Published on January 19, 2016 Genres: Adult, Erotic Romance
One woman in love with two men. Why choose, when she wants them both?
Samantha is in love with her roommates, Geoff and Chris, and she's sure they feel the same way. After seeing Geoff’s reaction to a visit to Naughty Bits, an erotica shop with an extensive BDSM inventory, she’s also pretty sure he’s a sexual Dominant who wants to claim both her and Chris for his own.
Yet the two men have been best friends since childhood, and that friendship keeps them frustratingly hands-off toward her and each other. She wants to respect their code of honor, but she craves deeper, more primitive reactions from them.
Having a submissive nature herself, she’s more than willing to tease Geoff’s Dominant side to life. Chris is the wild card for them both, but Sam is ready to play the hand they’ve been given. She’s determined to see if her naughtiest wishes can become the love of a lifetime, with two men who are everything her heart desires.
It wasn’t a surprise to see Geoff in her doorway. What held her motionless was how his gaze moved over both her and Chris. Thoroughly and possessively. His attention lighted on her thighs and breasts, her expression, the hand she had on Chris’s chest. He moved from there to a perusal of Chris’s big body, to the relaxed thighs and genitalia between them. Despite the intensity of the climax she’d just experienced, additional sensation pulsed between her legs when she saw no abatement in desire as Geoff’s focus shifted between them. She’d always thought Geoff wanted to top them both, but she hadn’t been sure. Until now.
“Sam, can you call in a personal day?” he asked.
Chris was stroking her back, teasing her snarled hair. It had been damp when he’d brought her in here, so it was likely a mess now. She’d have to wet it back down to get it to behave, but with his fingers combing through the strands, she didn’t want to move away from that touch anytime in the next century. When Geoff spoke, Chris didn’t stop, telling her he was aware of the other man’s presence. But when she looked into Chris’s face, she did see a slight tension, an anticipatory awareness. Was he thinking about Geoff standing there, staring at them both, at Chris sprawled out naked and replete? Chris was gazing absently at the ceiling, though, as if he wasn’t yet ready to acknowledge what a Dom standing in the doorway looking at them like candy might mean.
“Yes, I think I could take a personal day.” She brought herself back to the question with effort. “Do you have the day off?” She realized Geoff had showered and changed into one of her favorite pair of jeans on him, stressed and clinging in the right places. His Nike T-shirt stretched over his shoulders.
“I can shuffle some things. Chris, you’re off today, right?”
“Yeah.” Chris wound his fingers around Sam’s hair, lifting himself up as he spoke. She closed her eyes as he nudged beneath her chin and teased her throat with tongue and lips. Her hand fell to his biceps to grip. She needed the anchor, because when his other hand slid over her hip to curve over her ass, the ground just fell away. Chris was kissing her naked body while Geoff watched. For all she’d fantasized about being with them like this, the reality was overwhelming.
“She’s all I want to do today,” Chris said. “Come taste her, Geoff. She gets sweeter with every lick.”
Geoff circled to the other side of the bed. Sam let out a shuddering sigh as he stretched out behind her, his hand molding over her thigh as he dropped a kiss on her shoulder, her upper arm. His shirt brushed her shoulder blades as he straightened, and the firm heat of his chest beneath pressed against her. When he slid his fingers over her thigh and down between her legs, dipping into the mix of fluids she and Chris had left there, she dropped her head back on his shoulder, giving Chris better access to her throat. He moved lower, closing his mouth over one nipple and the flesh around it, pulling on her in a warm, swirling way.
She was in her bed, with Geoff and Chris. With both of them. It was like waking up in Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory and getting a private tour, surreal and delicious, every moment too freaking precious to waste.
Geoff lifted his hand from her and curved it over Chris’s shoulder and neck, fingertips burying in his friend’s dark hair as Chris suckled her.
Chris’s big body tightened, and he drew back slowly. Not jerking away from Geoff’s touch, but making it clear that was an intimacy he wasn’t prepared to accept. She couldn’t read what was in his expression, but it brought the clock to a sudden halt as the two men considered each other over her. She put her hand on Chris’s chest, her other on Geoff’s thigh behind hers, fingers constricting on them as if the physical act could prevent a mental withdrawal. Chris put his hand over hers and caressed her fingers, while Geoff lifted her other hand off his leg, bringing it to his mouth to kiss. Yet when she glanced up, she saw he was still studying Chris with speculation in his sharp gaze. In this light, the hazel color was muted gold. His eye color seemed to change like his moods.
“I was thinking we could go back to Naughty Bits today,” he said abruptly. “It’s time to buy some things. Things she’d like. As nice as it would be to stay in bed all day”—his lips curved—“we need to work some things out. Right?”