[Ménage Amour: Erotic Historical Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M]
Megan MacGregor accompanies her dying husband to the docks of Jamestown to find an indenture for their printing shop. She's stunned and horrified when Trevor chooses the most magnificent man she's ever seen. Labeled a rebel and traitor, Alexander Campbell has cheated death in the Scottish Highlands and gone to hell and back.
Determined to secure his business and wife's future happiness, Trevor strikes a bargain with his new indenture, if Alex can give Megan a child, Trevor will grant his freedom. The physical terms of the bargain are easy, but the emotional costs for both are high. When Alex gives Trevor back his life and wants to end the bargain, Trevor knows their future happiness lies in keeping Alex where he belongs: with them. He strikes another bargain. Megan can be shared between them.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
"I like to put women in impossible situations. What would you do if the husband you loved gave you a gift; the most magnificent man you've ever seen? He's yours to do what you please without consequences except you find yourself falling in love. How do you handle being in love with two men?" ~ Amber ~
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 CHERRIES: "There is plenty of heat in Loving Two Highlanders. The chemistry between Alexander and Megan is intense, while the relationship between Megan and Trevor is endearing. The emotional scenes are well written and the characters are well developed...The story is enjoyable and well worth a read." -- Fern, Whipped Cream Reviews
“Come here, Alex. I want to feel you against me.”
He lowered himself down and slid up the length of her, inhaling her smell, sweeping his tongue across her skin, rubbing his body against hers until their faces were close. Her hands hooked over his shoulders, then swept across his back in long, smooth strokes, over the curve of his buttocks, to linger on his thighs.
“You feel wonderful,” she said. “I knew you would. I wish I could lie here all day exploring every inch of you. I want to touch everything.”
She reached between them, and he lifted slightly to allow her access. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and her breath exploded in a shuddering gasp that made him tighten in her hand. She gripped him tight, sliding her hand up and down to feel him. Her touch was incredible, hard enough to make him feel, soft enough to show how tenderly she wanted to treat him.
He wanted to touch her too, but he thought to give her a chance to discover what she’d not ever had. Instead he brushed the hair from her neck and planted kisses there, gently moving up her throat to her mouth. He thought to steal her lips when she sighed.
“Oh, Alex, are you what I’ve needed? Am I doing the right thing?”
“You’re doing the only thing, lass. ’Tis all that matters between us. Don’t think right now. You’ve said you want to belong to me. Was it the truth?”
“Aye,” she said. “I can think of nothing I want more.”
He cupped her face, and when her mouth opened to say more, he covered it with his own. She didn’t wait. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, and he pulled it deep. He shifted slightly, maneuvering his body perfectly on top of hers while he pushed his knee between her legs. She opened them wider, instinctively wrapping her legs around his.
She pulled her mouth away from his and pulled herself up to whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Alex. I can’t wait any longer.”
When she dropped back down to the pillow, he smiled down at her. “You’ve got my cock in your hand. Do what you want with it.”
“But I’m not sure what to do.”
“Aye, you are. ’Tis natural. Pull it toward you, open up, and I’ll slide right in. Believe me. It will go exactly where it wants to go.”
She lifted against him, and the tip of his cock touched the warmth of her. Her pussy was wet, slippery, and she moved him back and forth for a minute against her skin, moaning softly at the feel of it. He watched her face. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her tongue swept across her lip. Her head arched backward as she quivered slightly beneath him. The sight of her moist lips and silky tongue were too much. He finally had to kiss her. He captured her mouth, teasing her with his tongue, nipping at hers when she dipped her tongue into his mouth. His cock throbbed and ached, wanting nothing more than to be enveloped in her warm folds and wet hollows. He waited, enjoying the feel of her mouth, the soft flesh cradled against him.
She finally positioned the tip of his cock against her slit and lifted her hips. He took that as a sign and drove into her. Her legs tightened around him, and her pelvis curled up toward him.
“Oh, Alex, deeper, please go deeper.”
He slammed into her harder, and she rose higher, clutching his shoulders, raking her nails down his back. Her muscles clenched and tightened around him, already searching for her orgasm. The little wench was greedy and very sensitive, already on the verge of coming. The tiny pulses against his cock told him. He knew exactly what to do. He plunged into her hard, just to appease her, and himself, then he withdrew and entered slowly, rubbing his thickness against her. She lunged against him, trying to pull him farther, but he held her hips and pressed his cock against the spot he knew would drive her to madness. He stopped moving above her.
She struggled at first, eager for the feel of him, wanting the entire length of his cock buried inside, but her eyes widened, and her breathing deepened. Her heartbeat thundered against his chest, a hard, dangerous rhythm that might have scared him if he hadn’t felt it before in many women.
Her mouth opened, and a breathy sigh escaped. “Don’t move,” she ordered.
Alex smiled. “No, lass, I’ll not move. Do what you need to do.”
Her voice was frantic. “What do I do?”
“Feel for it. Only you know. ’Tis slightly different for every woman, but I’m in the right place. I can tell by your face.”
“It’s the perfect place.”
“Aye. Now use my cock to get your pleasure.”
Her muscles contracted slightly, and even that slight movement threatened his control, but he managed. She moved her hips, rubbing his body in short, even strokes, and it didn’t take long because Megan MacGregor was a very sensual woman.
She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer. “Don’t move,” she said again.
“I’m not moving.”
“I mean it,” she said. “Don’t move.”
It didn’t seem possible, but her heart beat faster, pounding against his chest in heavy thumps. The breaths that tore from her mouth puffed against his throat, and with each one he smiled. She rubbed against him faster now, and it would only take another…
“Oh, my God, Alex.”