By Erin M. Leaf
Menage, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, MMF
Word Count: 37,800
Heat Level 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
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Description:
What if you met
your soul-mates on the beach and didn't realize it? How many chance
encounters would it take before you risked everything and let yourself
fall in love with not one, but two men?
For Carrie,
losing her bikini top in the ocean leads to an erotic encounter with two
gorgeous guys. For Eric and Zeke, the steamy kiss they share with her
is an amusing interlude on a sunny, summer day, but when the three of
them meet again at the art museum, attraction turns into passion. Zeke
and Eric realize their feelings for each other are just as potent as
their desire for Carrie. Will they risk everything and choose love? Will
Carrie be willing to take that leap with them when loving two men means
goodbye to her safe, conventional existence?
Story Excerpt:
The first time
Carrie Haake set eyes on the two most gorgeous men in the world, she was
cowering in the ocean, frantically trying to locate her missing bikini
top. Okay, actually she was totally failing to find it. The waves
rolled around her, smirking at her misery as she squatted beneath
thigh-high surf, collecting sand in the bottom half of her bathing suit.
The top was nowhere to be seen. She frantically twisted her head back
and forth, looking for the bright-red scrap of fabric. Crap!
"Aunt Carrie! Look! We built a moat!" one of her nieces cried from the shore.
Carrie hunched down further into the water. "That's awesome, Gina! So cool!"
She hoped the
girl wouldn't wonder why her favorite and only aunt wasn't coming to
inspect their work. She peered into the murky water, keeping her hands
around her boobs. Nada. She glanced at her nieces and nephew ten feet
away on shore happily building their sand castle. Carrie's sister
Olivia, the children's mother, snoozed under the family umbrella,
oblivious to the drama happening right in front of her. Still no sign of
her top. Double crap!
Carrie cursed her
sister under her breath. It was Olivia's fault she'd lost it, anyway.
"Take a risk, Carrie," Olivia had said. "You never try anything new
these days." Bah. Carrie wanted to smack herself upside the head, but
that would require letting go of the goods. That would not be cool, she thought. The world does not need to see your double D's.
"Is this what you're looking for?" a deep voice asked.
Carrie startled
and jerked her head around, trying to locate the body that had produced
such a lovely sound. Unfortunately the movement set her left breast free
so she ducked even further under the water, getting a nose full of
foam. After she finished coughing she looked up. Her mouth dropped open.
Standing before
her were two men. Or maybe they were gods. One had curly brown hair
tousled sexily around his face and a tattoo of a hummingbird on his
right wrist. The other had shoulder-length chestnut hair gleaming with
gold highlights. He had no tattoos that she could see, but his pierced
nipples were sexy enough. The man didn't need any more decoration. And
hot damn were the two of them built. Carrie always thought abs like that
were fake, a result of some good photo editing software and careful
lighting, but clearly she'd been mistaken. Both men sported sleek
muscles and a light dusting of hair on their chests. Both wore baggy
swimsuits drooping low on their abdomens.
Carrie swallowed
again, tearing her eyes away from their naked chests. Safer to look
elsewhere, right? Wrong. Their thighs, just visible above the waves,
were as phenomenal as the rest of them. They stood close together,
comfortable in each other's company. The dark-haired man dangled her
bikini top from his right hand like a wilted flower. The hummingbird
tattooed on his wrist looked disgusted. No nectar there.
"Miss? Is this yours?" he asked again.
Carrie cleared
her throat. "Um, yeah, thanks. Where did you find it?" She made no move
to get out of the water. The men made no move to come closer. She
wondered if they realized she wasn't going to be able to simply stand up
and take back the top.
"It was floating about twenty feet out," the other man said. His lovely tenor voice gave Carrie the shivers.
"Thanks for
rescuing it." She told herself to stop staring at his nipples before he
noticed her fascination but every time she looked away her eyes landed
on another delicious body part. Between his piercings and the
dark-haired man's unlikely tattoo, she felt like someone had clocked her
on the head.
"We couldn't just
leave it there. Someone might get the wrong idea about this beach,"
Dark-Haired Man said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Carrie narrowed
her eyes. Was he being snarky? The sounds of shrieking children drifted
around their little bubble of awkwardness while Carrie shifted in the
water uncomfortably. She was starting to get cold. Even in July, the
Atlantic Ocean wasn't what she'd call warm. And this particular beach on
the coast of Maryland was about as far as you could get from the
topless decadence of Spain.
"Can I have my
bikini back? Please?" She hoped one of them would take the hint and come
closer so she could snatch the fabric. She might not be able to
preserve her dignity, but she could probably spare the middle-aged
couple wading closer a bit of a shock.
Dark-haired Man smiled. "Sure. If you tell us your name." He moved closer.
Carrie pursed her
lips. He was bribing her? Hmph. She supposed it couldn't hurt to tell
them. "I'm Carrie. Nice to meet you." She did not stick out her hand.
He wrapped the string of her top around his finger. "I'm Zeke. This is my friend Eric."
Adult Excerpt:
"Carrie, I want to kiss you so badly. You're beautiful." His voice deepened to a low rumble.
He was asking
permission? Another drop of moisture slipped from her core and rolled
down her thigh. At this rate she was going to make a mess of the bed
before anything even happened.
"Yeah, okay," she
said thickly. Like she was going to protest? Sensing her need, Eric
lowered his head slowly. Too slowly. Carrie slid her fingers into his
hair and pulled him down. She licked over his lips. He opened up and let
her dip into his mouth. He tasted like mint. She lost herself in the
sensuality of the kiss, not even pausing when Zeke's hand slid from her
waist down to her pussy. What a clever, clever man. Carrie opened her legs, knowing he'd immediately realize how aroused she was.
"Carrie, my God,
you are so wet," Zeke murmured, rubbing his fingers over her labia. She
let her thighs fall open further and he slid a finger inside, teasing,
before slipping out to play with the hood of her clit. She tore her face
away from Eric, panting. Zeke chuckled and continued to torment her,
sliding down the bed until his mouth was on her mound, blowing air over
her sensitized flesh. He shoved the covers away as she writhed, wanting
more, but he continued to gently roll the hood around with his fingers,
never enough pressure to do more than drive her insane.
"Zeke, please," she begged.
"Patience," he murmured as he opened her labia with his thumbs. He blew on the exposed bud and she shuddered.
"God, Zeke," Eric
rasped. He stared at the juncture of her thighs. She reached for him,
hoping to bring him in for a kiss, but Zeke slid a finger over her again
and her intent shattered.
"Zeke. You're killing me here." Carrie slung a leg over his shoulder, trying to get him closer.
He chuckled as he
pulled back on her clit, exposing the tip. More moisture rolled out of
her pussy as she froze, waiting for him to do something.
"You are so lovely," he said then he bent his head.
She felt warm
breath for a moment and then he was licking at the tight bundle of
nerves, light and quick. She arched her back, seized with pleasure. Eric
rolled his arm under her shoulders and sucked on her neck, adding to
the unbearable sensations rocketing through her body. Zeke kept lapping
at her, the tiny, tight flicks driving her right to the edge before he
abruptly pulled back.
"No," she
protested, crooking her leg and trying to keep him close. He kissed the
inside of her thigh and ducked away. The next thing she knew, Zeke was
rolling across the bed to fumble in the nightstand.
Carrie frowned,
her pussy throbbing, but Eric kissed her again, so deeply she thought he
might be trying to distract her. She let him, drowning in the taste of
him. He mouthed down her throat, pausing to lick at the spot he'd sucked
earlier, playing with the sensitive skin. What was he doing to her? It
felt like a hot wire going from his mouth to her clit, bright and sharp.
She clutched at him, but he slipped away to her breasts. She couldn't
think. Could barely breathe. She tugged at his hair, but he didn't
budge.
"Eric," she whispered, mouth dry. She swallowed, trying again. "Eric."
He looked at her, grinning. "I want to taste you so bad."
Carrie's body
went molten as he nibbled her nipple. She burned even hotter when Zeke
came back and settled between her thighs again. Yes, she thought. Yes, yes, that's exactly where I want you. Eric sucked on her and she twisted, bumping her pussy against Zeke's cock.
He sucked in a
breath, hard. He grabbed her legs and widened them until her joints
ached. "Is this okay? I need to fuck you," Zeke asked, his legs
trembling between hers.
She nodded and
Zeke took himself in hand to tease at her entrance. He deliberately
slipped around all the most sensitive parts until she growled and
grabbed at his hips with her legs. She arched her back and thrust up
into him in desperation. His cock slid in all at once and the three of
them groaned. Carrie whipped her head back, wondering, then saw Eric was
watching where Zeke had his cock inside her body. She flushed, knowing
what she must look like. Then Zeke moved and she forgot all about how
she was a total slut, putting out before the first date.
"Carrie, Jesus,
you feel so fucking good," Zeke said, thrusting in short, sharp bursts.
All she could do was hang on. Eric bit at her nipples and she gasped,
her climax suddenly dancing all along her spine. Zeke froze.
No, not now, dammit! Her
eyes flew open. "I'm going to come, don't stop, don't stop!" Her voice
sounded high. Breathy. Eric somehow got his face down between her legs
and licked at her clit. Carrie went postal, writhing and bucking as her
orgasm flared. Zeke had to hold her hips down so he could fuck into her.
Carrie loved it.
She loved being held down like that. Pleasure ripped through her like a
flash flood. She rode it, keening and shoving herself onto Zeke's
rock-hard erection, savoring the rough sensation of Eric's stubble
scraping at her thighs. Her body spasmed once, twice, three times before
she could catch her breath. When her back finally unknotted itself, she
sighed, but Eric hadn't stopped playing with her clit. He sucked
lightly and she jerked, the over-stimulated zing of his mouth almost too
much. Zeke was hard as ever in her pussy, shoving in with long, steady
strokes. She petted them both.
Eric lifted his head. "You can have another, Carrie."
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