A Different Kind of Perfect (MMF)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, spanking, HEA]
Colton Evans loves both men and women but never thought his family would approve of his long kept secret. After falling head over heels in love with Bleu Leroux and Alexis Mirskii, he’s finally forced to confront his fear of coming out to his police officer father.
Alexis Mirskii overcame years of abuse at his father’s hands, eventually becoming a successful chef. It wasn't until meeting Colton and Bleu that he found something was missing. Even if that something meant falling in love with a woman and a man after considering himself straight his entire life.
Bleu Leroux, a former troubled teen and drug addict, has always struggled with her past and never thought it possible to find someone who could accept her, let alone two someones. A night of tragedy began the trio’s journey toward love ten years before ever meeting. But can they put aside the complications of their pasts to create a future together?
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Maria Hall
5 STARS: "Using the words "different" and "unique" to describe Ceci Grenelle's novel, A DIFFERENT KIND OF PERFECT, would be like saying a painting is "interesting." There is nothing typical about this book. It is disturbing in an "OMG" kind of way. I've read plenty of stories featuring broken characters, but this one tops them all. If you aren't comfortable reading about a "trouple," which involves three individuals in a relationship, this may not be the best book to choose. However, if you believe that love has no boundaries and can overcome any obstacle, this will be a gripping read. The three characters, Colton, Alex and Bleu, have a unique connection from the past that greatly impacts their relationship. Each one has an individual storyline that merges into the main one. There's a lot going on within the pages of this book -- from Colton and Alex grappling with their sexual identities to Bleu coming to terms with her tragic past. From a heat standpoint, the interaction between the characters is extremely intense and detailed. The test of a good book is whether it can stand on its own without the erotic element. In my opinion, A DIFFERENT KIND OF PERFECT meets that requirement. I always wonder how an author chooses the wording for a title. In this case, Ceri Grenelle makes a powerful statement with her selection. It is not until the reader gets into the story that it becomes evident why this particular choice is so appropriate. I found this to be a book not easily forgotten." -- Rachel's Willful Thoughts, The Romance Reviews
Alexis quirked his head to the side, gazing in wonder at how he could have missed that his previously empty closet was now brimming with clothes of the female variety. She had even put in little plastic drawers to hold her bras, socks, and underwear. He couldn’t help but open the underwear drawer and pull out a little lace pair of neon green boy shorts. Bleu looked amazing in boy shorts, especially the ones that showed just the bottom curve of her ripe ass cheeks. The next pair he pulled out was pretty much the opposite of the lace. It was a regular cotton, bikini style underwear with pink skulls and black bows. it could be possible that this pair was even sexier than the lace.
“Looking through my panties, perv?” Bleu’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind. She nuzzled her face on his bare back and inhaled. “God I love how you guys smell.”
Alex held her arms in place over his stomach, taking a moment to just be with her. He felt her lips kiss his spine a few times before pulling away.
“How was your day, baby?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, Colton mentioned something to that affect. What happened?”
“Where is Colt? I want to tell you together. It’s pretty crazy.”
“Colt!” Alex called, holding her hand and waiting for Colt’s return call.
“I’m in the spare bedroom.” They heard him call from down the hall.
Alex grinned at Bleu and pulled her close, walking down the hall to their other lover. Colt was sprawled on his stomach, on the floor. A large pad of graph paper open in front of him, his hands were tracing lines with a red pencil. Every now and then he would look up and around the room, tapping the pencil on his lips in thought, then turn back to the paper and begin to draw again. Bleu let go of Alex’s hand and straddled Colt’s back before sitting at the base of his spine.
“This pony is out of commission,” he mumbled, focusing on the drawing.
“Whatcha doin?” she asked, leaning over to look at the graph pad.
“Thinking of a way to connect this room to the master bedroom and make it a walk-in closet. If we’re gonna move in we need more closet space.” He looked back at Bleu. “You need more closet space, rather. You have like, a thousand pairs of underwear. We’re gonna need a closet for your underwear alone.”
“You went through my underwear, too?”
“I don’t know why she bothers wearing underwear,” Alex said, sitting cross-legged next to them on the floor. “We’re just going to rip it off her anyway.”
“Every time you rip my underwear, I buy three more pairs. I’m the underwear hydra.”
“So,” Alex said, tapping the graph paper. “We have one small discussion about you two moving in here and you’re already redesigning my house?”
“Well…it’s nice and all but it can use improvements,” Colton mumbled, adding some more lines to the paper.
“Don’t touch those French doors,” Bleu demanded, rubbing her hands up and down Colt’s back. “That’s all I care about.”
“Oh no those are a great selling point. They’re staying,” Colt agreed, matter-of-factly.
“Selling?” Alex laughed. “Now we’re selling my house?”
“Well…no.” Colton spared a second to look up at Alex, slightly chagrined. “Not right this second.”
“Do you guys think this is all happening a little fast?” At Bleu’s question Colt rolled to a sitting position, dislodging and tossing her to the floor.
“Oh, sorry.” Colt helped her up and settled her in his lap. “Do you think we’re moving too fast?” he asked.
She twirled the end of her braid around her fingers. “Well…we’ve only been doing this thing for a week…”
“I think by thing she means monogamous relationship,” Alex said in a mock whisper to Colton with a sarcastically horrified expression marring his features.
“As monogamous as we can get at least.”
“Guys, please.” She huffed and Alex could see the genuine confusion and frustration she felt. Alexis kept forgetting that while yes, he may have had a rough childhood, he still had a wonderful adolescence, growing up with his Aunt Anna. Bleu never had that. She had a childhood cut short and then apathetic caretakers who never invested any real time with her once they realized she was flawed. Maybe they shouldn’t joke or underestimate her wariness in trusting.
“Hey,” he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Talk to us. Tell us what’s wrong. Do you not want to live together?”
“No…I do.” She sighed, reaching to take their hands in hers. “I mean, I’ve never lived with anyone in this way before. Now all of sudden I’m in love with two men—two—and we’re living together. I haven’t been in a relationship in…ever. Not a real one that wasn’t just about sex. This whole situation is so foreign to me. You don’t think we’re rushing into this?”
“Bleu, it just means we’re in love and we’re serious about each other. What’s the point of waiting? To abide by a social norm? I think we’re past that at this point, don’t you?” That got a smile out of her. “It’s a good thing you two don’t have any pets or they’d be long forgotten by now with all the time you spend here.”
“Um…” she said with a blush. “I do have a cat actually. I’ve just been leaving her with a neighbor. I was gonna talk to you about—”
“Just move the damn cat in here already,” Alex said, exasperated that she’d waited this long to tell him about a cat, let alone move the cat over. “I have so many guest rooms the thing can have a whole room to itself.”
Once the guys had her upstairs, they tossed her on the bed, literally. She complained, but she loved every second of it. Bleu loved how they could go from needing and wanting one second to playful the next. They knew how to temper their loving with humor and it made everything that much better, that much more important. It meant they knew who she was and what she needed in bed. They knew who she was and still loved her for it.
She was a riot of need and emotion as the knowledge stirred her lust higher. “Now,” she said, lying on her back and stroking her fingers over her body, needing to be touched. “I want you both inside me, please.”
They stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at her and touching each other. They were always touching. Colt had his hand on Alexis’s ass, she could see his arm smoothing his hand over the plump flesh. Alexis was staring down at her, mouth open and eyes wide with lust, but his hand was feeling its way down Colton’s chest, towards the sexy, thick length of cock that needed some place to go.
Alexis began to stroke Colton’s shaft, slowly lifting from base to tip and lingering, playing with the slit. She moaned again, unable to handle the stimulating visual. Then Colton grabbed Alex by his neck and pulled him into a kiss so hot Bleu felt her juices begin to drip down her thighs just from watching.
“Please.” She begged again, squeezing her nipples with one hand and dipping into her pussy with the other.
Alexis grunted and pulled Colton onto the bed, climbing over her. Colton moved to the bedside table for the condoms and lube but was soon back with them, running his hands up and down her body, driving her crazy. He moved to edge down her body but stopped at her waist, grabbing hold and lifting so she landed on Alex’s chest, who had lay down on his back next to them.
“My turn to have this ass, baby,” Colt murmured, spreading her ass cheeks and then making Bleu jump as she felt his tongue rimming her. Oh fuck, nothing was as good as that. She kissed Alexis, making him swallow her cries. His hands lifted her hips and she felt his long cock skim her entrance. She needed him inside her with a fire that couldn’t be quenched, that would never be quenched. She would never get enough of them.
“No condom,” she panted, trying to keep from screaming when Colt’s tongue dipped into her back passage. “Ah, Colt. No condom. I’m clean. I went back on birth control. Please I just want you both as you are.”
“Yes. Yes. Me, too, clean.” Alexis groaned, so gone it seemed he could barely speak in full sentences.
“Get in me,” she cried as Colt helped lift her hips and position Alex’s cock in perfect alignment. He pushed his hips up and his long, bare, cock stretched her completely. And it felt so good, so perfect, so the way they were meant to be. No barriers. “Yes!” She pumped his cock inside her, squeezing him with those tender inner muscles, unable to keep from moving. Writhing in that instinctual motion, making love to him.
“Keep still, baby,” Colton whispered, laying on top of her and positioning his cock. His bare, lubed, cock, against her anus. She clenched, nervous once more. She knew he would be gentle but it was still so new. So overwhelming she was almost scared of feeling it again. “You ready for me?” he asked, always checking to make sure she was OK and that she wanted it.
“Always. Always for you both.” And he pressed the tip against her pucker, rubbing it at an excruciatingly slow pace but loosening her up, relaxing her until it popped through that first ring of muscles. “Colt, yes! More, more, more.” Fuck, she couldn’t hold back when she was with them.
“God, baby. Your ass is perfect.” He used little thrusts to push his shaft forward, kissing the back of her neck and her spine, making her feel loved. “Are you, OK? I can’t—oh fuck—I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Do it.” She moaned, biting Alex’s shoulder, who, while waiting for Colton to push his way inside her completely, had begun to sweat and moan. “Alex needs to move.”
“Fuck yeah I do.” He grunted, barely containing the animal Bleu knew was inside him. “Colt, I feel your cock in her and it’s driving me crazy.”
“I feel you, too. Bleu, you sucked my cock into your perfect hole so beautifully.” Colt pulled back as Alexis pushed in further and then shoved with all his might inside her. “Yes, like that.” He thrust again. “Just like that.”
Colt’s chest was fully against her back, she was truly sandwiched between her men. Alexis pulled out as Colton thrust in. Over and over again. Alexis shifted slightly, making his groin rub against her clit. His fingers dug into her hips and his thrust became more erratic. She was so full, overwhelmed again but in a good way. A perfect way. Her heart was pounding and she needed to feel that cliff fall away, needed to release that pressure that was building her. Everything was twisting up inside of her. She needed to come.