[Ménage Amour: Erotic Older Hero Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, HEA]
Realizing there’s a third person in her marriage, Devvy Jacques is stunned. Discovering her husband’s lover is a man, she’s horrified. Learning that man is Alexei Ivanov, the internationally renowned scientist behind the cure for cancer, she’s… Horny?
Being part of a ménage wasn’t in any of her fairy tales as a kid, but the more she’s with hubby, Sebastien, and new lover, Alexei, the more she realizes it’s a dream come true.
Around them, between them, under or above them, Devvy flourishes, becoming the woman she was meant to be before life did a number on her.
With the ménage flourishing, and love growing every day, it takes a twisted blackmailer to derail it all. Raking up past secrets Alex wants to remain hidden, and exposing their unusual household to the world’s eye, the trio face enough challenges to unravel apart.
Will life work its mischief or will they still have what it takes to be perfect Ménage Material?
A Siren Erotic Romance
5 STARS: "WOW - this is a seriously good book! Not for the first time, I wish that we had the option of a special rating for those exceptionally excellent reads where a 5 just isn't enough. Not your typical ménage storyline or characters, MÉNAGE MATERIAL has what so many erotic romance stories lack: substance. Devvy and Sebastien Jacques have been happily married for two years, but something is amiss in paradise. Sebastien admits to Devvy that he has a longtime lover, famed scientist Alexi Ivanov, and that the two of them schemed together in hopes of eventually forming a triad relationship with her. To say Devvy is shocked is a major understatement, especially since she's had a massive crush on the elusive Alex since she was a teenager! While it may be wicked and immoral, Devvy finds herself falling just as hard for the introverted and agoraphobic Alex as she did for her gorgeous workaholic husband. The loving attention of both men has Devvy blooming like the flowers the botanist loves so much, but will the trio's love be strong enough to withstand crazy families, blackmail, psychological problems and deception? MÉNAGE MATERIAL is the first book in the upcoming La Belle sans la Bête Ménages series, and even though I just finished it, I'm already jonesing for more! When I read the synopsis and checked out the cover, I figured this book would be like any other hot as hell MMF out there, a so so storyline surrounded by crazy erotic sex and decent characters. MÉNAGE MATERIAL is SO much more. Devvy's insta-connection with Alex felt absolutely palpable, their chemistry jumping off the pages, even more so than either of them have with Bastien, really. Even though her hero-worship adoration of Alex and obsessive love for Bastien has her starry-eyed with her head in the cloud, the very real ménage they want to have with her takes a while to get used to. She doesn't jump into bed with them, instead taking her time getting to know Alex, researching threesome sex and learning more about her husband than she ever thought possible. And when they finally do come together? Holy freakin' hell people, THE SEX! As if the storyline wasn't awesome enough, Ms. Akeroyd wrote some of the most deliciously erotic scenes. The overall theme of MÉNAGE MATERIAL wasn't entirely sex though. It was connection and unconditional love and support in the face of fear. It was a genuine look at the unspoken trauma of childhood abuse in an adult. It was powerful and raw and sad, yet uplifting and full of hope for the future. Bottom Line: MÉNAGE MATERIAL is one of the best books I've had the pleasure of reading, with a tortured hero who will break your heart and have you believing in the power of love." -- Delta, The Romance Reviews
“We enjoy the opposite sex,” she mimicked, glowering at the pair of them. “I should damn well hope so considering you’ve just spent the last two years married to me, Sebastien.” A thought popped into her head and she choked out, “Is that why you haven’t touched me for over a month? You’ve stopped enjoying the opposite sex?”
Sebastien snapped, “I haven’t touched you because La Belle sans la Bête was under threat of a hostile takeover! As much as I love losing myself in your body, ma petite, sometimes the spirit might be willing but the body is weak.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about the takeover?”
He rolled his eyes. “Women. You can’t win either way!”
“If it stresses you out, then it stresses me out. Is that so hard to understand?” she directed the question at Alexei, who held up his hands in surrender.
“Don’t get me involved. I’ve already had this argument with him. Many a time. He knows how I feel on the subject.”
The pair of them directed their gaze at Sebastien. “Don’t keep scowling like that. The wind will change and then you’ll be stuck that way forever!” she told him, watching him try to fight a smile at the nonsensical advice. Something her grandmother had told her long ago.
“And do you care for my pretty face, mignonne?” he asked, the smile breaking free and tugging at his lips.
“Maybe,” she retorted, unwilling to stroke his ego. “Look, I’m still waiting for an explanation. I think I’ve been more than patient.”
“And your patience shall be rewarded, Devvy,” Bastien muttered, sinking back into the sofa with a sigh. “We might as well relax while I tell the tale.” He waited until Devvy and Alexei had taken a seat, his wife moving to the place beside him, leaving the armchair free for Alexei. It was a small act of possessiveness that both men recognized instantly.
“Firstly, you must realize, Devvy, that neither of us meant you any harm. If anything, it’s the contrary.”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“We both wanted to love you.”
Stunned, Devvy sat forward, half-stood up, and then sat back down again. “Both of you?”
Alex nodded. “Yes. I have known Sebastien for nearly twenty years. Before he was the rich industrialist we see now.”
“You’ve been friends? Or more than that?”
“More,” Alex murmured, voice gentle.
“Don’t look so broken-hearted, mignonne,” Sebastien whispered, seeing his wife’s beautiful features crumple with her pain made the tension at his temples beat to a tune of its own. “I am not a stranger now I have made this revelation. This is simply another facet to my nature.”
“A rather large facet,” she snapped. “You’ve had a male lover for twenty years and you didn’t think your wife might appreciate knowing that?”
“I’m telling you now.”
“It’s a funny time to start being honest. What changed?”
“You asked if I was cheating on you.”
“And I was bang on the money, wasn’t I?” she spat, her anger making itself known in her hissed retort, before it whooshed out of her and she collapsed back into the sofa.
“Technically, he has been cheating on me with you,” Alexei pointed out and shook his head as her eyes shot a warning his way. “I do not say this to hurt you, Devvy. It is simply the truth.”
“One that does hurt!” she cried, unsure whether the tears pricking her eyes were from anger or sorrow.
Sebastien grabbed her shoulder and gently began to knead. It was a sharp contrast to the way she’d cosseted him only ninety or so minutes ago. She wanted to move away, shove his hand off, but Devvy didn’t want to hurt him. Unlike the way he’d hurt her.
“I’m sorry, chérie.” Bastien sighed. “But there is more to this than pigeonholing me as gay. What Alex and I have together is not strictly monogamous. Before you, we took other women to bed, but not men.”
“So you’re bi?”
“I hate labels, Devvy. We are what we are.”
“God, this belongs on some bad soap opera. What do you want me to do? Condone the fact you have a male lover and just put up and shut up?”
“No,” he murmured softly. “I wish you to take my male lover, as you label Alex, for your own.”
This time, Devvy didn’t hover. She leapt off her seat and strode over to the fireplace to gawk at them both from a distance.
Sebastien’s jaw took on the characteristics of concrete. “We are not contagious.”
“I take it back,” she muttered, shaking her head and ignoring his pained anger. “This isn’t a soap opera. It’s a goddamn porn movie! Why the hell should I want to take a lover? Until now, I’ve been happy and damned busy keeping up with you!” She raised her hands and hugged herself. Self-comforting was the only way to go when she had two men wanting something from her that she had no idea how to give.
“I would like to see you with him.” His anger had bled out, making his voice a soft rasp that sent shivers down her spine even though she told herself to man up and add some starch to her bones.
“Why?” she whined. “That can’t be normal,” she added, mumbling more to the room than the two men in front of her.
“What is normal, Devvy?” Alex slotted in.
“Well, what the pair of you want sure as hell isn’t.”
“I would like to see you with him,” Bastien continued, almost as though the pair of them hadn’t interrupted. “I would like to share you with him. I would like us both to love you and to pleasure you. And for you to love and pleasure us.”
For some reason, only one thing popped in her head and she gasped out, “At the same time?”
Alex made a muffled sound and from his ducked head, she could tell he was fighting not to laugh.
“This isn’t funny!”
“No, it isn’t but you are such an innocent.” Alex sighed and it was strangely redolent with pleasure.
Life had been one whole heap of foreplay.
She didn’t need to be caressed.
She needed to be fucked by these two men.
And the sooner it happened, the better.
“Fuck me, baby, please,” she pleaded, her eyes huge in her delicate rose-tinged face as she held out her hands for Alex.
His chuckle was hoarse as he said, “I can deny you nothing, Devvy. Bastien, see to our mignonne.”
Bastien did as bade. He climbed onto the bed, settling atop the covers at the head and sinking down onto the cushions. He curled a finger, beckoning her to come to him and Alex helped her roll over and get onto her knees. How she managed that short crawl, Devvy didn’t know. She was a mass of molten mush. So on edge, so ready, she kind of wished she’d let them bring her off just to get a little stuffing back in her joints.
She shuddered as she settled on her husband’s lap. Just the sheer act of lifting a leg over so as to straddle him had her quivering. Her pussy lips parted with the gesture and that tiny movement had her clit throbbing.
She moaned when a hard cock immediately waited for entrance to her body. It nudged her clit, slid up and down, around and around the wet slit. When Bastien nudged in the tip, she grunted. No matter how wet she was, he was always so fucking wide.
Sucking in a breath, she bore down, pushing her stomach muscles into submission as her entire body went to work on accepting her husband inside. He wasn’t huge, but she was small. Even after two years of his thick girth.
He lodged the tip in, something that always filled her with relief and had sweat popping out of pores from both of them. It took a few seconds more to simply slide down and lodge him deep.
She shuddered when he was seated inside. Her muscles clamping down, twitching and releasing in an intimate greeting. Now he was there, bound to her, and she collapsed against him, a willing victim to whatever the hell they were about to do to her.
His chuckle sounded loud against her ear, as he murmured something in French to Alex, who immediately laughed. She knew it wasn’t at her, so she didn’t mind. And even if she’d had the energy to chide them for switching to French, she wouldn’t have. Bastien always reverted to his mother tongue during sex.
It was his weapon of mass orgasmic destruction.
The instant his grunts and groans, his whispered curses, turned French, she was a goner.
Every single time.
The sounds of their husky mutterings worked their magic on her, as they always did. Everything inside sat up in expectation.
The bed jolted slightly as Alex made his move onto the mattress, and she shuddered as his hand cupped her ass, sliding his callused palm over the silky flesh. His fingers ran down the crevice parting the two cheeks, and she whimpered as his fingers nudged at the pucker resting there.
The sound of liquid flowing was her only warning as cold lube splashed against her ass. Her grumbles were ignored and they were short anyway, as Alex began preparing her for him.
His fingers played with the pucker, spreading it, teasing it before retreating. He’d thrust finger-deep, and then pull all the way out, before thrusting in deep again. A mewl burst free as on one thrust, he pressed down. The move had Bastien hissing too and the pair of them shuddered against each other as Alex went to work.
Tucked against her husband’s chest, her legs cupping his waist, she’d never felt safer and more ready to fly off the deep end.
With him here to ground her, and Alex at her back to help her soar, Devvy experienced a deeper sense of belonging than she’d ever known with these two.
Her mind wasn’t up to deep, philosophical thinking. But her body knew the difference.
Today, these two men would be hers.
That’s all she knew, and her very DNA clamored with it.
Wet with lube, Alex’s fingers suddenly slid over the curve of her ass and she felt the bed shift as he pressed forward at a new angle. She knew now was the time and every part of her sang with the knowledge.
His cock head brushed the pucker he’d lovingly prepared. One hand kneaded her ass, while his cock began to nudge muscles aside to demand entry to her most forbidden part.
A thought fluttered through her mind as she waited, on the edge for Alex to take her…Why was it forbidden? And then, there were no more thoughts.
Slowly, but surely, Alex impaled her on his shaft.
It took a while. Every inch was hard-won, because Bastien’s girth already filled her to bursting.
There were moments that were uncomfortable. Moments that had tears pricking her eyes and rolling down to dampen Sebastien’s shoulders. But they were slow. They took their time and fingers belonging to Sebastien, she imagined, skated between them to caress her clit, as though reminding her of the pleasure to come.
When his shaft was deep in her ass, Alex’s low keening cry echoed around the room. The strange pitch trembled along her nerve endings, putting her on edge in a way she couldn’t understand.
A flurry of French rebounded between the pair of them. Sounds of grunts and groans, husky laughs and need-filled chuckles told her, without words, the depth of pleasure she was giving her men.
She didn’t need the English. She just needed their mother tongue to work its insidious magic on her body.