thought out of
his mind.
His sexuality was a part of him, a part he didn’t want to change, and saw no reason
to change. Could he have been so wrong about Ella? Was he mistaking the excitement,
the unspoken challenge she tempted him with? Could he do without watching another
man fuck her? He could, it wasn’t about sharing her. Besides, it wouldn’t be a common
thing. He wasn’t that depraved. He wanted his woman to himself. And only one man.
He had already discussed it with the one he had chosen to introduce her into the
pleasures of a threesome. But could she accept it?
James was well aware that Charlie had, in depth, given Ella all the gossip she
thought she had on the Trojans. He snorted silently. The ninny who had pinned that
name on them didn’t have the sense God gave a goose. Unfortunately, one of the
leading members of the unofficial group had married her. He sighed wearily.
Whatever name you put to it, they were a group, of sorts. Nearly a dozen men who
had met in college, and over the course of several years had gravitated together based
on their sexual practices and their need to discuss and learn from each other’s mistakes.
There had been many. Often due to a member’s unlucky choice of a lover who refused
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or even reviled their dominance. At present, there were eight of them, all in their
thirties, all still looking for that one woman who could accept them.
Jesse leaned back in his chair, tipping his beer back and taking a healthy drink as
James watched him. Finally, he shrugged. “She most likely knows what’s coming,
James. Ella can be a pure witch when she’s riled. If she hasn’t cut your balls off yet, then
most likely she’s not going to.”
James winced. That didn’t do much to reassure him. He tipped his own beer back,
staring up at the ceiling of Jesse’s home as he contemplated the coming evening. He had
called Saxen earlier to set the time to meet him at Ella’s home, and as that time rapidly
approached, he found he was becoming more nervous than he had thought he would
be.
“Saxen was my choice for tonight,” he informed his brother quietly.
Jesse nodded slowly. “He’s a good choice.”
The tall, dark-skinned engineer worked with them at Delacourte Electronics as well,
and was one of the most dependable men James knew.
He had spent over an hour talking to Jesse and getting nowhere. He wasn’t any
closer to stilling the nerves running riot inside him than he was to begin with.
“You have been of absolutely no help whatsoever,” he finally sighed as he set the
empty bottle on the glass coffee table and rose to his feet to leave. “Remind me of this
when you finally decide to get off your ass and make your move on Terrie.”
Jesse grunted as he rose to his feet to his feet. “Damned women. What did we do to
deserve them?”
James shook his head. “I would say we were just lucky, but I’m starting to wonder
about that one.”
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Chapter Thirteen
His bags weren’t sitting on the porch. James pulled in behind Saxen’s Mustang and
breathed out a hard sigh of relief. He’d be damned, but he had never been this nervous
in his life. His entire future, his relationship with Ella and his own needs were riding on
this final day. If she turned him away, would he have the strength to stay in control and
to walk away from one of the most important aspects of his sexuality?
He would if he had to. He admitted that to himself. Ella was more important than
his desire, more important than his life. But he knew if he allowed it to happen, then
neither of them would ever know complete fulfillment. That was his main concern. He
knew Ella, better sometimes than she knew herself, and he knew she needed the
extreme boundaries of sex just as intensely as he needed it for her. Pulling the keys from
the ignition, he opened the door and stepped out of the car as Sax unfolded his tall
frame from the
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