Three to Play
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By: Kris Cook | Other books by Kris Cook Categories: Erotic Romance, May-December, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Word Count: 37,014 Heat Level: SEXTREME Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.
[Ménage Amour 117: Erotic Contemporary Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, May-December, BDSM] 26 Ratings
Avg - 4.3
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 Three to Play
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Professional Reviews5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Three to Play by Kris Cook was, well, an awesome read! This book had it all, ménage, M/M action, BDSM, hold on to your panties HOT! I so thoroughly enjoyed this book. We first meet Clint, who is the bad boy with attitude, strength and determination. It does take nearly the whole story to find out what makes Clint well, Clint. It makes your heart wrench for him, and love him to see him open his heart and give in to his fears. And Dustin, you just gotta love that guy. He is everything Clint isn't. Sweet, goofy, fun loving, laid-back Dustin is completely content to let Clint make the career choices for both of them...They had not expected their strong reaction to Beth, and what a pleasant surprise she turns out to be. Strong, confident, loving, yet shy all rolled into one. She is ultimately the glue that binds them. This was a fast paced, well-written story that had sparks flying from the very first page. Kris Cook was able to bring to life the feelings, emotions, and fears in a fantastic way. Three to Play is one hot read from start to finish, and it will not disappoint!" -- Amy, Dark Diva Reviews5 BLUE RIBBONS: "Brand new author Kris Cook delivers with THREE TO PLAY, a steamy and sultry May/December BDSM ménage romance that will leave readers dying for more! Clint, Dustin, and Beth are characters not easily forgotten!...I pretty much broke out in a sweat reading THREE TO PLAY, Kris Cook's erotic and well written look into the 'older woman/younger man' genre. Beth was hesitant to begin a relationship with Clint and Dustin, and I can't blame her. I would have done the same thing. Of the two men, Clint just might be my favorite because his childhood influenced his life so very much and the demons he carried were enough to make me want to hug him. Dustin, what can I say about this cutie man? He was playful and gentle but unafraid of the feelings he had for both Clint and Beth. Without Dustin, this ménage would not have happened. If ménage contemporary romance is your cup of tea, please let me recommend THREE TO PLAY. It is decadent, sensual, and hot enough to start a fire!" -- Natalie S., Romance Junkies ExcerptADULT EXCERPT Clint peeled his pants off and tossed them to the floor. Boxers. The head of his cock stood out of the waistband. All that control she'd seen the past few weeks masked what loomed inside him. Instinct and heat. Intensity. If she didn't hold herself together, he'd overwhelm her in minutes. Clint unbuttoned her pants and slid them off. His fingers skimmed along her thighs. Goosbumps and a hot zing followed his hands. When her pants cleared her ankles and piled on the hardwood floor, her arousal clamped tight inside her. Dustin slid next to her on the couch, kissing her shoulder. Beth looked down. She'd chosen pink panties. Her cheeks heated to a temperature of an iron on the hottest setting. On the front of the delicate silk, her desire left a large damp spot. Before she could cover it, Clint dove over the material with his mouth. Every cell in her body began to roar, to electrify. His tongue on the fabric lashed her clit underneath. She cried out. "How does that feel, darlin?" Dustin murmured, kissing his way up her neck. "A-Amazing. More. Please" Dustin stroked her hair. The guy could be so gentle, so kind. And yet so dangerous. "Tell me what you're feeling, Beth." Dustin said as he moved his hands to her nipples and latched on. "Light-headed," she panted. "Excited." With his dark eyes full of promise and raw desire, Clint ripped her panties away. An instant later, Dustin darted between her thighs and laved his tongue over her clit. Her mouth went lax, insides doing somersaults. Gripping the soft silk of his hair in her hands, she moaned. "Do you want more?" Clint's mouth on her breast was erotic torture. Dustin drove her wild with his tongue on her clit. She wanted to answer, but with both men tonguing her to new heights of intoxication, she couldn't. She couldn't hold back another second. A vibration swirled inside her. "Y-Yes!" Clint and Dustin didn't ease up on her. Their mouths worked magic on her, and her orgasm exploded from her core to every nerve ending. After a bit, her climax faded back. Her breathing steadied. "You came for us. Good." A hint of a smile showed on Clint's face. "Just the first of many." Every whisper seemed to wander over her skin, raising goose pimples along the way. And the way he caressed her, kissed her, spoke to her blew her mind. A total tease at the outset, but he'd delivered, even as he reassured her. Clint kept her on edge. He was more urgent, focused, as he took her mouth again. He never seemed to tire of her favorite activity. She closed her eyes as he deepened his kiss. When she opened them again, she saw his dark eyes staring back, unblinking, intense. He'd take and demand, then exact more. At that moment, she doubted herself. Could she satisfy such a man? Beth's body stiffened at the thought. As if sensing her fear, Clint gently slid his hand up her thigh while continuing their kiss. As his fingers skated over her mound, settling in firm circles on her clit, she tensed again, this time neither from fear or unease. Instead, the infinite want these two men extracted from her made her rigid all over. Clint continued his friction on her clit. Another climax took her. "G-God!" Tears fell from her eyes. Detonations from the orgasm erupted inside her. "That's it, Beth." Clint whispered. "Let yourself go. Feel everything. There's more to come. Much more." When her climax quieted, Beth locked gazes with Clint. She imagined him hungry, ready to pounce. He lifted her up from the sofa as if she was made of air. She could feel his rock-solid arms, one around her shoulders, the other beneath her knees. She leaned her head into his chest. "Time to move this to the bedroom." Clint's voice, low and measured, seduced. Dustin nodded. "I agree." Beth's toes curled. The bedroom. She knew what would happen. Here, in her living room, she might still be able to stop them from moving horizontal. But in there? Still, she couldn't find the will to end the evening. Instead, she leaned her head into Clint's muscled shoulder. He carried her into the bedroom. Dustin tossed her bedspread and blankets to the floor. Only the sheets remained, waiting for their naked bodies to intertwine.
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