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  TWO FOR ONE SPECIAL

  Marie Carnay

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2015 by Marie Carnay. Cover and internal design © by Marie Carnay. Cover image copyright © Period Images, 2015.

  All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  The use of stock photo images in this e-book in no way imply that the models depicted personally endorse, condone, or engage in the fictional conduct depicted herein, expressly or by implication. The person(s) depicted are models and are used for illustrative purposes only.

  This book is for sale to mature, adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit situations and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store this e-book where it cannot be accessed by minors.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Title and Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peak!

  About Marie

  CHAPTER ONE

  THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES. Brad-from-the-internet had kept her waiting thirty-five minutes. She sipped the martini in front of her and exhaled.

  “Can I get you another drink?” The bartender smiled at her and motioned at her glass.

  “No. I’m fine, thanks.” She smiled back and glanced at the front door.

  “Waiting for someone?”

  “Supposedly. But I think he’s a no-show.”

  “Maybe he’s stuck in traffic.”

  Macy shrugged. “Maybe.”

  Traffic merited a phone call. A text at least. She pulled out her phone and checked it. Nothing. She’d chatted with him online for weeks and he’d seemed decent. Nice, even.

  Okay, so he wasn’t the most attractive man she’d dated. But he’d actually talked to her. A lot. Which was a hell of a lot better than the guys she’d met any other way.

  But there she was, alone on a Friday night. Instead of trying to get in her pants, he’d stood her up. Awesome, Macy. Just awesome.

  As she stroked the stem of her glass, she appraised her reflection in the mirror. Long blonde hair, good makeup, slinky black dress. She looked sexy and nice. Didn’t she? She might not be razor-thin, but she could hike ten miles a day and play a mean game of tennis. Besides, men liked a round butt and ample boobs.

  If she could only find a decent one. With good hair. Like that guy. Oooh. Macy swallowed and crossed her legs. While she’d been staring at herself, a serious stunner had shown up. Tall and clean shaven. With dark brown hair that fell just right and eyes to match.

  She licked her lips as she noticed his tailored suit and polished shoes. A businessman. Why can’t I meet one of them online? At least I’d get a nice dinner out of it, even if he ended up boring.

  But the man at the bar screamed sexy and exciting. Not boring at all. Macy grinned, imagining all the things he could do to her. His hands running up her sides, his lips kissing hers. His tongue doing all sorts of amazing tricks. Her panties dampened just thinking about it.

  Too bad he’s not my date. Oh, well. Macy drained the rest of her drink. She’d have one more and head home. Break out her vibrator.

  She slid the empty glass across the bar and glanced up, meeting eyes in the mirror. The sexy, chocolate eyes of the hunk three seats over. Damn. He stared at her reflection like he was starving and she was the main course.

  She smiled and he smiled back. Oh my god. Could he really be interested? Macy gripped the bar, closing her eyes to give herself a mini pep talk. Just say hello. Try not to jump him. She opened her eyes, turned to introduce herself, and watched him hug another dude.

  What? Oh, come on. Macy slumped back on the seat and pouted. She couldn’t see the second man’s face—just broad shoulders, trim waist and jeans that hung just right. But it was enough. She could fantasize about the guy all she wanted. It wasn’t going anywhere unless she suddenly changed genders.

  With a sigh, she turned back to the bar and waved the bartender over. One more drink and she was out of there. If Mr. Internet didn’t show in ten, she was done.

  Ray sat down and ordered a beer. It’d been too fucking long since he’d been out. Between the case that ran his damn life and the girlfriend who’d dumped him because of it, he’d barely seen Damien in months.

  And if he knew his best friend, Damien was ready to make up for lost time. As he took a sip of the beer, his friend motioned down the bar. “Check out the little vixen in seat number three.”

  Ray turned and let out a low whistle. “That’s Macy.”

  “You know her?”

  “Mmm-hmm. She works on my floor. She’s a paralegal for Mr. Donovan.” His gaze traveled up her creamy white calves and thighs, pausing at her ass covered by a tight black dress. He’d never seen her with her hair down and a painted on pout that screamed fuck me. Damn. She was hot.

  “The corner-office partner?”

  Damien’s question jolted Ray back into the present. “That’s the one.”

  “Wow. I thought you said you’d rather work for the devil than work for him.”

  “I did.”

  “So what’s a hottie like that doing it for? Couldn’t she get any job she wanted?”

  Ray shrugged. “She never dresses like that in the office, let me tell you. If she did, Donovan would probably fire her on the spot.”

  “And you’d have been trying to get in her pants.”

  Ray frowned, but Damien had a point. He’d never noticed Macy as date material before. She’d always been friendly, even helping out when his paralegal was sick. But she never went out with the gang after work. Always kept to herself, stayed home.

  “I think she’s shy.”

  “Sure as hell doesn’t look shy now. Look at those lips and that hair. It’s halfway down her back.”

  Ray snorted. He could run his fingers through those blonde tresses all night. “You know, in the office she’s always got her hair tied up in a bun.”

  “You have seriously been missing out then.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “She made eyes at me before you got here. I think she’s into me.”

  “Only until she hears you talk.”

  Damien punched Ray in the arm. “Watch it.” He took a sip of his beer and grinned. “I’d thought of asking her out—seeing if she’d go for both of us.”

  Ray rolled his eyes. Ever since he’d broken up with Dawn, Damien’d been all over his ass. Trying to find a girl they could date together. It’d worked out once and he’d never forgotten it. And neither had Ray.

  He’d been Damien’s best friend since high school. They’d shared everything—secrets, underage beer, women. They were tight—closer than Ray’d even been with Dawn. But they never crossed the sexual line. At least not with each other.

  But with a third? Something about having a woman to share—it brought them together. Made them better. Made everything better. Having a woman trapped between them as they brought her over the edge again and again? Christ. His dick twitched just thinking about it.

  But with Macy? He glanced at her and chewed on his lip. Damien did have a point—he could stroke those curves all night. But they worked at the same firm. It was crazy talk.

  “We work together, Damien. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Come on, man. She might go for us. It’s worth a shot isn’t it? What’s the worst that happens?”

  “She dumps a drink on our laps?”

  “Or just says no and moves on. My ego can handle it. H
ow about yours?”

  Ray shook his head. “What about your great plan?”

  “To find a woman online? That was before she started making eyes at me in the mirror. But if she turns us down, I’ll post the ad tonight.”

  Ray took a swig of beer and glanced at Macy in the mirror. She was everything he wanted in a woman—sexy, intelligent, independent. And he liked the idea of Macy as a joint-girlfriend. She’d be a hell of a lot better than some random internet woman. He’d heard enough horror stories.

  But she’d probably turn them down. She didn’t seem the adventurous sort. “I thought you wanted a long-term woman this go round. Not another fling.”

  “I do. Who says she has to be a fling?”

  As Ray glanced back at Macy, she crossed her legs and her black slinky dress rode up her thigh. He could see miles of satiny skin just begging for his hands. And he could almost feel his dick buried inside her.

  “Look, I haven’t even posted the ad yet. Why not see if she’s interested? If she says no, fine. But if she says yes…we’ll have a fun night. And who knows? Maybe more.”

  “Fine.” He knew it was a risk, but he couldn’t pass up a chance to see underneath that dress.

  “If she turns you down, we’ll post the ad. Tonight.”

  “Turns me down, huh? I thought she was making eyes at you?”

  Damien chuckled. “Yeah, but you know her. I figure you’ve got a better shot than me. Besides, don’t ladies love your scruffy beard?”

  Ray scratched his stubble and shot a dirty look at Damien. Taking a deep breath, he rolled his shoulders and tried to relax. She’s just like any other woman at a bar, Ray. Pretend she’s not your coworker. Or your online dating salvation.

  “All right. Wish me luck.”

  “Good luck, man.”

  Damien clapped him on the back and he stood up. He walked up to her and leaned over, breathing in her floral perfume as he smiled. “Can I buy you a drink?”

  Macy turned to him and almost fell off her stool. “Ray? What are you doing here?”

  Ray shrugged. “I’m here with a friend.” He motioned to Damien and the idiot plastered on a grin.

  “Oh.” Macy waved back and gave Ray a smile. “I thought you had a girlfriend.”

  “Who? Dawn? Oh, yeah. We broke up a few weeks ago. She didn’t…share my interests.”

  Macy raised her eyebrows and took a sip of her drink. “I see.”

  Ray motioned at the glass. “So, can I buy you another? A Manhattan, is it?”

  “Oh, um, yes it is. But I’ve already had two and I’m about to leave.”

  He slid onto the stool next to her. “Don’t. Stay and have dinner with me and my friend.”

  Macy’s eyes widened and her gaze flicked between him and Damien. “I’m sorry, I think I’m drunk. Did you just ask me to have dinner with you and your boyfriend?”

  Ray chuckled. “He’s not my boyfriend. We’re both into women.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry, I thought—”

  Ray waved her off. “It’s okay. It happens a lot.”

  Macy peered over Ray’s shoulder at Damien and bit her lip. He could tell she was confused, and a bit unsure.

  He leaned closer and caught her eye. “It’s just dinner. And we’d love to have a conversation with a beautiful woman, instead of being stuck talking to each other.”

  “He’s right, you know. After I while, I can’t stand to hear him talk. I’m Damien. Nice to meet you.”

  Damien stepped up beside Ray and held out his hand. She took it and gave it a shake.

  “Macy. Pleased to meet you.”

  “So, it’s a yes for dinner, right? The pasta carbonara’s fabulous.”

  She slipped her hand out of Damien’s and glanced at Ray. “Okay. Yes. I’ll have dinner with you.”

  “Great. We’ve got a reservation waiting, if you’re ready.”

  “Um, could you excuse me for just a moment? I need to use the restroom.”

  “Of course.” Ray stood up and smiled. “How about we get the table and you can meet us?”

  “That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

  Ray watched while Macy slipped off the stool and turned toward the restrooms. Her hips swayed with each step and he forced his feet to stay still. So fucking sexy.

  Damien clapped him on the back and he shook his head. “Looks like we aren’t posting that ad quite yet.”

  “I can’t believe she said yes.”

  “Yeah, well, she doesn’t know what we have in mind. Right now it’s just dinner.”

  “Right. Let’s get a table and fill her in.”

  Macy stared at her reflection in the mirror and tried not to hyperventilate. Dinner with Ray and his friend Damien. Two panty-melting, oh my god are you a model, men. Who liked women.

  Her clit throbbed in approval. But her brain was about to short-circuit. Were they…both interested in her? Or was Damien along for the ride?

  She remembered Ray had a girlfriend a while back, but apparently they’d broken up. Was it because of his relationship with Damien? Or was she misreading the whole thing?

  She’d heard girlfriends chat about threesomes, but never in a permanent way. Only in a let’s-get-dirty way. But Ray seemed above that. A relationship man. And if he’d wanted a fling, he would have asked, right? Not invited her to dinner.

  But what did she know. It was new territory for the one-man Macy. She dug her lipstick out of her purse and reapplied. If they got fresh, she could always leave. If she wanted to.

  Once more glance at herself and she busted out of the bathroom door and into the restaurant. Ray and Damien weren’t hard to spot. The two had taken up residence in a corner table and were chatting with the waitress.

  Okay. I can do this. Macy took a deep breath and walked over. “Gentlemen.”

  “Macy.” They both stood while her name rolled off their tongues. Mmm. Nice.

  Macy sat down and the waitress walked through the menu. After they’d all ordered, Damien leaned over the table and broke the ice.

  “So Ray tells me you’re a paralegal. And that you have one of the toughest bosses around.”

  Macy smiled. “He can be difficult. But I like the challenge. I never get bored at work.”

  “That’s true. Donovan’s always got something interesting in the works. And you must be doing something right. He’s never had a paralegal last as long as you.”

  “It’s my sparkling wit.”

  Ray leaned over and she could tell he was staring at her cleavage. “You do have quite a sense of humor.”

  “So I’ve been told.”

  She reached down beneath the table pretending to fix her shoe, and Ray’s gaze went with her. His eyes zeroed in on the cleft between her breasts and her nipples turned to rocks. Damn.

  As she sat back up, Damien joined in. “So, Macy, I’m curious. What brings you out tonight all alone?”

  Macy blushed and looked at the tablecloth. “It’s embarrassing.” Admitting she was dating online to two men who could have their pick of women was not high on her priority list.

  “Your secret’s safe with us. Right, Ray?”

  Macy looked up and Damien winked. At her. Had a man ever winked at her before? She laughed and scratched her head. “I was meeting a blind date. But he didn’t show.”

  “The bastard.” Ray frowned. “Do I know him? Did someone from work set you up?”

  Macy shook her head. “Don’t laugh, but…I met him on the internet.”

  Damien gave Ray a shrug. “See. I told you there’d be beautiful women dating online.”

  Macy furrowed her brow. “I’m sorry, what?”

  “I’ve been trying to get Ray to post a profile online. So that we could find a woman who…accepts us. But he’s been resisting.”

  Macy bit her lip. “What’s so terrible about you? Are you serial killers?”

  Damien smiled. “No. But we like to share. You know, polyamory.”

  “I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

 
; “For us, it’s one woman, two men.”

  Macy mashed her lips together to keep from gawking. She couldn’t have heard him right. “Ray told me you aren’t a couple.”

  “We’re not,” Ray interrupted. “But…when we’ve dated the same woman, it’s been…satisfying. For all three involved.”

  Macy blushed and tugged on the hem of her dress. They liked to share. So the vibe she’d gotten was right. They wanted a threesome. But she wasn’t into another one-night stand. She wanted something more.

  “Why post an ad if you’re just looking for a girl for the night? There have to be single women interested in a hookup with you. You’re both gorgeous.”

  Ray ran his tongue over his lip and leaned over. “We don’t want a fling. We want…a relationship. A commitment.”

  Oh my god. She worked as a paralegal for one of the craziest plaintiff’s lawyers in the city, so she thought she’d heard everything. But two men who wanted a steady relationship with one woman? It didn’t make sense.

  “Aren’t you all a little backward? I thought men wanted lots of women, not to share.”

  Damien laughed. “When you put it that way, we do sound a bit crazy. But it works for us. And for the women. Usually.”

  “How?”

  “Think about it. Twice the hands, twice the attention. Twice the tongues.”

  A shiver coursed down Macy’s back and she imagined the possibilities. Ray’s rugged face between her knees…His stubble scraping her inner thigh while Damien licked her breasts…Oh, god. She swallowed. Hard. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “There’s a first time for everything.”

  Macy opened her mouth to respond when the waitress arrived with their food. It smelled delicious. And after drinking on an empty stomach for over an hour, she couldn’t wait to dig in. She needed a clear head to figure out what the hell was going on.

  As she ate, she thought about how she’d been dating for months. One unsuccessful blind date after another. Three dating sites, endless set-ups from coworkers and friends. And nothing except other women’s castoffs. Leftovers.

  Were these two men diamonds in the rough? Were they single because they wanted what so many women turned down? A chance to be adored by both of them. It sent a shiver over her arms and throb through her core.