I can’t lie. I was nervous. Big time nervous. Two men? All those hands? What if things didn’t fit? What if limbs got tangled? What if I did it wrong??

But, after months of pestering and pestering I finally said yes. Okay, I’d do it. I’d write a menage.

Hee hee hee.

My editor, Heidi Moore, had been asking me to write one for quite a while, but up until that point I was mainly a paranormal/sci-fi writer with only two people involved in the actual sex part. But Heidi dared me and I’m afraid I’ve yet to turn down a dare. So I opened my laptop and wrote the first thing that came to my head…

Joseph Hudson tossed his snowboard aside, threw his goggles over his shoulder and swung a fist at his best mate.

In that very moment, I knew who my two lucky heroes were going to be: Joseph Hudson and Rob Thorton. Two sexy, Aussie businessmen; one who is all work and no play and one who lives life on the edge. Once I knew who they were, their heroine, the woman who sweeps them both off their feet, instantly made herself known to me:

Jenny McCarthy lowered her binoculars and shook her head. Australians. What were they thinking?

So for my very first m/f/m erotic romance, I’d put two Aussie best friends and an American ranger in a snowed-in cabin high in the Rocky Mountains. Three people who were going to spend quite a bit of time naked, in sub-zero tempatures. How the hell was I goig to keep them warm?

This way…

“How bout we help you with your clothing?”

Rob’s murmur tickled her ear and she started, more than a little stunned to discover he’d somehow moved to stand behind her without her even noticing.

Too busy staring at Joseph?

Warm hands smoothed up her back, over her shoulders. His fingers slid up the sensitive column of her neck, brushing at her nape before skimming back down to the neckline of her jacket. There was a slight tug and before she knew it, her jacket slipped from her body, falling to her feet in a crumpled heap of fluro-magenta.

She watched Joseph watching her, his nostrils flaring again, the muscles in his jaw bunched.

I want him to kiss me.

Rob’s hands travelled her shoulders, barely touching her. The slight caress of his palms on her arms through the thin material of her thermal sent a shiver up her spine and she pulled in a shaky breath, her nipples once again hard. Oh, God.

“C’mon, Joe,” Rob spoke against her neck, his lips warm on her flushed skin. “Don’t make me say it.”

Say what, Jenny wanted to ask, but she couldn’t. The way Rob’s hands moved over her shoulders, her arms, down to her palms and back up to her shoulders again seemed to have stolen her words, a gentle caress that somehow still spoke of urgency.

Joseph swallowed, once, twice, his Adams apple working up and down his throat. And then he was standing right in front of her, so close she could feel his body heat seep into her. “You don’t have to, mate,” he said, holding her gaze with his honey-brown eyes. “Not at all.”

He lowered his head, brushing his lips over hers in a kiss that sang of such sweet hesitation her heart stopped for a still moment. Only to burst into fevered flight when he snaked his arms around her waist and yanked her against his body with a growl, his mouth crushing hers.

His tongue plunged past her lips, mating with hers. Battling it with possessive hunger.

So, there is an Australian battle after all. And I’m a part of it.

The surreal, absurd thought wafted through Jenny’s head and she whimpered, curling her arms around Joseph’s neck to press her hips to his. His cock rammed against the flat plane of her belly, a rigid stiff pole not even remotely hidden by the bulk of his snow pants. Its size and width made her head swim, or perhaps that was the feel of Rob’s hands working their way down her waist to the band of own trousers.

“You have a fucking hot body,” he told her, his fingers working their way between her and Joseph until they dipped below the elastic band of her pants. “I saw it last night in the bar. Its lush curves and firm strength revealed by the tight jeans you wore.” He slipped his fingers closer to the mound of her sex, his other hand holding her hip as he pressed his groin to her ass. “The tighter t-shirt.”

Rob pushed his hips forward, his erection—as long and as impressive as Joseph’s—nudging the crevice of her ass cheeks through her snow pants. “Still,” he whispered against her ear, lips nipping her earlobe as he did so, “I think I’d like to see more of it.”

With a gentle but insistent tug, he pulled her back to his hips, his fingers moving to her waistband. Inching it down over her hips. Her thighs. “Oh, yes. I knew you would look like this.”

Joseph broke the kiss, stepping away from her a step to stare at what his friend had revealed. “Jesus Christ,” he said, the words choked. “So did I.”

And this way…

Errr….this bit’s kinda naughty. Just a warning 😉

“I wanted you the second I saw you,” he said, pushing his hips forward into Jenny’s teasing fingers.

“The feeling’s entirely mutual.”

Her whispered confession stabbed into him. At the exact moment she stopped teasing his dick and took his erection in her hand. Raw pleasure washed through his whole body. He shuddered, his balls swelling, his sphincter contracting.

“Fuck a duck, Jenny,” he ground out. “If you squeeze that too hard, I’m going to come.”

She grinned at him, the sides of her mouth curling. “Do you have something else planned?”

He grinned back. “Yes, actually.”

Without preamble, he snared the hemline of her thermal shirt and yanked it up over her head.

“Oh, Hudo,” Rob laughed behind him, “I knew you’d be good at this.”

He let his gaze roam over Jenny’s newly exposed torso, both infuriated and aroused by the silky sheen of her black bra concealing her breasts. He reached out his hand and traced one fingertip along the ribbon-edged cup of her left breast. “I’ve always been one to rise to the challenge.”

Jenny moaned slightly, her skin rippling at the barely-touching contact of his finger. She stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, her hands resting in loose fists beside her head.

“That you have been, my friend,” Rob agreed. “And one for making bad puns. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a sweet, hot, tight and very wet pussy to eat.”

Joseph’s ass tightened again on Rob’s dirty proclamation. He hooked his fingers under the edge of Jenny’s bra, holding her gaze with his. “Bon appétit.”

He saw Rob move from the corner of his eye, knowing by Jenny’s sudden intake of breath exactly when his friend’s tongue touched her folds. “Oh.” The single word fell from her on a shaky breath and she arched her back, her knees bending as she placed her feet on Rob’s shoulders. “Yes.”

Joseph swallowed, his heart thumping. Hot lust surged through him and he tugged on the edge of her bra, working the soft cup to the side. Pulling it from her breast until her nipple popped free.

It was perfect. A beautiful dusky pink, round and pebbled and just waiting to be sucked. By him.

He lowered his head, taking the puckered tip in his mouth.

I wrote Triple Dare in 10 days. Once I started, I discovered I just couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. Oh man, was it fun. I was having fun. Writing a menage was FUN! And wicked. And delicious. And naughty. And oh so very sexy.

More came after. Blowing it Off, Tropical Sin, Sunset Heat and Compliance (in the Down and Dirty box set). And all were just as fun to write. Just as sexy. But Triple Dare will, I think, always be my favourite. Your first usually is, right?

What was your first m/f/m menage? Come on, share 🙂

Oh by the way, Sami, Jess and Rhian are sharing their first m/f/m book during the week as well.

 

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