[Menage Amour: Contemporary Menage a Trois Romantic Suspense Romance, MFM, HEA]
Willow O’Connor never thought she’d find herself going back to a town that never felt like home. Meeting two men who seemed too good to be true was another shocker. So far she’d seen nothing good about love. Dare she take the risk and believe in Blake and Dominic Wilde?
Dominic Wilde and his brother, Blake, want to help Willow overcome the fears of her past. Can they convince her they are sincere before her obsessed ex takes her from them for good? Love often comes out of nowhere. Will love overcome evil?
Blake stood in Michael’s living room staring into the prettiest green eyes he’d ever seen and lost all focus on reality. Eyes so green they reminded him of an open field of grass. He felt like someone had sucker-punched him as the air left his lungs. Never mind that one of those eyes was swollen and surrounded by a ring of deep purple.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He felt lost in those pretty eyes until a hard elbow to the ribs startled him out of his stupor.
Blake looked at the man standing next to him, his friend and co-worker Michael, who was currently glaring at him with a disapproving fatherly frown.
Blake cleared his throat, feeling speechless with a woman for the first time in his adult life. He, who had a library of lines for the ladies, could think of not one thing to say.
“Hi, Willow. You probably don’t remember me. It’s been years since I’ve seen you,” he managed to finally spit out, wondering if his voice sounded normal.
She looked nothing like the memory he had of her. This grown-up Willow took his breath away. When she shook his hand, he felt like he had just been shocked by Dominic’s police Taser. Willow O’Conner was stunning with her red spiral curls landing on her shoulders. Her eyes were bright green but filled with sadness. Her skin was flawless except she was sporting a black eye. The ugly purple color of it angered him. Who the hell would hit a woman? She was inches shorter than his six-feet height. She didn’t weigh much either from what he could see.
“I do remember you.” Even her voice was soft and sweet. Her full lips were pink and curving up into a friendly smile.
He felt hot and uncomfortable. This was his best friend’s little sister. He shouldn’t be feeling so aroused. She was a few years younger than him and Michael, he did remember that. Plus Michael was very protective of Willow, always had been.
“You were nicer than the other guy Michael hung out with, Jim? He was always mad when I tagged along to watch you all play football,” she said, sitting on the couch in Michael’s living room.
Blake had stopped by to make sure all was okay, but he hadn’t expected this reaction. She crossed her legs, but all Blake saw was her toned thighs in her denim shorts. Her pale blue T-shirt stretched across her generous breasts and flat stomach.
He was tempted to run his fingers through his own short brown hair to see if it was combed. He had woken up late after their long night out and hadn’t put much thought into his appearance.
He resisted the urge to worry about how he looked and sat on the chair across from the couch. She was too tempting. If he sat too close, he would just stare into her eyes like a fool.
Michael sat next to his sister with a smirk. He could tell Willow threw Blake for a loop. Blake wasn’t feeling amused—he was taken aback by the intense attraction he was feeling. It was so unexpected, and he didn’t know if he should be terrified or excited.
“Willow will be staying with me for now.” Michael looked at his sister as if daring her to argue. Blake felt the tension in the room and was immediately filled with concern.
“Is everything okay? Need my help?” he offered to both of them. Michael was his closest friend, and Blake would do anything for him.
Michael leaned forward, looking upset. His hair was a darker red than his sister’s and cut very short and neat. He had the same green eyes and right now they were filled with fury.
“I might need an alibi.”
“Michael,” Willow chided softly, pushing a curl behind her ear and looking so sad that all Blake wanted to do was pick her up and hold her on his lap. He’d been attracted physically to plenty of women, but this was different. He didn’t understand it yet, but it went deeper than a simple feeling of lust. All of his protective instincts rose, and he wanted to surround her with his comfort.
“We’ve been over this. Blake didn’t come over to hear my problems.” She looked troubled but was making an effort to hide it. Her smiling lips trembled with heavy emotions. Blake wanted to hear all about who dared to harm her.
“On the contrary, Willow,” he said sincerely, looking right at her and making sure she saw he was being honest in his offer for help. “I’d help you in any way I could. Give me the name of whoever hurt you. I’ll help Michael hide the body.”
“This crazy ex of yours will wish he never hit you, Willow.” Michael’s voice came out in a jagged whisper, and Blake knew Michael was beyond angry. Willow was petite and slender. No man should ever lay his hands on any woman. He could have broken bones.
“Do you need medical attention, Willow?” Blake asked, wanting this coward’s address.
She let out a loud sigh and averted her eyes. She put her hand out as if she was going to touch her swollen eye but then changed her mind and placed her hand on her lap. “I’m a nurse, so I know I’m fine. I may frighten people if I go out, but it’ll fade.”
She put her hand on her brother’s arm. “It’s over, and Alex knows it. I just need to rest and figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life.”
“Move here.” Michael said it as a command and not a suggestion. Blake silently agreed. She would be protected in Copper Point. He also wanted to get to know this grown-up Willow O’Conner better, but how would his friend feel about that?
Michael had grown up shielding his little sister from men and any harm. Blake could see why, but now he wanted to be part of that circle. He wanted to make sure Willow was safe first and foremost. Then he’d figure out a way to get to know her and see if this instant attraction was returned.
Blake looked down at Willow’s full breasts. The tips were a light pink and pointed out, tempting him. “I can feast on these tits forever, baby.”
Since the moment he’d laid eyes on her in her brother’s living room, he’d fantasized about this moment. Having Willow here, in their home and bed. It was hard to believe that day was here finally. Looking into her eyes had tilted his world off its axis, and it had never stopped spinning fast. He should feel panicked, but he didn’t. He felt happy.
She covered her breasts with her hands, but Blake grabbed her arms and eased them down to her sides. “You are so sexy, Willow. Don’t hide from us.”
“I’m the only one without clothes,” she whispered, looking self-consciously at him and Dominic.
Dominic chuckled. Blake had led her by the hand to his own bedroom. It was the first bedroom after the living room, but it felt right to have her in it. He didn’t bring women into his personal domain, but with Willow it felt right. This was far from a casual hookup to him. It was so much more that it scared him. He’d have his heart broken if she blew him off after this night.
Blake gave her a wicked grin and unbuttoned his dress shirt slowly until it was falling to the floor. He unzipped his pants, letting the zipper slowly slide down along with his boxers. He freed his hard cock. Her beautiful eyes followed his every move, and that pink tongue came out to lick her lips.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll come in my pants,” he warned her with honesty. His big hard cock sprang forth as if seeking freedom. The cool air in the room did nothing to soften his erection.
Dominic was busy pushing her panties down her thighs until they pooled to the floor. Her hips were curved and her stomach was flat. Dominic’s hands traveled down her stomach to cup her naked pussy. Dominic laid her in the center of the bed and stared.
“You’re beautiful,” Dominic swore, making her eyes soften.
Blake silently agreed. He wanted to give her romantic words, but he looked at Willow lying at the center of his king-sized bed fully naked and lost his ability to speak. Dominic undressed quickly. Blake loved how shiny Willow’s green eyes appeared. A small lamp on his nightstand illuminated the otherwise dark room. Her pale skin glowed against his navy-blue comforter. She was so sexy he wanted, needed to be inside of her soon.
“I want this to be good for you, Willow.” He pushed away his anxiety and nervousness. He knew this was an important night. Not only was this their first time, but he also already had feelings for her. If it didn’t work out, he would be truly hurt and that was scary, making him feel vulnerable.
He lay next to her, kissing her cheek, neck, and shoulder. He traced her soft pink lips with a finger. Dominic lay on her other side and cupped her breasts, tugging on her nipples. Willow closed her eyes and moaned softly. The pulse at her neck was throbbing, and he knew she was as aroused as they were.
Blake let his hand wander down her flat stomach and to that spot between her legs, her pretty tempting pussy. Small red curls covered her entrance. Her thighs were toned and a pale white. He pushed them open wide to get a better look.
She was a seductress, and she belonged to him and his brother. They had to convince her they were serious and would never abuse her. He hated the thought of any man laying his hands on Willow or any other woman. Women should be cherished and made to feel special. He always made sure his sexual partners left satisfied. Willow was more than a casual partner.
“Are you on the pill?” Dominic asked, always thinking logically. It had never occurred to Blake to even ask, and that wasn’t normal for him. He was always very careful about birth control. His dads had lectured both of them since their early teen days to always be safe no matter what. Not only for them, but for their partners, too.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I need to taste your cream,” Dominic told her, heading between her thighs.
Blake let his brother taste her first while he feasted on her breasts. She was responsive and moaned lightly. Blake loved watching her excitement. It added fuel to his fire.
Willow moved her body against the blanket, gripping his hair tightly. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
Blake moved up to her mouth and took her lips in a hot, steamy kiss. Her hands grabbed on to his cock, and Blake groaned with pleasure. She fisted his cock up and down.
Dominic had her thighs wide open and was busy licking her pussy. Her cheeks were pink but she looked aroused. Blake thought she was a beautiful sight. He was desperate for a taste of her cream, too. As his brother lifted his head up and caressed her wild curls, Blake settled between her thighs, swiping his tongue on her wetness.
“Mmm,” he hummed, swiping her clit with his tongue. She was sweet as honey.
“Oh yes, that feels so good, Blake,” she cried out in a strangled voice. “I can’t take this feeling.”
He could feel her body tighten up as he plunged in and out of her pussy with gusto. He lifted his head, feeling like his dick could cut steel.
“You ready for us, baby? I am so ready for you. I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get inside that pussy.”
She nodded eagerly. Her eyes widened as he fisted his erection and placed it at her entrance.