About Asher and the Threesome

by Zoe Nichols
17 pages / 7500 words
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Asher is furious when Derek suggests they need to spice up their love life. He thinks he ought to be plenty enough for his hunky lover as is. But when Derek brings hot bartender Dean home with him after work, Asher starts to have second thoughts. Maybe adding a little extra to their bedroom antics wouldn't be so bad, especially as amazing as Derek and Dean are together. Will Asher give in and give Derek something new and different?

Sample

I was nearly asleep in the mass of crumpled sheets when Derek, his hand riding the line of my bare butt, said, “I want to try something different.”

Different? I rolled over and blinked at him, trying to get my liquefied brain cells to solidify again. “What’s ‘different’?” I asked. “Do you mean sex?”

He nodded, a sweaty curl of blond hair falling on his forehead. I immediately took offense. “Are you saying the sex is bad? I’d like to know who the hell you were fucking then because my ass says you loved the last hour and a half,” I snapped and scrambled to get out of bed, fully intending to stomp out. Derek, the long-armed bastard, grabbed me by an ass cheek and pulled me backward.

“Calm down. That’s not what I meant at all, princess.” Derek smirked as he said it and I wanted to hit him. I even made a small fist to do it, but he cocked an eyebrow, warning me silently. I subsided in a huff and he stroked the captured cheek lazily as if petting a dog. If it weren’t for the fact it sent chills of pleasure running up my spine, I would have protested. Instead, I sulked.

“Okay, I’m calm. Now what the hell do you mean ‘different sex’?” I demanded, pushing against his hand involuntarily, my breath shortening. Bastard knew how sensitive my ass was right now. He’d been harder with me than usual, pounding me into the mattress until I’d feared, at least once, that he was going to drill me through it. Amazingly enough, the violent pace had brought me off a delicious three times. I was still dazed, which was my only excuse for even listening to him.

“We did it somewhere other than home last week,” he drawled, reminding me immediately of the elevator.