[Ménage Amour: Erotic Contemporary Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, public exhibition]
Candice has plans for her future. She is going to become a nurse, eventually find herself a nice man to marry, and lead a quiet, middle-class existence utterly devoid of emotional super highs and super lows. All of this makes perfect sense…right up to the time the town’s ultra-alpha policeman decides to make Candice his own.
On that very same day, the boomtown’s most gorgeous oilman billionaire also decides that Candice is the woman he needs to make his life complete. When passion erupts, unplanned and most definitely uncharacteristic, Candice’s life is thrown into chaos.
Can Candice find fulfillment and lifelong love in the arms of two men so opposite from one another? Can these men, so strong in their own right, share their love for Candice?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 CUPS: "Ms. Gideon uses a pen full of hedonistic pleasures and danger to tell this compelling story. On their own, Alvin and Dylan are strong players in this tale but when they are together in the pages, the dynamic duo packs a powerful punch. Ecstasy Times Two is a great novel that allows the reader to really delve into the story. The sex is extremely hot and at times it left my throat so parched that I thought I had been walking in the desert for hours. You will enjoy this tale time and again and you will find yourself revisiting the characters that make up this seriously hot novel." -- Danielle, Coffee Time Romance
She watched as he turned and walked away, his shoulders held squarely, his back straight, his black hair coming over the collar of his jacket. He was one of those rare men, Candice concluded, who was just as appealing walking away from a woman as he was walking toward her. Dylan went toward the corner booth, furthest away from the jukebox and the various cowboys and oilmen quenching their thirst and need of companionship with cold beer and jovial conversation.
She went to the bar and picked up a menu, ignoring the knowing half-smile on Uncle Rolf’s lips.
“Dylan Amberson’s here again,” Uncle Rolf said, his tone faintly teasing. “Seems The Cattleman’s Paradise has become right popular with that man. Why do you suppose that is, Candice?”
“Uncle Rolf,” she replied sharply, the flinty look in her ice blue eyes suggesting she wasn’t in any mood to get taunted, “don’t start with me.”
He had chosen to sit so that his back was toward the interior of the saloon. When Candice stepped up to the booth, Dylan looked up at her with a gaze that was direct, a bit bold, and more disconcerting than she would admit.
“It’s good to see you again, Candice,” he said, taking the menu from her. “Any recommendations on steaks?”
“Tonight, give the porterhouse a try.”
“Okay. I’ll have the porterhouse medium-rare with a baked potato, your house salad with french dressing, a double Jack Daniels on ice, and the number of your cell phone so I can talk to you when you’re not working.” He smiled, and one dark, arched eyebrow lifted. “I know you work a lot of hours, but even you must take some time off now and then. I’d like you to spend at least some of that time with me.” His gaze was direct and a little unsettling. “As much time as you’re willing to share.”
Candice felt a warm flush of embarrassment go through her veins, and she wondered how much it showed. With her Swedish heritage, she was naturally pale-skinned, so it didn’t take much discomfort for her to blush noticeably.
“Do you want the whiskey now,” she asked, trying hard to not grin, “or should I wait until I bring the steak?”
“I’d like the sour mash and your cell phone number now.” He reached out and curled his fingers around her left hand. “If you give me half a chance, I’ll show you I’m not nearly as wicked as the rumors in this little town suggest.”
“Wicked is an understatement for some of the stories I’ve heard about you.” When Dylan ran the pad of his thumb over the back of Candice’s hand, she almost shivered. She tried to tell herself that the caress wasn’t really that intimate, but it didn’t prevent her from feeling naked and very responsive. “Did you really sleep with Betty Jo Brewster and Julie Harriman at the same time?” Now she was certain her cheeks flamed. She nibbled briefly on her lower lip, looking away. Shaking her head slowly, she murmured, “I can’t believe I just asked that. Your love life is none of my business.”
“Actually, that’s my sex life, which is oddly disconnected with my love life,” Dylan replied, not displaying even the slightest bit of apprehension about discussing such an intimate topic. “And as for who I have or haven’t slept with, I make it a personal policy to never talk about my sex life with anyone. If you’ve heard stories of me being with women, it’s the women who have told the stories, not me.”
Candice looked into his navy blue eyes, considered what he’d said for a moment, and realized he was telling the truth. Julie Harriman had been in the saloon, with several martinis in her, bragging to several of her friends that she’d “bonked the incredible Dylan Amberson.” She claimed that Dylan had given her have “a year’s worth of climaxes in one night.” Julie’s only regret was that she wasn’t given another night of passion from him.
“You look at women as casual playthings,” Candice explained, her voice barely carrying above the sound of the jukebox. “I’m not like Julie Harriman or—“
“I know you’re not,” Dylan said quickly, cutting her off. He squeezed her hand a bit tighter in his. “You’re not like any of the women who dance through my life, and that’s only one of the many reasons why I find you so damned fascinating.”
Candice looked briefly away again. Though she felt the sensation of intentionally sailing into very dangerous waters, she couldn’t keep from asking, “What’s another reason?”
“The sound of your laughter is music, and eyes the color of blue waters off Keys West. If you let me, I could take you there so you could see for yourself.” He paused, and Candice’s heart skipped another beat. “And, of course, there’s your smile.”
He nodded. “And, to be truthful, you’ve got a body that has a way of focusing attention.” His eyebrows lifted fractionally. “I can’t tell you how much time I’ve spent in here looking at you but trying to keep you from catching me. Sometimes, you make me feel like a teenage boy.” He grinned. “I can’t say that I’m entirely thrilled with a return to my adolescent self. I think what’s most sexy about you is that you really don’t realize just how sexy you are.”
Candice’s shock and pleasure at the handsome man’s boldness caused a sharp intake of breath.
“Dylan Amberson, you get away with waaay too much,” she said, feeling an unbidden warmth slithering through her veins. “My cell phone is seven-oh-one-five-five-five-nine-four-seven-five. And now I’d better get your Jack Daniels before I embarrass myself even further.”
Bulldog looked down at his own erection sticking out through the fly of his blue policeman’s trousers. His cock was solid, pulsing with lust. His erection seemed harder than ever before in his life. The urge to thrust into Candice fast and deep was powerful, but he resisted this impulse. His size meant it was necessary to be cautious. Rubbing the crown of his erection against her pink lips, he entered her slowly, watching as she opened to accept his invasion.
“Oh, yes!” he hissed as Candice’s warmth and moisture surrounded the crest of his cock.
He pushed in a little ways, then withdrew until over the very tip of his crown still separated her lips. Pausing several seconds, he felt the floodtide of passion coursing through his veins and knew then and there that he wouldn’t have his usual sexual stamina. The lust that Candice inspired was burning too hotly for him to last long.
Holding her by the hips, Bulldog pushed into Candice a second time, thrusting slightly harder than before. He buried nearly his entire length in Candice, and the soft, purring sound she made told him everything he needed to know about her willing acceptance.
Candice sat on the stool, leaning back against the bar, her hands outstretched, level with her shoulders. Her face was turned to the side, her mouth filled with Dylan’s erection. Bulldog watched, stunned that he wasn’t in the least bit jealous, as Dylan pumped his hips, working the crown and shaft of his cock in and out of Candice’s mouth.
“So beautiful,” Bulldog whispered. “I can’t believe I’m watching what you’re doing to Dylan and all I can think about is how sexy you look.”
Bulldog thrust again into Candice and this time buried his entire length within her slick embrace. When his pelvis collided with hers, she rocked on the bar stool, and the mounds of her breasted swayed tautly.
Bending forward, Bulldog sucked the pink tip of Candice’s left breast into his mouth. He worked his tongue on the elongated nipple, knowing from experience how much she loved having her breasts kissed and caressed.
An array of stimuli overwhelmed Bulldog’s senses. Motionless with his cock buried inside Candice, he could feel her intimate muscles squeezing him, kneading his hard flesh. And from above his head, the sound of Dylan feeding himself to her was wetly erotic to the senses.
Releasing her breast, Bulldog kissed across the front of her body until he took her other nipple between his lips. He bared his teeth and bit her nipple lightly. She moaned loudly around the hard man filling her mouth.
Straightening, he slipped his free hand beneath Candice’s knee to lift it so that her bare thigh wouldn’t be scraped by his holstered pistol. Looking at the woman he loved as she sucked wantonly on another man’s cock, Bulldog’s hips began churning, pumping the long, hard length of his erection between Candice’s slick lips.
Candice’s breathing was coming faster and faster through her nostrils. Bulldog had pleasured her into orgasms enough times to know that she wasn’t far from climaxing for him. As he plunged into her with increasing speed and energy, he watched her eyes open briefly then squeeze tightly shut. A moment later, as he seesawed between her feminine lips, her legs began quivering and the high-pitched sound that came from deep inside signaled her orgasm.
“That’s it, sweetness,” Bulldog growled, feeling her contractions squeezing his undulating cock. “Come for me.”