The Visitor by K. D. West

Author:K. D. West
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: two men and a woman, m/m/f, Erotic Romance, oral sex, m/f, stranger sex, ust, sexual tension, threesome romance, Erotica, bisexual sex, ménage à trois, group sex, threesome, rst, fmm, mmf, friend sex, straight sex, f/m/m, bisexuality, m/f/m, f/m
ISBN: 9781310852343
Publisher: Stillpoint/Eros
Published: 2013-05-10T16:00:00+00:00

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When Lea’s phone started crowing at her to wake up and greet the bright new day while the sky was still dark — while it was still the middle of the night back on the West Coast — she slapped at it with a groan. Fucking…

Fucking.

Thunder. And a mouth on my foot. And a nose against my asshole. And a cock screwing me into the pillow. Fingers like feathers of fire. A slow, full-body fuck for the ages.

Fucking…

Must have been a dream, right?

Lea shifted, trying to shake the cobwebs from her brain, and her body screamed at her that it had been no dream. She was sore from knees to nose, but it was a fabulous sore, not like anything she’d ever endured after a run or a yoga class.

Trying to sort out just what had happened from the swirling mass of over-amped sensory impressions, Lea rolled (somewhat tenderly) to the side of the pull-out mattress. Amazing you’re still standing. She patted the sofa-sleeper on the arm-rest. Well done!

Grabbing toiletries and her bathrobe, she made her way to the bathroom.

Which was right between the two firemen’s bedrooms.

Which one was it? She couldn’t decide whether she wanted her phantom lover to have been the man she’d had a crush on since she was nineteen or the stranger she’d just met.

Either way, they were both snoring, clearly sound asleep.

One of them had truly earned it, that was for sure.

Smiling — still moving gingerly — she went into the bathroom, closed the door somewhat regretfully, and took a long, hot shower that almost returned her body to her.

When she wrapped herself in her robe and stepped out of the steamy bathroom, she was greeted by two very solemn looking, bare-chested boys.

“Morning, Miss Lea,” Andy said, while Sean simply turned “Lea” into an eight-syllable twelve-bar-blues of a mumble.

“Good morning, gentlemen!” she chirped, thinking, One of you was the best fuck I have ever had in my life, and I have no idea which of you it was.

“What do y’all want for breakfast?” mumbled Andy.

Sean muttered back, “You made supper, Andy. I’ll take care of this one.”

Each of them had his eyes on her, but even so, both of them seemed more aware of each other than of her.

Oh, god, she groaned inwardly, they’re both trying to mark their territory. And while the idea held a certain amount of abstract fascination, she had absolutely no interest in being fought over or peed on. “It seems to me, gentlemen,” she said, aiming for sweet-and-unassailable, “that it’s your day off, and you’ve already provided me with a lovely meal and a lovely bed.” She looked to see if either of them took that any way but literally, but their expressions remained stony. “It would be my pleasure to cook breakfast. Y’all go sit, and I’ll cook.”

When they tried to object, she reached out and grabbed each by the chest hair, twisting just enough to get their attention.

Their eyes bugged out and their jaws dropped, but they consented to sit together at the table.

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