About Calla’s Summer Fantasy
Calla Lansky needed help at playing the field.
She scheduled two dates for the same night at her favorite seafood restaurant and she owed her shocked boyfriends an explanation. To her surprise, Nathan Risley and Sam Tomlin handled the awkward situation like pros and happily agreed to her ultimate fantasy: a ménage à trois.
After the hottest night of her life, Calla faced the ultimate decision.
Should she commit to the one man who secretly loved her all along or keep her options open and indulge in her summer fantasy again and again?
Air lodged in her throat. Nathan and Sam stood buck-ass naked in the middle of the large patio with a few quilts, an electric heating blanket and two overstuffed pillows spread out as though they intended to screw and sleep under the stars. Her gaze followed the cord of the blanket to an outlet on the outside wall. A large, round thermostat read sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. Over a dozen various shaped candles burned on the guardrails and emitted enough heat to keep back the chill. Thousands of stars twinkled in the clear night sky. The sand shimmered like a vast sea of diamonds under the silver moonlight and waves crashed at high-tide. The salty sea air wrapped around her but she felt warm and safe.
“Wow. I didn’t expect this.” She clasped her hands over her mouth to stifle a giggle. “I’m impressed.”
“Well, this is my first threesome. Nathan’s too, so he said, and we know it’s yours. We’re bound to get rowdy like animals so we should make the experience as romantic as possible.” Sam shrugged his broad shoulders. “It was Nathan’s idea.” He swiped his arm as though to urge her closer.
You can do this. Just take charge and tease the hell out of them.
She licked her lips. Sam’s hard erection protruded from a patch of dark red hair and he fisted the organ as though he couldn’t wait for her to touch him. Always a lover, not a fighter, his balls drew tight to his body and his muscled legs reminded her of tree trunks. His pecs twitched. Her blood sizzled. She normally couldn’t resist Sam when he wiggled his pectoral muscles and his chest danced for her but she didn’t know whom to seduce first.
Sam or Nathan?
She didn’t want to offend either of them.
Nathan crooked his finger at her and Calla desperately wanted to obey. His rigid cock stood straight and proud, his thick girth surpassed Sam’s—though Sam’s length exceeded Nathan’s by half an inch—and she always salivated over the rugged, discolored scar above Nathan’s left nipple. The sexy bad-boy-turned-good acted out back in high school and a few rednecks cornered him and two of his friends in a back alley. Someone sliced his chest with a knife but he and his friends fought off their attackers and escaped the area before the cops arrived. Nathan cleaned up his life after that but he still acted like a forceful, wild man in bed.
Calla couldn’t decide which passionate, rock-hard hunk satisfied her body more.
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