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When three become two with no explanation, emotions run high, passions flare and hearts are ripped apart.
Everyone can remember a perfect summer—one with endless blue skies, a heart brimming with true love and nights full of hot, sweaty lust. Well, we’ve just had a summer like that, Piper and I, and it was spent in Spain with a man who had that certain je ne sais quoi that we couldn’t resist.
Seraphim came into our lives and blinded us with his beauty, his charisma and his exotic charm. His generosity with his mind, his affection and his body blew us away and the three of us became a joyously tangled trio who needed nothing more than to be together.
So when he left, when we had no way of tracing him, the despair was black, the pain raw and our only comfort was each other. But why did Sera leave? What would make a man walk away from his lovers? And if he showed up again on the doorstep, what the hell would happen after so much angst? One thing’s for sure, it would be an explosive reunion in many ways. Absence might make the heart grow fonder, but it can make the rest of the body highly volatile as need wars with hurt, and pain collides with desire.
Reader Advisory: This book contains M/M and M/F scenes.
Eventually they wandered up the wooden steps to their two-bedroom mobile home. They’d never slept in the second bedroom, it was just used for storage, but it meant the living area was clear for lounging. Plus they had a nice bit of decking with a BBQ that had been well used during the summer.
Flynn flung open a few windows to let the heat of the day out then pulled the guitar from his back.
Piper switched on the shower then proceeded to strip off her clothes.
He sat and watched, absently tuning and strumming, admiring the sway of her breasts and the way her limbs moved like fluid. Even hot and tired she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.
“Play while I shower,” she said, curling her hair onto the top of her head and securing it with a pin.
“Anything you wish, my lady.”
She disappeared into the small bathroom.
Flynn listened as the sound of the water became interrupted by her body then he started a lilting melody he knew she adored. The music flowed from his fingertips, the words rolled from his mouth in one long sound. His breathing steadied and his bones relaxed within his skin.
The song was about happy times. Lovers who’d smiled then left. How goodbye was the hardest word.
Halfway through he stopped. A knot of determination twisted his gut. He had to snap out of this and be thankful for the love he had. The woman who made his life the one he wanted to live.
He set down his guitar then quickly shucked off his shorts. He stood in the tiny bathroom and watched Piper holding her face to the stream of water. Her hair was flattened and hung like a long, thin snake down her back. Her breasts jutted upward and her small strip of pubic hair was pressed to her flesh.
He pulled off his T-shirt.
His cock was hard, his heart beating fast. It was time to say goodbye to Sera, for today at least, and claim his woman.
He squeezed into the shower cubicle and circled her with his arms.
“Flynn,” she said, tensing a little. “I was listening to that. Why’d you stop?”
“Enough listening.” He nibbled her earlobe. “Time to start doing.”
She spun in his arms and pressed close. Her skin was like wet silk, her arms a slender vise as they wound around him. “Okay, so where do you want to start?” Her voice held a tone of humor.
“Right here.” He slipped down to his knees. His butt touched the cool, steamy wall and he was aware of Piper also pressing against the edge of the tiny cubicle. “Open up,” he said, his mouth against her belly as he pressed his palms to her inner thighs. “Let me in.”
She did as he’d asked, widening her stance.
He could see the delicate folds of her pussy, the crease of her lips and the trickle of the water over her mound. He adored tasting her, making her come on his tongue, and it was what he wanted to do right now.
“Flynn,” she gasped, threading her fingers into his hair. “Oh God, yes, please.”
“Are you begging for it?” he asked and glanced upward.
“If that’s what it takes.” She grinned sinfully and tilted her hips.
He’d have taken his tongue to her whether she’d begged or not, but it was nice to know she wanted it as much as he did. He cupped her ass and speared into the crack of her lips, arrowing through sweet skin and onto her clit.
“Oh yeah,” she said on a moan, her knees giving a little.
He flicked some more, using the flat of his tongue against her sensitive bud. He knew how to make her come in a minute or two like this but he hadn’t yet decided whether to or not. Maybe he’d just get her desperate for it with a fast oral session then toss her onto the bed and feel her come around his cock. God, he loved that, when she was hot and wet, gripping him, spasming around him.
He released her ass and sought her entrance, pushed two fingers in, rejoicing in the tight sweetness that hugged him.
“Flynn…oh, fuck…I’m going to…” She hooked one leg over his shoulder.
No, you’re not.
He continued to work her up but lightened the touch of his tongue. He wanted to keep her hovering.
She ground against him and tugged his hair. Her body was hot, writhing, frantic almost. On and on he teased and pleased. Her juices mixed with the water and the scent of soap swirled around them.
“Ah, fucking hell, Flynn, don’t tease…” She pressed her heel to his back and sank her buttocks onto his cupped hand. “Let me come.”
He would in a minute. But right now he was enjoying the fact that only this miniscule cubicle, the water and his tongue existed for her.