Young, Allyson - The Promise [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] by Allyson Young Read Free Book Online Page B

“We make a list of infractions, Jilly, and think up the consequences. It’s fun.”
    “Hmmm. Maybe I should start making my own list,” she mused. “I already know whose name I’m putting down first.”
    “Doesn’t work that way, babe,” said Sean. “You don’t get to keep a list. I’m never giving you a pencil.”
    “We’ll see,” Jilly answered demurely. “Anyway, I have a really good memory.”
    The three of them were lost in their thoughts as they satisfied their hunger. Peter and Sean drank beer while Jillian just sipped at her wine. She hadn’t forgotten the margaritas and wasn’t going to let alcohol impair her judgment with these men or take away from the experience.
    “So, what are we going to do after this magnificent feast you pulled together, Peter?” she asked, smiling at his expression. “I am tired, so nothing too strenuous.”
    Peter shrugged. “I’m good to rest up for later.”
    Sean also signaled his willingness to hold off on further sexual gymnastics for the time being.
    Peter suggested, “Let’s watch a movie.”
    Jillian shook her head. “I’d rather play another game, if you aren’t too chickenshit,” she announced. “You have a pool table in the other bedroom, and this building must have recreational facilities.”           
    “Uh-uh, babe. We aren’t leaving this condo until the end of the week. Nice try, though.” Sean stretched and gave her another look. “Pool it is. But you aren’t wearing that towel.”
    Jillian shivered and tried a melting look. “But I’ll get cold,” she whined.
    Sean pulled her to her feet. “We’ll turn the heat up. C’mon.”
    Jillian allowed him to tug her down the hallway without protest and didn’t say anything when he whirled her out of the towel, enjoying his blatant scrutiny of her naked form. She didn’t feel so pudgy in that moment. He bent to kiss her, and she gave it her all. He was such a good kisser, although Peter didn’t lose any points in that regard. She couldn’t decide whom she preferred out of the two of them. It was bothersome because she couldn’t have them both. Could she? If they were even still interested at the end of the promised week.
    Peter entered the room, having put away the lunch items. “Thinking again, honey?”
    Jillian backed out of Sean’s arms and got nose-to-chest with Peter. “You think you are so smart. You think you know me so well. We’ll see. Snooker rules, no deviation. Winner plays the next person, and that winner decides the festivities. Okay? Oh, and the first loser gets a double penalty.”
     
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    Sean rolled his eyes at Peter. Jillian had said “snooker.” Christ, would they ever tire of this incredible woman and her continual surprises? Peter might know her moods and habits, working alongside her so intensely as he had done, but he sure as shit didn’t know everything. Sean began to plot ways to distract her from the game, or either he or Peter was going to be on the other end of the sex play. Again.
    Sean and Jillian played first. Sean played a little grab ass and managed to slide a finger up her pussy a time or two when she spread over the table for a shot. He so wanted to tie her down on the green felt and play with her. His cock felt like it could pound nails, and Peter had a glazed look as he watched her make shot after shot, her breasts flattened against the rails, her ass in the air doing a little shimmy. Flashes of her pink folds tantalized, but it was her air of total concentration and the nibbling on her full bottom lip as she weighed each shot that did it for him. She had sucked them both off with skill and fervor with those beautiful lips and hot mouth. Peter had shared Jilly’s shy assertion the night of the margaritas about not really liking fellatio, especially the never swallowing part until she had met him. Sean figured he was included in her change of heart because she had swallowed him down with undisguised relish. Twice. She was