Finding Their Girl
Town of Trio – Volume 1
Menage Romance
Mikayla Selover
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Finding Their Girl Book Description
Finding Their Girl
Message from Mikayla
Finding Their Girl Book Description
Finding Their Girl is Romantic Erotica on training wheels. If you want to get a feel for menage, and the Town of Trio, start here with the first story about Barb and her men, Tyler and Spencer. This is G-rated erotica ;-)
Menage? YES! Bondage? NO!
Barb is digging out from a disastrous engagement when she sees Spencer and falls in love at first sight, for the first time ever. Then she sees Tyler, and whoops, it's love again! What's happening here?
In this heartwarming Menage Romance, two men and one woman show us that love and dedication CAN trump all. Unlike lots of Menage Romance, this one has NO bondage.
;-)
Barb had fallen in love with the blonde hunk in her apartment complex. Then they meet in the laundry room. Spencer worms himself into her life, but it goes no farther than friendship. As a result of Spencer's lack of initiative, she's waiting for the big declaration—I like you a lot but...
Seeing Tyler, she has the same immediate reaction to him. What's happening? How can she fall in love with... brothers? Obviously, there's no happy ending here!
Or is there?
Finding Their Girl is the first story featuring Spencer and Barb and Tyler. Their story continues with Keeping Their Girl and Gift for Their Girl. Each book can be read as a stand-alone.
While the situation is a potential Menage - with two hunky brothers and a bewildered heroine, this story has nothing but love and a few kisses. ;-) Oh... and there is an occasional bad word spoken by a beleaguered hero. [Women's Romantic Erotica]
WARNING: Town of Trio Erotic Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M
Note: There is NO sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings. Contains NO bondage.
Town of Trio Menage Series
Book 1 – Finding Their Girl
Book 2 – Keeping Their Girl
Book 3 – A Second Proposal
Book 4 – A Gift for Their Girl
Book 5 – Building for Love
Finding Their Girl
Holding up the first framed 8” by 10” photograph, Barb was trying to make sense of what she was seeing. The picture showed five people, dressed for an important occasion.
She recognized Tyler on one end and Spencer on the other end. A magnificent cake was displayed on a table in front of the group, with three people in the middle, posing behind the cake. An attractive middle aged woman was bracketed by two attractive men about the same age. Everyone was beaming. She didn’t know them but she could see a definite family resemblance to Spencer and Tyler.
Seated cross-legged in the big blue recliner in Spencer and Tyler’s apartment, Barb had both men crouched beside her, Tyler on her left and Spencer on her right.
The three of them had just finished a wonderful dinner and she had been promised Apple-Cheese pie for dessert. In many ways it was like the times the three of them often spent together... casual and relaxed. Then, before the pie, Spencer had said they — THEY? — wanted to talk with her about something important.
She put the picture back in her lap and held up the second one Spencer had given her. From the same event as the first picture, five other people had joined the group in this image. They were older than everyone from the first picture. Again, she wasn’t sure what she was looking at or what the significance was.
Here she was, sitting her in her favorite chair, surrounded by two hunky guys and trying to puzzle out the meaning of some family photos? How had this happened? Just a few months ago, her life had been empty and lonely, but it had been running a predictable course.
*****
Barb’s loud alarm rang harshly in the dim light. Rolling over reluctantly, she opened a bleary eye. She always got up early on Wednesdays and did her laundry. It was a PITA to get up that early, but the trade-off — having an empty laundry room, privacy to read, and no one hassling her, was well worth it... or so she told herself.
Now, with the damn alarm blaring, she wasn’t as certain. She reached out and swatted the offending clock which subsided after a final blast... of defiance?
She rolled over on her back, willing her eyes to open and stay open. Once she was sure they were cooperating, she sat up and swung out of bed.
First stop was the kitchen where she hit the coffeemaker’s ON button. She’d filled it last night. That onerous chore done, it was back to the bedroom.
Laundry day. Crap. She was short of clean clothes, which meant that laundry wasn’t optional. It also meant that getting dressed might be a challenge.
She rooted around and found bra and panties... that was good. Her fat jeans would do. They hung on her, but who was gonna see her? She found an old worn tee shirt and a soft but holey sweatshirt. It had been one of Raymond’s and it was about all she got out of their two year “engagement”... if she ignored the mountain of debt he’d left her.
Hmmmm... one raggedy sweatshirt and how many thousands of dollars owed? It made her head hurt so she decided to ignore it. Back to the task at hand... getting dressed.
Now, socks... after several fruitless minutes, she gave up. Okay... no clean socks. What were her options? She couldn’t wear any of her shoes without socks. It was too cold to wear sandals. So, what was a girl to do?
She looked around the room, hoping for inspiration when Rocky and Bullwinkle waved at her.
They weren’t really Rocky and Bullwinkle, her favorite cartoon characters. They weren’t really waving either, truth be told. They were a mismatched pair of huge furry slippers. She’d bought a pair of Moose slippers and a pair of Squirrel slippers. Because she didn’t want to show favoritism, she had mixed and matched, ending up with two pairs. This pair had the left Moose and the right Squirrel.
She could wear them without socks and her feet would stay warm. She hated to walk across the rough parking lot pavement in them, but if she just made two trips—to the laundry room and back, she probably wouldn’t do irreparable harm to the slipper soles.
Difficult decisions made, she padded into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and ran a comb through her hair. She loved the chin length bob but hated how often she had to get it trimmed so it would hold its shape. Maybe she should let it grow out and save on haircuts? Something to consider, but not this early in the morning.
She put on her black framed geeky glasses and shuddered. She looked like 1 or 2 miles of bad road. It could have been worse, she supposed... she could look like 5 miles of bad road.
Back in the kitchen she poured her coffee into a grown up sippy cup and took her first swig. She held still, enjoying the warm rush. O-kaaaayyyy....
In the living room, she looked around for something to read while she waited for her laundry. Yesterday, she’d splurged on a new menage anthology. She was too shy to read it in public, since the cover showed two men and a woman, having... fun? But, again, no one would be around so, what the hell?
That final decision made, she gathered up her rolling hamper, loaded the laundry soap on top of the clothes, added the book so she’d have a hand free for her sippy cup and headed out the door.
As she wheeled her laundry across the parking lot, she thought she saw a curtain flutter in an apartment window on the other side. She didn’t know anyone in that building, it was a large complex, but she had noticed that was where the blond hunk lived.
Yes, she was shallow, she admitted it. She’d seen him move in recently and
had fallen hard, suffering from what she recognized was a strong case of love at first sight. The minute her eyes met his, her heart started beating and her libido sat up and said, “It’s him. He’s the one.”
That had never, ever, come close to happening to her. She didn’t believe in love at first sight.
Ever the pragmatist, she also had a wager going with herself that he was gay. She bet that he wasn’t, herself bet that he was, and the loser was going to provide a pint of Haagen Dazs Creme Brulee Ice Cream. None of the grocery stores nearby carried that flavor so it would entail a trip to the other side of the city. Either way, Barb was looking forward to the outcome of the bet.
*****
She was loading the second washer when she heard the laundry room door swing open behind. Knowing her reaction couldn’t be seen, she made a face and kept working. She slid the coins in and started the washer, then turned to see... him. The blond hunk from across the parking lot. OMG.
She told herself to act casual. She managed a small, shy smile, grabbed her book and went to sit in one of the uncomfortable chairs.
He answered with a grin, making him more attractive, if that was possible. He took the washer next to hers, filled it up and started it.
There were a lot of empty chairs, but... he took a seat next to her. As he sat, he smiled again and said “Hi.”
She mumbled a quick “Hi.” He tilted his head so that he could see the cover on her trade paperback.
She hadn’t expected to run into anyone, when she’d decided to bring her new menage anthology. She was very aware that it had three very attractive, nearly naked people on the front. While it was tasteful, if you knew what you were looking at, it was clear there was a girl sandwich involved. He took a long slow look, smiled, then asked her if she was enjoying it.
She felt the color bloom in her cheeks and mumbled a quick, “Yes”, opened the book and pretended to read.
She was aware that he was looking her over, slowly and carefully, head to toe. When he got to her footwear — the Moose on her left foot and the Squirrel on her right, he grinned, yet again.
“I’m betting that you have a matching pair of slippers at home?” Amusement colored his voice.
Should she explain? “I like Rocky and Bullwinkle. Equally.”
He stared at her still smiling but raised his eyebrows, encouraging her to explain further. Not understanding.
She felt obliged to do so. “I didn’t want to play favorites, like wearing the Rocky slippers more often than the Bullwinkle slippers.”
“Ahhhhh.” He made a long drawn out sound of understanding, then held out a large hand and introduced himself. “I’m Spencer Anderson and my childhood nickname was Rocky. My brother was Bullwinkle.”
She took his hand and grinned, “I’m Barbara Natasha Malikov, but I go by Barb.”
He looked around the empty laundry room. “Is there a Boris somewhere?”
She laughed. “Nope. No Boris.”
*****
It was laundry day again... As she did every week now, Barb loaded her laundry supplies on top of the dirty clothes, then put the thermos of coffee and two mugs on top.
She and Spencer did their laundry together on a regular basis, which had turned the boring task from drudgery into the high spot of her week. He was a Culinary Institute of America trained chef - with a degree in pastry arts. He’d be bringing something fabulous to go with the coffee. If she was lucky, it might be his Swedish Coffee Cake, her current favorite.
They’d become good friends since they’d met several months ago in the apartment complex laundry room. They’d started hanging out together outside of the laundry room.
Last week they’d gone to the big flea market. Barb had found a huge ugly blue leather recliner. It fit her perfectly and was by far the most comfortable chair she’d ever sat in. It had been for sale at a killer price, but she’d had to pass on it. Money was tight for her as she was climbing out of debt, thanks to skanky ex-fiance Raymond.
Spencer had liked the recliner too and he’d bought it. If she couldn’t have it, second best was Spencer getting it. He was nice enough to let her sit in it when she was visiting his apartment.
She was still secretly in love with Spencer but he’d never moved beyond close friendship. She and herself were still waiting for the official word that he was gay, so their Haagen Dazs bet could be resolved. He never went on dates and hadn’t mentioned a girlfriend, so she figured it was just a matter of time.
Now, laundry!
*****
Spencer had paused in one of the flea market booths and now, as he reentered the aisle, Barb had wandered out of sight.
They were there because he was desperate to spend time with Barb. He knew that her budget was extremely limited, so he’d decided that asking Barb to take him on a tour of the local secondhand places would be an acceptable outing. They could spend time together without spending becoming an issue.
To his surprise, he found himself enjoying the experience. This was their third stop today and it was by far the largest of the thrift stores. It was housed in a former supermarket and sported row upon row of small individual booths.
There was a lot to look at, with items to fill any need or interest. Now, however, he needed to locate the object of his affection — Barb. She was just 5’4” tall and, as he was discovering, easily misplaced in the bustling secondhand store.
Walking along the busy aisle, Spencer took full advantage of his 6’2” height. He’d made it down the row before he saw her in the last booth.
Actually, he almost walked right past. If she hadn’t been wearing screaming orange sneakers, he’d have missed her completely.
What he did see was a huge, blue leather recliner, situated with its back to the aisle, and hanging over one broad arm were two small orange shoes.
Upon closer inspection, the shoes were attached to the feet of his prey. They were twitching slightly and Spencer grinned when he realized that Barb was rocking in the huge chair. The foot twitches were providing the impetus to move the hulking leather behemoth.
Carefully skirting the other junk in the booth, Spencer stepped around the chair. Barb had her eyes closed. From the blissful expression on her face, she was in her happy place.
He reached out a hand and lightly touched a small foot. “Barb.”
Grinning, she opened her eyes. Stretching out a hand, she patted the wide arm of the recliner. “This is THE most comfortable chair I’ve ever sat in... AND it ROCKS!”
Spencer found himself grinning back at her. He’d been attracted to her from the moment he saw her and then captivated by her Moose and Squirrel slippers when they finally met face to face. But now, getting to know her, it was moments like these that fed his soul.
He gestured with a thumb and growled, “Outta my chair, woman!” He knew he’d get a giggle... at the very least. She laughed and climbed out. He sat in the chair and leaned back. Damn. It WAS comfortable.
He stood up and looked for a price tag. She pointed to it and he read the tag. “One thirty five?”
She nodded. “A bit too much for me, but it’s an excellent deal. The leather’s a bit scuffed up, but leather just gets better with age.” She lifted one of the back cushions and showed him the brand label, then leaned in to whisper, “One of these babies retails for fifteen hundred, new.” She glanced around, leaned closer and said, sotto voce, “It’s a KILLER deal!”
Then and there, he knew he was going to be buying the chair. He flicked the tag again and asked, “So this is too much for you?”
She grimaced, “Yeah. I need to get out of the hole I’m in before I start spending again, even with a killer deal like this one.” She stroked the recliner’s arm affectionately. “Someone will buy it... just not me.”
He sat back down in the huge ugly monstrosity. It was comfortable, even for his large frame. He flipped the lever and slid it back into the reclining position. He figured he might as well make this look convincing.
He cla
sped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. When he opened them back up, Barb was looking at him, grinning at him.
“Well, since you can’t get it, I’ll buy it.” She nodded at him. Encouraged, he decided to try for another laugh. Deliberately making it sound like he was making her a generous offer, he said, “You can even sit it when you come over to visit.”
Playing along with him, she clasped her hands under her chin and batted her eyes outrageously. She said in a syrupy sweet voice, “Oh thank you, kind sir.”
They laughed together. Then, he placed his large hands on her delicate shoulders and urged her back into the chair. “You stay here and guard our purchase. I’ll go pay for it and grab one of the rolling carts. Don’t let anyone grab this!”
She laughed and settled back into the chair as he headed out of the booth.
*****
Barb turned into her apartment complex. Driving along behind her was a decrepit old Mustang. Her dad LOVED Mustangs, so she always noticed them and she judged this one to date back to the late sixties. She wasn’t good enough to guess the exact year, but she could appreciate the potential under it’s “rode hard and put up wet” exterior.
Forgetting the Mustang, she spied a couple of parking spaces right in front of her building. What luck! The complex didn’t have assigned parking and finding a spot could be a real crapshoot. She pulled in, parked, and hopped out. As she opened the rear door of her SUV, the Mustang pulled past her and into the empty parking space on the passenger side of her Explorer.
She glanced over at the vintage car. It needed a lot of work, but would be lovely if someone took the time to restore it. The driver’s door opened and a large, well-built blond man climbed out. He looked over and grinned at her.
She felt like someone had dropped a ton of bricks on her. Her eyes met his and her heart jumped. A small voice, somewhere deep inside her said, “It’s him. He’s the one.” She took an involuntary step back. This had only happened to her once before. When she met Spencer.
Barb felt the blood rush to her cheeks and a burning sense of betrayal. What was she doing? Even if she and Spencer were just friends, how could she react this strongly to two different men? What a slut.
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