PLAY DIRTY (Jordan’s Game Book #4)
By JA Huss
Releasing: June 27, 2018
eBook ISBN: 978-1-944475-55-0
Paperback ISBN: 978-1-944475-56-7
From NYT Bestselling Author, JA Huss, comes the final sexy standalone in the Jordan’s Game series. Can a threesome really work? Or does it always crash and burn at the end?
They were never meant to be just two. It was always three. But seven years ago Jordan Wells broke the trust he’d built with Alexander and Augustine and everything changed.
Everyone moved on and got over it. Put the past behind them where it belonged and started new lives.
But now Alexander and Augustine are back—looking for a new game and the final third to complete their threesome.
And they won’t take no for an answer.
Jordan Wells is about to play his final game. Will he win? Or will he be too afraid to try?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller’s list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.
Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.
She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.
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She reads me. Knows me too well. I can’t hide the thoughts in my head. Not from her. Because a moment later she’s climbing into my lap, her face buried in my neck, her lips on my skin, nipping and kissing and biting me just the way she used to.
“Stop,” I say.
“No,” she whispers. “I want you.” She places both palms on my face and looks me in the eyes. “I want you. Please don’t send me away tonight. Let me stay. Let me put you inside me. Please.”
I say nothing. Unsure what the protocol is for something like this.
Please, she silently mouths.
I take out my phone and hold it out to her. “Call and ask him,” I say. Because I want to fuck her and I can’t. Not unless he says yes.
“Come on,” she says. “You don’t need to ask permission. That’s the whole point, Jordan. That you take what you want and keep him in line. Don’t give him power.”
“It’s… cheating,” I say.
“It’s not cheating. You two will talk it out tomorrow. I don’t know what he’ll say to you, because he’s unpredictable like that. He never plays along the way he’s supposed to. But tomorrow night the three of us will be doing this together. Just… don’t give him any power. Please,” she whispers again. “Fuck me.”
I’m not normally someone who runs. OK? I’m not. And I’m not normally a man who wants a woman who isn’t his. That’s not me. And I’m not a guy who fucks a married woman. Ever.
Unless I have permission, of course.
Augustine is tugging on my suit coat. Pulling it down my arms. I lean forward and help her take it off me. She’s squirming in my lap, driving me a little crazy as I think about whether or not I actually have permission.
But then her fingers are loosening my tie. I stare up at her pretty face. Her smooth, glowing skin. She was pale when she came in out of the rain but now, charged up with the warmth of my clothes, and my blanket, and my body, she’s almost flushed.
She unbuttons the shirt slowly.
And each time her fingernails brush against my bare chest I come up with a new reason to justify this behavior.
He’s part of the plan.
He has to know she’s here.
Hell, he was trying to fuck me earlier tonight.
It’s all good…
Augustine opens my shirt and bends her back, so her head can bow down and her lips can kiss my stomach.
Holy fuck. I forgot how good she was.
My hands find a place on the top of her head, pressing her down as I raise up my hips.
She looks up at me from under her hair—knowing I’m not going to stop her—and smiles as she scoots off the couch, kneels down between my legs, and places her mouth over my hardened cock, licking it through my pants.
“You know,” she says, pausing to look up at me again. She bites her lip. And damn, that alone might make me come. “If he were here he’d suck your cock too.”
She whispers that last part. Like it’s a secret.