Description
A story of sexy firefighters, a mystery partner, and embracing the unknown — literally
The first installment in The Visitor Saga!
Lea’s got a four-alarm fire raging and she knows just who she wants to put it out.
Or does she?
Lea is visiting Atlanta on a job interview, and her best friend’s brother, Sean the firefighter, is happy to give her a place to sleep. But his is the bed she’d rather sleep in.
Or perhaps it’s his roommate Andy’s?
And when a visitor comes to her that night… Well, two sexy men: who is she to be picky if it’s one, or if it’s the other, or…?
(MF, MMF ménage à trois. Bisexuality. Explicit language and scenes of sexuality between consenting adults)
Preview:
When she walked back up the stairs to the apartment a couple of hours later, she had in one hand an enormous bag full of barbecue chicken from the same joint she’d had lunch at, with orders of fried okra and corn bread. In the other hand, she swung a bottle of Maker’s Mark, with which she knocked against the door.
Just like the day before, a muffled voice called out, “C’me in! It’s unlocked.”
“Can’t!” she called back. “Hands full!”
“Hold on,” said a slightly closer voice, and the door swung open, revealing Sean, who was still wearing nothing but low-slung pajama bottoms.
Andy was sitting at the kitchen table, identically dressed.
“Haven’t you guys even gotten dressed all day?” Lea laughed and gave Sean a sound kiss on the lips.
He looked astonished, but Andy scowled.
“None of that!” burbled Lea, dancing into the kitchen and giving him an equally sound smooch. That seemed to cheer him up. “Tonight, we’re celebrating!” She held up the barbecue and the bourbon.
They were happy to go along with this plan, and were soon all stuffed and pleasantly buzzed. Between the warmth, the Southern humidity, the food, and the alcohol, Lea was getting sweaty, but she couldn’t have cared less. She was hoping to get a whole lot sweatier. Now which of you was my mystery man last night? she found herself wondering as she took off her jacket and tossed it in the general direction of the pullout. And am I going to get him to make love to me again, or am I going to try out the other one. Or…
She looked back at the two men, whiskey-wild thoughts bouncing through her head.
They were both staring at her. Both licking their lips.
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