Free ROMANCE: Party of Three: A Lustful Collection of Menage Romance (Menage Romance, Bisexual Romance, Stepbrother Romance) by Brittanee Farrow Page A
Authors: Brittanee Farrow
face, I just knew it, and his hands – his large hands – would encircle my waist. He’d be cold from the water, it’d send shivers all throughout my body. He’d pull me closer to him until his cock was digging into my stomach.
He’d lift me up easily – I wasn’t exactly light, but he looked strong enough, more than strong enough – and I’d wrap my legs around his waist.
I finally ran a finger down the centre of my cotton panties, teasing myself. I could imagine how he’d feel against me, big hands gripping my ass as he pushes me against a tree or a big rock or something. He’d grind that hot hard cock against me, and I’d whimper a little like how I was whimpering now, rubbing roughly against my clit.
“ Sam .”
Maybe he’d trail kisses a long my neck and down my chest, take a nipple into his mouth, use a little bit of teeth until I was begging for it. I couldn’t keep teasing myself so I shoved a hand under my panties and pinched a nipple lightly as I imagined it was him doing it.
I pushed two fingers inside myself without preamble. I’d been wet for the man since I got into his truck. Arousal had been thrumming under my skin and was coming to a head as moved my fingers inside of myself.
I shouted out his name as I came to the thought of his cock pushing up inside of me until I stretched to fit him.
Wicked Games
I woke up at 10 the next day, well rested and very much in the vacation mood. Part of me wished that I’d dreamt of Sam the night before, but I couldn’t complain about a completely dreamless sleep with no alarms and no concrete plans and things to get done.
My stomach grumbled loudly and realised I did have one plan to get to, and that was food. Unfortunately for me the kitchenette didn’t come stocked with food, so a little 20-minute trip to the store was in order. Or it would be if I had a car .
I got out of bed with the intention of calling Sam to ask for a lift. He was a nice enough guy, and maybe I could make my fantasies a reality if I tried hard enough. He didn’t look like he’d object too much at least.
I’d left all my stuff in the lounge area of the cottage in my desperation to just lie down and sleep. I walked over there now, scrounging around my handbag until my hand found my phone. I grabbed Sam’s business card as well and began dialling the number whilst I wandered through the cottage.
“Sam’s Auto, how can I help you?”
I let out a little huff of a breath. It figures that his phone voice would be just as sexy as his normal voice. Damn him.
“Yeah, hi Sam. It’s Laura, from yesterday?”
It took him a moment to respond; he seemed to be doing something else on the other side. I heard the sound of a door closing, and when he spoke again his voice seemed even more gravelly than usual.
“Sorry about that – had to get to the office. So, what’s up Laura? You don’t need some more rescuing already do you?”
I could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. He was a cocky country boy, for sure. But still, he was one I wanted to see naked, so I couldn’t really complain, could I?
“Yes and no,” I started, thinking about all the ways he could rescue me. “I was actually wondering if you could give a damsel a lift into town? This cottage didn’t come fitted with edible food, and I know that that B&B has some stellar breakfasts.”
“Well it does, but it stops serving breakfast after 10, and right now it’s 12,” he was laughing at me now, and when I moved my phone from my ear to look at it I saw that it was, in fact, 12:04 in the afternoon. Oh god. “You’re a pretty heavy sleeper. I brought your car over this morning, but I didn’t want to wake you up. You should really remember to lock your door at night though.”
At least the little hint of concern I heard in his voice eased the humiliation slightly. God, I was so ditzy. Well, I was on vacation; I couldn’t be blamed for moments of idiocy.
“Oh. Well. Okay. Thanks for that, I
He’d lift me up easily – I wasn’t exactly light, but he looked strong enough, more than strong enough – and I’d wrap my legs around his waist.
I finally ran a finger down the centre of my cotton panties, teasing myself. I could imagine how he’d feel against me, big hands gripping my ass as he pushes me against a tree or a big rock or something. He’d grind that hot hard cock against me, and I’d whimper a little like how I was whimpering now, rubbing roughly against my clit.
“ Sam .”
Maybe he’d trail kisses a long my neck and down my chest, take a nipple into his mouth, use a little bit of teeth until I was begging for it. I couldn’t keep teasing myself so I shoved a hand under my panties and pinched a nipple lightly as I imagined it was him doing it.
I pushed two fingers inside myself without preamble. I’d been wet for the man since I got into his truck. Arousal had been thrumming under my skin and was coming to a head as moved my fingers inside of myself.
I shouted out his name as I came to the thought of his cock pushing up inside of me until I stretched to fit him.
Wicked Games
I woke up at 10 the next day, well rested and very much in the vacation mood. Part of me wished that I’d dreamt of Sam the night before, but I couldn’t complain about a completely dreamless sleep with no alarms and no concrete plans and things to get done.
My stomach grumbled loudly and realised I did have one plan to get to, and that was food. Unfortunately for me the kitchenette didn’t come stocked with food, so a little 20-minute trip to the store was in order. Or it would be if I had a car .
I got out of bed with the intention of calling Sam to ask for a lift. He was a nice enough guy, and maybe I could make my fantasies a reality if I tried hard enough. He didn’t look like he’d object too much at least.
I’d left all my stuff in the lounge area of the cottage in my desperation to just lie down and sleep. I walked over there now, scrounging around my handbag until my hand found my phone. I grabbed Sam’s business card as well and began dialling the number whilst I wandered through the cottage.
“Sam’s Auto, how can I help you?”
I let out a little huff of a breath. It figures that his phone voice would be just as sexy as his normal voice. Damn him.
“Yeah, hi Sam. It’s Laura, from yesterday?”
It took him a moment to respond; he seemed to be doing something else on the other side. I heard the sound of a door closing, and when he spoke again his voice seemed even more gravelly than usual.
“Sorry about that – had to get to the office. So, what’s up Laura? You don’t need some more rescuing already do you?”
I could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. He was a cocky country boy, for sure. But still, he was one I wanted to see naked, so I couldn’t really complain, could I?
“Yes and no,” I started, thinking about all the ways he could rescue me. “I was actually wondering if you could give a damsel a lift into town? This cottage didn’t come fitted with edible food, and I know that that B&B has some stellar breakfasts.”
“Well it does, but it stops serving breakfast after 10, and right now it’s 12,” he was laughing at me now, and when I moved my phone from my ear to look at it I saw that it was, in fact, 12:04 in the afternoon. Oh god. “You’re a pretty heavy sleeper. I brought your car over this morning, but I didn’t want to wake you up. You should really remember to lock your door at night though.”
At least the little hint of concern I heard in his voice eased the humiliation slightly. God, I was so ditzy. Well, I was on vacation; I couldn’t be blamed for moments of idiocy.
“Oh. Well. Okay. Thanks for that, I
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