Ace, Deuce, Trey: Ian Coulter's Amethyst Cove, #3

By KC Kendricks

Ian Coulter has his hands full with a sexy office assistant, a favorite movie star client and a drag queen determined to save the world one lost runaway at a time. He can juggle all of it because he and his lover, FBI agent Rick Mohr, are finally together.

Rick's transfer to Amethyst Cove puts him in charge of multiple operations. When one of Ian's clients is targeted, it doesn't take long for Ian to suspect the con artist is on an FBI watch list. With their cases overlapping, Ian and Rick are short on time. Together they set a trap and spring it before their suspect escapes.

Doing the job is easy but figuring out the relationship is tougher. Fitting their lives together isn't without obstacles, but one thing is certain. On or off the case, Ian and Rick always get their man.

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The air around me changed, expanded. I froze and listened into the quiet office. The outside door snicked closed. I drew my Sig Sauer P228 and held it in my lap.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Ian."

I laid the gun on my desk. "You should have yelled first."

It was so quiet I wondered if my mind had played a trick on me.

"What are you doing, Rick?"

He swaggered into my office. His hot green gaze slammed into mine. "Making sure the blinds are closed."

I leaned back and put my feet up on my desk. "I have a gun, bucko. What are your intentions?"

Rick reached behind his back, pulled out his Glock .9mm and laid it beside my pistol. "Mine's bigger than yours." He leaned over and kissed me. I pulled back.

"Dream on. That must have been one hell of an arrest and booking to get you so worked up."

"Oh, it was. Law enforcement agents in three countries are going to dance in the street when word gets around."

I grinned up at him. "And your name is going to be on the report."

He shook his head. "Not mine, no. I have an alias, you know."

That was news to me. "Because you've done undercover work for the Treasury?"

Rick grasped my ankles and lifted them off my desk. I set my feet on the floor and he went to his knees in front of me.

"And I might have to do it again so my team second gets the credit and the public glory on this one."

I spread my knees and he slid his big, warm hands up the inside of my thighs. "You have something in mind here, Mr. FBI man?"

"You don't have anything to say about the fact I might have to go undercover again?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Something you need to fill me in about?"

"No, no. I've let it be known I'm the last option for those assignments." He pulled my shirttail out of my jeans. "I even told them why."

"That's a good career move. 'I'm gay and I'm shacked up so don't call me.' I bet your boss loved that."

Rick eased my zipper down. "He laughed at me. In my face. So I beat the crap out of him."

I snorted. "Right. On the shooting range. What do you think you're doing?"

He yanked my pants down and all but dragged me out of the chair to the floor. "I'm going to do you in your office, darling. It'll be a fantasy come true."

• Language: English
• Publisher: White Deer Enterprises/White Deer Books
• Release date: Apr 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524250652

KC Kendricks

KC Kendricks calls herself an accidental writer. After completing her first novel writing as Rayne Forrest, she was urged to submit it to a publisher, and everything snowballed from there. Today, the author has had over seventy books published. In July of 2021, she tried to retire but her employer offered her a deal to work at home. She accepted. Now she balances work, writing, and hearth and home in a controlled chaos. A native of scenic western Maryland, the author enjoys most activities that don’t include snow. In warm weather she might be found walking the dog, biking on the C&O Canal towpath, planting delicacies in her garden for the deer to munch on at night, playing in the creek, or lazing on the patio with her Kindle reader or laptop. She recently began to research her family history and can't drive past a cemetery without stopping to search for family sites. Her mission is to photograph old tombstones before the elements erode the stones and the names are lost to time. For more about KC Kendricks and Rayne Forrest’s writing life, please visit the Between the Keys blog at http:kckendricks.blogspot.com . If you’d like to know more about the author’s country lifestyle and her daily activities full of simple country pleasures (and a lot of work), please visit the Holly Tree Manor blog at http://hollytreemanor.blogspot.com . KC can be reached through her blog, Between the Keys. All comments are strictly moderated by the author and personal messages are treated as such. Follow the author on Twitter for up-to-date announcements at Twitter.com/KCKendricks.

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Ace, Deuce, Trey

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KC Kendricks

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Ace, Deuce, Trey

Copyright © 2014, 2019 KC Kendricks

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Ian Coulter’s Amethyst Cove by KC Kendricks

Double Deuce

Deuce of Diamonds

Ace, Deuce, Trey

Circle of Steel

Steel Wheels

This series is enjoyed best when read in this order.

Praise for Ian Coulter’s Amethyst Cove series by KC Kendricks

Double Deuce

*A 2011 Best Of Nominee for Mystery at Love Romances Café

I recommend this to those that love hot men, hot sex, mystery, a good storyline...it leaves you with a warm feeling. – MMGood Book Reviews

Deuce of Diamonds

KC Kendricks has created a splendid as well as an exceptionally enjoyable follow-up to Double Deuce. – Literary Nymphs Reviews

Ace, Deuce, Trey

KC Kendricks has created an impressive saga. The romantic portion of the storyline gives the background of how Rick and Ian progressed into their current scorching relationship together. I very much enjoyed Ace, Deuce, Trey. – Literary Nymphs Reviews

Circle of Steel

KC Kendricks has created another intriguing and enjoyable episode to the series – Literary Nymphs Reviews

It was a great read. – MMGood Book Reviews

About Ace, Deuce, Trey

Ian Coulter has his hands full with a sexy office assistant, a favorite movie star client and a drag queen determined to save the world one lost runaway at a time. He can juggle all of it because he and his lover, FBI agent Rick Mohr, are finally together.

Rick’s transfer to Amethyst Cove puts him in charge of multiple operations. When one of Ian’s clients is targeted, it doesn’t take long for Ian to suspect the con artist is on an FBI watch list. With their cases overlapping, Ian and Rick are short on time. Together they set a trap and spring it before their suspect escapes.

Doing the job is easy but figuring out the relationship is tougher. Fitting their lives together isn’t without obstacles, but one thing is certain. On or off the case, Ian and Rick always get their man.

Table of Contents

Praise for Ian Coulter’s Amethyst Cove series by KC Kendricks

About Ace, Deuce, Trey

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

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CHAPTER 1

Only one thing beat being on the water first thing in the morning, and I’d given my lover a dawn pass. I’d convinced Rick that catching a few waves would clear his head for the day just as well as sex. He’d grumbled at first, but he was coming around to my way of thinking about it. He knew I had big plans for tonight that involved us being alone and naked in a dark room.

As for me, I’d finally discovered the secret fun part of surfing with Rick. I could stay up on my board longer than he could on his. I didn’t let him know he provided me a few good laughs, but I think he had his suspicions, and it made him even more determined to master the sport.

If there was one thing about Rick Mohr, it was that when he put his mind to something, he didn’t give up. I observed him getting ready to try again and shook my head. He wasn’t going to make this one.

I watched him paddle furiously to get up to speed, pull his feet in under his ass and attempt to stand. He went one way and his surfboard went the other. I waited until his head broke the surface of the water before I applauded.

That’s it, old man. You’re done and we’re going home.

Rick grabbed his board and dragged himself up to sit on it. You’re loving this way too much, Ian. What did I do wrong that time?

It wasn’t a strong enough wave. You need to learn to judge when the bottom is gonna roll out from under the board instead of push it higher.

Okay, smartass. Let’s catch one more to ride to shore and then we can go. I’m cold.

I paddled closer to take a good look at him. Yeah, your lips are turning blue. I swung my board around and looked out to sea. Second wave coming looks pretty good. You ready?

Rick growled and started to paddle. I waited for a second or two and set off on an angle from him. I didn’t want to be too close in case he separated from his board again. Luckily, we both got up on our boards and rode the wave in. Having more experience, I was able to ramp up some speed and beat him to shore. I untethered my board and flipped it onto dry sand before I turned back to him with my arms open wide. He walked into my embrace, and we tumbled to the hard wet sand. I rolled him beneath me and sat up, straddling his hips.

What time are you leaving the office this afternoon, Mr. FBI Agent?

He held up his hands, and I laced my fingers through his as he tried to unseat me. I plan to leave about three.

I stretched out on top of him as I guided our linked hands over his head and let him roll me. Why had I worried being one half of an us would clip my wings? Maybe because it was occasionally necessary to confess things to my partner I knew he wouldn’t like to hear.

Rick, I have to go see Saylor Blackwood this morning. It’s not the usual banking and paperwork run.

I felt him tense before his gaze flicked away, then back to meet mine. So go see him, Ian. We agreed business is business. What’s his problem, anyway?

Before I could answer, a wave rolled over us. We scrambled to our feet and moved a safer distance inland to the outcropping of rock where we’d stowed our belongings. I swiped my face with a towel, then scrubbed it over my hair to stop the dripping as Rick unfastened his tether line and then perched on the rock beside me. I leaned sideways and bumped my shoulder against Rick’s.

To answer your question about Mr. Blackwood, it seems a few days ago, a pedestrian stepped out in front of his Beamer. Saylor says he stopped in plenty of time, but now the guy is saying Saylor hit him.

Rick looped his towel over the back of his neck and looked at me, his gaze sharp with a genuine interest in what we both knew was probably a scam to get money out of Saylor. You think the guy is trying to con Saylor?

I shrugged. I’ve got to go talk to him, Rick. He sent me the bare bones of it via a text message and asked me to drive up to see him.

Rick toweled his hair, then glanced at me. You know what, lover? You tell him for me I think he’s a smart man to worry about pissing me off where you’re concerned, but when he has a real problem that requires your professional services, I don’t object if he calls you.

I didn’t see any point in telling him Saylor knew that. He’s trying to respect you and what you mean to me, Rick. Saylor is actually a good guy.

Blackwood is a rich man. He’s a fucking movie star, Ian. He’s got a lot of the finer things I can’t give you, and it bugs the hell out me I can’t compete with him.

Hell’s bells. Just when I thought Rick was finally getting over being jealous of Saylor Blackwood, he proved me wrong. I decided to fight fire with fire.

You’re a much better fuck, Rick. And you have a gun and a badge. You know how that shit turns me on.

Rick shook his head and made a disgusted sound. You’re the only person I know who would consider that a perfectly logical statement to make to his partner.

We agreed to always tell the cruel and bitter truth to each other.

Yeah, well, that’s not as brutal as you might think. He sighed. I love you, Ian. I trust you. It’s Blackwood I worry about.

I draped my arm over his shoulders. Babe, refer back to my statement that you have a gun.

Rick slumped as he turned to me and grinned. May I shoot him if he does that Hollywood ‘kiss kiss’ thing to your cheeks again?

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief he’d shoved aside his concerns about Saylor’s affection for me. I knew the roots of his worry and I’d never tell him he was being foolish when it got the better of him. It wouldn’t help him if he thought I disregarded how he felt.

No, you may not. Just think of all the forms you’d have to fill out for discharging your agency-issued sidearm. But you can kiss me.

I never get tired of doing that.

Rick’s lips met mine in one of the softest, sweetest kisses he’d ever given me. It made me horny as hell, and there wasn’t room for a hard-on in my wetsuit. I cupped the back of his head and slipped my fingers into his wet hair to deepen the kiss. His tongue swept over mine and he moaned into my mouth before he pulled back. I blinked him back into focus, wondering if my eyes were as dark and blurry-looking as his.

What time do you have to work this morning?

He rummaged in his bag and cursed under his breath.

I didn’t know for sure what he said, but I hopped off the rock and gathered my gear. C’mon, lover. You’re going to be at least half an hour late. Maybe only twenty minutes if we stick to a hand job.

Rick shook the sand out of his towel and shoved it in his carryall. I admire the way you know when the time is right to forget romance and just get your rocks off. He tossed his bag to me. I’ll get the boards, Ian. You hustle to the car and get it unlocked.

Hurry up, Rick! I cupped my balls and made a lewd face at him.

I didn’t wait for him. I knew he’d catch up. At six feet two inches and one hundred ninety pounds of ripped muscle, a little sand shifting under his feet wouldn’t slow him down when he was primed for sex. I had the engine running and the straps ready to fasten the boards when he bounded onto the parking lot. Everything secure, we threw ourselves into the car, and I dropped it into drive and hit the gas pedal.

If you’d brought the ʼCuda, we’d get home a lot faster.

He knew how I felt about salt and sand messing up the interior of my prized Barracuda. It wasn’t going to happen...ever.

I snickered as I watched him struggle to peel out of his wetsuit in the small confines of the old economy car I used for stakeouts and beach runs. Yeah, yeah. Show me.

He leaned away from me. His eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline. Show you what, exactly?

How bad you want me.

Rick lifted his butt off the seat, but couldn’t get the neoprene to slide over his ass. I’d love to whip it out and show you, but it’s not going to work in this fucking car!

He sounded so annoyed I laughed. Not to mention I knew my FBI agent lover wouldn’t expose himself in the midst of traffic.

I’m teasing you, Rick. Oh, look. We’re home.

I parked the car, and we bailed out, grabbed our gear and headed for the building. I took the surfboards down to the storage locker, while he took the wet towels and everything else upstairs. By the time I made it to the bedroom, he was sprawled across the bed in all his naked glory. He fisted his shaft and shook his head.

You’re in deep shit, bucko. Janice is going to ream you a new one when she has to vacuum all the sand you’re dropping.

The cleaning lady didn’t worry me. She’d been sweeping up the little piles of sand I dropped all over the place for years. I lost my balance taking off my suit and toppled to the bed beside him. Fuck. Now there’ll be sand between the sheets.

I tried to free my feet from the wetsuit and failed. Rick came to my rescue and pulled me loose and then let the neoprene garment fall to the floor. He grabbed my heel and bent my right leg to my chest as I scooted up to the pillows.

I can make this quick.

My body tightened with the memory of needing Rick that way and of him filling me. My dick swelled.

Oh, no. We don’t have time for that. Come down here and give me a belly rub.

Rick mouthed a silent no at me as he released my foot and his dark head bowed over my groin. I closed my eyes as the wet heat of his mouth enveloped my hard cock.

Let me get to you, Rick.

He released me to maneuver around so I could suck him. I braced up on an elbow and licked his beautiful eight-inch rod from tip to balls. He smelled clean like the sea and tasted of salt and kelp and man, and it turned me on as much as the feel of his mouth and tongue on my skin.

We didn’t have a lot of time and so the usual nuances of giving each other a slow, leisurely climb were abandoned. This was all about who could get off the fastest, and it wasn’t going to take long since we’d gotten out of bed early to do a little surfing and bypassed our usual morning wake-up fondle. I teased the dark crevice between his buttocks, trailing the tip of my middle finger

Reviews for Ace, Deuce, Trey

[L'eau · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I enjoyed the story. The main couple are cute together. It could use a bit of editing. The ending is a bit abrupt, though not as abrupt as the previous book.