She always got anything she wanted…

Playing with Fire 2, Book 1

A teenage crush on her big brother’s boyfriend. It was one of the few times in her spoiled-little-sister life that Alexa had to swallow the word “no”. She got over it, or she thought she had—until her brother’s wedding brings Eric back into her life, as flirty and fun as ever. It never mattered to her that he’s gay. Attraction is attraction.

One illicit kiss, and their reconnection blows her mind and rekindles girlish hopes. Then he sets her away from him and runs like hell.

Eric can’t believe that a woman’s touch arouses him. Not just any woman, but sweet Alexa, and he can’t help but want more. Desperate to come clean, he confesses all to his steady boyfriend, Brandon, expecting anger. But Brandon’s intrigued. He wants to meet the woman who’s tied Eric up in knots. With luck, maybe she’ll relight the spark between them.

Alexa may have lost her chance with Eric, but the consolation prize—a fling with him and Brandon, is too tempting to resist. She never expected to love both men, or to secretly yearn to belong to the one who commands her body like no other…


Alexa went still at Brandon’s seemingly innocent words. Well it was his tone that was innocent—his words were anything but.

“Then what would you say if I told you that you could have sex with Eric, but I’m part of the bargain. Would you be interested?”

She accepted their invitation for drinks and ended up getting propositioned within minutes of arriving? What the hell?

And what the hell was wrong with her that she was actually considering it?

“You don’t have to answer that,” Eric said, reaching across the table to give her hand a gentle squeeze. His expression was full of both understanding and worry, and she wondered if he even knew his boyfriend had been going to mention something like this.

Her gaze drifted back to Brandon and noted the tension in his firm jaw, the rigid line of his impossibly broad shoulders. The guy was a regular Adonis. She bet if she stripped him naked he would be male perfection personified. And his face…no wonder Eric fell for him. It was a thing of pure masculine beauty with the most gorgeous set of lips she’d ever seen on a man.

The thought of those lips wandering over her skin, kissing her mouth, sucking on her nipples, sent a rush of tingles cascading throughout her body.

“I’ll answer it,” she finally said, once she recovered her voice. “Is that why you guys invited me out tonight? To see if you could get in my pants?”

“Of course not,” Eric said at the same time Brandon offered a simple “yes”.

The two men glared at each other, and she had the insane urge to giggle uncontrollably.

“I have a tendency to believe Brandon over you, Eric,” she said, her voice soft, her breath lodged in her throat as she waited for their reply.

Eric sighed and shook his head. “Fine. It was his idea. He became interested when I told him I kissed you and became…aroused.”

A little thrill filled her at the thought that their outrageous kiss had caused the same reaction within Eric as it had for her. “I told you it was intense.”

“It was,” Eric admitted, his gaze skittering in Brandon’s direction.

Brandon didn’t seem bothered by his admission in the least. “He’s never been interested in a woman before. Not like he’s interested in you, Alexa. And that interests me.”

She finally couldn’t contain it any longer; she laughed. Laughed and laughed even as the server brought over their plate of appetizers. Her hunger was long forgotten as she considered this odd situation she found herself in.

Months of the single life and she’d been okay with it. She hadn’t found anyone who interested her and that had been fine. She had her vibrator when the urge for an orgasm came over her. She viewed it as stress relief more than anything.

But now she had not just one but two gorgeous guys interested in her. Two gay guys who…what? Wanted to include her in their kinky sex games? Did they both want to have sex with her at the same time? Were they exhibitionists and wanted to be with each other while she watched?

Her cheeks flamed, and she took another much-needed drink. “So you want to have sex with me.”

Eric nearly spit out the potato skin he’d been munching on. “Lex.”

“I want to get to know you first,” Brandon said quietly as he watched her carefully. Damn if she didn’t want to squirm. “I think something could—happen if we let it.”

“This is weird,” she said with a slight shake of her head.

“Don’t question it,” he said, his deep voice low, rippling along her nerve endings and making the tiny hairs on her arms stand up. “Just go with your gut reaction. What’s it telling you to do?”

She studied his face, his hazel eyes, his beautiful, sinful mouth. God, he really was gorgeous. The most gorgeous man she’d ever encountered. And Eric certainly was no slouch. He was beautiful in his own right with the dirty blond hair and sharp masculine features. She knew many of the women and even a few of the men in the building cast envious glances her way—only because she sat at the table with two of the most handsome men in the entire bar.

“My gut’s telling me that you’re crazy.” She paused and let her words sink in, experienced a little thrill when she caught the worried glimmer shining in his eyes. “And that I’m crazy for even considering it.”

“You’d consider it?” She heard the shock in Eric’s voice, and she laughed again.

“I would. Now tell me how you boys are going to convince me this is the right thing to do?”

“This has nothing to do with right or wrong.” Brandon’s expression was intense, subdued.