His Very Own (MMF)


Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 28,760
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Adam Roper packs his car and leaves his home in New York City to start a new life in Miami, Florida. After a full day of driving, he stops in a small town to buy food at the local grocery store. He offers to help an old woman with her groceries, and before he knows it, he's eating dinner at her home with her son and his wife, the two most attractive people Adam has ever met.

Scott Emerson and his wife, Sasha. Scott and Sasha once ran wild together, but settled down when they had their daughter, Colette. Now Sasha works as the town's only doctor, and Scott spends his days raising Colette and struggling to write. Both of them long for a taste of their former lives, and they think a night spent with Adam will scratch that itch. But Adam is just more than a random one night stand. Can the three of them arrange a more permanent solution and give Adam a place of his very own.

His Very Own (MMF)
1 Ratings (5.0)

His Very Own (MMF)


Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 28,760
1 Ratings (5.0)
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On his other side, Scott shifted, angling his body so that his hand settled on Adam's knee. "You don't mind keeping us company tonight, do you?"

Adam stared at Scott's hand with relief -- finally contact that could not be ignored. "You're not talking about having a few drinks and chatting about the weather and the price of oil these days, right?"

"Well, the drinks were a valid offer." He tilted his head to gaze past Adam at Sasha, a hungry gleam in his eyes. "Weren't they?"

Adam barely noticed as they pulled into a wide driveway, leading up to a two-story white farmhouse set away from the road. He was too busy watching Sasha, and the answering smile that curved her mouth.

"Turn down the offer of tequila body shots?" She killed the engine and faced both men. "Do I look stupid to you?"

Adam's arousal had waned over dinner, and he kept it in check after dinner, but the thought of taking shots off Sasha's lithe, long-limbed body was just too much for him. His cock hardened, his fingertips tingled, and his blood warmed.

"No, you don't look stupid," Adam murmured. "And I'd love to keep you company tonight."

The flush of her immediate smile took him by surprise, but no more so than the hard squeeze of Scott's hand before it disappeared. "Let's move this inside then," Scott said. He climbed out, waiting for Adam to follow before slamming the door shut. It gave Sasha time to come around the front of the truck, and before he knew it, he was penned between her and Scott, walking up to the house.

The interior was cluttered, books stacked haphazardly on shelves surrounding the large TV, a computer prominently displayed at a corner desk. Scott didn't linger in the living room, leading the way to the kitchen, and went straight for the refrigerator, pulling it open to go hunting for limes.

Sasha went to a cupboard near the stove. "Thank God, Ida took Colette for the night. I hate listening to her bitch about how loud we are."

Adam couldn't help but shiver and wonder which God was smiling down on him that night. The comment would have been enough to make him happy if he thought he was going to spend the night alone. But Adam liked nothing more than vocal partners -- and the more vocal they were, the better he liked it.

Scott emerged from the fridge, triumphantly holding two limes. "You know Mom would take her every night if we asked."

Sasha rummaged through the cupboard until she found a shot glass. "And let Ida stuff her with sweets and cookies and stay up all night? No thanks. You know, that's probably why you turned out like you did."

"You love the way I turned out. Where's the salt?"

"The same place the salt always is," Sasha said, handing the shaker to him.

"Let's go upstairs."

Scott led Adam to the second floor and paused outside a closed door. Adam was expecting a bedroom on the other side, but it turned out to be some sort of den. The floor was free from clutter, and a couple of well-worn, but plush couches were set up on either side of an entertainment center.

Scott ignored the couches to fold himself into a sitting position on the floor, his back braced against the nearest sofa. "I'm not sure I even remember the last time we did this." His eyes shone when they met Adam's. "Thank God you got hungry today."

Sasha settled beside her husband and put the tequila on the floor between them. After hesitating a moment, Adam sat with his back against the other couch, facing them. Once again, he was struck by how stunning the two of them were together. They complimented each other perfectly, and for a moment, Adam wished he had met them a decade earlier. How beautiful must they have been then?

"More like, thank God I got hungry for real food and not McCrap. And I'll definitely make it a point to help little old ladies from now on."

Sasha rolled her eyes. "Ida's not helpless," she said as she peeled off the T-shirt she wore. She did it casually, like a woman comfortable in her own skin, completely unaware of how she looked sitting there all tawny flesh and full breasts. The lace on her bra looked even whiter where it strained over the golden swells, and the dusky tip of her nipple peeked through the delicate design. "But in this case, I'm not going to hold it against her."

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