[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M]
Shipwrecked on a tropical island paradise with two irresistible men - will Bella have to choose one, or can she have them both?
Trevor and Jose are both determined to buy the uninhabited Isla de Amantes. Real estate agent, Bella, can only sell it to one of them. And she can't sell it at all if they don't find a way back to the mainland.
They soon discover the beautiful island has a dark secret hidden beneath the sand. The curse of an ancient treasure that the threesome unearths may force them to lose one another forever.
Passions run high. Tempers flare. Mistrust and jealousy threaten to cost them everything, but on Isla de Amantes, there's more than one way to surrender the booty.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS, Orgasmic: "Surrender the Booty is a fascinating and mysterious romantic tale about three people who shed their inhibitions while finding themselves and each other in the process. The loves scenes are hot and passionate, with scenes that include oral and anal stimulation, double penetration, ménage and m/m action, so that you'll be reaching for your partner or your battery powered friend. I thoroughly enjoyed the realistic and scenic ambiance of this island paradise, so much so that my own reality didn't exist, only Bella, Trevor, Jose and the mysteriousness of Isla de Amantes. Ms. L'Rae has woven a wonderful and memorable beginning to this interesting series and I look forward to more stories from this author." -- Tallyn Porter, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Warm wet hands slid up the back of Bella’s thighs before retreating in a slow tease that left her trembling and aching for more. She lay on her stomach in a room so dark she couldn’t see even the outline of walls. Something coarse pressed into her abdomen. The firm bed or platform she lay on had adjusted to the contour of her body. Like sand at the beach.
The hiss of a lover she couldn’t see teased her ear as the sensual hands climbed up the back of her thighs again and licked like a warm tongue at her skin. How long had he been teasing her? She’d lost all sense of time, all worry of anything but this slow, sweet torture being wrought on her body. Her nipples, rigid and raw, rubbed against the coarse bed as her body rocked in a maddening slow rhythm.
“Please,” she whispered. Her throat was tight with misuse and her voice sounded far away, barely audible over the hushed whisper that rose with the rhythm that rocked her.
Something wet and sensual trickled down her legs, and her skin had never felt so warm. Somehow she had found Nirvana, but she couldn’t recall how she had arrived. She couldn’t recall anything. She could only feel. She spread her legs, inviting more, silently begging her lover.
A warm breeze blew over her heated skin. Maybe she had died and landed in hell. She sure didn’t deserve to go in the other direction. Oh, God. If she was in hell, this torture could go on forever without any relief. She pumped her hips hard, desperate to find some satisfaction.
Her efforts met with nothing but frustration. She had to be dead. The heavy fog of semi-consciousness lifted and she willed her eyes to open. Slowly a pinpoint of light pierced the darkness. She recoiled from the starkness of it, but forced her lids open to the glare. The brightest white she had ever seen temporarily blinded her.
Slowly, the world around her came into focus.
Salt clung to her tongue. Warm waves pulsed against her feet, and wet, hard-packed sand pressed into her cheek. She licked the taste of the sea from her lips. A sweet scent laced the air, and a heavy weight lay against her aching thigh. She pushed her chest off the ground and slowly surveyed her surroundings. The exhausted muscles in her arms burned and shook with the effort of supporting her upper body.
A white sand beach stretched several yards up the shore and powdery dunes rose above it. Sea oats danced in the gentle wind and sun glinted off the quartz in the sand.
The weight against her thigh shifted and she turned to find Jose Marco face down in the sand at her side, his thigh protectively over hers.
Bella bit back her cries and shook with anticipation as Trevor’s hand withdrew and his slick fingers slid along the crease of her ass and massaged her anus. “I’ll go easy,” he whispered close to her ear. “Just relax.”
She nodded, biting her lip. Jose thumbed her nipple and kissed her mouth open, joining his tongue with hers in another mind-numbing kiss.
Trevor pressed gently, testing her tight anal opening with the tip of his finger. His teeth grazed her shoulder as he murmured soft curses against her skin. He eased a finger in, knuckle deep, massaging until she relaxed completely.
“Thata girl,” he growled softly, working another finger inside and pumping slowly.
She gripped Jose’s shoulders and met each caress of his tongue. He shifted slightly, easing the tip of his cock just inside her and tormenting her with the need to feel him buried deep.
Trevor moved closer. His hips pressed into her ass. His fingers parted, stretching her, getting her ready for his big dick. He entered slowly, groaning into her hair.
She cried into Jose’s mouth as Trevor’s giant cock stretched her to a burn. Jose grasped her thigh and pulled it high on his hip. In one pulse of his pelvis, he filled her from the front.
“Oh, God!” she screamed. Heat wound its way from her ass and vagina into her stomach and through her chest. Her lungs burned. Every inch of her skin flamed. She reached for her nipple, and pinched it to relieve the ache. But her body only screamed for more. More touch. More kisses. More cocks. More. Just more!