Full House by Jess Dee

falling for a man and a woman just so I could feel a more inherent part of the poker club.”
    Max frowned at her. “You think that’s what this is all about?”
    “I’m just saying it’s easier to get involved with—” she struggled to find the word she sought, “—unusual things when the people all around you are doing them too.”
    “I’m not doing this because of anyone else.” Trev closed the distance between himself and them. “I’m doing it because I’m crazy about you. About both of you. Because the thought of not being with Max and you is driving me insane.”
    Her heart hammered. Her breath left her lungs. She stared at Trev, speechless. Then looked at Max. Was it the same for him?
    “I want this too,” Max said. “And not because of any poker club. Since Trev suggested it, it’s all I can think about. The two of you are all I can think about.”
    Grace jumped up, suddenly unable to sit a moment longer. Her nerves were on edge, her blood pumping madly through her body. She needed to pace. To move. To do…something.
    She made it maybe an inch from the couch before a hand grasped her wrist and tugged. She stumbled and fell against Trev. In a move of remarkable agility, made even more remarkable by the fact that this was Trev, he caught her in his arms, lifted her off her feet and set her down on Max’s lap. Her left shoulder rested against Max’s right, her butt was plopped firmly atop a rock-hard erection and her feet stretched over the cushion she’d just vacated.
    She gasped, waiting for the claustrophobia to strike again.
    It didn’t.
    “Cool move, mate,” Max said, clearly impressed. He extended his arm around her back, giving her support and pulling her closer.
    Still no claustrophobia.
    “Real cool,” Max added and then said no more as he caught her lips in a tender kiss.
    Dear Lord, his lips were soft. So soft and tempting she couldn’t help but kiss him back. Turn her body into his so her breast pressed against his massive chest and her hand found his cheek.
    His skin was hot and hair-roughened by the growth of an afternoon shadow. Max smelled like a million dollars, like he’d found the essence of everything that made a man a man, bottled it and sprayed it generously all over.
    She may have met him only last week, but each cell in her body clamored to get closer, to discover every detail about him, every secret he kept, every truth he spoke.
    “Mmm.” His murmur of approval reverberated against her lips, and she wanted more, wanted to open her mouth and invite him in, taste him, slide her tongue against his.
    But Max drew away slowly, as though reluctant to release her. His eyes were closed, his mouth curved into a smile. “Mmm,” he murmured again. “Nice.”
    “Very nice,” a voice whispered in her ear.
    She turned to the sound, and for the second time her mouth was captured in a kiss as sweet as summer wine. Only this time the lips pressed to hers were Trev’s, and though his kiss was just as tender as Max’s, his tongue was not as absent. It danced at her lips, tempting, teasing, seeking a way between them.
    She provided one, opening her mouth and welcoming him in.
    The sigh that escaped her was one of sheer delight. Absolute contentedness. Because kissing Trev, relishing each stroke of his tongue against hers, was heaven. Pure heaven.
    As was the sensation of Max’s mouth against her neck, his tongue leaving darts of hot, moist pleasure all the way from her throat to her jaw. He pressed his lips to her cheek and pulled back. Not far, but far enough that Grace was keenly aware of his absence.
    Trev groaned into her mouth, and a second later Max’s lips feathered a kiss on the edge of her eye. Two kisses. Three. And then they were gone.
    Trev’s moan was lower this time.
    Grace was keenly aware of Max’s proximity and even more aware of his breath. Where a second ago it had burned over her cheek, now it was absent.
    She let her eyes flicker open and then closed