Polished by Alyssa Turner
Source: Review by Request
Copy provided by the Author
My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars
It seemed like they had everything, but they didn’t have Jack.
Without question Spencer Hartley burns hot for his girlfriend, Rory, but his other desires are hidden down deep. He might blow things up for a living and climb mountains for kicks, but the scariest thing in his life is the truth about his sexuality.
Jack Rothman works hard and plays dirty. After long, demanding days in his family’s engineering firm, he indulges in the pleasures of silk restraints and fine wine. Lots of hot meaningless sex helps him forget that he’s suffocating, with no one to give him a reason to breathe.
When a catastrophic accident traps Spencer in a flooded subway tunnel with Jack, they need each other to survive. But something strong stirs down there in the darkness, and it’s more than their desperation to live. There’s a spark between them that’s impossible to ignore.
Rory Campbell would love to give Spencer the one thing he doesn’t have, the freedom to explore his secret desires. But how does that fit into her picture-perfect relationship? When Jack invites the couple to his sprawling Hamptons beach house, Rory realizes that she has secret desires of her own–the kind only Jack’s Dominant hand across her bare bottom can satisfy…
Sweet mother of sexytimes…
There was an undeniable energy – sexual tension, even – but neither seemed to know what to do with it. Rory could count herself as number three in the confusion. How do you let your boyfriend know that you’re OK with him experimenting with another man?
This is an MMF romance where an established couple brings a third party into their relationship. It’s a tricky dynamic to work with, but Alyssa Turner nailed it.
You know I’m a total MMF whore!
I’m practically a connoisseur at this point, so I know what I’m talking about. 😉
Let me go ahead and assure you that there’s no cheating in this story – that happens all too often when a third party is brought into a relationship, but this was a group effort. That’s not to say that there aren’t varying degrees of fantasy and lust as the sexual tension rises between these characters… and oh man, when they finally give in to the sexual chemistry that’s staring them in the face… Holy Mother of Melting Kindles!
HOT HOT HOT!
A self-affirmed man-whore, he was; a hypocrite, he was not, at least not in his personal life. He was blunt and merciless about what his intentions were and were not. He had no intention of falling in love, or getting hurt.
But Jack could admire the love of others from afar.
Hello heartthrob! Jack is a consultant for his father’s engineering firm & he’s got a huge chip on his shoulder. His upbringing left him determined to function in life without love. He’s not even one-hundred percent how to give or receive that kind of affection, although he seems to seek it out without realizing it.
He’s immediately drawn to Spencer Hartley, the hunky demolitions expert working with him on a lucrative subway project in NYC. That lust burns even brighter when he sees how much love and honest devotion exists between Spencer and his girl Rory.
Spencer doesn’t set out to separate the couple or consciously seduce them, I think he’s far more interested in being in close proximity to their warmth – well, at first – And, you know, if things get a little wild, so be it 🙂
Spencer couldn’t have been more in love with her. The smile on his face couldn’t have been more alluring. He was just the type of guy Jack couldn’t resist.
Spencer is hopelessly in love with Rory. He’s just about ready to pop the question, but two things are holding him back:
(1) They definitely need more money coming in before they can plan a wedding.
(2) There’s some little feeling in the back of Spencer’s mind that he doesn’t quite know what to do with… It’s an itch he can’t quite scratch – one that has him on edge due to a troubling childhood memories…
The solution to both problems arises in the form of Jack Rothman – the prick consultant on Spencer’s newest job. When a twist of fate finds the two men spending unexpected [and intense] quality time together, a friendship begins to grow and an attraction begins to simmer…
She was independent and strong, with an intellect only rivaled by her innocence. Curiosity radiated from her, and he was certain there was plenty she wanted to experience – only she’d not yet had the opportunity, For all her professed sexual confidence, Rory was as vanilla as the came. At least so far.
Rory is working on her Masters degree in Psychology with a focus in human sexuality. She’s plenty open to all kinds of kinks (in theory), but she’s never really had the opportunity to indulge her curiosity.
Rory and Spencer are content in their relationship – they have a healthy sex life and things are going just fine… Until Jack Rothman shows up and throws them wonderfully off balance.
Spencer might not feel like he can give voice to his urges, but Rory is a smart girl, she has him figured out, and she’s got no problem letting her boyfriend experiment sexually with another man… Of course Spencer isn’t going to come out and ask…
Not to worry, Jack is perfectly happy taking control in the bedroom!
That’s right folks! We’ve got MMF with a dash of D/s!
The heat factor is OFF THE CHARTS on this one.
Spare panties recommended.
Jack brings a dominance into their relationship… Something that Spencer and Rory didn’t even realize was lacking until it was staring them straight in the face.
Surrendering control means that Spencer doesn’t have to ask to indulge in his secret desires…
Rory discovers a freedom in submission that she never knew was possible…
Jack gains an emotional connection – maybe for the first time in his entire life…
When lust and friendship grow into something utterly addictive, how do you stop?
I think one of the great strengths of this story is the infusion of raw emotion – not angst, I’m talking honest introspection. Anyone can write a panty-melting threesome, it takes talent to write a Romance with three parties involved.
I loved that even as Rory and Spencer were working out their feelings about Jack, their relationship was still rock solid. Neither party felt like the other was going to leave them for Jack, I don’t think it ever even crossed their minds. All the love was there… They just had to decide if their was enough room in their hearts for the man who wound up in their bed…
I was blissfully overwhelmed with lust, and then pleasantly surprised by how much LOVE was in this story.
The relationship wasn’t without conflict – all three of the MCs have family members that will have you raging at your book. Jack’s dad in particular deserves a swift kick or two… There’s a lot working against these three and it was a joy to watch them figure out how to navigate their relationships with each other.
The little island’s small, nondescript beach was in sight, along with a shabby-looking dock. Jack gave instructions to hold the rudder steady as they glided toward it. He called to Rory to place herself at the bow of the boat as they made their way into the surf. Closer still, he called for Spencer to toss him the length of rope, with which he intended to tie off on the dock when they got close enough. Jack set the fenders in place just before popping off the deck and onto the dock.
They were all standing on the sodden wood planks when Rory made an observation: “Jack, you seem to like being in charge.”
He grinned. “Why do you say that?”
“You just looked really comfortable giving orders.”
Jack gave her a quizzical look. Her comment stopped him short, halfway along the dock. He was reading her words—searching—she was sure of it. She decided she would make it easier for him. “You’re a Dom, aren’t you, Jack?”
“A what?” Spencer asked, hobbling up in back of them.
“A Dominant,” Rory explained to Spencer. “Like when we like to role-play that you’re a cop and I’ve been arrested.” She looked right at Jack. “Only he isn’t playing.”
“Rory…” Jack started.
She shoved her hands in her front pockets to keep them from trembling. Her head dipped and she watched a sand crab scurry away from her foot. There was a clear and definite line presenting itself during that moment. It was shiny and thin like trip wire, and oh so scary. Sucking in her bottom lip, she stepped closer and lifted her eyes to Jack’s, hoping her voice would be loud enough for him to hear. “Show us.”
The way his eyes darkened was unmistakable. His jaw locked, his neck muscles flexing with pent-up tension.
“Rory likes to get inside people’s heads,” Spencer said with a slight tone of apology in his voice. “Side effect of her psych training.”
Jack shook his head, barely slowing his stride toward the beach. “Sorry, I don’t do parlor tricks. Besides, you probably have the wrong idea. Dog collars and leather harnesses aren’t my thing.”
Rory didn’t really know what she had expected. The only Dominant/submissive behavior she’d ever witnessed was in the pages of a textbook and a few paperbacks she kept in her night table. “Please, show us.”
Jack stopped walking. “Are you sure?”
“Maybe it sounds crazy, but I want to know what it’s like. I mean I read about this stuff…” Her cheeks reddened as she remembered the pile of erotica Jack had stacked so neatly next to their futon. “I’ll bet you’re amazing.”
She reached for Spencer’s hand and gave it a squeeze. Spencer shrugged like he had no idea what was going on.
A gentle wind blew constant from the east, carrying the scent of the sea and the slight tinge of diesel. Jack was quiet for such a long time that Rory almost told him to forget it. What was she thinking, putting him on the spot like that? Mortification crept in like an unwanted stowaway.
“We need a safe word,” Jack said finally. “Something you say when you’re not cool with what I’ve asked or what’s going on.”
Spencer laughed. “Dude, what exactly are you going to ask that we wouldn’t be cool with?”
Jack shook his head again. “This is such a bad idea.” He turned back toward the shore.
“Nail polish,” Rory blurted. “It needs to be something that wouldn’t come up in normal conversation.” She sounded like she was quoting a textbook and she knew it—in fact, that was precisely what she was doing. “The safe word is nail polish.”
“Isn’t that two words?” Spencer said, with a snarky grin on his face.
Jack’s eyes narrowed on Rory. He folded his arms, planted his feet firmly on the sodden wood. Rory’s heart fluttered with nerves as he sized the both of them up. “Rory, take off your bikini top.” His command came in an even tone, but there was no disagreeing with that voice. “Spencer and I would like to appreciate how beautiful your breasts are.”
Rory swallowed hard. It had been like a switch flipping on for him—for her too, because that tone in his voice made her heart skip three beats. She hesitated, only because her hands were shaking. She’d asked for it, but even as it was happening it didn’t seem real. How far did she want this to go? What else would he ask of her? She realized that not knowing was a very big part of why her pussy was suddenly flexing in earnest.
“Rory, I gave you an order,” Jack said.
It was like the dock had narrowed to a sliver and all she could see was his relentless stare.
She was frozen in the moment, her heart beating in her ears at least five times before Jack’s shoulders dropped and he started to turn around again.
“Wait!” Rory called out, her fingers busy with the strings on her top. She stared at Spencer, wanting to know what he would make of it all. He arched an eyebrow at her with a big question resting in his expression. Rory froze, but nodded. She needed to do this, needed to help Spencer see that she was open to new things, to exploring new ground in their sex life. If he could see that she was brave, maybe he could be brave too. Smiling at him, she let the bikini top fall away to the dock.
When Spencer started to pick it up for her, Jack stopped him. “No, leave it there. She isn’t going to need it.”
“I’m not exactly sure what the fuck is going here,” Spencer said, but left the little bit of pink fabric where it had fallen.
“It’s OK, Spencer. Jack is in charge. He calls the shots and we do what he says.” Rory fought the reflex to cover herself. The wind kissed her nipples, encouraging them to peak, though the arousal pooling in her bikini bottoms could only be blamed on the circumstances.
“Come on,” Jack said, hoisting the bag of towels and snacks on his shoulder and heading for the beach.
Spencer slipped into step next to Rory. “You OK with this?”
“It’s liberating,” she whispered. “And a turn-on. I can’t pretend that it isn’t.”
“You never cease to amaze me.”
She touched his arm. “Are you OK with this?”
Rory looked down at his shorts. “You’re hard.”
“So I’m curious and hard.”
She grinned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’m curious too. We do what we want to do and nothing more. No judgments.”
He nodded. “No judgments.” With a lick of his lips, he cupped her breast softly, caressing her sensitive nipple with his thumb.
“Spencer, you aren’t aloud to touch her unless I say so.” Jack made his way to the dock again, walking fast with a stern look on his face. “She might be your girlfriend, but here you have no rights unless I give them to you. You belong to me. She belongs to me.” He grabbed her hand and led her to the towel he’d spread out on a grassy patch of beach. Rory followed as if she were on a leash. She stepped out of her super short terry cloth shorts.
“Your girlfriend is absolutely stunning,” Jack said to a slightly dumbfounded Spencer as he instructed her to lie down with a few scant gestures.
“Uh…thank you,” he said.
“Put some lotion on her so she doesn’t burn.”
Spencer’s hands danced over Rory’s skin and his eyes were hooded with the thoughts he inspired. They had an audience, for real this time, keenly watching every swipe of suntan lotion across her skin. Jack didn’t attempt to help. He just watched. Spencer stole more than a few glances at him while he worked. When Spencer was finished, Jack held out his hand for the lotion.
“Very good job. She’s well protected.”
Spencer nodded. His cock looked as if it would burst open the seams of his swimming trunks.
“Thank you, Spencer,” Rory said.
In a flash Jack was inches from her face, bending over her so that his breath could be felt on her lips. “You don’t thank Spencer. You thank me.”
Rory bit her lip as a fresh drip of silk slipped from her core. “Oh, sorry.” He lifted his chin expectantly. “Thank you, Jack”
Jack swallowed. “Now you, Spencer.”
“You’re going to put the lotion on me?”
“You two have a lot to learn about being subs.”
“Maybe, but I can’t believe how turned on I am,” Rory whispered.
Jack smiled at her. “I can.” He sat on his knees and his gaze traveled over her body to the neat pink Lycra V between her legs. “You’ve soaked your bottoms already.” The grin on his face was wicked. “Take them off.”
Rory felt her cheeks flush. Jack was like another person, which seemed to fit because somehow she felt different too. The correct response flowed easily off her tongue. “Yes, Sir.”
An Interview with Alyssa Turner
Polyamory: Sometimes more is more,
Oh how I love a challenge! I too love the complicated dynamic endemic in the MMF genre. It’s endlessly entertaining to navigate through the rough waters to a HEA. I’m the girl who prefers to mountain bike than ride a trail. I like dodging the rocks and ditches, sometimes taking them head on. You could say I’m a rebel that way.
Alyssa Turner on Writing:
Alyssa Turner on Reading:
I don’t usually go back and read books over, but I have re-read a few. Beyond Eden, by Kele Moon is one that comes to mind.
The book I’m reading now is Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn. Great writing voice.
Sadly, I can’t pin-point it. But my first menage was Brazen, by Maya Banks. I was hooked.
The Book Boyfriends of my own creation are probably my favorites in the traditional sense, but the character I am most intrigued with (maybe infatuated is the right word) is Tiffany Reisz’s Soren. He’s a priest…talk about complicated. Hat’s off to Ms. Reisz for taking on that challenge.
Alyssa Turner on Play Time:
I love gardening and hiking, but I also like to get fancied up for a night out. Both in the same day would be good.