Lick Is A Four-Letter Word – Chapter One excerpt


Did you ever find yourself in a situation that was embarrassing, hilarious, AND sensual? If not, read on and prepare to snort your drink all over your lap. I’m posting the first chapter and part of the second for you. At the beginning of Lick Is A Four-Letter Word, Felicity is trapped in a small room with two very naked, very hot men. I giggled the entire time I wrote the scene!


Josh and Troy aren’t looking for a girlfriend, but a lost bet sends them into a small room with a broken lock. When a beautiful blonde limps in from the connecting bathroom, they end up on their knees trying to make her feel better.

Felicity isn’t looking for love, but she keeps falling into Josh and Troy’s arms. The men can’t control their desire to take care of her. She can’t resist their humor.

Even so, Felicity isn’t sure she wants to date two guys at once, especially when she’s white and they’re not. Josh and Troy aren’t sure their attraction for her and each other is worth the risk.

Will a secret from Felicity’s past push them away before they come together? Will Josh and Troy be able to convince her they’re serious, and that their love is hers for the taking?


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Chapter One

“This is a bad idea.” Josh fidgeted with the paper sheet thingy spread over his lap. It barely covered his junk. “Seriously.”

“Oh, stop being such a baby,” Troy retorted, adjusting his own paper sheet. “Laura said women like it when you trim the forest. And besides, we lost the bet, remember?”

He doesn’t seem to be having any trouble with his little paper dress, Josh thought bitterly. Troy lounged on his table as though hanging out naked in a small room with his best friend was entirely normal. Which it totally is not. To make matters worse,Troy’s cappuccino-colored skin wasn’t sporting even one goose bump and Josh was shivering. He wished he could bang his head on something. Like a wall. Or Troy’s skull.

“And you listen to my sister when she talks to you about sex?” he asked mulishly.

Troy frowned, looking down at his lollipop thoughtfully. “When you put it like that…”

Josh sighed. “Dude. She’s married to your brother. Your older brother. Who stuffed you in a closet when you were eight, remember? He could kill us both with his little finger.” Josh shifted his weight on the table, wondering once again how he and Troygot themselves into these disasters. His butt was numb from sitting and waiting and he could barely keep himself from shredding the stupid paper drape. I’m going to kill Laura for setting us up for this. This is all her fault.

“Now you’re just being a wuss. If we ganged up on David, we’d be fine,” Troy said and stuck the cherry candy back in his mouth.

Josh glared at his friend. Troy was an idiot. He had been driving Josh crazy since they were kids. “He’s a cop.”

“So?” Troy asked, the side of his cheek sticking out from the round candy.

Josh scowled. Troy’s lips were pulled to one side by the lollipop. His hazel eyes twinkled over his distorted cheek, daring Josh to say something. How he managed to look so put-together while naked and sucking on a lollipop was beyond Josh’s comprehension.

“You’re ridiculous,” he finally said, putting all of the withering contempt he felt for his best friend right now in the words. “Also, my sister would take David’s side. She could kick your ass, too.”

“I’m not afraid of Laura,” Troy declared.

Josh laughed. “I had no idea you turned into a moron when you took your clothes off.”

Troy glared at him and pulled out the candy. “For God’s sake, Josh, man up. You’re twenty-seven years old. You own your own business. You have a black belt in Tae Kwon Do.”

“I own half my own company. You own the other half. And my sister has a black belt too, so it cancels mine out. Also, she’s my sister. I haven’t won an argument with her since she turned five, and neither have you.” Josh shifted again, then froze when the paper ripped under his thigh. “Shit.”

Troy snorted. “You can’t even sit still. Pathetic.”

Josh gave him the finger. “I’m freezing.”

Troy licked his lollipop insolently, leaning back on his table. “It’s not my problem if your skinny Korean ass has no insulation.”


“Whatever.” Troy rolled his eyes.

“That’s like calling you a white boy.” Josh knew that particular statement would get his friend riled up and he grinned in anticipation. He didn’t have to wait long.

“Fuck you,” Troy said, spitting the lollipop out. He was half-smiling. This was an old argument. “I’m half black.”

“Your mom is white and she raised you. And you hate rap music. That’s just weird. That cancels out all your blackness.” Josh leaned back, giving up on the stupid paper. It gaped open over his leg, giving Troy an eyeful of his hip, but he didn’t care anymore. If something poked out, oh well. Not like Troy hasn’t seen a dick before. He’s got one of his own.

“I simply prefer more refined music, like the blues. Or jazz,” Troy stated, nodding his head emphatically. “Unlike you, my tastes are more developed.”

Josh grinned. “At least I have taste.”

Troy sat up. A loud rip signaled the demise of half of his paper drape. “Shitballs.” He stared down at the rip that left him clutching two pieces of paper over his groin. “You did that on purpose.”

“Your lollipop is sticking,” Josh said, pointing.

Troy cursed and pulled it up, ripping the paper even more. A scrap stuck to the candy. “You suck, Josh.”

Josh laughed, watching his friend try to juggle two scraps of paper and a lollipop while trying to keep his cock covered. It was way too late for modesty, though he didn’t tell Troy that. He eyed the line of his friend’s body, admiring the way his muscles moved under the skin, not for the first time. He was careful to look away before Troy caught him. He liked women, but a few years ago he’d had to come to terms with the fact that he seemed to be something less than straight, not that he’d ever acted on it. Not that he ever intended on doing so. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he might be just a bit bisexual, but it wasn’t that big a deal. He liked girls just fine, too. Besides, it was easier to date women.

He watched, amused as Troy cursed again, finally getting the last of the paper off of his lollipop. He licked it triumphantly, flicking the sticky bit he’d picked off toward Josh. Josh ducked, the paper on his lap sliding again. He grabbed it and missed. That’s when the door from the bathroom opened and a small blonde woman walked in wearing nothing but a paper sheet, nerdy glasses, and long, wavy hair.


Chapter Two

Felicity stopped dead in her tracks as the door to the bathroom shut behind her with a solid thud.

“Uh—” she said, staring at the display of gorgeous male flesh in front of her. One of the men had his paper sheet clutched to his groin, lollipop dangling precariously from his mouth. He was a warm brown all over. He had the most delicious set of muscles she’d ever seen and eyes that flashed from hazel to gold and back again. His short, light hair was done in small, soft dreadlocks. It looked fluffy. She wanted to run her hands along his head, see if it felt as soft as it looked.

He smiled cheekily at her, licking his lollipop as he readjusted his paper drape. She blushed, tearing her eyes away only to have them land on the other man. His hair was a shiny dark brown, longer in front so that it flopped over his forehead. He stared back at her as he sat there, cupping his hands over his groin, crumpled up paper haphazardly arranged over his hips. He looked just as amazing as the other man: smooth light brown skin, sleek muscles, and exotically tilted brown eyes.

“Oh God,” she muttered, feeling for the doorknob behind her. She curled her toes in her socks and tried to figure out what had just happened. Her bad ankle ached, warning her not to tense up, but it was already too late. She ignored the stab of pain in her foot, used to it after the past few years. She didn’t know where to look that wouldn’t land her in trouble. “I’m sorry, I must have picked the wrong door,” she mumbled, mortified, still fumbling behind her. When her hand closed over the knob, she breathed a sigh of relief. She tried to turn it, wanting to back out of here as quickly and painlessly as possible. It didn’t budge. “Crap,” she muttered, clutching the paper drape closed with her other hand as if her life depended on it. “Double crap,” she said more loudly as she tried again to get the handle to move. It clicked futilely in her hand.

“It’s locked, isn’t it,” the Asian-looking guy said, a resigned note in his voice.

She nodded, making sure her eyes stayed on the floor. She could see his bare toes curling in midair as he sat on the table. He had really attractive feet.

“Locked. Ha. Of course it is,” the other man said, his voice a soft baritone. He was clearly amused.

Felicity closed her eyes and leaned back against the door. “I was in the bathroom changing. I must have gotten turned around.” She desperately wished the floor would swallow her up. She cracked one eye open. Nope, no hole to dive into, dammit.

“No worries. I’ll just go get the attendant. She can go in through the adjoining room and unlock the bathroom,” the deep-voiced man said.

Felicity glanced up just in time to see him hop down, holding the paper sheet he’d mutilated closed over his hips. It barely covered him. She flushed, mortified as she realized that the shadow she was looking at behind the paper was his cock, swinging. Or was that her glasses sending reflections across her eyes?

“You’re going to get the attendant,” the Asian man repeated disbelievingly. “Troy, your butt is hanging out in midair.”

It sure was. She could see it in all its glory. Felicity tried to pretend she was invisible. Or dreaming. Or hallucinating. Anything to get her out of this incredibly embarrassing situation. Sure, she had the opportunity to gawk at a couple of indecently hot men, but her own goods were barely covered. And I never went on that diet I meant to. She felt really, really exposed.

“So? I’ll just poke my head out.” He walked to the door, somehow managing to keep a hand on his candy, the paper, and his dignity… until he tried the handle and it wouldn’t move. “Uh-oh,” he said, not moving.

“What do you mean, ‘uh-oh?’ ‘Uh-oh’ is not cool, Troy.” The other man jumped down and strode over.

Felicity stared. His ass was just as amazing and perfect as his friend’s. She couldn’t help goggling. She was only human, after all. He was slightly shorter than the other man, but that didn’t bother her in the least bit. She swallowed, trying to get a grip on her libido. They were the most handsome men she’d ever seen close up. I didn’t think guys looked like this without photo editing, she mused, eyes lingering on the taller guy’s hips. Their skin color contrasted with each other beautifully. And I did not just think that, did I? she berated herself.

“It’s locked. From the outside,” the Asian guy said.

“No shit, Josh,” the darker, taller man replied.

As one, they turned and looked at Felicity.

Why were they looking at her like that? It wasn’t her fault they were stuck here. “Uh, hi? How’s it going?” She waved with her free hand, trying not to let on how disconcerted she felt.

The taller guy laughed, shoulders relaxing. “Yeah. Hi.”

“Oh for God’s sake,” the Asian guy muttered. He straightened his shoulders, one hand hanging onto his paper. The muscles in his arm and chest bulged attractively. “I’m Josh. This is Troy.” He jerked a thumb at his friend.

Felicity blinked and forced herself to smile. “I’m Felicity.”

“Hello, Felicity,” Troy said, leaning back against the door. “Looks like we’re stuck in here.” Lazily, he licked his lollipop again.

Felicity choked back a gasp as his lips closed around the red candy. Jesus, the man is lethal. “Looks like,” she managed, forcing her eyes away from his mouth. Unfortunately, she ended up looking at Josh. He was glaring at his friend, but that didn’t detract one bit from the sharp beauty of his face.

I’m going to either faint or go up in flames, Felicity thought, her gaze  bouncing back and forth from one man to the other.

“So, uh, you’re here for a bikini wax?” Josh said.

And just like that, Felicity remembered that she was naked too. She went hot all over as she tried to figure out how to answer him. “Um—” she began, then gave up when his eyes dropped to her chest. She glanced down, not surprised to see her nipples pebbled against the paper. She was cold and embarrassed—and kind of aroused, a treacherous voice in her head muttered. She shifted to cover her breasts with her hands, but then the bottom gaped open and she grabbed at that part, too, pretzeling her arms. Stupid paper gown, she thought darkly.

Trey elbowed Josh in the ribs. “Dude. You are an idiot.”

Josh thunked his head on the wall, twice, then looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry. It’s none of my business.”

Felicity shrugged, trying to keep the paper gown under control. “My friend bought me a gift certificate for this place.”

“His sister won a bet against us.” Troy pointed at Josh.

Felicity bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Okay.”

“And we are never playing cards with Laura again, right?” Troy said, jabbing his lollipop at Josh like a weapon.

Josh ducked away from the sticky candy. “I’ve already apologized at least twice. What do you want from me? Blood?”

Troy nodded, eyes mischievous.

Felicity was too busy trying to jimmy the doorknob behind her to notice anything strange until Josh spoke again.

“What are you, a vampire? You’re the wrong color, my friend.” He smirked. “In case it’s escaped your notice.”

The taller man grinned. “You think you’re funny, but you really, really aren’t.”

Felicity watched as his eyes flicked down over Josh’s body, almost too quickly for her to believe it. Josh was mock-frowning and didn’t seem to notice Troy checking him out. Maybe I imagined it? Felicity wondered, fingers wrapped around the cold metal knob. She yanked on it again. It still didn’t budge.

“How are we going to get out of here?” Josh asked.

“Someone will come looking for us,” Troy said, licking his lollipop. Josh sighed, and both men turned their attention on her again.

Felicity swallowed, hoping nothing jiggly was showing as she moved her hand away from the door. “I had an appointment. When the girl who was supposed to work on me doesn’t find me where I’m supposed to be, they’ll come looking.”

Troy leaned against the wall. “Yeah, okay. That’s good.”

Felicity nodded.

The three of them stared at each other in silence for a minute. Felicity tried to imagine the duo without the hair on their chests, but couldn’t do it. They weren’t excessively furry anyway. It would be a shame if they de-haired themselves, she thought sadly. Her gaze lingered on their pecs and then trailed down to their abdomens. Both men were in amazing shape.

“Okay! So, what do you do for a living, Felicity?” Josh asked, sounding desperate.

Was he getting hard? Holy shit. She stared at his groin, wondering if the bulge she saw was what she thought it was. “Um, I’m a copy writer. And I do some IT stuff, too.”

“What does a copy writer do?” Troy asked, moving in front of his friend.

“You know the blurbs you read on ads and on the backs of books? That’s what I write. I do online copywriting, too.” Felicity watched him saunter over to one of the tables. He hopped up on it, the paper gaping for a moment. Oh my God, that is definitely his penis. Her heart stuttered. Damn, the man is well-endowed. And so is his friend. She was no longer cold.

“That sounds interesting,” Josh was saying.

She could tell he was just trying to be polite. She struggled to focus on what he was saying and not on his assets. “Yeah, not. It’s actually kind of boring,” she said, forcing her eyes back to the floor. The floor was safe.

“I can’t believe we left our cell phones in the damn bathroom,” Troy said.

“How long do you think we’ll have to wait before someone comes looking for us?” Josh asked.

Felicity was about to answer when someone knocked on the door.

“Yes, come in!” Troy yelled, hopping down again from the table.

Whoever was at the door tried to turn the knob… and couldn’t.

“Oh shit,” Josh said, staring at the door.

Felicity stifled a crazy urge to laugh hysterically. They heard muffled talk from the other side of the wall as Josh walked over.

“We didn’t lock it,” he called out. More muffled sounds followed. Josh bent his head, then tried the knob from his side. A rattling noise came from inside the lock. “I think it’s jammed.” He pressed his face against the door, listening.

Felicity tried not to panic. She was stuck in a room with two strange men and they were all naked. Or close enough to it that it didn’t matter. She rearranged her paper gown, wishing there was more of it to cover her.

“They said they have to get a locksmith. Apparently they’ve been having trouble with this door for a while now.” Josh said, coming back over. He leaned against the table next to Troy.

“Why can’t they just let us out through the bathroom?” Troy asked, waving his lollipop around. “You know, go in through that door, enter the connecting bathroom, and voila.”

Josh pinched the bridge of his nose. “They said there’s a session going on in the room next door and they can’t interrupt it.”

“What? That’s stupid,” Felicity said, eyeing his legs. They were strong and lean and when he caught her staring, she whipped her eyes away. “How long? Do they know?”

“Maybe an hour? Two? They really have no idea.” Josh sighed, leaning his elbows on the table. “And yeah, it’s totally stupid that they can’t just go in and unlock it. The woman said something about a ‘very important client.’” He used air quotes to emphasize his disgust. “This place sucks.”

“Well, damn,” Troy said, disgruntled. “What are we going to do in here for an hour?” He popped his lollipop back in his mouth and poked Josh. “After all this, I am so not getting any damn thing waxed. If your sister asks us about it, we will lie. Got it? We will lie, and we will lie well. And you will not burst out laughing in the middle of the lie, either.”

Josh nodded tiredly. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you.” Both men lapsed into silence, nearly identical grumpy expressions on their faces. Felicity watched them, wondering if she should say something. Josh was tapping a finger on the edge of the table in a complicated rhythm. Troy occupied himself by licking his lollipop. His full lips were stained pink. Instead of finding it repulsive, she just wanted to lick the sweetness off of his mouth.

I bet he tastes really sweet, she thought. She looked away again, inspecting the rest of the room as she tried to distract herself from the two men. They were hot, and really nice, but she didn’t want to let herself get interested. She was just fine. She didn’t need a man in her life now that she’d finally figured out how to be happy on her own.

“Your feet are probably aching by now. Why don’t you sit on the other table?” Josh hopped up on the one he was leaning against. “Troy and I can share this one.”

Troy nodded. “Yeah, you should sit down. You can’t stand over there the whole time.”

Felicity felt her face go hot as her extremely vivid imagination supplied her with an image of the two of them sharing the table. Naked. “That’s okay. I’m fine here,” she squeaked.

“No, Josh is right. Come on. I can tell you’re uncomfortable.” Troy pointed at her feet with the lollipop. “You keep curling your toes.”

“You’ve been looking at my toes?” Felicity curled them nervously.

“Seemed like the safest place to look.” Troy grinned. “Not that I don’t want to stare at the rest of you, believe me.”

“Oh God,” she muttered. She wished she could put her hands over her cheeks, hide her blush, but she couldn’t let go of the paper.

“Come on,” Josh said, patting the table. “It’s not soft, but it’s better than standing.”

Troy walked over to her.

Felicity pressed back against the door as he stopped in front of her. Up close, his pecs looked even more amazing. He was big. Really big. And warm. He was close enough she could feel his body heat radiating from him. She licked her lips nervously, wishing she could push her glasses up, but her hands were occupied.

Unexpectedly, he tugged on her arm. “Come on. Your feet look cold.”

She jumped when he touched her, but the shock of his warm fingers on her skin derailed her objections. He towed her over to the table. Awkwardly, she climbed up on it, sure that she was flashing them. The paper gown crinkled as she arranged herself. Thankfully, neither man leered at her as she finally settled down, though Troy didn’t budge from his spot next to her table. He’d managed to tuck his paper gown thingie around his waist somehow, leaving both of his hands free.

When did he do that? she wondered.

“Give me your feet,” he said.

Felicity blinked. “What?”

“Your feet.” He stuck his lollipop in his mouth and wiggled his fingers at her. “I do a mean foot massage.”

She didn’t understand what was happening. “Why would you want to give me a foot massage?”

Josh hopped down and walked over. Just like Troy, he looked even better up close than he did across the room. Felicity clutched her paper sheet with both hands, hoping they couldn’t tell how overwhelmed she felt.

“You were limping.” He frowned down at her legs.

Felicity hid her left foot behind her right one. “So?”

Josh looked up at her, brown eyes warm. “You hurt your foot sometime, right?”

How the hell did he know that? Was he psychic?

“Don’t push her, Josh,” Troy said around his candy.

“You’re the one who offered a massage,” Josh retorted.

The two of them bicker like little boys. It was impossible to keep feeling intimidated when they were acting like this. Felicity giggled, the tension fading a little from her spine. Little boys with amazing, grown-up bodies, she thought.

At the sound, the men left off arguing.

“I broke my ankle a few years ago,” she explained, shrugging. “I had to have a few surgeries, and it didn’t heal perfectly.” Such a simple explanation for the event that changed my life forever, she thought bitterly. “I can walk, though.” It seemed important to mention that.

“Oh, that sucks,” Troy said, going to his knees easily.

Felicity blinked.

He snapped his fingers. “Gimme your foot.”

She squeaked as he reached out and put a hand on her ankle. He was serious? Did she really want to let him do this? “I’m not sure—” she began to say, then he slid his warm hands around the joint, massaging gently. She shivered. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

Troy grinned up at her. “Yeah? Excellent.” He kept the pressure gentle.

When Josh went to his knees right next to his friend, she had to swallow, hard. Two hot men on their knees in front of her? No one was going to believe this one. She didn’t really believe this was happening.

He picked up her right ankle, the good one, and began massaging her foot. “This okay?”

She nodded jerkily. He smiled at her and bent to his task, dark hair sliding over his face. Troy sucked on his lollipop as he ran his thumbs over her arch, then down to her toes. Felicity concentrated on keeping her knees carefully shut so the men wouldn’t get an eyeful, but she couldn’t help moaning at the amazing sensations their hands wrung out of her body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Troy murmured, hands busy.

Felicity’s legs relaxed a little. “Yeah,” she breathed, amazed at how much residual pain his touch soothed away.

“I bet this joint hurts you all the time,” Troy said around his lollipop. It was small enough now he’d tucked it into his cheek.

She shrugged. “Sometimes it’s worse than others.”

Josh nodded. “Troy broke his wrist a few years ago. He still gets weird nerve spasms. The only thing that helps them go away is a massage.”

“Oh,” Felicity said, faintly, imagining Josh rubbing Troy’s arm.

“I got pretty good at it,” Josh continued, running his fingers over her good ankle.

Felicity’s womanly instincts sat up and wagged their tails at her. What else did Josh massage?

He looked up at her and she felt a little light-headed when his eyes met hers. God, he was gorgeous. He let his hand slide up her leg to her knee. She gasped. No man had touched her there in years, not since her husband had died in the same car crash that had screwed up her ankle.

“Sorry,” he murmured, eyes hot as he slid his hand back down. He curled his warm palm around her instep.

She swallowed, not knowing what to say. She wasn’t upset, not exactly. She wasn’t entirely comfortable, either. “It’s okay.”

“Does that feel better?” Troy asked.

She glanced over at him. He’d stopped rubbing her sock-clad foot.

“Yeah,” she said, fiddling with her glasses so they couldn’t tell how turned-on she was.

Very deliberately he held her gaze and slid his hand up to curve around her calf. “How about that? Still okay?”

She gulped, and bit her lip. Clearly neither man wanted to hurt her or they would have already. And every time they touched her, they asked permission. Did she want to accept what he seemed to be offering? She found herself nodding. “Yeah,” she whispered.

Troy glanced at Josh, his expression complicated. Josh nodded minutely and slid his hands back up to her knee. They were very warm. Felicity’s breath quickened.

“What—” She had to stop and clear her throat. “What are you doing?”

They turned their faces up to her. Felicity gripped the table as though her life depended on it. These kinds of things did not happen to her. Never. Not ever. She was nerdy and bookish and introverted. The only reason she’d ever been married was because she and Pete had been friends in school. Her husband had been just as nerdy and introverted as her. When she’d lost him, she’d had to relearn how to function by herself.

“I want to kiss you,” Troy said. He reached up and took out the stick he’d tucked into his mouth. The lollipop was gone. “May I?”

She stared at him. “You want to kiss me?”

He smiled. “Yeah.” He tossed the stick onto the paper-covered table.

She licked her lips. “Really?”

He laughed and stood up. “Yeah, really. Why wouldn’t I? You’re pretty and sweet and you seem nice.”

She blinked. “Guys don’t usually want to kiss me.”

Josh stood up too, frowning. “Clearly you’ve been hanging around with really dumb guys, then.”

Felicity bit her lip, nerves getting the better of her. “I’m a nerd,” she blurted out.

Troy chuckled. “What, because of these?” He flicked a finger at her glasses.

She nodded. “And I can’t walk very well.”

Josh rolled his eyes. “Really, really dumb guys.” And before she could protest, he leaned in and kissed her.

Felicity gasped, not expecting it. Troy had been the one who’d asked, but Josh was the one whose lips teased at hers, demanding she open up. He rubbed his mouth against hers, lips clinging, and she realized that the reason he looked so handsome wasn’t just because of his eyes—it was because his upper lip had a delicious curl in it. She could feel it against her mouth.

He put a hand on her cheek. “Open up for me, Felicity.”

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