THREESOME BONDS
Threesome Series Book 3
Sienna Matthews
THREESOME BONDS
Copyright 2016 Sienna Matthews
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This ebook is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
About the Author
Sienna Matthews writes delicious erotic romance. She goes wherever the muse calls. Check out her stories which are no holds barred sinful and seductive and where anything can happen. Visit her blog at: https://siennamatthews.wordpress.com/
Author email: [email protected]
About the Book
What happens after Lynne Morrison's passionate elevator interlude with hunky twins Mark and Ash Thompson? Well, they realize it isn't enough so they had to try out the bedroom and the kitchen table and the wall…er, you get the picture. When Lynne finds herself unexpectedly pregnant, she faces a serious dilemma: she doesn't know who the father is! When Mark finds out, will this derail their growing relationship?
Meanwhile, her best friend Cara Wilson, aka Hot Blonde, isn't feeling so hot. In a relationship with lovers Kyle Lockwood and Max Brannigan, she comes home early one day and stumbles upon Kyle secretly proposing to Max. Her world shatters. Amidst her heartbreak, she decides to take the biggest gamble of her life, even if it means losing the thing Kyle cherishes the most…
Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, male/male sexual acts, anal sex and ménage a trois (m/f/m and m/m/f).
Titles by the Author
Series: Threesome
Book 1: Threesome Interlude
Book 2: Threesome Play
Book 3: Threesome Bonds
Book 4: Threesome Heat - coming 2017
Series: Men of Fortune
Book 1: Derek
Series: Once Upon a Naughty Time
Book 1: Playing Scarlet
Standalone Titles:
Wedding Party of Three
Secret of the Wolf
Contents
About the Author
About the Book
Titles by the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Chapter One
CARA, KYLE AND MAX
The pencil scratched furiously across paper, not stopping even when the cell phone, resting on the table beside it, emitted a loud, familiar tune. The sound stopped, then played again, just as bold and insistent.
Cara Wilson picked it up, distracted, as she continued scribbling out notes and ideas for refining her dissertation. "’Lo?" she mumbled.
"Hey, what’s up?" Her best friend Lynne Morrison’s cheerful voice came over the line.
"Busy."
"Not your paper again," Lynne said in a dismayed, sing-song voice.
"Yup."
"Take a break," Lynne demanded.
"Can’t." There, just one more thing she needed to get down on paper. She had to, or she’d forget to ask her doctoral advisor about it when next they meet.
"Do you know how long we haven’t spoken? One whole month! That’s a travesty, considering we catch up almost everyday--"
"Which has been dialed down to once a week since you met Mark and Ash Thompson."
"That’s true," Lynne said sheepishly.
"And it's more than that. Five weeks, if I'm not mistaken."
"You should know, you math wizard."
Cara huffed a laugh, the sound doing good for her frazzled soul. Maybe Lynne’s call came at just the right time. Maybe she ought to give her tired eyes a break and refresh herself by chatting a bit with her best friend. She did feel somewhat guilty about keeping everyone--especially her boyfriends--at arms’ length during this hectic time.
"How's the boyfriend?" Cara closed her eyes and tipped her head back. Ah, she already felt much better. This was a good idea. She surely could take five minutes.
"Busy," Lynne said, "but Mark and I try to make time for us every night, even one hour is good. We’re discovering that building a relationship requires effort and compromise, give and take…"
Okay, maybe that was a wrong question to ask. Instead of hearing juicy details about Lynne’s threesome with her guy and his brother, Cara was treated to Lynne’s discoveries about relationships that also struck a chord with her.
Because she had been neglecting her boyfriends in favor of her doctoral thesis. She’d realized that recently and had been feeling guilty about it since then, but what could she do? Her deadline for submission was coming up--in five weeks, but was she panicking? Was she panicking? No, no, of course not--and afterwards, there was the defense to prepare for. She’d comforted herself with the knowledge that Kyle and Max had each other. She also tried to join them, as much as she could during the past two weeks, for dinner, but then afterwards, she'd escaped to her study to continue working. Was it enough? Was she not doing her part in this triad? Would they get tired of her absence and leave her?
The doubts assailed her, and as usual, she pushed them aside. She didn’t have time for them.
Lynne was starting to lecture, and Cara didn’t want to hear it, so she asked, "How about Ash? He still continues to join your bed?"
Ash was Mark’s brother, and the two of them shared a close bond, enough that Mark found it fulfilling to share his woman with his brother. Or so Lynne said.
"About once a week," Lynne confirmed. She giggled. "Much as I love Mark, those threesomes are something else--"
"No details, please!" Cara cut in, laughing. Lynne was her best friend and she loved her a lot, but some things should be kept private.
"I wasn’t going to," Lynne retorted. "I was about to say, ‘and you should know.’ How’s your threesome, m’dear?"
"Good, good." Come to think of it, she hadn’t had sex lately. She scrunched her nose in thought. Had it been two weeks? Or three? Two, she decided. There was the carefree, hot, glorious sex-filled week after they'd gotten together, and then two weeks of drought wherein she buried herself in her paper. One month since she'd first met them.
"How come I’m hearing some subtext?"
Trust sharp-eyed, or should it be sharp-eared in this case, Lynne to notice.
"I’m afraid I…well…" There was really no other way to say it. "I wouldn’t know. Too tired and busy lately," she mumbled.
"What!" Lynne screeched in outrage, doing a fair imitation of a parrot. "You’re wasting those prime, within-easy-reach hunks of flesh?"
"You make them sound like cattle," Cara grumbled.
"The point is, they’re hunks."
"How would you know?"
"You have great taste, but that’s not what we’re talking here. Cara, honey, a relationship takes work and those guys won’t wait forever." Lynne’s anxious voice rocketed her guilt tenfold.
"I know, I know. After the dissertation is over, I promise I’ll give them 110% of my time and attention."
"I just hope it’s not yet too late by then." Changing tack, Lynne said, "Anyway, I u
nderstand your dilemma. I've also been very busy at my new job. One week and I'm already putting in extra hours!"
After being passed over for directorship at her old job, and that after working her ass off, Lynne had quit. With her excellent qualifications, Lynne had gotten a great job at one of the big advertising agencies in the country--Pearson & Smithson--as Creative Director. Her dream job, one could say.
"So…you hate it?" Cara asked, the tentative note in her voice due to what sounded like a complaint.
"No! I love it," Lynne enthused. "I manage projects and oversee my staff, and the people are just amazing to work with. Very friendly and supportive. Especially Elise, my assistant. She’s been a very big help to me."
"That’s awesome," Cara started to say when one of her boyfriends, Max Brannigan, stuck his head into the study and his eyebrows slashed upwards. As usual, her heart beat a little faster upon seeing his face and those intense gray-green eyes trained on her. Even after a month of being together, she couldn’t quite get over the fact that this gorgeous, geeky man was hers. Hers.
Lynne kept talking, but Cara didn’t hear a word. "Gotta go."
"Damn it, Cara, when are you going to get it through your thick head that your paper is not your life--"
Clicking the phone shut on Lynne’s shouts, Cara smiled at the man who stepped farther into the room. "Hey."
"Hey yourself." Max bent and captured her lips in a thorough kiss, a kiss that sent warmth streaming through her veins, a warmth that soon morphed into heat and a good dose of lust. Need strummed through her, and she was reminded she hadn’t had some good ole lovin’ in some time, caught up as she was in her deadlines.
Perhaps now was the time to show her guys she was still very much a part of this triad. After all, she was taking a break--
Max broke the kiss and took a step back before she could take things further, like wrap her hand around his cock. "Paper done?" He glanced down at the pad in front of her.
"Sadly, no."
His mouth twisted into a grimace, and a flash of something came and went in his eyes. Cara was about to ask if something pained him, when he spoke, "Need any help?"
Max was a mathematics professor in the same university where she worked, and his input may help unblock her thoughts.
"Guys, ready to go?" Another male voice stalled her answer. Kyle Lockwood, the second of her men, strolled into the room. He always had a ready smile on his lips, as if the whole world was a joke he found funny. But that was the façade he presented. Underneath though, Cara knew he was sensitive and easily hurt, especially if the wound was struck by someone he loved.
"Go where?" she asked, right after Kyle pressed a quick kiss to her mouth.
"The supermarket." Kyle huffed out a laugh. "I don’t know how you eat before we moved in. You may be a math wizard, but you neglect your house and yourself."
It was true. She didn’t have a domestic bone in her body. She subsisted before on frozen dinners and take out deliveries. But since the guys moved in two weeks ago, she had warm, home-cooked meals and a clean house.
She sent them a sheepish smile. "Good thing I have you."
"Well, you do save us a bundle on car maintenance fees, so we’re even."
Yup, her mom had said Cara should’ve been born a boy, what with her fascination with cars. She’d developed an affinity for the mechanical things that was almost uncanny.
Not that she’d been able to check their cars lately. A twinge of guilt wrenched her even as she joked, "Maybe I should’ve opened a garage instead. I could’ve been rich by now."
"And have someone deliver your groceries," Kyle agreed. "But since you’re not, you coming with us? We have to stock up for the week."
Cara was tempted. Very tempted. But going to the supermarket would mean a half hour travel, then an hour shopping, and another half hour on the road coming back home. Thirty-minute breaks were fine, but two hours?
"Afraid not." She shook her head and fluttered a hand over the table. "Have to work on this."
Max’s lips tightened, but he didn’t say anything. He did grow quiet, and she could feel him withdrawing, not physically, but his presence, as though he’d gone hiding behind a wall he erected within himself.
However, Kyle didn’t seem to find anything wrong. "Okay then," he said cheerfully. "Let’s go, Max, and let the poor girl work on her theories."
"Theorems," Cara corrected on a mock scowl. She worried about Max, but perhaps she read him wrong. After all, he and Kyle had been together for more than two years, and Kyle should know Max better than she. If Kyle believed Max was okay, he should be, right?
"Whatever." Kyle grinned to take away the sting. "Anything we can bring back for you?"
"Nothing. Thanks."
But long after the car had zoomed out of the garage, Cara couldn’t concentrate. Her mind was all too busy dwelling on Max and his strange reaction.
* * * * *
Kyle’s cheerful whistling grated on Max’s nerves. He thought he could make it to the supermarket with that infernal sound, but five minutes into the drive, he snapped, "Stop that."
He felt Kyle sending him a glance before fixing his gaze back on the road.
"Max, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing." A lot of things.
"Max."
Why was it that Kyle had only to say his name in that tone and he would remember his promise to talk all things out with his lover? That he wouldn’t keep bothersome thoughts within him where they would only fester and create sores?
Max sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"It’s Cara," he said reluctantly, wondering if his suspicions had merit or he was merely the victim of his overactive imagination.
"What about her?" Kyle asked, executing a turn at the corner.
Max drummed his fingers on his thigh. How to say his thoughts without sounding like an idiot? "I…" There was no way but to come right out with it. "I think she’s ashamed of being with us."
Chapter Two
CARA, KYLE AND MAX
The car swerved a little. "What?"
Kyle’s astonishment made Max feel stupid. If his lover didn’t notice anything…but well, Max supposed that didn’t really signify anything. After all, Max had been disturbed by Cara’s behavior for about two weeks now and Kyle hadn’t remarked on it. Maybe the other man had blinders on where his lovers were concerned.
"It’s just…whenever we suggest going out, for dinner or shopping, she always said no. It made me feel like she didn’t want to be seen in public with us, despite all her talk about how happy she was with our triad and how this was a town where gays can be open about their relationship."
Both Kyle and Max had suffered from their families and friends’ censure when their relationship was outed. Not wanting to cope with the prejudice any longer, they’d moved to a place where they wouldn’t be seen as freaks and where they could live life like any ordinary couple. Max thought they had hit the jackpot when they’d met Cara, having rented the house beside hers. Her welcoming smiles and even more welcoming body warmed the part of him that had grown cold from other people’s bigotry.
If his suspicions about her were proven right, he wasn’t sure he would survive the fallout from opening himself up to her.
"Max, she’s busy!" Kyle said in shocked astonishment. "You saw how swamped she is with her doctoral thesis and work."
"I know, but what’s a few hours, two at most, of grocery shopping?" Max was aware of the desperation and slight hint of pleading in his voice. Pleading for what, he didn’t know. "Or going to a restaurant?"
"You know her deadline’s coming up--"
"She was on the phone when we entered the study awhile ago!" Max said in exasperation. "She took a break."
"Er…yes." Because Max was facing him, he saw Kyle sending him a careful look, like maybe checking to see that Max was really acting a bit crazy. "Wasn’t that what you said you wanted for her, when you said she should go to the grocery or a restaurant?"
"Yes, but with us!" Max passed a hand over his face. Frustration continued to build within him. Why couldn’t Kyle understand what he was saying?
"Maybe you need to take a break, too." Kyle soothed, one of his hands leaving the wheel to land on Max’s thigh, where Kyle gave him a comforting rub. "You’ve been stressed lately, what with deciding on a topic for your masteral thesis. Have you found an advisor yet?"
"No," Max admitted, the other worry of his life rearing up. "I couldn’t decide on a topic. The ones I’m interested in have too narrow a scope."
Kyle nodded sagely. "Maybe you’re just envious of Cara having found a direction while you’re still floundering."
Max couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "Seriously? That’s what you think is really bothering me? After two years, Kyle? Don’t you know me by now?"
Kyle had the grace to look ashamed. His reaction mollified Max a little.
"I’m sorry, but I don’t know what to think." Kyle sighed. "In my opinion, you’re seeing things where there’s not or where there’s a perfectly logical explanation."
"Okay, how about you explain this, O Wise One." Max ignored Kyle’s wince and continued, "In the U, when I’d invite her to lunch, she’d turn me down. She didn’t want to walk anywhere with me, didn’t want me carrying her bags when we’re leaving--"
"What are you, in middle school?" Kyle teased.
Max’s temper flared, along with hurt. "Will you be serious! You wanted me to share my worries and yet you laugh at me."
"I’m sorry," Kyle sobered. "You’re right, and I am taking you seriously. I’m sure this-this busyness of Cara is just temporary. Once her dissertation is done, she’ll have more time to spend with us, in private and in public."
"Maybe, but that’s not the point."
"Then what is?"
"That she’s ashamed of us and she doesn’t want to be seen in public with two gay guys!"
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