For ten years, Tiffany has made a living making other people's sexiest dreams come true as an employee of Fantasies Unlimited. Now it's her turn. She's headed to surprise the only men she ever loved and hopefully convince them to recapture the threesome-that-got-away.
Oil man Aaron and sexy rancher Travis have a surprise of their own for their high school sweetheart. They've been secret lovers for years and know exactly how to give Tiffany--and each other--a night they'll never forget.
But when sex turns into something more, will these three long-lost lovers have the courage to seize their unconventional happy ever after? Or will they shy away from taking it all?
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Claiming it All by Anna J. Evans
If Danielle found out what she'd done she'd kill her. Or fire her. Tiffany couldn't decide which would be worse.
There were nights when her job at Fantasies Unlimited was the only thing that kept her from losing her mind with loneliness. She'd never dreamed the big city would make her feel more isolated than Tavern, Texas--population six hundred and twelve.
She'd been so ready to get out of Tavern and into the world, to throw herself into the bosom of a bustling northern metropolis, that she hadn't thought twice about whether the city was the right place for her. Just another decision she should have thought through a little better.
She did love the frantic pace and fabulous restaurants, but cities were horrible places to live and even worse places to meet people.
"Are you sure you don't want another Bloody Mary? You look like you could use one." The male flight attendant leaned over a little too far, sneaking his third or fourth peek down the front of her little black dress.
Scratch that. Cities weren't bad places to meet people, they were bad places to meet men.
This dweeb was no doubt based out of some big city somewhere. Even if he'd once known how to act like a gentleman--if some mama or daddy and grammy in some small town had bothered to rear him up right--he'd long forgotten his training. She'd bet ten dollars he wasn't even willing to buy that drink he thought would loosen her up enough to tell him which hotel she'd be checking into once they landed in Dallas.
Never one to pass up a bet, Tiff batted her big green eyes and tossed her strawberry blonde hair. "Well," she said, letting her Texas drawl stretch the word into at least four syllables, "I would. But I'm all out of five dollar bills."
Her lower lip slipped out into her signature Daddy-please pout. This was what men paid the big bucks for at Fantasies Unlimited. The dating service supplied escorts without any of the hanky panky. Well, mostly none of the hanky panky. Sometimes Tiff let things go a little too far, but only in the name of a good time. She wasn't a prostitute, she was just...lonely. And some of the men she met were very nice, if a little patronizing.
But who could blame them? That was her shtick. She played the innocent, sweet young thang for men looking for a na?ve, younger woman to drape on their arm for an evening. Tiffany was a master of the art of coquettishness. Even though she'd celebrated her twenty-eighth birthday a few weeks ago, she didn't look more than eighteen. She credited her mama for slathering her pale redhead's skin with sunscreen from the time she could walk.
She was going to be devastated if she found out Tiffany had been within an hour's drive of Tavern and not at least made it home for supper one night. But Tiffany couldn't deal with seeing Daddy on top of everything else. She knew he thought she was some kind of prostitute and hadn't bothered reading the letters that she had written explaining what she did for a living. Daddy hadn't said more than twenty words to her in eight years. His annual holiday call and terse "Merry Christmas" had made her dread December twenty-fifth more than her annual dental exam. Still, her chest got tight when she thought about Mama's face, the sadness that would no doubt fill those green eyes when she found out Tiffany hadn't come by to visit.
Hopefully Aaron and Travis wouldn't tell her mama she'd been home...even if they left Dallas as angry as she feared they would be. Once they'd figured out the bachelor party they'd both been invited to was a hoax, once they learned why she'd really invited them to the penthouse suite of the Monet-Purdue Hotel, Tiffany wouldn't be surprised if they started a stampede on the way out of the lobby.
No matter how high her hopes, she kept reminding herself that the most she could reasonably hope for from this weekend was that Aaron and Travis wouldn't figure out that the company that had booked the room, Fantasies Unlimited, was a real corporation. If they did figure it out, and if they called to complain to the owner about being duped into some kind of perverted encounter, she would be dead. Or fired.
Ah, back to the dead or fired worries again. Maybe she did need another drink.
"Do you think you could help me out anyway?" she asked. "Even though I'm out of cash?"
"Oh well, we take credit cards," the attendant said with a smile.
"I don't have one of those." Tiffany's eyelashes fluttered again, without her even consciously thinking about it. Flirtation was ingrained at this point. If it were an Olympic event, she would have medaled. "My daddy said I couldn't be trusted with credit."
"Hm. That's too bad."
"Yes." The lip pushed out a little bit further. "It is. So bad, and so sad, especially since I am sooooo thirsty." Her tongue ran out to dampen her lips as she heaved a cleavage-enhancing sigh.
She could tell the boy was going to cave even before he opened his mouth.
"Okay, just one. But don't tell anyone," the man said as he quickly filled a glass with vodka and tomato juice and topped it with a tiny celery stalk. "This is just between you and me."
Tiffany smooched an air kiss in his direction and grabbed the drink. "Totally. Just between you and me."
"I'll see you after we land?" he asked, ignoring the passenger behind him who was obviously trying to get back to the rear of the plane to use the facilities.
"I'll wait by the baggage claim," Tiffany said, keeping a sexy little smile on her face until her new friend finally moved away to the next row of seats.
Lies, she was full of lies. She hadn't checked luggage.
Why bother, when most of her clothes for the weekend were lingerie? When they were teenagers, both Aaron and Travis had both talked about wanting to see her in something sexier than granny panties. But back in the day, her mama had purchased all of her underwear. Even when she'd started earning her own money--working as a car hop waitress at the local drive in--she still couldn't find any under things at the Tavern Dollar store worth dropping part of her precious "getting out of Tavern" stash on.
Besides, Aaron and Travis hadn't needed silk and lace to get turned-on. Even that night at the cabin after the senior bonfire, the night that Tiffany had known would be her last in Tavern, they'd both been excited. They'd pretended they were too trashed to put up any protest when Tiffany had pulled them both into the spare bedroom. They'd been angry that she'd secretly been dating them both, furious that they'd been the last in their small town to know their girlfriend was a two-timer.
But still...they'd fallen into the bed beside her and let things go a little too far before Travis grabbed his t-shirt and told them both to go to hell. Aaron hadn't stayed long after. He'd been sad rather than angry, but still obviously disturbed by Tiffany's betrayal and her confession that she wanted to be with them both.
At the same time.
Two men at the same time. The thought made her ache and squirm a little in her seat. It had seemed like an impossible fantasy, even a few months ago, but now she'd seen a threesome in action, seen the true happiness and love three people could find together.
Her coworker, Catalina, had two beautiful boyfriends and made it work, so why couldn't she? Sure, Aaron and Travis weren't a gay couple, so it would be a bit more difficult to convince them that they would enjoy a true m?nage a trois, but Tiffany knew they would. She'd seen their faces that night ten years ago. The thought of being naked with another man had fascinated them. Both of them had an appreciation for the male form that rivaled their appreciation for the female. Now all she had to do was see if the still wanted each other. And if they still wanted her.
If they didn't still hate her, despite the fact that they'd accepted her friendship on the social networking site she'd used to find them both.
Neither of them was married and they were both still living in Tavern. Surely they had been sufficiently bored by another decade in their tiny Texas town that they would be willing to try something new. They were adventurous men, passionate men, men who--if the pictures on their web profile pages were to be believed--were still as completely gorgeous as they had been in their late teens.
They could probably still go all night and half the next day, they could probably still get hard with nothing more than a sideways look, they could probably--
"They're probably going to kick your ass, even if you are a girl," Tiffany murmured to herself before taking another deep drag on her drink.
As the captain announced their initial decent, she tried to ignore the wicked little voice in her head that insisted even being punished by the only two men she'd ever loved would be enough to make her year.
Hell, maybe even enough to make her decade.
Travis downed his second beer in ten long gulps and let the glass fall heavily back to the bar. "Give me another."
"You're going to be drunk before she gets here," Aaron said, his blue eyes disapproving as he took another measured sip of his own beer. His first beer. Because, allegedly, Aaron wasn't nervous about coming out of the closet for the first time. Ever. To the high school girlfriend they'd both believed themselves to be madly in love with. Or lust with. Or whatever.
God, he needed another drink. Now. "Fill me up. Might as well take advantage of the fancy."
Aaron grunted as he pulled another Bud Light from the refrigerator behind him. "It is fancy. I've never been in a hotel room that had it's own bar."
"And dining room and living room and king-sized bed and orgy-sized tub," Travis added. He pushed his shaggy brown hair out of his face.
He should have made time to get a haircut, but he'd been too busy on the ranch, struggling to find a way to make ends meet without taking the money Aaron had offered him. He'd make it through the tough times without leaning financially on his partner. It was a matter of pride.
Not gay pride, however. He didn't have that luxury. In their small town there was no way he and Aaron would be accepted if anyone knew about their relationship. They had to keep their love and their commitment a secret. From everyone, even their parents.
That was why Aaron had wanted to come here tonight. He'd had a much harder time with the secrecy and finally wanted to tell someone what they were to each other. Tiffany hadn't been back to Tavern since the day she left so Aaron was sure she wouldn't have anyone to tell about what she learned tonight. And since she had tricked them into coming into Dallas with a fake bachelor's party invite, Aaron had no issues with springing something so unexpected on her.
Travis didn't quite feel the same way. In fact, a part of him kind of wished they were keeping their secret and he was meeting Tiff here alone. He and Aaron both slept with women from time to time--mostly to keep up appearances as freewheeling bachelors--and Travis hadn't been able to stop thinking about his old flame.
Man, he'd loved her. And lusted after her. That night they'd spend at the cabin had haunted him ever since.
What would it have been like if he'd had the courage to go for what he'd wanted? Sure, he and Aaron had connected only a few months later and started a relationship that had lasted nearly a decade, but still...he wondered. What if he and Aaron had given Tiff what she wanted that night? How would things have turned out for the three of them?
"Maybe she wouldn't be a hooker," he said, only realizing he'd spoken the words out loud when Aaron responded.
"She's not a hooker." Aaron reached over to shove another errant strand of Travis' hair behind his ear. His own short, nearly black hair was, as always, perfect. "The woman I got in touch with said she works for an escort service."
"Isn't that the same thing?"
"Apparently not in this case. The place does fantasy fulfillment, but strictly dating. No extras. The woman was very clear about that." He shrugged, but there was a slight grin on his face. "I guess she didn't want us to get the wrong idea about what Tiffany would be doing for us in this suite."
"Right." Travis narrowed his brown eyes in his lover's direction. If he didn't know better, he'd think Aaron had something else up his sleeve. Something more than surprising Tiff with the news that they were together and knew all about her deception. "She's earning enough money going out on "dates" to be pay for a room like this?"
"Apparently. She booked it through her employer, but paid for it herself. That's why she's not getting fired."
"She's just not getting the satisfaction of her little surprise." Travis bit his lip, took another few deep swigs of his beer and wondered why Tiffany hadn't simply told them both that she wanted to get together? Why had she gone to all the trouble of booking a suite and sending out fake bachelor party invites?
Did she assume they would want nothing to do with her? Did she think maybe they wouldn't want anything to do with each other? And did she really want to renew old friendships like the party invite had said, or did she have another agenda? Could she be hoping for another chance at the three-way of her dreams?
The thought alone was enough to make Travis' tight jeans even tighter still. Damn. The thought of Tiffany, naked and willing and sandwiched between him and Aaron was...provocative to say the least. Too bad his partner wanted no part of it. Travis hadn't asked outright and Aaron hadn't explicitly said "hell, no", but his lack of interest in anything outside of chat was apparent. Travis could tell when his lover of a decade was in the mood and when he wasn't.
At the moment, Aaron was as far from being in the mood as he'd seen him in a long time. He was oddly distant and even more uptight looking than usual. He still had his office suit on for God's sakes and it was nearly ten o'clock at night.
"So you're not nervous at all?" Travis asked, finishing his second beer and motioning for a third.
"No I'm not, and no, you're not getting another until she gets here."
"You're not my boss, dickhead." Still, Travis didn't rise to fetch his own beer. Tiffany should be arriving any second. He'd get his third beer--and possibly his fourth--soon enough. "So give it to me straight, you just want to rub her face in our gayness, don't you?"
"Our 'gayness'?" Aaron lifted one eyebrow.
"Is this your twisted way of getting even with her for what she did?"
Aaron sighed. "I got over what she did a long time ago."
"Then why are we here?"
The muscle at his jaw leapt, betraying his easy tone. "I told you, I thought it would be nice to tell an old friend what we are to each other."
"Right. And what about her? Why do you think she booked this fancy suite and invited the two of us over to play?"
The door clicked closed behind him and he knew instantly that Tiff had arrived. The light smell of honeysuckle and lime, the same scent he remembered from high school, drifted through the air, teasing at his nose.
"Um, because playing is good?" Her voice sounded the same as it ever did, high and sweet with a touch of Texas twang and a hint of laughter. Tiffany always sounded like she was telling a joke or a secret, like every word out of her mouth was something worth grinning about.
Travis saw the appreciation in Aaron's eyes and guessed, even before he turned around, that Tiffany was looking as good as she ever had.