Raising the Stakes: Three of a Kind, Book 2 by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online Page A

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    The soft, sexy sighs Meg released every few minutes did nothing to improve his disposition. Gone were the few minutes of fun he and Meg had shared.
    So help him, he was jealous. Jealous, frustrated and more than a little pissed off, both with himself, for not coming to his senses sooner, and with Alex, for touching the woman Des loved. Every bet Alex made, he challenged. So aggressively, more than one comment was passed around the table.
    “Not in your character, Reedy.” Jay laughed.
    “You pissed off or something?” Trev wanted to know.
    Des didn’t give a shit. He played for all his worth. There might be social restraints dictating the way he had to treat the guy, preventing him from physically attacking Alex. There might also be that small issue of size holding him back. Alex was a head taller and a good few inches broader than Des. Still Des felt an absurd need to get to him, to show the man up any way he could.
    He won three consecutive hands and felt no better.
    The later the evening became, the blacker Des’s thoughts turned. Alex’s hand was no longer on Meg’s back. It was on her knee. His mouth was by her ear, and even on the other side of her, Des could hear the rasping of Alex’s voice as he whispered to her.
    When Alex walked his fingers under the hem of Meg’s sundress, Des had enough. He threw his cards on the table and jumped up.
    “I fold.” He stalked over to the sliding doors.
    “Where are you going?” Meg asked.
    “Outside.” Christ, he tried not to snap at her but couldn’t stop himself in time.
    “Why?”
    Because if I don’t, I’m going to break every finger on Alex’s hand. “I need a cigarette.”
    With that, he stepped outside, managing to resist the urge to slam the doors shut behind him. He crossed the small garden in a few long strides, heading for the shadows of the big gum tree in the back. Under the cloak of darkness he let rip with several foul curses and kicked the thick tree trunk hard enough to break his toe.
    It didn’t help one fucking bit.

    Alex looked from Megan’s face to the sliding doors and back to Megan’s face. Her mouth hung open and her eyes had widened. They were filled with confusion and turmoil.
    Her good mood slipped away as tangibly as if she’d wiped the smile off her face.
    Tension coiled in Alex’s gut. All was not well in paradise. He’d been a fucking idiot in the car over here, asking if she still loved Des.
    Her nod had been a poker through his chest.
    He’d grimaced. They’d spent the preceding hour naked and sweaty together. On her initiation, not his. Not that he’d complained. She’d slid her dress over her hip, flashing him a glimpse of her pantiless butt, and he’d been a goner. Before she’d let the skirt fall back into place, he’d dropped to his knees, buried his mouth in her pussy and licked her like a lollipop. But it was his strategically placed finger in her ass that had set her off on her first round of convulsions.
    The second round was brought on by his cock in her pussy and the third by an active session of backdoor sex. Alex’s own orgasm was about the biggest he’d ever had. He broke into a sweat just remembering.
    “I love you too,” she’d told him in the car. “More than I ever thought possible.”
    It was difficult holding on to her words now, when her face mirrored Des’s turbulence.
    “Think we should call it a night?” Jules asked in the stunned silence that followed Des’s exit.
    Max nodded. “Might as well. It’s late. We’ll play again next week.”
    Hunter gathered the cards together. “Count your chips. I’ll sort out the winnings.”
    Megan ignored her booty. She stared out the door, into the dark night.
    Knowing he’d regret his words the second he spoke them, Alex leaned close to Megan. “Go to him.”
    She turned to him with big, worried eyes.
    “Go,” Alex said again. “He needs you.”
    “But…” She didn’t finish. Didn’t need to. They were both thinking about