Do You Dare (MFM)
[Ménage and More: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA for M/F]
Monica Trevors is a hardworking, hard playing woman. While she is on the fast track at the office, her personal life is at a standstill. She’s restless and wants more than a friend with benefits, which defines her relationship with Garret Johnson.
New Orleans is hit with uncommonly cold weather and is shut down for three days. With her college roommate and one-time lover, Evan LeBlanc, in town, Monica puts a plan into action. Garret has to know everything about her and accept her or she has to move on.
After an unsettling run-in, Garret only wants to lose himself in Monica. What he walks in on instead is her and her so-called best friend, Evan, in the heat of passion. Once Monica talks Garret into staying, he can’t deny the woman he loves anything, including sex with another man. Although his dominant nature takes over, the weekend pushes him into seeing what he’s really after.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Honey, I’m home.” Garret’s head pounded as he dropped his overnight bag and briefcase on the floor. “It’s freezing out there. Do you need me to grab some logs, so we can light a fire?” he asked, rounding the corner into the living room.
He stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze locked with Monica’s. An athletic male had his arms wrapped around her naked body as he fucked her. Garret swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I’m, uh. Sorry,” he said.
They stopped moving, both breathing heavily. The guy held her gently, his cock still buried between her legs. Garret reached for the portable phone. “My cell’s dead, the cab’s gone, just let me call the cab company.”
Monica straightened. “No. Wait. Garret—this is Evan. I wanted you to meet.”
The corner of his mouth tilted. “I think it can wait. I only stopped by to blow off some steam.”
He flipped the phone over and started to dial, but the hunger in Monica’s eyes stopped him. The connection they shared was overwhelming at times. “What?”
She held her hand up in a halting motion. “Wait. Please.”
He blew out a breath and nodded. This was Evan, the guy she’d talked about so much over the past couple of years. They were lovers…She’d left that part out. They might as well get this over with now.
Monica moved out of Evan’s arms and faced him. “Do you mind?” she asked, putting her hand on his chest.
Evan shook his head and stared at Garret. “It’s okay, doll face. Mood kill.”
Monica’s gaze darted back and forth between them. Evan bent over and fetched his discarded jeans from the floor.
“I’ll be right back,” she said and took off down the short hallway.
The day had gone from bad to worse. He dropped the phone back on the base, a burning sensation low in his gut.
Evan plucked a T-shirt off the arm of the sofa and pulled it over his head, then strode toward him. Evan held out the hand that had cupped Monica’s breast. “Evan LeBlanc.”
He took the proffered hand in a firm grip. “Garret Johnson.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Same here,” Garret said evenly. “Want a beer?”
“Yep,” he said and followed him into the small kitchen.
He went to the fridge, pulled out two longnecks, and handed one to Evan. Then he dropped into one of the chairs at the small round table in the center of the kitchen. A throbbing sensation started at the back of his skull, but he closed his eyes and willed it away.
Monica barreled into Evan as she rushed into the small space. “Where’s mine?”
“I didn’t know you wanted one.”
She pulled the icebox door open and grabbed a hard lemonade instead. “This will do. You just got back?”
He took a drink from the beer bottle. “I came straight here. I didn’t remember you’d have company.”
“Sorry about that.”
Garret tilted his head halfheartedly. “No problem, like I said…”
“I know. Steam. I guess the meetings didn’t go as planned?”
“The meetings were fine, the contracts signed, done deal.” He plucked at the label on the beer bottle, not in the mood for conversation. “I ran into Chelsea and her son at DFW.”
“Oh.” She moved from where she was standing, leaned over, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry,” she said, climbed into his lap, and pressed a kiss to his temple. At the scrape of chair legs she looked at Evan.
Garret held her loosely. She smelled like sex. He flinched. A wicked rage of anger rushed over him, but he managed to control it. Her soft body settled against his hard one, putting him on edge.
“That must have been difficult,” she said quietly.
Unable to resist, he rocked his hips, pressing his hard-on against her. He’d thought of her the entire flight from Dallas, how he’d let himself into her house…hunt her down. Maybe find her in the shower. He’d bury himself in her body. Instead he’d found her fucking pretty boy, her pseudo best friend. He shot an agitated look at Evan. “How long are you around?”
“I got in Wednesday. I don’t have any firm plans to leave yet. I’ve got a couple of interviews lined up.”
Monica pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Evan’s considering relocating here.”
“Great,” Garret muttered, then shifted and drank a swig of beer. Monica’s hand moved down his chest and slid down to his lap, coming to rest on his thigh.
“You hungry?” Monica asked.
“I am,” Evan blurted.
“I could eat,” Garret said. Monica stood, and he resisted the urge to pull her back against him.
“Breakfast for dinner or pizza?”
“Bacon and eggs,” both men said at the same time.
“Bedroom,” Garret murmured against her skin. He lifted his mouth and looked into her eyes. His hand hovered over her mound.
She nodded. In one swoop, Garret lifted her into his arms and stalked down the hall, leaving Evan to follow. Garret planted her at the foot of the bed and shoved her shorts and panties the rest of the way down her legs. The men exchanged glances, and if she didn’t know better it looked like they spoke in some odd code.
“Climb on the bed, on your hands and knees,” Garret said. Then he proceeded to bend her over and direct her physically. The smooth sound of his dress slacks unzipping sent an electric charge over her. Excitement danced in her stomach.
Daring a glance over her shoulder, she delighted to see Evan’s shirt was off. He pulled his cock from his jeans. He paused, pushed the denim away, fisted his cock, and closed his eyes. His head was thrown back. He had the look of a swimmer, long and lean and tan, his light hair rumpled.
She moaned. Garret’s hand smoothed over her ass, dipped between her thighs. His hand left her, and she turned to watch his shirt hit the floor. A splattering of dark hair covered his chest and she loved the way it tapered down to his cock. His hard-on jutted out, and his six-pack abs made her mouth water as he climbed onto the bed behind her. His big body covered her back, heated her skin. His fingers plunged into her wet center. She gasped.
Evan came around to kneel in front of her, one of his big hands closed around the back of her neck. With the other hand, he held his cock out for her to take.
Garret worked his fingers in and out of her center in a demanding pace. She was so wet, his fingers stoking her desire. Caught up in the flames he ignited. She hesitated taking Evan’s cock. He wouldn’t have it and squeezed the back of her neck until she obediently lowered her head and took his length into her mouth. She licked and sucked along his erection. It was like hot, smooth velvet. She sucked the crown, taking his full length down her throat. His growl of pleasure thrilled her.
Garret’s fingers left her body and before she could protest, he slammed into her, rocking her forward. No gentle lovemaking from him tonight. Sometimes they went fast and hard, other times slow and easy…then there were those nights when they got lost in the heat and execution. Tonight would be about the heat. The force of Garret’s thrust made Evan sit back on his heels. Evan rubbed her neck, his fingers caressing her scalp.
Garret reached around and fingered one of her nipples. The way he touched her body, the way he worked her, drove her forward. He teased and pinched. The slick slide of his thick cock thrilled her. Garret was wider than Evan and just as long. She loved when he pumped into her with such force. Tonight it was like a race to the finish. She had to concentrate on breathing in and out and keeping her hold on Evan. His pleasure mounted. His fingers clung to her head. He said low words of praise and allowed her to keep tempo with the demanding thrust Garret gave.
Garret pressed balls deep against her ass and stopped. He grabbed her hips in his hands and rocked gently back and forth. He rubbed patterns on her lower back with one hand. He was trying to hold her off. Slow her down, she knew he’d want her pleasure before taking his.
She tasted a salty tingle of pre-cum on her tongue. The sucking sounds of her taking Evan’s cock filled the room, mingled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, as Garret rocked in and out of her pussy. She worked Evan’s cock with her mouth.
He gripped her head between his big palms. “Almost there, doll face.”
Garret’s hands both went to her hips and he pumped hard and fast. It became a fight for the finish, Garret setting a demanding rhythm. She caught it.
His cock grew longer, his grip on her head tightened as he fucked in and out of her mouth. Evan went first. She swallowed, taking him as deep in her throat as she could. She drank from him, licked his cock clean, and savored the sound of his murmured words. When he pulled away, the bed dipped, and he was gone.
Garret’s grip on her hips loosened. She relaxed and lowered her torso to the mattress. The slight change in position caused her downward spiral out of control. She squeezed her eyes shut, while Garret stroked in and out in powerful, punishing thrusts. Her body trembled.