Jesse was part of a very select group of men. Tess, Ella’s daughter was married to one of them: Cole, Jesse’s best friend. Ella had walked into her ex-husband’s home to find her daughter held between Jesse and Cole in the final throes of an intense ménage.

Terrie had known for years that Jesse was part of this group. There were eight of them. Intensely dominate, charismatic men whose lusts knew few bounds. One of their greater demands was the ménage. The complete surrender and submission of their lovers to the pleasures they could bring them.

Ella, it seemed, had finally given in as well. Tess’s mother had been outraged, furious when she thought Jesse was actually his twin, James, f**king her daughter. She had nearly driven herself crazy with the pain. Loving one of those men was hell. Terrie knew this well.

Thankfully, James had grown tired of the wait and went after Ella in a way that left her little desire to fight him. Sax had been James’s choice for the final sexual obstacle in his path with Ella.

Terrie sighed bleakly. First Tess and now Ella. The two people who meant the most to her had stepped into a relationship that inhabited only Terrie’s darkest, most lust-filled dreams. The very thing that had driven her from accepting Jesse’s attentions years before in favor of what she saw as the safer brother.

Terrie moved from the kitchen to the back deck, sitting in the chair swing as she stared out into the slowly darkening evening. Her body was on fire. She knew what Jesse was. Knew his desires and what he liked. She couldn’t help but know. Thomas had been quite explicit in his description of them.

She curled her legs beneath her as the chair swayed softly with her weight. The soothing rhythm normally eased her stress, but tonight it seemed to only provoke it. The soft back and forth sway made her cunt clench with the thought of Jesse moving between her thighs, his c**k thrusting into her hungry pu**y with the same slow, steady movement.

She had sworn she would never allow herself to be shared, to be used by the man she loved. She remembered when Thomas first gleefully announced his brother’s preferences as Jesse sat at their dinner table. Not that Terrie hadn’t already been aware of them.

Terrie had been mortified by his drunken announcement, and more than shocked as Jesse sat back in his chair with that sardonic twist to his mouth and asked Thomas if he was trying to scare Terrie, or convince her to join in. It was then she learned that Thomas, too, had been part of the lifestyle Jesse enjoyed. Until he had married her.

She sighed wearily. Reliving the mistake her marriage had been wasn’t going to help her. Jesse was her problem now, not Thomas. And Jesse and his brother were like night and day. Of course, she had known that when she married Thomas. It was her fault. She had married what she considered a safer alternative. And had learned better, nearly at the expense of her sanity.

But none of that solved her present problem. That problem being Jesse Wyman and his incredible stubbornness. Call him when she sobered up. She snorted. She hadn’t been that drunk. She wasn’t so stupid she didn’t know Sax was joining Ella and James on their wedding night, either. Ella had confided that piece of news to her already.

God. Could she do it? Her pu**y pulsed at the thought but all her previous beliefs screamed out in rejection of the idea. She knew Jesse would never go to another woman. Terrie had been with Ella when Tess imparted that information. The men wanted no one else. What they wanted was to see the women experience the pleasure of two men worshipping their bodies, glorying in their arousal.

Tess was more than happy with her marriage to Cole. Terrie’s hands clenched in jealousy as she thought of the other woman. How many times had Jesse been in Tess’s bed in the past year? How many times had he f**ked her as Terrie lay aroused, dreaming of his touch. Touching herself because Jesse hadn’t been there to touch her.

God, she was demented. She had lost any claim to sanity. Or had she?

She groaned at the futility of her own argument. It didn’t matter, because fact was fact. There was no way in hell she could ask Jesse to f**k her with another man. There was no way she could seduce him…

So you’re Jesse’s lady. One of the men at the wedding had said as he had approached her. I can see why he’s dropped out of circulation now.

Jesse had moved in then, steering her away from the grinning blonde who watched her with wicked green eyes. What had his name been? She frowned as she tried to remember. Lucian. Wasn’t it Lucian? He didn’t work at Delacourte’s, she knew. Jesse had mentioned something about computers.

She snapped her fingers. Lucian Conover. He designed some kind of weird computer programs for the government, if she remembered correctly. Surely Jesse hadn’t already approached someone? What did they do, sit around with their beers and discuss who would f**k their women?

Her face flushed. Good God, what the hell was she getting herself into? Couldn’t he just f**k her? Would she settle for just being f**ked?

“Dammit.” She jumped from the chair and moved quickly to the phone just inside the house. Jerking it off the base she quickly punched in Jesse’s number.

“Yes, Terrie.” His voice was dark, smooth, like rich chocolate. She had an addiction for chocolate.

“Did you ask Lucian Conover to help you f**k me?” she asked him point blank. Beating around the bush had never been her strong suit.

Silence met her abrupt question. A long, drawn out silence that made her begin to wonder if he had hung the phone up on her.

“Jesse?” Her voice was sharp, but her knees weakened.

“No,” he finally answered abruptly. “Not exactly. Are you sober now?”

There was a shade of worry in his tone now.

“Very much so,” she snarled, thinking he was lucky she couldn’t throw something at him. “How would you like it, Jesse, if I approached one of my girlfriends to help me f**k you?”

Another silence. “Which one?” Was that curiosity in his voice? She almost rapped the phone against the table in irritation.

“You’re a menace,” she accused him heatedly. “And I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to f**k you at all, Jesse. Actually, Mr. Conover seemed rather interested.” She checked her nails carefully as she considered the possibilities. “Maybe he’s not into the sharing deal after all?”

Jesse cleared his throat. “Terrie, I wouldn’t continue this way, if I were you.”

“I bet he’s hung, too,” she said with apparent interest. “I hear he’s quite good in bed. Maybe I’ll find out. Good night, Jesse, and kiss my ass.”