Free Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury

number up to her while she turned all shades of red. “Look. I’m not even going to insult your insecure heart by guessing which size, but this would look awesome on you. Show off all your assets, so to speak.”
    “Yeah,” agreed Chase. “That item binds the waist real tight with steel boning while leaving your juicy breasts exposed. This is a hot corset. Gives you that hourglass figure.”
    Lacey took the corset, looking at the men with trepidation. She held it out and examined it thoughtfully, then exchanged it for another size on the rack—Devin didn’t look, or want to know, which size. When she started strolling impudently to the dressing room, Devin couldn’t resist grabbing her and planting a surprise kiss on her. It was time, anyway, to test Chase’s claim that he’d be okay seeing Devin touch someone else.
    She resisted at first, probably shocked. But she soon melted into the kiss, letting the leather corset slide from her fingers and drop to the floor while she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck. Her lips parted and this time it was she who slipped her tongue into his mouth first.
    It did feel odd, kissing someone else while Chase watched. Devin’s fingers found the chopstick she was using to bind her bun to the crown of her head, and pulled. He tossed the stick to the floor and sank his fingers into her strawberry-blonde locks, slithering through them like a hundred satin cords.
    When she plastered her body to his torso, his prick was up like a hammer. What a dog . Chase can tell a mile away that I’m hard. I could at least pretend I don’t want to mount this woman like a stag. Since he wore only a thin V-neck T-shirt, he could acutely feel her breasts press against him urgently. She ran one hand down his arm to grip his bicep as though admiring his bulging muscles, and Devin puffed up with more than pride. It had been so long since he’d had an admiring woman clinging to him, sighing into his mouth.
    Her soft, voluptuous curves stirred feelings in Devin he had thought long dead. He had purposefully shunned women for two years, tired of their games, betrayals, manipulations. Selina had only been the most recent in a long line of betrayals, and Devin had just given up the ghost. He didn’t care what Chase claimed. Apparently, being a good-looking son of a bitch didn’t guarantee a woman’s faithfulness. Being a kind, generous, understanding, funny son of a bitch didn’t guarantee a damned thing. Women were fickle, and that was that.
    And now here he was, sinking his fingers through the soft locks of a new woman. Except this time, Chase was watching. And, Devin hoped, approving.
    When Lacey lifted a foot and began to slide it up Devin’s calf, moving her pubic bone against his crotch, Devin gasped and broke the kiss. He held her head back with a handful of her hair, and he explained breathlessly, “We’d like to mold you, to train you.”
    Her impish little smile was adorable. “Train me to do what? I can’t decide which of you muscular he-men is the man in this partnership.”
    “We’re both the man,” Chase was quick to assure her. “There’s no wife or effeminate one.”
    “Right,” said Devin. “Our balance of power is more in who assumes the top, or dominant, position.”
    Lacey’s foot slowly slid down Devin’s calf as she pulled back to appraise both of them. Devin was mortified that Lacey had given him a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, and Chase cast him a meaningful look. Devin scowled back. “All right. I’ll bite. Chase is the top.”
    Both men burst into a round of disbelieving laughter. Devin slapped Chase on the back with glee and even got him in a headlock just to show Lacey how wrong she was. Lacey slapped her own forehead and squealed with surprise.
    But after a while, Devin began to wonder. “Hey,” he said, now caressing Chase’s head that was still locked in the crook of his arm. “Why wouldn’t you assume I was the dom? I’m older, after