When rural Ohio chick Darla Jo picks up a naked hitchhiker wearing nothing but a guitar, her first surprise is learning he’s Trevor Connor, the lead singer in her favorite indie rock group. The second surprise? Trevor likes her…a lot. The surprises keep coming when Trevor’s best friend, Joe Ross, the bass player for the group, shows up and complicates everything.
Here’s a sizzling excerpt with the threesome that is definitely Not Safe For Work!
This was really happening.
“How do we do this?” I murmured against Trevor’s mouth, his warm tongue parting my lips and searching me deeply, trying to find the parts I had kept hidden.
“No rules,” they said together. Even with Trevor caressing my face, our lips together, I couldn’t help but laugh. We all cracked up, the tension broken, the air in the room suddenly lighter, and we just were.
No right. No wrong. Just three people who wanted to know each other and touch and lick and enjoy in a way that might not be normal, but it wasn’t bad. The look we exchanged was so good, a calm abyss widening inside me, making it all just fine.
Trevor took the lead again, standing as our laughter faded, stripping off his shirt, rippling abs moving as he stretched up, his skin stretched perfectly. His body I’d seen plenty, but when Joe stripped down I couldn’t hold in the gasp.
A thick scar stretched from his neckline down where his heart was.
“Oh, my God! What happened?” I asked, standing to touch it, fingers drawn like a magnet.
Puzzled, he looked down, the act of curling his chin under making his stomach muscles curl in, exposing a perfect six-pack. “Oh. The scar. I forgot. I had heart surgery when I was a kid.”
I stroked the scar slowly. It wasn’t as big as I’d imagine a heart surgery scar should be. “How old?”
“Three months.”
The wind whooshed out of me.
“Is that why your parents are so—”
“Darla,” he said darkly, “I don’t want to talk about my parents right now.” And then he shut me up with a kiss that I could feel all the way down my body, over my hips, and straight to my clit, the feeling enhanced by his arms around me, almost brutal in their claim.
Trevor’s body warmed my back, his erection pressing against the cleft of my ass as Joe took my mouth, his hands in my hair, tongue parting my lips and running along my teeth, my own mouth rough and demanding in response.
Heat along my back disappeared as Trevor pulled away, leaving me to roam through the territory of Joe’s body, my hands playing with his back, a wonder of smooth skin, dimples and honed muscle. The tick of a machine turning on made me flinch, and Joe separated from me, looking for the source of the sound. Trevor had turned on the fan in the room, the air instantly circulating and a low hum drowning out whatever sounds we were about to make as we journeyed together to something completely forbidden.
My shirt came off handily under Joe’s care, my arms lifting as he guided me, any holding back in either of us instantly purged, as if we had to ponder and worry and consider and fret and then—the decision was made and all was gone, a tipping point that led to the immediate release of all doubt. Trevor seemed to have gotten there much earlier, now stripping to the state he’d been when we met, and soon the two men had me right there with them, nude and chilled and hot—all at once.
Joe’s palms made a heated trail down my legs as he hooked his thumbs in my panties and slid down, my feet lifting up and out and leaving all three of us wholly naked.
I was theirs to do with what they pleased. Relinquishing power and control was a relief. Turning my mind off and letting my body guide me gave me new access to a way of being that flowed, like my own juices, making me wet and warm for their patient tutoring in how to forge a sensual encounter shared by more than two. We weren’t seeking fuckbuddies, and this was no typical one night stand, using another person to try something novel and get the hell out an hour later.
No one was being exploited, and while the word love didn’t quite apply, respect did. Same with tender and intimate and explorative.
They were the conquistadors and I was Here there be dragons, breathing fire into their naked souls as their hands wandered mine. The problem—and I do mean the only problem—was that we had no fucking idea what we were doing or how to make love to two people at the same time. Not a one of us. That was obvious; the men seemed as bewildered, turned on, and ready as I was, but we had no road map for this trip.
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8 hours and 18 minutes of pure auditory crazy-hot story, narrated by Andi Arndt (Darla), Tad Branson (Joe), and Sebastian York (Trevor)
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