Well, what can I say? Wednesday is hump day right? lol.. Warning: Today's post is for 18+ ONLY! Enjoy :)
Two Are Better Than One
Suzanne Rock
Genre: erotica,
mmf, ménage
Book Description:
Quinn and Declan
enjoy having sex together, but love sharing a woman more.
After months of
searching, they’ve lost hope of ever finding a permanent third to complete them.
Then they meet shy,
reclusive Hannah and everything changes. The sexual energy between them is
incredible and the men soon realize that no other woman will do. They decide to
confront her at the department’s summer kick-off party.
Will the straight-laced
Hannah be open to a three-way relationship? They’ll have to do everything they
can to convince her that two men are better than one.
“Did you find her?”
Hannah stopped
walking as she recognized Declan’s voice.
“No. I looked
everywhere.”
Quinn. Hannah knelt
down behind the dune and angled herself until both men came into view. The
setting sun cast a red-orange halo around them both, creating a beautiful,
romantic picture.
“Damn Greg.” Quinn
fisted his hands. “He’s such an ass.”
“I never liked
him,” Declan agreed. “Now he’s scared off Hannah and I’m not sure if we’ll ever
find her.”
Hannah stared at
the men. They were looking for her?
“I’d love to punch
his face in.” The normally jovial Quinn slammed his fist in his palm.
“Come now, you know
violence isn’t the answer.” Declan sighed. “I just wish I knew if Hannah was
all right.”
“You don’t believe
that she had sex with Greg, do you?”
“I don’t think
anyone believes him. He’s an ass, remember?”
Quinn shook his
head. “I’m worried about her.”
“Me too.”
“If only we weren’t
running late. We could have stopped it.”
Hannah stood and
was about to reveal herself when she saw Declan reach out for Quinn. She
hunched back down behind a sand dune and watched as Declan wrapped his arms
around Quinn’s shoulders. The act was gentle and affectionate. Soothing. It
seemed almost as if he was consoling a lover.
Desire sparked in
her lower abdomen. She imagined herself between the two men, their hard, naked
bodies pressed up against her like in one of her erotic novels. She had never
participated in a three-way, but she guessed that with Declan and Quinn it
would be so much more intimate than what she had read about, more intense. To
be surrounded by all of that warm skin, to feel their hands and lips on her
body, would be like a dream come true.
“Don’t worry, we’ll
find her.” Declan hooked his finger under Quinn’s chin and raised his head to
meet his gaze. Then he closed the distance between them and covered his lips.
They were…kissing?
Hannah gasped and put her hand over her mouth. They were lovers? A hollowness
formed in the pit of her stomach. She was such a fool to think that they’d be
interested in her. Damn Becky for putting the thought in her head. Declan and
Quinn were lovers—lovers! Tears once again stung her eyes and a sob escaped her
throat.
Declan broke the
kiss and pulled back from Quinn. “Did you hear that?”
Quinn stepped out
of his lover’s embrace. “There’s someone here.”
Hannah stood and
turned to go.
“Wait—don’t leave.”
Quinn’s voice rose up from the dunes.
Hannah closed her
eyes. Could this evening get any worse? She couldn’t run away now. She’d have
to talk to them. Hannah decided she’d be curt and quick, then get out of there
and go home as soon as possible.
Hannah had let
Becky give her hope for something more than a life of seclusion, and now she
was paying the price. Hannah was better off with her cat and her erotic novels.
It was best to get
this over with as quickly as possible. Slowly she turned around.
Both men started
moving toward her.
“Hannah,” Declan
was faster than Quinn and reached her first. “My God, we were worried about
you.”
“Were you?” Hannah
looked from Declan to Quinn. “Just now you were kissing. You couldn’t have been
that worried.” Hannah winced at the men’s stunned expressions and immediately
regretted her words. She held up her hands between them. “I mean, it’s none of
my business—”
“You saw that?”
Quinn asked.
Declan took a step
forward. “Did it disgust you?” He took another step. “Scare you?”
“A little.” She
shook her head. “I mean it didn’t disgust me. I just didn’t know that you two…”
She waved her hands in the air between them.
“We are lovers,
yes.” Declan stopped and held his hands out at his sides. “Does that bother
you?”
“No. Yes.” She
sighed and dropped her hands. “I don’t know.”
“There’s more,”
Quinn said.
“More?”
Declan glanced at
Quinn, and then refocused his attention to her. “We like kissing each other,
but we find it much more erotic to both be kissing another woman.”
“Much more erotic,”
Quinn said as he stepped closer.
A lifetime New Englander,
Suzanne married her college sweetheart and has been with him for over twenty
years.
Every summer she drags her
husband and two daughters to Maine on a quest for the perfect lobster dinner.
Every fall she can be found down in Foxboro, Massachusetts cheering on her
favorite football team.
In between those trips, she’s
a chauffer, a maid, a chef, an event planner, a hairdresser, a wardrobe
stylist, a tutor and a sometimes
masseuse.
To keep her sanity, she often
drinks copious amounts of coffee and stares at the blank screen of her laptop,
dreaming of great adventures. Sometimes she even writes them down for others to
enjoy.
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