Her Two Men in Tahiti: An MMF Bisexual Menage Romance (Total Indulgence Book 2)
By Kristine Cayne & Dana Delamar
They've haunted my dreams since the last time we hooked up. Two hot British rock stars who spent a week devoting themselves to my pleasure. I never thought Id see them again. Yet here we are in Tahiti, trying to keep their band, Kings Cross, from fracturing. But how can I help, when Im at the heart of their problems?
SKY
I left them to save them, but I nearly destroyed myself in the process. Can my heart survive doing it all over again?
ROD
I had them, for one brief week before it all fell apart. Now shes gone, and hes rejected me one too many times. How can I be around him every day, when he reminds me of everything Ive lost?
DEV
I had a glimpse of happiness, but it came in the form of all I knew to be wrong. I was raised to deny what my heart so desperately wants. How much longer can I go on this way?
HER TWO MEN IN TAHITI is a 90,000 word full-length standalone romance. Contains scorching hot MM, MF, MFM, and MMF adventures in Tahiti. Guaranteed HEA with no cliffhangers.
Warning: Contains an abundance of creative British swear words, oiled-up men wrestling on the beach, wild monkey sex in a tree house, and the worst of intentions leading to the ultimate in satisfaction.
Put your tray tables up, fasten your seat belts, and let Total Indulgence Tours take you on an adventure you'll never regret!
Excerpt
SKY
The whole trip back to the resort, I sat between Dev and Rod, practically vibrating with excitement. And more than a little nerves.
Can I actually do this again? Make love to them, be with them, then walk away when it’s all over?
Rod reached out and took my hand, his fingers straightening mine out where they were clenching my sarong. Then his lips were at my ear. “You don’t have to do this, love.”
“I want to,” I whispered back. And I did. I wanted to, very much.
I was just scared out of my wits, that was all.
Dev put a hand on my left knee, his warm palm searing through the thin cloth. “Okay?” he asked.
I nodded, gave him a smile. “I am.”
He squeezed my knee, his long fingers brushing my inner thigh as he moved his hand higher. I glanced at Tony, the driver/bodyguard behind the wheel, looking to see if he was eyeing us through the rearview mirror, but he seemed oblivious.
Or maybe he was just used to sexual shenanigans happening around these two.
Rod kissed my neck, his tongue darting out, teasing my skin, and I wanted to moan, it felt so good. Instead, I pressed my lips together and shifted in my seat, the leather cool beneath my legs, which seemed to part of their own accord. I wanted their hands on me, their mouths on me; I wanted to be overwhelmed by them again.
Desire pooled low in my belly, and when Dev pushed my sarong up to my hips, his hand touching the crotch of my bikini, I didn’t try to stop him. His fingers grazed the thin cloth covering me, and I shivered.
He kissed my neck, his short beard tickling my skin. He inhaled, then let his breath wash over my neck. “I’ve missed this,” he murmured.
“Me too, love,” Rod said, shifting in his seat to caress me through my bikini top, his fingers kneading my sensitive skin.
I looked up at the rearview mirror again, and this time I caught Tony looking, our eyes locking in the mirror. I should have been embarrassed, should have slapped their hands away and straightened up, but I didn’t. Instead, I hooked a leg over Dev’s, and let my head fall back on Rod’s shoulder.
Rod chuckled against my skin, his soft beard tickling me like Dev’s. They both looked a bit scruffy and rough, dangerous and intent, in the low light of the vehicle.
Dev eased a finger underneath the edge of my bikini, the touch soft, teasing, and I wanted more. Rod captured my mouth at the same time, muffling my moan, absorbing the shudder that moved through me.
I glanced up at the rearview mirror, and again Tony’s eyes met mine, then slid away.
I was out of control, and I knew it, and I absolutely did not care. Rod and Dev were intoxicating; I could resist them no more than addicts could resist their drug of choice.
Dev and Rod were my drug of choice. They were the reason I hadn’t been with anyone else since I’d left them.
Because I might have left them physically, but emotionally…
Emotionally, I was trapped. Still theirs. I shouldn’t be doing this, should be running the other way, but dammit. I wanted this.
I wanted this pleasure, this euphoria, however long it would last. Even though I knew it was temporary. For right now, for the next week or so, I could pretend it was forever.