Three of Hearts Anthology Edited by Kristina Wright #Excerpt
Today we have an Erotic Romance anthology to share with you all. Menage readers will want to check out this hot little number.
Three’s company? No, three’s a charm! Three of Hearts features sexy trios who are not just falling into bed, they’re falling (or have already fallen) in love. These stories explore the threesome dynamic emotionally as well as sexually. Whether it’s a couple introducing a third person to their relationship for just one night of fun or for a lifetime commitment, or a woman torn between two lovers who decides not to choose, the focus of this collection of sexy stories is entirely on female pleasure.
The campsite was empty except for one other tent at the far side. It was late in the season. Summer was over and the evenings were turning cool. The idea that the three of us would be practically alone for the weekend should’ve been exciting, but I just couldn’t shake this bad mood. The guys put up the tent while I stomped off to the communal bathroom and shower. It would serve them right, I mused, if I just said no to sex all weekend. Then what would they do?
It wasn’t likely, though. My sex drive had always been off the charts and even angry I was likely to jump either one of them if the occasion arose. The only answer was to clear the air. I got back to our campsite and helped them finish unloading the Jeep. By the time we were done, it was growing dark. Eric was busy building a campfire when I nudged Joe.
“I need to talk to you. Privately.”
The guys exchanged a look and Joe shrugged. “Okay.”
I expected him to walk away from the campfire, but instead he ducked into the tent. I let out a sigh and followed him.
“This is hardly private,” I mumbled, flopping down on our scrunched-together sleeping bags. “He can hear every word.”
“No I can’t,” Eric called.
I stared at Joe. “Seriously? You want to do this here?”
“I didn’t want to do anything. You did. You’ve been acting strange since we left, but this was your idea. So what’s up?”
He said it gently, almost with some sense of understanding of how I was feeling, which wasn’t surprising. Joe knew me better than anyone, and Eric was a close second. So what was up with me?
I shook my head. “Nerves, I guess. Just nerves. Sorry.”
He nodded. “That’s what I figured. There’s nothing to be nervous about, though. It’s supposed to be fun. If it works, great. If not, we’re all still friends and everything stays the same.”
“You didn’t sound so confident in the Jeep,” I muttered, but I nodded. “Okay. You’re right.”
“Confident?” A look of realization crossed his face. “Oh— you heard us.”
I nodded, half launching myself into his lap before another case of nerves took over. “It doesn’t matter. What you just said makes complete sense. Nothing changes because of this weekend. It’s supposed to be fun. It will be fun.”
He started to speak, but I kissed him. This was my comfort zone, kissing Joe. Sitting on Joe’s lap in our cozy tent, making out and feeling his erection swell under my bottom. This was what I wanted. Needed. We kissed for several long minutes, his arms around me, the sound of the fire crackling outside the tent.
Outside the tent. I remembered Eric.
“Would you like to join us?” I called, knowing he had to realize what was going on inside the tent.
The tent flat opened and he pushed past Joe’s broad shoulders. “I thought you’d never ask. I was just going to make a postcoital dinner for the two of you and hope for the best in the morning.”
We all laughed at that and I remembered what had attracted me to Eric in the first place—he had a way of soothing me with humor, putting things in perspective. I had no doubt that he would, in fact, have stayed outside and made dinner no matter what Joe and I did in the tent. He wouldn’t get angry, he wouldn’t pressure me. He’d wait until I was ready for whatever and then he’d be up for it. So would Joe. And I hadn’t had to coerce either of them here. This was a group decision, a three-way choice. My guys and me.
I started unbuttoning my flannel shirt while Joe nibbled at my neck. I felt Eric’s hands on my shoulders, kneading the tense muscles there. He had great hands, as soothing as his voice. With my shirt unbuttoned, I melted into Joe and Eric pulled my shirt off. Without my telling him, he released the clasp of my bra and pulled it from between Joe and me. Now I was topless against Joe, who was rock hard and devouring the upper swell of my breasts with his lips and tongue. It was the most basic of foreplay, but Eric’s presence made it as sexy as if we were already going at it. The dull throb between my legs made me anxious to get the rest of my clothes off. Whatever hesitations and doubts I’d had before were gone now. Joe’s familiar smell mingled with Eric’s for an intoxicating combination that had me creaming my panties.
I shifted off Joe and practically fell into Eric’s arms. “Help me with my jeans?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, the zipper loud in the quiet tent.
I got my boots off, then wiggled out of my jeans and panties, conscious of both of them watching me. Silent, stoic, unmoving—but I could feel the sexual tension like a presence, rubbing against my naked skin the same way Eric was rubbing my thigh and Joe was stroking my breast.
“Your turn,” I said, not specifying which.
Slowly, they undressed on either side of me. I’d thought this part would be weird, as neither of them had shown any bisexual interests, but it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. After some maneuvering to accommodate their long legs, they were as naked as I was and our skin rubbed in interesting ways that only fueled my desire.
I climbed on Joe’s lap again, anxious to make sure my husband knew he came first, always. He settled his hands on my waist as I lowered myself on him. I reached down to guide his cock into me, wetter than I think I’ve ever been. The sound of him sliding into my wetness was erotic as hell and Eric must have thought so, too, because I heard his groan, as if it was his cock instead of Joe’s.
- “Three for the Road” Kristina Wright
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