaycee was about to explode in anticipation. This Gray was unknown to her, but not entirely unfamiliar. He’d been lurking under the surface for years, and she was about to get her first real dose. She shuddered at the thought of what was to come.
    Gray caressed her hair and rubbed her scalp.
    Jaycee’s body went slack, the tension in her muscles disappeared in a flash, and her breathing slowed. She