Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland (100 best novels of all time TXT) 📗

he"d had to force himself to think about tax returns and baseball statistics and his Great Aunt Ethel until the erection subsided. Destiny had asked if he could imagine anything hotter. He hadn"t answered her. But in the bright light of day he had to admit, if only to himself, that he couldn"t. Maybe there had once been something else rattling around in his sexual imaginings, but now that she"d planted that image there, it was stuck. He was stuck.

Only it was a totally crazy idea, wasn"t it?

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Samantha Wayland

Sitting at his desk, painfully aware of the people around him, he stared blindly at his computer screen and tried to make sense of his rioting emotions and imagination.

The first hurdle, and the one that even one week before would have seemed insurmountable to him, was that she wasn"t talking about a threesome in the old Letters-to-Playboy, Penthouse-Forum, classic-guy-fantasy kind of way. She was talking about a triad. He"d looked it up. That"s what they were called. A triad. Three equal partners who all shared with each other.

She was talking about him fucking Brandon. And Brandon fucking him.

He was acutely aware of the goose bumps racing over his skin, lifting the hairs on his arms, on the back of his neck, sending a jolt down his spine that settled in his balls as they drew up tight.

For Christ"s sake, this was insane. When had the mere idea of fucking Brandon stopped being enough to send him screaming from the room and started being so damn arousing?

Like the total coward he was, he let his fear take hold and shied away from thinking about it. He"d get back to that issue. There were still plenty of others to deal with.

Like the fact that he"d been patiently waiting for Destiny to be available for the better part of a freaking year so that he could pick the right time to re-enter her life. Her bed. Only this time, he"d been thinking about staying. About trying to convince her to stay in spite of her strong misgivings about any long-term romantic commitment. He hadn"t quite figured out how he was going to do this and he had no doubt she"d freak if she knew he was even considering it, but what he did know was there wasn"t anyone he"d ever met, let alone been with, that he"d loved as much. Or as long.

That they had remained friends through all the ons and offs had to mean something. Each time they"d split up, he"d missed her more. Thought about her more and more often. He was pretty sure he knew what it meant, even if it would terrify Destiny to hear him say it.

Hell, it had only been this past year that he"d begun to accept what had been obvious all along. He"d had a few other offers for dates, for sex, for whatever might happen. He"d declined them all. He hadn"t wanted to be with any of them. Until Brandon.

Until Brandon.

Which brought him to the next issue. He didn"t kid himself. He wasn"t known for being a good sharer. Not where women were concerned. Only, for the first time in his life, Destiny had told him about kissing and touching another man. About wanting another man. About wanting to be with Brandon. And it hadn"t bothered him at all. No jealousy. No anger, no hurt, nothing but a hard-on and another bout of trying to shove his growing desire for his best friend back in the box from which it had sprung.

He tried to imagine Destiny kissing someone else besides Brandon. Another officer, maybe. Patrick looked around the bullpen. Maybe Mike Perez, the new hot-shot in the department who had all the ladies giggling over in dispatch.

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Destiny Calls

And there it was. Jealousy. He had the almost uncontrollable urge to punch the man in the face. Destiny was her own woman, he respected that, but picturing her with another man made one word pound at his temples.

Mine.

On a whim, he tried to imagine Perez kissing Brandon next. Tried to picture their lips locked, their hands all over each other.

Clapping a hand to his forehead, he held his head up with an elbow on the desk. He was in deep shit. Because it was there again. The anger, the jealousy. The word.

Mine.

Then he pictured Destiny and Brandon together, their arms wrapped around each other, hands gliding over asses, breasts crushed to chest, throaty moans and jerking hips, and all he got from that was yet another erection.

Goddamn it.

Destiny was right. He couldn"t think of anything hotter than seeing her and Brandon together. Nothing would be hotter than being there with them. He could barely imagine the pleasure that could be had through enjoying his best friends enjoying each other.

Which brought him to the final and most frightening thing about all of this. These were his best friends. His two oldest, dearest friends. The two people who knew him better than anyone else on earth. Not one of them had parents that were worth a damn and since the tender age of fifteen, the three of them had been together. They"d practically raised each other. Destiny and Brandon had been there for every one of his highs, his lows and all the garbage in between.

Could he risk that? What if he lost them both?

Quite simply, the thought terrified him. He couldn"t come up with a single thing in the world that would be worse or hurt more. He didn"t know if he had the guts to take that kind of risk.

Even if he couldn"t stop thinking about how good it might be.

Which brought him back to the place he"d been all day. Stuck.

His phone rang and he saw that it was Destiny calling. He didn"t answer. He didn"t have anything new to say. When he"d walked her to his front door the night before, she"d stood on the stoop, staring at him until he"d kissed her lips once, gently, and told her