Free Sated by Lucy Felthouse Page A

cheeks and perky nipples.
    Ace’s talents didn’t extend to mind-reading, but it didn’t matter. He’d pegged me right away.
    “Super!” he said, clapping his hands like an excitable child. “I’ll give Barton a call and make some arrangements. Any nights this week you’re not free, babe?”
    “Hey, hey, wait a minute!” I said, my brain finally kicking in and overriding my hormones. “I need to know more before I agree to this. Lots more. Who’s Barton? I don’t know him, I’ve never met him. He’s never met me. What if we don’t fancy each other? The three of us can’t just hop into bed and hope it works out for the best—”
    Ace’s hands on my shoulders, squeezing gently, stopped my panicked flow of words. “Aneesa, relax. This isn’t something I cooked up on a whim, you know. This appeals to all three of us—you want to be fucked by two men at once, Barton wants to share a woman with another man, and I’ve been dying to see you with another guy for ages. It’s a win-win situation. But,” he continued, placing a finger on my lips, “it definitely isn’t going to be a case of hopping into bed and hoping it works out. When I said I was going to make some arrangements, I meant arrangements to meet Barton. Just a no-strings attached drink at a bar, so the two of you can get to know each other, find out if there’s something between you. If not, we walk away. If so, then we’ll figure out what we do next.”
    He pressed a kiss to the end of my nose, then pulled me into an embrace. I know he was comforting me, assuring me everything would be all right, but I couldn’t help noticing the erection that dug into my stomach. I didn’t know whether it was the threesome thing or just me that was getting Ace going. It didn’t really matter. Simply knowing he was aroused revved my motor. Before I lost the power of thought again, though, I said, “O—okay. Call him. Arrange to meet. How about tomorrow night?”
    “Ooh,” Ace purred, then nibbled on my earlobe, “somebody’s eager.”
    I swatted him on the arm. “I’m eager for you, now, you idiot. Now go make that damn phone call, then get back here and fuck me, pronto.”
    Pulling away with a grin, Ace nodded. “All right, sugar, I’m going. Why don’t you get your gorgeous brown ass naked and on the bed?” He pointed unnecessarily to our huge bed. “I will be back soon. ”
    Rolling my eyes at his use of the phrase ‘brown ass’, I nevertheless did as he asked. In spite of his years on the planet, and the relative amount of experience, it was a constant source of fascination for him to compare our skin tones. His pale, typical British coloring—though there’s nothing else remotely typical about him—and my much darker skin, courtesy of my Indian parents. It had earned me many pet names and amusing endearments, which he added to all the time, so I never knew what he was going to come out with next. He did seem to favor ‘brown ass’ however, which he proved when he walked back into the room several moments later.
    “Okay,” he said, with a wide smile and an exaggerated swagger, “it’s on for tomorrow. Now, get yourself over my knee, my darling. I’m going to spank that delicious brown ass of yours.”
    I did mention that spanking is one of the things that made it onto our regular list, didn’t I?

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    “So…” I said, shifting restlessly in the passenger seat of the car, “what’s, uh, Barton like?”
    Ace glanced across at me, an eyebrow raised. “You’re asking me this now? Now we’re actually on our way to meet him?”
    “Yeah, so?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I just want to know what I’m letting myself in for. What it’ll be like if we, uh, you know, agree to go through with it.”
    “Ahh.” Ace’s grin reached from ear to ear. “Now I get it. I understand what you’re really asking me. You want to know what it’s like to sleep with a werewolf, don’t you?”
    Heat took over