Pass The Parcel: Party Games

By Rhian Cahill

It's more than a game when their hearts are involved.

For one night Kitty is going to pretend she's someone else. Someone not afraid of going after what she wants. And what she wants is a night of carnal pleasure with her two bosses.

Ethan and Finn have wanted their shy, innocent office manager since the moment they laid eyes on her. But months of issuing subtle invitations and innuendoes have gotten them nowhere. Until now.

Now she's here. With them. And nothing will stop them from getting what they want—Kitty in their bed. Forever.

Warning: A heroine out of her depth and two sexy heroes determine to show her she's capable of taking them both on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rhian Cahill
• Release date: Feb 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781925375206

Rhian Cahill

Rhian Cahill is the alter ego of a former stay-at-home mother of four. With motherly duties rapidly dwindling Rhian is able to make use of the fertile imagination she used to keep herself sane for all those years of slavery. Having spent some years living overseas and visiting tropical climates has helped inspire some steamy stories. Multi-published in erotic romance and contemporary romance, Rhian, with the help of Mr. Muse, spends her days and nights writing. When not glued to the keyboard you'll find her book or knitting in hand avoiding any and all housework as much as possible.   To find out more, visit Rhian on her website and subscribe to her newsletter.  You can also follow Rhian on Facebook ,Instagram and Twitter. 

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1

Kitty took a deep breath and held it.

I can do this.

Breathing out through her nose in a steady stream, she tried to calm her rioting nerves.

I have to do this.

Lord, if she chickened out now she’d never forgive herself. But the urge to leave was swallowing her whole.

No dammit!

For once—just once—she wanted to be the bold, sexy, confident, go-after-what-she-wants woman she’d dreamed of being.

I will do this.

Kitty raised her chin and stared at the house across the street. Lights ablaze and music pouring from inside like water through a sieve, the place oozed party. For some reason—whether inspired by the driving beat thumping the walls and vibrating the very air she breathed or the scantily clad individuals spilling from inside and milling about on the lawn—Kitty felt a sexual pull like no other.

Lowering her gaze, she drew in another big breath and let it go in a rush.

Who was she kidding? Her arousal had nothing to do with the pounding music or the barely clothed people across the street. Two words explained her current state of electrified awareness.

Ethan.

Finn.

Two names that wrenched her slumberous libido from its dormant status into the bright lights of need and want. God. She’d spent weeks, months—years—admiring them from afar. In her fantasies, she was one of the women they regularly took to bed. Together. A shiver rolled over her. Kitty might not be an inexperienced virgin, but she’d never ventured far into the carnal territory Ethan and Finn liked to play in.

She hadn’t had the nerve.

Still didn’t.

But she was going to pretend.

For one night, Kelly Owens—aka Kitty—would be the woman that men wanted. The sexy siren they couldn’t take their eyes off. The one they wanted to put their hands on.

Even if it killed her.

And it just might.

She took a step in the five-inch heels she’d borrowed from her sister and winced. And wobbled. Her toes were squashed together and her arches were stretched so high she was surprised she hadn’t snapped a tendon or ligament or muscle or whatever it was that held her toes on. With a grimace, she tugged on the hem of her ridiculously short skirt and wondered why she’d thought exposing every centimetre of her legs was a good idea.

Or why she’d purchased the black lace thong currently flossing her butt cheeks. And don’t even get her started on the lung-crushing, skin-pinching corset the saleswoman had talked her into buying. Or why she’d worn the stupid thing.

Sure, it pushed her C cups to an in-your-face drool-worthy position, but that didn’t take away from the fact that if she moved faster than a slow walk—not that she dared in her sky-scraper shoes—she’d slap herself in the face and break her nose. Or bust a lip. Or poke an eye out with one of her turned-on nipples.

That was the other problem with the corset. It didn’t cover her boobs. The torturous contraption made a weird shelf-like thingy that left two-thirds of her breasts uncovered by anything but the flimsy halter-top she wore. Or wasn’t wearing depending on your opinion of what constituted a top. In hers, what she had on barely resembled a bikini, and Kitty didn’t even own a bikini.

She tried pulling her hair over her shoulders to hide the plain-as-the-nose-on-your-face advertisement of her arousal, only those pesky tips even managed to navigate their way through the long strands to sit front and centre. Pointing the way. The urge to cross her arms over her chest was strong. To curb the impulse, she curled her fingers and concentrated on brushing her knuckles on her bare thighs with each step she took.

Kitty!

Turning her head, Kitty saw the two reasons she was here no more than a car-length away. She stumbled on nothing in particular and would have fallen flat on her face if Finn hadn’t sprinted over and slung his arm around her waist. He pulled her against him, her chest plastered to his and, with the added height of her killer heels, she found herself eye-to-eye with one of her leading fantasy men.

Lips trembling, she smiled. Hi.

Jesus. You scared the shit out of me. Finn glanced down at the road. You must have hit a bit of loose gravel.

Kitty nodded, more than happy for him to think that than the truth. One—she’d never worn heels this high in her life. And two—she was so worked up over them—over being here in these out-of-her-comfort-zone clothes—she couldn’t walk.

Ethan crowded in beside them. You came. The surprise in his voice made her stomach dip and her heart tugged on her throat as it took a freefall to her toes.

Um, well, yes. She glanced from one set of blue eyes to the other. Y-you asked me to come. Oh God. Had their invitation been a joke?

Ethan grinned and her heart shot back up from her toes and into her throat like it had been fired from a slingshot. We most definitely did. He leaned back, his gaze travelling the length of her until he reached her feet. Pursing his lips, he gave a soft whistle as he brought that shiver-inducing gaze back to hers. "And might I say how fucking brilliant that was."

There was no denying the heat in his eyes or the way he looked at her as though he wanted to eat her whole. She quivered all over.

The air around them crackled. And the courage she’d dredged up to get her to this point wavered in the face of such obvious lust. She’d never been on the receiving end of a look so hungry, and as her body responded with its own hunger—warming, coiling, dampening—she teetered on her borrowed five-inch stilts.

The vice around her waist tightened, squashing her boobs into the hard male chest in front of her.

How had she forgotten Finn held her? Held her crushed against him. So close she could feel every inch of him.

Every.

Inch.

And there were many.

All of them rock hard.

Kitty swallowed. Licked her dry lips. The heat of the mid-summer evening was nothing compared to the heat radiating off Finn. And Ethan.

Off the two of them.

She couldn’t catch her breath.

Breathe.

Her chest ached and her heart slammed against her ribs, threatening to shove her boobs off their display shelf.

Breathe dammit.

She needed to breathe. Needed to calm the chaos churning inside her. But she couldn’t do that with them so close.

Surrounding her.

Overwhelming her.

Kitty tried to ease out of Finn’s arms, but Ethan moved closer, pressing in behind her. Caging her between them.

Where you going? he murmured in her ear, sending goose bumps racing over her skin and fire racing over every nerve ending.

I, um. Kitty glanced around, her heart pounding louder than the music blaring around them. She avoided their eyes, her gaze darting from one thing to the next until it landed on the house. Inside?

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Air rushed from Ethan’s lungs and the steel rod stretched across his shoulders melted away. He’d seen Kelly’s fear. Seen the uncertainty, the urge to flee that had flashed through her eyes, and it killed him to stand there and let her decide whether or not to stay. He wouldn’t make her stay, but he’d do everything he could to convince her she wanted to.

He reached for her hand and slid his fingers through hers. Let’s go then.

Finn loosened his grip and turned her so she was tucked into his side. Stick close. These things can get a little wild.

Wild wasn’t the half of it. The last one of these parties they’d attended had gotten so out of control once the party co-ordinator had left, even their eyebrows had been raised. And that was saying something.

He doubted things would be out of hand this early in the night but gave Kelly’s hand a squeeze. Don’t worry. We’ll look after you.

They’d take such good care of her she’d never want to be away from them. Ever. Shit. He was getting ahead of himself again. Kelly was here—with them—and for now that was all that mattered—it was enough—a start. The rest would fall into place if it was meant to.

God, he hoped it was meant to.

Um, so whose party is this? she asked as they made their way across the