[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, ice play, HEA]
Josie Decker and Chance Reynolds knew each other years ago when they were in the same foster home, before Josie’s birth mother reclaimed her. Now, Chance and his best friend, Sam Booth an Afghan war veteran are living in Fate Harbor, Washington, when Josie reestablishes ties with her foster parents and opens a bakery in the quaint town.
Chance realizes that growing up with her birth mother has left Josie with physical and emotional scars and a deep belief that she is unworthy of love. Fate Harbor is very accepting of triad alliances, and Chance believes that the relationship that will ultimately heal Josie is one that includes both he and Sam. Sam’s recent trauma, fighting for his country, has left him beyond hurt.
Chance has despaired of saving the brother of his heart, but finding Josie again has given him hope, and a plan. Can the three of them make the perfect future together?
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Dace Everan
4 STARS: "What's a girl to do when not one but two hot guys shower her with attention? For Josie Decker, a less than picture perfect childhood left her with physical and emotional reminders. She's focused on a new career and doesn't quite know what to do when Chance Reynolds and his best friend Sam Booth pull out all the stops to win her heart. In TRUSTING CHANCE by Caitlyn O'Leary, the storyline focuses on a triad. While all three main characters have dealt with challenges in life, Josie and Sam both have physical manifestations and are "broken" to various degrees. As a reader, it was refreshing to find imperfect characters. While not exactly a mainstream relationship, the author explores the inner workings of a m/f/m dynamic through ménage, light BDSM and plenty of heartfelt emotion. All is not wine and roses, though, despite the fact that there are other similar relationships in the town. Making it work is not the easiest option, but TRUSTING CHANCE just might make it all better." -- Rachel's Willful Thoughts, The Romance Reviews
4 COCKTAILS: "Josie is returning to Fate Harbor, Washington to open a bakery…her dream…and also to be near the foster parents who gave her so much love when she was a child. Chance was raised in the same foster home, and he remembers Josie…never forgot her, in fact, and he’s played an important role in bringing her back. Sam was ALSO there during his youth. He is a veteran, having returned from Afghanistan physically and emotionally damaged. When the three of them come together, sparks fly, emotions run high, and love and lust bring comfort to their lives. These three characters are the backbone of a really great story from Caitlyn O’Leary. This is her first book for Siren-Bookstrand, and it’s a terrific effort. It’s extremely well written and has an excellent flow. The characters, from Josie, Chance, and Sam, to their wonderful foster parents, Josie’s sisters, and the rest of the town fit together perfectly. The sex is VERY hot, and even though there’s quite a bit of it, it’s not overwhelming and/or gratuitous. I fell in love with Sam and Chance. The way they wanted to just take care of Josie was so moving, and Josie is so used to taking care of other people that she doesn’t really know how to let them. This is a very sweet love story. As it moves along, you can see that the three of them are healing each other. I enjoyed “Trusting Chance” very much. I highly recommend it, and I’ll be watching for more of Caitlyn O’Leary’s work." -- Kenna, Cocktails and Books
Sam walked Josie up the steps, carefully staying close behind her. She had had two glasses of red wine at dinner, and he didn’t know if she had taken pain medication that day. She glanced back at him. “I know what you’re doing Sam, and you don’t need to. I’m perfectly able to navigate my own staircase.”
“You had two glasses of wine.”
“So you were counting!” He took the keys from her hand, and unlocked the door.
“Did you take medication today?”
“I took some this morning, not this afternoon,” Josie huffed. “If I had, I wouldn’t have had wine with dinner.” Josie pushed open her door, walked inside, and turned to face him, holding out her hand for her keys. Sam walked past her, ignoring her outstretched hand, realizing he had offended her. She was a touchy little thing.
“I don’t require a keeper, Sam. I’d like you to leave.” He turned to her.
“I think you need someone to watch out for you, someone who cares about you. When was the last time you had someone you could lean on?” When he saw her confused expression, he had his answer.
“How many people have you taken care of over the years?” he asked quietly.
Josie bit her lip, and he just couldn’t help himself, he brushed his fingers over her mouth, rescuing that bit of flesh. “I would love it if you would let me take care of you. Just a little bit…is that so wrong?” He cupped her face, and bent for a slow taste of those luscious lips.
Josie couldn’t stop her response. His words had unlocked something deep within her. She couldn’t remember a time when she could literally lean into someone, and she reveled in it. Her arms lifted to encompass his broad shoulders. God, he felt so hard, so good and strong. Trying to get even closer, she lifted up on her toes, and gasped in pain. He felt it in their kiss, and correctly interpreted it. He broke away and looked at her. In one quick moment, she was lifted in his arms and then found herself settled on his lap on her sofa. She looked up at him in wonder. “You’ll hurt yourself doing that,” she admonished.
“Baby, you’re just a little thing,” Sam said.
Josie snorted in disbelief.
“Okay, you’re lush and curvy, just the way I love women. I can’t stand a woman who’s going to blow away at the first strong wind. But, Josie, compared to me, you are a little thing, and you’re the perfect size, with the absolute perfect body. Do you understand me? Are you finally hearing me?” Josie looked up at him, and saw the absolute truth on his face. She turned away, and nuzzled his neck, not wanting him to see the sheen of tears in her eyes. This man, who made her blood sizzle, was turning her self-image upside down. She felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her heart.
“I know we’re going to talk about our injuries, but can you please tell me how such a beautiful woman could think she needed to hide in clothes four times her size? How she could think that she wouldn’t have men falling at her feet?” Josie couldn’t help giggling at the outrageous statement.
“I’m serious, baby. At least a quarter of your male customers are coming into Sweet Dream Desserts to see the sights, not for the pastries.” Sam tilted her head so she was forced to look at him. “Let me guess, it was some guy who convinced you that you, you were less than perfect.”
“Actually, it started way earlier than that. My mom was one of those women who would blow away in the wind, and she was constantly harping on my weight. So, it’s pretty much ingrained that I’m fat. And, yeah, I got pretty serious about a guy, and when I finally agreed to sleep with him, well, he wasn’t all that impressed with my body. He insisted the lights be turned off.” Josie had to turn away from Sam. She couldn’t stand to see pity in his eyes.
Once again he turned her face, and she ended up looking up at him, and what she saw was anger. “Baby, that should never have happened. I understand a parent belittling you, boy do I understand that, but I can’t understand the asshole issues. If I was lucky enough to get a chance to make love to you, I would want all the lights on. I wouldn’t want to miss a thing.”
Josie lost the ability to keep herself upright on her elbows, and dropped back down on the mattress, getting closer to the state of bliss that she found only in the arms of these two men. As if they choreographed their moves, Chance’s tongue forced its way into her tight passage of her vagina and Sam started playing with her swollen clit. She bucked up, and was immediately pressed back down into the bed by the strong arm Sam was pressing over her brace and abdomen. Every time the pleasure got so intense that she bucked, he would push down, and say soothing words at her breast, calming her. “Wait for it, baby, it’ll be so much better, if you wait for it.” As soon as he would say that, Chance’s tongue would still and Sam would stop the mind-blowing circles that he was rubbing on her clustered nerves. Instead he blew a gentle stream of warm air across the wet, sensitive crests of her breasts, encouraging her to allow her orgasm to build up slowly and sweetly.
Josie found herself begging. “Please, Sam, let me come. Please, oh, please.” She rolled her hips, trying to push her body against his agile fingertips. She was clenching the walls of her cunt around Chance’s tongue, trying to lure him deeper into her body. Sam looked into her needy dark-caramel eyes, bearing witness to her glory as she arched, keening for release, sprouting a slight sheen of perspiration. How this woman claimed her right to passion and her belief in herself was a gift that he would always cherish. He bent and took the tight tip of her nipple between his teeth and gently bit, while circling and pressing, signaling Chance to begin thrusting deep into the velvety depths of Josie’s warm pussy. Sam released her nipple, and said, “Come for us now, baby. Give us everything.”
It was bigger than anything that had come before. The climax had been trying to break to the surface for what seemed like hours. She’d tried so hard not to come, she’d tried to obey. Okay, she might have tried to steal an orgasm, but Chance and Sam had not allowed it, and now she was experiencing pleasure past the point of no return. She didn’t pass out. This time she was clearly aware of both of them teasing and soothing her body. This time she could hear them talking. It was as if she were floating above the bed, because even though her eyes were closed she knew exactly where they were, and what they were doing.
Is she still with us?
She’s in the zone. I think she’s in the perfect relaxed state for what we have planned next.
She seems pretty small, and you know she hasn’t done this before. Josie knew that was Chance. She stretched out her arm, found his hand, and squeezed it.
Buddy, she came so hard the other night, and you know she’s going to come even harder tonight. She likes anal play, and I like it. Now you don’t have—
Oh, I’m playing! She gave his hand another squeeze.
“You with us, Zee?” Chance asked. It was like she was coming out of anesthesia.
“Mmmmhhh, I’m here.” She smiled blissfully. “I’m ready for anything.” She let go of Chance’s hand and stretched her arms over her head, her legs sliding restively against one another.
“I know you are, baby. Let’s get you up on your hands and knees, okay?” Sam helped her to roll over. She loved the feel of his hands guiding her into the new position. “Keep your hands over your head like they are and rest your head on the bed.” Josie loved how she was displayed. It was like an ass-elevated yoga child’s pose, but with the added bonus of four hands stroking her butt.
“Josie, you have the most beautiful heart-shaped ass I have ever seen,” Chance said, his voice thick with emotion. Josie believed him. Well, she believed that he thought so, and that felt so liberating. She wiggled her ass, and she heard him groan. Then she heard the cap of a bottle snap open.
“Chance, hold her open, I want to see that pretty little asshole.” Hearing her ass was pretty was one thing, but her asshole? She clenched, and immediately she felt the quick heat of pain as Sam slapped her right butt cheek. “Relax and open up, baby. We like looking at what’s ours. Every part of you belongs to us, and we love every part of you.” Josie took in a cleansing yoga breath.
“I really like the parts that play nicely with my dick,” Chance added. “I like your mouth, I like your hands, I like your pussy, and despite what Sam thinks, I’m going to love your tight little asshole.” On Josie’s second relaxing breath Chance splayed open her cheeks, and then she felt Sam’s gentle fingers applying lubricant against her anus.
“Jesus, look at how she flutters open and closed, like she can’t decide if she wants to let us in our keep us out…it’s so fucking sexy,” Chance breathed.
“Oh, she wants to let us in,” Sam assured him. Then he slowly slid his index finger in to the second knuckle and smiled at Josie’s sigh of pleasure. “Good girl. Do you like that? Do you want more?” They saw her head nod, and Sam spread more of the ointment onto his hand, and this time pressed in with three fingers. They watched as her head thrashed, and listened as she hissed. “Too much, baby?”
“I think it’s too much, but I need more. You know?” She looked over her shoulder at the two of them, her eyes awash with confusion. She suddenly arched her flanks upward, catching Sam by surprise, causing him to go deeper. Both men’s eyes were pulled to the sight of her anus being stretched so tightly, but then they turned toward her and saw that she was breathing deeply and smiling in satisfaction. “That’s better,” she breathed, “but I need you to move. I still need more.”