SEXUAL STUDIES 3
BEAUTIFUL TRIAD by Kate Watterson

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Drew Fletcher is one hot, young pilot with no roots and no rules. Toss in his best friend, Rob Hanson, and Lauren's vacation in the wooded beauty of the Smoky Mountains takes confusion to new heights. She finds Drew with his reckless smile devastatingly attractive. But Rob is all too close, and with his sensitivity and dark good looks, she isn't sure how to act. Nice girls can't be so attracted to two men...can they?

Lauren Hanes is intelligent, gorgeous, and everything else a man could want. For months Rob and Drew have pretended nothing is wrong, but neither of them is fooling the other one. As if tensions weren't high enough, a woman has disappeared from the area and local authorities are afraid she might be a murder victim.

Two friends, the woman they both desire, and a possible serial killer cross paths, and someone might just end up dead...

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The images flickered across the screen and thankfully the credits began to roll. He and Drew had lost the toss of the coin and instead of the action adventure flick they'd opted for, Lauren had chosen a romantic comedy that was definitely geared toward a female audience.

Not that it mattered to him, Rob thought, so aware of her it was like a physical touch. He'd watch cartoons if she wanted.

Drew snorted and pressed a button on the remote, shutting off the television. The small media room was just off the main part of the house, comfortably furnished with a leather sectional and a couple low glass coffee tables, the sole focus a vast, expensive entertainment center with a massive theater system. The three of them were seated the couch, and Lauren, in a thin tank top and light shorts, looked enticingly pretty with her slender legs curled under her, an after dinner glass of wine in her hand.

Arched brows lifted as she gave Drew a mock glare. "What was that sound for?"

"Sorry, babe, but these chick movies all end the same."

"Chick movies? Better watch yourself, Drew, you sound like a misogynist with a comment like that. Why was it a chick flick? Because there weren't a bunch of bad guys with guns being foiled by a bunch of good guys with guns?"

Drew looked at him. "Did you hear that? Misogynist? Back me up, Hanson. Don't these movies all end with the same sappy kiss? That one wasn't even a good kiss." He gestured at the now blank screen with the remote.

Rob grinned and shrugged. "From a male perspective, I have to admit it looked like a substandard kiss to me. She probably yawned afterwards."

"I thought it was romantic." Lauren took a sip of wine and then made a gurgle of protest as Drew plucked the glass from her hand and set it on the table. "Hey."

He turned toward her and gave her a slow smile. "I'll be more than happy to show you how it should be done."

She laughed. "Really, Drew, that isn't necessary at the moment."

He ignored the protest, his hand lifting to brush her hair back from her shoulder in a familiar gesture. One finger traced the line of her collarbone and he looked into her eyes. "You see, what we just saw was not an I-want-to-fuck-you kiss."

"Drew." There was outraged protest in her voice. "That is the least romantic word in the world, by the way."

"Fuck? Probably. But it can be sexy." His gaze dropped her mouth.

"I'm not going to comment."

"Well, shouldn't it have been?"

"What?"

"An I-want-to-fuck-you kiss. The director left us at the bedroom door. If so, the way it was done was all wrong."

"Oh, you're an expert, is that it?" Lauren's tone was teasing, but her lush lashes lowered a fraction as Drew leaned in, pinning her to the back of the couch with his body as his mouth descended to capture hers.

Rob didn't move, just watching. His friend kissed her with slow deliberation, angling his head, his hands moving slowly. At first she stiffened, probably in objection to someone right next to them, and then the gradual relaxation was apparent as she began to respond. It was a very intimate kiss, and Rob was surprised at himself to find the sight was actually arousing rather than sparking the jealous reaction a man might usually feel to see the woman he wants in the arms of another man. Drew loved her, he knew that, and it was evident in the light movement of his fingers across her upper arms, and the way he melded their mouths together.

Lauren sounded a little breathless when they broke apart, her breasts lifting quickly under the material of her thin shirt. She was also blushing.

With a smug smile, Drew asked, "Well?"

In answer she gave an exaggerated shrug, her cheeks a vivid pink. "That was okay, I suppose, but—"

"Okay?" Drew caught her shoulders to turn her to face away from him, toward where Rob sat. "That's a challenge if I ever heard one, Hanson. Let's see how you do."

For a moment their gazes locked over the top of her head.

This is it.

Lauren's eyes widened and her lips parted in alarm as she stared at him, obviously off balance. "I…I don't think we need to take this too far here."

"I don't get an opportunity at the best kiss title?" Rob felt his heart begin a slow pound, knowing he had this chance—and this chance only maybe—to convince her to at least consider the idea of two lovers. Drew had more than done his part and the ball was definitely in his court.

She didn't answer and he guessed from the expression on her face she realized Drew had essentially just given them permission to do what he hoped like hell she wanted to do as much as he did.

He didn't wait for her to think about it. Instead he slid closer, his gaze riveted on the tempting curve of her lips, his hands closing over her slim waist as he lowered his head. With the first touch of his lips she gave a betraying tremble. Then her mouth parted for the brush of his tongue.

Heaven.

She tasted like wine and warm woman, and he felt the reaction in his cock, which was already at half mast just from watching them. His erection surged as he tugged her closer, the roundness of her hip pressing his thigh, his exploration of her mouth gentle but urgent. Lauren's hands came up to clasp his upper arms and he noted the lack of resistance with a surge of triumph.

It was definitely an I-want-to-fuck-you kiss as he teased and tasted. It might have even qualified for an I-want-to-make-wild, passionate-love-to-you-all-night-long kiss. He broke away, captured her mouth again, and she made a small sound that he easily interpreted as pleasure, because it was clear she was kissing him right back with encouraging enthusiasm.
Finally he lifted his head and stared into her eyes. He saw her consternation over what had just happened, and she seemed at a loss for words and more than a little shaken. In a not quite steady voice, Rob asked, "Well, how'd I do?"