Desiree Holt - Caught in the Middle

Tom had unselfishly told the other man that any children they had would be just as much Dante’s as his. There was still a lot to work out between the three of them, but Madison knew they were all in for the long haul.

She loved her men and had committed to both.

Stripping out of her sweater, she quickly headed for the shower. Six long weeks had passed, and Doc had told her she needed to be careful. She’d been stabbed nineteen times.

The men had taken the doctor at his word when he told them no activity that could pull her stitches, which meant she hadn’t been physically loved in too many weeks.

But Doc had given her the go ahead, and she planned to take her men to bed and not let them out until they were all fully sated.

Madison showered quickly, not taking time to play, wanting to be in bed when the men got home. Drying her body, she wrapped a towel around her head and opened the door to the bedroom.

And stopped in her tracks at the sight of two men naked and waiting in bed.

Placing her hands on her hips, she glared at them. “How did you know?”

Both men laughed before Tom answered. “I saw Doc in town. He told me I needed to hurry home and take care of a pressing matter.” Reaching down, he fisted his cock. “And let me tell you, baby, it is pressing.”

Madison blew out a breath and shifted her gaze to Dante. He was fully healed as he’d promised, but Madison would always remember how he had sacrificed himself for her.

Now the beautiful man was stroking his erection ever so slowly. Blowing out her breath, she shrugged and ran and jumped on the bed.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Dante warned, pulling her up and between them.

Madison straddled his waist and licked his lips. “No more being careful.”

Dante nodded and his lips went to her throat. Madison reached over and grabbed Tom’s wrist.

“Mine,” she growled, prying his hand from his shaft.

Tom sent her a dazzling smile before he moved up behind her. Teasing her slick folds, he nipped her shoulder. “Yes, it is.”

Dante’s mouth moved lower, his lips sealing over one nipple while Tom cupped her other breast from behind.

Madison wiggled her hips. “Inside me. Both of you.”

The men’s eyes met and they shared a smile. “Your wish…”Dante started.

“…is our command,” Tom finished. “You little witch.”

Crissy Smith lives in Texas with her husband, daughter, and three Labrador retrievers. When not writing or reading, she enjoys hunting, camping and shooting.

But she has a girly side too and is addicted to pedicures and coffee.

She has been writing since she was a teenager and still loves everything to do with the paranormal. Her stories and characters all have a place in her heart. She loves the alpha male, the dominant werewolf, or the Master vampire which find their way in most of her books.

Crissy is currently working on her first series for Total-E-Bound called Were Chronicles. She will introduce her readers to a hidden world of wolf shifters and their unpredictable mates. The first book Pack Alpha will be released in May 2009.

Email: cmsmith0328@yahoo.com

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Anneke was so fucking through with this mess. Men like Jones were an incompetent lot, and there sure were a fuck load of them.

“Ugh,” she stormed around the office, aware of the lush furniture that complimented Jones and his seemingly expensive taste. In truth, she’d been with him when he’d made his last few purchases, all discount knock-offs of clothing and furniture that would make the average woman sick from the sheer amount of his cheapness.

But that was only one straw out of many on the camel’s back.

“You were fucking another man last night and that whore. What more is there to say?”

“But Anna, wait!” Standing, he reached out to her over his cluttered desk. His hair had been parted in the centre so that it curled upwards, showing off his dark skin, delicate jaw and soft features. Dressed in a power suit that showed off clean lines and a tailored appearance, he had the looks all right.

But she didn’t care. Anneke spun on a heel and marched towards the door. Reaching for the handle, she looked over her shoulder, an angry smirk on her face. “Fuck off, Jones. We’re through. Deal with it.”

She stormed from her former lover’s office. She started down the hallway, aware he was calling her name. She had no time for fools. Running a hand through her auburn hair, she lunged down another hallway until she came to the elevator.

The previous evening, Thom Jones had left her high and dry for the last time. He’d started off with some excuse about how he’d been busy until late at work, but she knew better. He was with that fucking whore of an ex of his-the woman who could probably suck a tennis ball through a garden hose. What was her name?

Jennifer.

Evil bitch.

Not that Anneke could blame Jennifer. She’d met the woman once and realised within ten seconds that Jennifer was just as shallow as Thom. They’d be a perfect match for each other until the sniping started, and Jennifer realised Thom liked dick.

Oh well. Anneke stepped inside the elevator and vowed never to darken this doorway again. Tomorrow, she’d look for some excitement of her own. Tired of the same old bullshit routine of dating a man, fucking him if he was commitment-worthy, or dumping him if he was a slob, she decided what she really wanted was two men. Well hell, she actually seemed to need two men. One wasn’t enough for her, that much she’d found out early on.

Silence stopped her when she realised she’d quit moving and was no longer in Thom’s office. A male co-worker looked askance at her.

Anneke glowered.

The man stepped away quickly as if there were a threat.

Which, there was.

Leaving the elevator, Anneke picked up where she’d left off, heading towards the parking garage, a smile on her lips.

Yeah, two men.

She licked her lips at the thought-two men who would be solely focused on her pleasure, her experiences.

The last time she was with a man had been awhile. Jones had been something to pass the time but one couldn’t call what they did sex. More like a blind grunting monkey trying to find the proper hole with a pencil. Of course, the reality with two men was that they’d have to compliment each other as well as her.

Her head and heart were separate forces to reckon with. One man would balance out her emotional side. The other would be for her mentality. That’d be good. It was silly of her to think that she could get either of that shit from Jones.

Sure Jones was good looking, tall and dark skinned. But he wasn’t a real man. He was more of a bitch. Mainly because he’d said he was straight, but the way he’d been with her in the sack had been less than okay.