Just Gotta Say

By Laura Kaye

When Callie Davis stumbles upon two of her three male roommates in a surprising, molten-hot midnight tryst, she discovers a side of herself she never knew existed. Desire to play with them grips her, and she can’t stop fantasizing about having multiple men, particularly her three long-time best friends.

Callie is thrilled when a guys’ night out gives her the perfect opportunity to recreate her fantasy—with the help of a threesome porn video and a bag of sex toys. That is until Lucas, Jack, and Noah return early and catch her in the act. More than anything, the guys want to make her fantasy come true. But Callie has a secret, and she can’t help wondering if being with all three men will risk the future she’s always wanted with one of them.

As three strong sets of hands caress and undress her, Callie surrenders to desire, because sometimes you just gotta say…yes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura Kaye
• Release date: Oct 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502284730

Laura Kaye

Laura Kaye is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty books in contemporary romance and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink, Raven Riders, and Blasphemy series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. Laura also writes historical fiction as the New York Times bestseller, Laura Kamoie. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and monster puppy, Schuyler, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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Chapter One

Callie Davis was thrilled to find herself home alone on a Saturday night. With her three roommates—Lucas, Jack, and Noah—gone to a baseball game, she was free to try all those naughty, nasty things she’d been burning to do ever since she’d walked down the night-darkened hallway and witnessed Jack and Noah tangled together in bed.

Hypnotized by the unexpected sight of the two men loving each other, she’d stared for untold minutes through the not-quite-shut door. Jack Fenton and Noah Ryder were big guys and had been no-holds-barred all over each other. Visions of groping hands, aggressive kisses, and pistoning hips tormented her. The sounds they’d made taunted her just as much—Jack’s needy curses and encouragements, Noah’s guttural moans, their frantic breathing. Remembering made her instantly wet.

Each night since, she’d given in to the ache, her own fingers a poor substitute for her imaginings of how the guys’ thick fingers and thicker cocks would feel. She’d never before been aroused by the idea of being with more than one lover. Now, the simple thought of it got her off faster than anything ever had.

But damn, as good as the fantasizing was, it wasn’t enough. Callie needed more.

Entering her small, second-floor bedroom, she switched on the glass desk lamp and cued up the Sexy Times playlist on her iPod. She let one suggestive tune after another soak in and bolster her conviction to give her plan a try. She shed her clothes in a messy pile at the foot of her narrow bed and slipped into a short, hot pink silk robe. At the edge of her closet, she dropped onto her knees, the plush carpeting providing a cushion. Nearly giddy with excitement, she yanked a bag from behind a crate of shoes.

Just yesterday, she’d passed that funky little sex shop near Dupont Circle, and an idea popped into her mind, opening up a much-needed path to a more satisfying release. She’d noticed the store before though never patronized it, but the depth of her horniness demanded she suck up her fear and go inside. Sometimes you just gotta say ‘what the fuck.’

What the fuck, indeed.

She’d repeated her favorite saying like a mantra as she backtracked down P Street, away from the ever-present D.C. traffic in the Circle, past a used bookstore she loved, to the adult shop nestled between a Chinese restaurant and a delicatessen. The historic building was like so many others in this eclectic neighborhood, where multi-million-dollar mansions housed foreign embassies alongside trendy restaurants and, well, stores like this one. With a deep breath and a rueful grin, she’d jogged up the steps and entered the store, which had been clean, well-lit, and surprisingly busy for a Friday afternoon.

Kneeling on her bedroom floor, she peered into the bag and surveyed her purchases. It contained everything she needed to bring her three-way fantasy to life and then some. The lubricant, big set of anal toys, and double-headed dildo had been must-haves. You could never have too many vibrators, and the purple one she’d found had just been so damn cute. Of course, visual aids were key, so she’d bought a DVD.

Yep. She had everything she needed.

Bag of naughtiness in hand, she jogged downstairs and stopped in the kitchen to pour herself a margarita from the pitcher she’d left chilling in the fridge. Anticipation tingled low in her gut as she entered the den to make use of the 48" plasma. She was going to do this right—hi-def, surround sound, and all.

Callie closed the door and settled her toys on the table. She loaded the DVD, hoping the movie lived up to its ridiculous but promising name: 3-Way-Stravaganza. On the way to the leather couch she shrugged out of her robe, the blue flickering of the huge television providing the only light. She felt a little foolish until the screen started playing snippets from each of the six scenes against the background of a hot, rhythmic bass beat. Her own pulse matched the music.

Oh, yeah. This would do just fine.

Eyeing the TV, she took a big sip of her frosty drink. The tangy flavor burst on her tongue and added to the heat gathering in her belly. A trio of groans drew her gaze to the television. Watching the threesome writhe on the bed, Callie savored another cold drink of her cocktail. It was time.

She unpacked all the new sex-shop goodies, as well as her trusty pink rabbit. The kinky display covered the coffee table’s surface. She bit down on her bottom lip. Where to start?

Mere anticipation made her wet, arousal dampening the skin and fine hair between her legs. Aiming the remote, she selected the first scene. Her heart raced as two men rubbed their hands all over a woman’s body. Callie’s mind swapped out the actors’ features with those of herself and her friends. The man with a big tribal tattoo on his shoulder became Jack, and she could easily see Jack in the guy’s desperate, muttered expletives. The second man was quiet, so to Callie, he was Noah, with short brown curls and mocha-colored skin in place of the actor’s buzz cut and coppery tan. Callie, of course, was the blonde they shared between them.

Oh, god. When Movie Jack pushed Blondie to her knees and thrust his thick dick in her face, Callie slid her fingers into