She’s just a vanilla girl until she finds her perfect toppings…
Megan is slowly falling in love with Adam until he confesses he’s seeing a guy behind her back.
She thinks the relationship has been ruined until the night she indulges in a threesome with the man she loves and Simon, his lover. As much as she enjoys being sandwiched between the two men she’s not sure the arrangement can last.
So Megan has to decide.
Can she come to terms with sharing the man she adores with his male lover or will she have to say goodbye to her soulmate forever?
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“I don’t get it,” I sighed and watched as he undid the top button of his shirt,
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier about Simon? What really hurts is that I thought we might just end up being boyfriend and girlfriend. I’d started to imagine futures where you and I would be a we. I really thought we were exclusive to one another.”
“I know .I’ve got no real excuse or explanation. It never came up, I never thought to mention it and really, it’s not something you can just throw into general chit chat. ‘Oh, by the way, I have a gay lover who thinks your breasts are magnificent, fancy a threesome?’ I didn’t know how to broach the subject and the way I did it probably wasn’t very clever. I was just so relaxed with you. I wanted you to know everything about me.”
I’m not that much of a cold, heartless bitch that I wasn’t moved by that. He’d trusted me enough to tell me the whole truth and I’d blown up in his face.
“I’m going to just be honest with you, Adam,” I said, and took a step towards him. “I would like nothing better than to walk over there right now, to pull you to me and to kiss you and just forget this whole business. I’d love to just go back to the way we were but that isn’t going to happen. I don’t know if I can live with sharing you. I’ve always been a pretty vanilla girl. I have the average fantasies of a straight woman. I dream of meeting a man, falling in love, marrying him and having babies. Not at any point have I thought about sharing a man with someone else. I mean, you were honest with me about fantasies and I have wondered what it would be like to be with two men at the same time but I always thought that was just fantasy. Anyway, what I think I am trying to say is that I want you but I just don’t know how to deal with this situation.”
“Can’t we just give it a go,” he said as he stood up and took a step towards me. “All I am sure of from this conversation is that we both want each other, both regret what has happened and want to go back to how we were. Can’t we just do that and work out the rest as we go along?”
He was so close to me I could have reached out to touch him, but I didn’t. I didn’t know what to do.
“I want to do that, I do but I still don’t know if I can handle being less than your one and only. We could fuck right now and love it but would we just be delaying the inevitable heartbreak? I don’t want that, Adam, I really don’t.”
His fingers brushed at my cheek and ran into my hair. He held my face gently in his hand a moment before he responded. His response was a kiss. At first I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t thinking straight.
I was a little angry at how he’d ignored my question. This sweet impact of lip on lip was exactly what I didn’t want to happen because if I just let my body feel my mind would switch off and the issues would not be settled. Instead of stepping back, pulling away or yelling at him I stood completely still. I froze as my mind whirled and my body begged and I battled with myself over what to do next.
The low, masculine moan that vibrated through to me was my undoing. It was as if the vibrations loosened me and my lips began to respond to the kiss, my arms wrapped around him instinctively and my breasts pressed wantonly against his chest without me even realising what they’d done.
His arms wrapped around and held me tightly as I had longed for them to do all week. He pressed himself into me. I could feel his arousal and sensed his relief. Our twin emotions twined around us and knit us together.
I felt invisible hands pushing me towards him keeping me from pulling away and even though I knew it is all my imagination I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. I wanted Adam and maybe that would be enough.
His hands worked up under my T-Shirt and cupped beneath my lace covered breasts. He squeezed and gasped then broke our kiss for a moment to pull the T-Shirt up and over my head. His lips fell back to my neck as he kissed at the newly exposed flesh, his fingers scrabbled with the clasp at my back. His lips trailed over my collar bone and down to the ‘v’ of my cleavage.
When the clasp gave and his fingers worked to slip away the straps down my arms his mouth feasted on each new inch of tit that was revealed. When he had discarded the bra and was once again cupping my breasts, naked this time, he lifted my nipples to his lips to suck and nibble at them.
By that point I was helpless, I was lost in lust.