SOMETHING AMAZING: THE THREE GRACES BOOK FOUR

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SOMETHING AMAZING: THE THREE GRACES BOOK FOUR

by Nia Farrell

Length 20,831 words.  Release date August 1, 2018.

Amazon Universal/KU http://mybook.to/TG4 

Amazon US  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07F2QHJ5R

Goodreads http://bit.ly/TG4GR 

 

Nico White is a bisexual American Indian musician and a shaman who has visions of his soulmates.  In his dreams, there are always three of them—two men and one woman who reincarnate together again and again.  He meets psychic medium Grace Murphy first, but it’s six months more before they meet J.T. Santiago, an ex-Navy SEAL and former cage fighter with PTSD on top of the guilt that he’s still carrying from other lifetimes that they’ve shared.  It soon becomes clear that the reason they’re together again is to help J.T. heal.

J.T. is a Dominant, but he’s never had a male submissive and Grace and Nico are a package deal.  It’s a learning curve for all of them, with J.T.’s initiation into MMF and MM relations and Grace’s introduction to BDSM.  With Grace’s yin, J.T’s yang, and Nico’s center balance, the three of them come together as far as J.T.’s PTSD will allow.  But healing the present means remembering the past, however painful it might be.

An interracial paranormal MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance.  The book shares some scenes with Something Else (The Three Graces Book One) told from Nico’s point of view and includes additional scenes.  Contains explicit sexual content, written for mature readers.  Ages 18+.

 

Excerpt:

The Pumphouse is hopping.  The line’s out the door, and the temperature is dropping now that the sun is behind City Hall.  When Grace shivers, I take her shawl, wrap it and my arms around her, and pull her back against me.  The top of her head fits under my chin.  Inhaling deeply, I smell the light fragrance of her shampoo and honeysuckle on her skin.

“Mmm,” she breathes, relaxing against me like we’ve known each other forever, not just eight hours or so.  “I’m going to have to apologize to Anna.  She tried to get us together before this, but the timing never worked out.  Between fairs on weekends, readings in the evenings, and my job at THE Bookstore, I haven’t had much time for myself.  Have I told you that I’m glad you came?”

“You can tell me again,” I assure her.  “I’m glad that you’re here, too, Grace.  At long fucking last,” I add pointedly, whispering in her ear.

Just when I think she can’t get any cuter, she giggles.

She turns her head to whisper back, “I thought you were going to say, ‘But I haven’t come.  Yet…’”  She falls silent, all traces of humor gone, the instant she feels me swelling against her back.  “Nico?”

I fight the urge to grind my hips into hers.  If she had any idea of how badly I want her, and how roughly I’d like to take her, she’d be freaking right now.

“Grace.  Sweetheart.  Don’t.  Move.  Otherwise, they’re going to get dinner and a show.”

We’ve already attracted attention as the only a male/female couple in line.  I see at least one former sexual partner in the queue, but David’s not interested in a mixed-gender ménage.  An all-male review is more his style, and the more, the merrier.

“Sorry.  Sir.”  The first word tells me that she understands.  The second lets me know what her psychic radar’s already picked up on me.  I’ve never discussed BDSM with Anna.  We keep things platonic between us and pour our passion into our music.

Good girl,” I tell Grace.  “I can see we’re going to get along just fine, but you do know we’re missing one, right?  If your dreams match mine, you know there are three of us.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.  This time, when she trembles, it’s not from the cold.

“Have you met him?”

“No.”

“Me, neither.  Soon, though.  Don’t you think?  Now that we’ve met, surely he’s close.”

“I hope the hell so,” she breathes.  “I was starting to think I missed you guys, that I’ve been saving myself for nothing.”  She goes quiet for a moment.  “I don’t have any experience.  Will that bother you?”

“Ah, Grace.”  I bury my nose in her hair and nuzzle the top of her head.  “Once he gets here, we’ll give what you can take, and take what you can give.”

She’s shaking now.  I can smell her arousal.  If I slip my hand between us and cup her sex, I’m certain that she’s sopping wet, the crotch of her leggings soaked with her juices, imagining what it will be like to be taken by two men.

Or one man, while he takes me.

 

SEXCERPT:

I lean down to kiss her, claiming the lips that I’ve only dreamed about.  She melts into me, tasting, feeling, smelling the musk of our arousal.  Reaching up, she weaves the fingers of one hand in my hair and touches me with the other, learning, exploring, discovering what I have to offer.

She’s shy enough, she keeps things above my waist.  I slide a hand around to her low back, pull her tight against me, and let her feel just how much I want her.

J.T. strips, climbs on the bed, and sits against the center of the headboard.  The engorged length of his meaty nine-inch cock rises like a Shiva lingam stone, ready to be worshipped and adored.

He motions for Grace to join him and has her lie with her head between his spread knees and her arms raised.  He manacles her slim wrists with his large, callused hands.  His cock dips toward her face, pre-cum glistening in the slit.

Talk about sin on a stick.

I tear off the rest of my clothes.

“Fuck, girl,” he growls.  “Nico, look at her, man.  She’s fucking perfect.  I can’t believe you didn’t tap this already.  Six months, you held back.  Are you some kind of fucking saint?”

Grace’s eyes meet mine.  I’m standing, nude, at the foot of the bed, fisting myself, lusting at the sight of her being held by J.T.  Remembering the bondage on her browser history, I could easily get off just seeing her restrained and at his mercy.

I make a mental note to buy ropes.

Lots of ropes.

“Legs wide, baby girl.”  J.T. twists her nipple.  Grace gasps so hard, it wouldn’t surprise me if she had an orgasm.  She blushes and turns her head.

“No.”  J.T. orders her to look at me.  “You don’t take your eyes off him, understood?  Now spread those legs.  Nico, get in here.  Get between those white thighs of hers.  Can’t you see?  She’s ready for you, man.”

Grace watches me with parted lips and bedroom eyes, expectant, willing, hopeful.  I let mine drift south, past the creamy swell of her breasts, the dent of her navel, the jut of her hip bones, to the glistening folds below her mons.  Knowing that I’ll be the first man inside her makes me as hard as I’ve ever been.

I tap her clit with my cock and slide it lower, wetting the head with her juices.  Parting her swollen folds, I lock my gaze on hers and push my crown inside.

Her labored pants and the fear in her eyes tell me that she’s fighting panic.  Shallow breaths hiss between her clenched teeth and mine.  I dare to go deeper, dredging into her, tearing her tender flesh.

She grimaces and bites her lips.

I flex my hips and push deeper.

Her face contorts with pain.  “Dear.  God.  Bless it.”

At her words, I freeze, holding myself suspended above her on trembling arms.  Damn it, I hate that I’m hurting her when she feels so fucking perfect to me.  I want to make this good for both of us.

“You’re doing fine, baby girl.”  Shifting, J.T. keeps her wrists secured in one hand and reaches for her breasts with the other.  “Love these tits,” he growls.  “Fuck.  I could bite and suck these all night long.  Sometime soon, we’re going to put on a movie or find a game on T.V.   We’ll lay you out on the coffee table and munch on you for hours, me and Nico.  Neck, breasts, nipples, toes, pussy… until there’s not an inch of you we haven’t tasted.”

“Fuck.”  Grace looks like she’s on the verge of coming, turned on by J.T.’s dirty talk.

I let her have her moment, then pull her from whatever fantasy she’s entertaining.  “Grace.  Sweetheart, I need to move.”

Grace looks at me.  Emotions play across her face.  Discomfort.  Arousal.  Puzzlement.  Impatience.  Confusion.  Displeasure.

“Fuck me.  Fuck.  Me!” she orders, then bites my chest.

What the hell, Grace?

 “Christ!” I snap at her.  The little shit.  Doesn’t she know better than to bait me?

 Of course she does.  But we can’t have her topping from the bottom, can we?

I give her my best Dom look, the one that says, What the hell do you think you’re doing?  How dare you fuck with me?

J.T. chuckles when he sees it.  Grace goes still.  Holding her breath, she braces herself for what’s coming.  I lunge forward, pushing as deep as her body will let me.  She whimpers.  I ignore it.  Gathering myself, I slam into her until I’m seated to the root and my balls slap her taint.  I hold her tight against me, grinding my groin against hers, pressing her clit until pleasure begins to take the edge off the pain.

She’s.  So.  Fucking.  Tight.

I start to move.  I pump my hips, increasing the depth and strength of each stroke until I’m driving my full length in and out of her, and she’s moving with me, rising up to meet my thrusts.

J.T. watches us.  His hungry gaze is locked on where our bodies are joined.  His ears are strained, listening to my dark red flesh slap against her pale white skin.  Inhaling the scent of sex that fills the air, he moans and bites his lip.  He looks and sounds like a starving man who’s dying for more.

“On your knees,” he growls when he can’t stand it anymore.

I take hold of Grace’s hips, lift, and start pounding into her.  The change in angle lets me hit her G-spot and the first orgasm tears through her.  God, I love the feel of her tight pussy, milking my length.

A second orgasm comes hard on the heels of the first.  J.T. releases her hands and shifts positions.  Easing to one side of Grace, he fists her hair and brings her face to where he wants it, with her mouth at his cock.  “Take it,” he orders, tightening his hold.  Grace runs her small pink tongue around the rim and opens wide.  J.T. rocks his hips and begins fucking her face.  Soon we’re thrusting to the same rhythm, above and below.  Grace’s moans vibrate her throat.  J.T. pinches her nipple, robbing her of breath.  So.  Damn.  Good.  Jesus, now that I have her, I can’t get enough.

J.T. sticks with the game plan.  Me, vaginal.  Him, oral.  He’s going to want to do more, but he’s patient enough to wait.  Not six months, thank fuck, but he’s an ex-Navy SEAL and a former MMA fighter.  He’s conditioned and disciplined.

And a little bit in denial.

I see the way he looks at me, watching my cock, admiring the sheen of sweat and the play of muscles as I make love to the woman between us.  J.T. may not be openly bi, but he didn’t say no when we talked about sex.  Seeing that huge cock of his stretching out Grace’s jaws makes me hotter than hell.  I imagine the taste and the feel of it in my mouth, against my tongue, coming down my throat.  I wonder what it will feel like, shoved up my ass, when he finally cuts loose on me.

 

What the hell, Grace?

 

“Christ!” I snap at her.  The little shit.  Doesn’t she know better than to bait me?

 

Of course she does.  But we can’t have her topping from the bottom, can we?

 

I give her my best Dom look, the one that says, What the hell do you think you’re doing?  How dare you fuck with me?

 

J.T. chuckles when he sees it.  Grace goes still.  Holding her breath, she braces herself for what’s coming.  I lunge forward, pushing as deep as her body will let me.  She whimpers.  I ignore it.  Gathering myself, I slam into her until I’m seated to the root and my balls slap her taint.  I hold her tight against me, grinding my groin against hers, pressing her clit until pleasure begins to take the edge off the pain.

 

She’s.  So.  Fucking.  Tight.

 

I start to move.  I pump my hips, increasing the depth and strength of each stroke until I’m driving my full length in and out of her, and she’s moving with me, rising up to meet my thrusts.

 

J.T. watches us.  His hungry gaze is locked on where our bodies are joined.  His ears are strained, listening to my dark red flesh slap against her pale white skin.  Inhaling the scent of sex that fills the air, he moans and bites his lip.  He looks and sounds like a starving man who’s dying for more.

 

“On your knees,” he growls when he can’t stand it anymore.

 

I take hold of Grace’s hips, lift, and start pounding into her.  The change in angle lets me hit her G-spot and the first orgasm tears through her.  God, I love the feel of her tight pussy, milking my length.

 

A second orgasm comes hard on the heels of the first.  J.T. releases her hands and shifts positions.  Easing to one side of Grace, he fists her hair and brings her face to where he wants it, with her mouth at his cock.  “Take it,” he orders, tightening his hold.  Grace runs her small pink tongue around the rim and opens wide.  J.T. rocks his hips and begins fucking her face.  Soon we’re thrusting to the same rhythm, above and below.  Grace’s moans vibrate her throat.  J.T. pinches her nipple, robbing her of breath.  So.  Damn.  Good.  Jesus, now that I have her, I can’t get enough.

 

J.T. sticks with the game plan.  Me, vaginal.  Him, oral.  He’s going to want to do more, but he’s patient enough to wait.  Not six months, thank fuck, but he’s an ex-Navy SEAL and a former MMA fighter.  He’s conditioned and disciplined.

 

And a little bit in denial.

 

I see the way he looks at me, watching my cock, admiring the sheen of sweat and the play of muscles as I make love to the woman between us.  J.T. may not be openly bi, but he didn’t say no when we talked about sex.  Seeing that huge cock of his stretching out Grace’s jaws makes me hotter than hell.  I imagine the taste and the feel of it in my mouth, against my tongue, coming down my throat.  I wonder what it will feel like, shoved up my ass, when he finally cuts loose on me.

 

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