Heather is in love with her best friends, Andy and Daniel. The problem is that they're in love with each other and have moved to Nevada without her. She follows a year later and moves in with them, hoping to attend a local graduate program, but the tension is too much to bear. Andy and Daniel are happy together, and she doesn't want to intrude, but she can't bear to watch them and not be a part of their relationship. She tries dating locally, but her heart isn't in it. How do her boys feel about her, and will they be able to welcome her back into their lives? And can they form a lasting relationship after they slake their burning lust? This sizzling menage story is sure to make you count Brit M. as one of your favorite authors!
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November 10, 2009
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Excerpt from Three in Love by M. Brit
Heather dropped her carry-on bag just inside the apartment door and collapsed onto the leather couch with a sigh. Every muscle in her body ached. An eight-hour flight with one short layover was just ridiculous. Through the still-open door she heard thumping, a muffled curse, and a masculine grunt.
"Don't drop my suitcase," she called. The leather, warm from the afternoon sun streaming in the windows, soothed her. The boys had been right about wearing hot-weather clothes. Back in Ohio the air was still crisp, but in southern Nevada, barely into April, it was already broiling.
"What did you pack?" Andy gasped, hauling the huge black case through the front door. His brown hair stuck to his face, damp with sweat and framing his strong cheekbones and hazel-green eyes. "Your brick collection?"
"This one's worse," countered Daniel. She rolled her eyes at them while they settled the two suitcases and closed the door. "I know you had to pack a lot of your stuff in here to save shipping the rest, but goddamn."
"That's why I've got two big strong men to carry them for me," she said with a grin, looking over the back of the sofa at them. Daniel was less sweaty than Andy, but his tank top clung to his muscular chest in all the right places. She could see his nipples through the thin white fabric. His short cropped hair was almost midnight black and his eyes were a deep, chocolate brown; the slight tan of distant Asian ancestry gave him a perpetual glow.
Andy's hand slid around to cup Daniel's hip while he grinned back at her and she clamped down firmly on her libido. They were not for her to sample; oh, no. Andy and Daniel had been dating long before they'd moved out to the sunny west and left her behind. A few fumbled kisses in their teenage years weren't enough to count. They were firmly, happily in love. She'd just have to find somebody new.
"I'm so glad you decided to come out here," Andy said, flopping onto the couch next to her. "The graduate programs here really are great. You'll have to meet my advisor."
"I couldn't stand it anymore," she said. His hand found her upturned palm and squeezed it. "I missed you both so much. And after I graduated, it wasn't as if there was any reason to stay."
"Yeah," Daniel replied, planting himself onto the arm of the couch on her other side. "We were hoping. That's why we got the two-bedroom place."
She rolled her eyes. "No, you just have bad financial planning."
"Or we knew you couldn't resist our lure."
She laughed. It was true. No matter how much it seemed to hurt her other attempts at dating, she couldn't get her mind off her best friends. Nobody else measured up, and she had a feeling they never would. Being into their apartment and seeing them, their photos of her, and their old leather couch was like stepping into a home she'd temporarily lost.
"It's good to be here," she said warmly.
"Let's get washed up," Daniel said. "Then we can take you out on the town and show you all you need to see. Unless you want to unpack some of that ton of stuff?"
"I only have one more big box in the mail," she reassured them. "Books. I sold the furniture. It was crappy anyway."
"True," Andy said. "And you should have space in your room for a shelf. Want to see it?"
"I'll go hop in the shower while you kids look around," Daniel said.
Heather lost her response as he stripped his thin tank top off and tossed it on the couch. His back looked like a Greek statue, all fine muscle and sleek curves. He glanced over his shoulder at the pair of them frozen, watching, and smiled before sauntering down the hall. She swallowed and stood straighter. That show had been for Andy, and if she was going to live with them--both of them--she needed to stop thinking about those casual touches and hints back home. A year was a long time to forget about someone. They were settled and happy without her messing things up trying to wedge into their relationship.
"This way," Andy said after a moment.
The apartment wasn't anything special by design; to the left of the living room was a kitchen with an open dining room. On one side of the hall was the bathroom, its door shut and water running within. On the other, an empty room beckoned her. Andy's and Daniel's room was at the end. She stepped into her new home, taking in the bare walls. The boys had an empty computer desk ready for her, but there was no bed or dresser.
"Obviously, I'll need to pick up a few things," she said. "But I really like it. Thanks for letting me come."
"We weren't joking about getting the second bedroom for you," Andy said, bumping her shoulder. "We missed you."
"You know, some people would think this was odd," she joked.
"Like Devin?" he said, lips curving into a frown.
"Oh, hell," she said, rolling her eyes. "We broke up as soon as you guys moved. If he couldn't handle me having guy best friends, we couldn't date. End of story."
"I recall him accusing me in one sentence of both being a fag and trying to steal his woman," Andy deadpanned.
"Well, like I said. We broke up shortly thereafter."
"Good," Andy murmured. The water cut off across the hall. "Want me to drag the suitcases in here?"
"Sure," she said. "I'll help."
"They're kind of heavy," he said, raising one fine eyebrow.
"I got them to the plane, didn't I?" she said, grinning. "No wuss, me."
"You're just a regular Amazon," he replied with a smile.
She smiled back. It was good to be home, even if that home ended up being across the country. Andy strode out of the bedroom and she followed. Daniel cracked the bathroom door open and peered out at them, his hair still damp and glistening with water.
"Forgot to get a towel," he said. "Pass me one?"
"Oh, yeah," Andy said, brushing past Heather to open the hall closet. "The closet is out here in the hall instead of in there. There's a lot of streaking going on around here, thanks to that."
"Ah," she said, trying not to leer. Her attempt wasn't successful, but Daniel just laughed and grabbed the towel from Andy with a wink.
The other man shrugged and went back to her suitcases. She tipped one onto its rollers and grunted at the sudden weight on her arms. While scrambling backwards down the hall wasn't exactly an attractive maneuver, it kept her from losing her grip or balance. Andy laughed, but he imitated her, lugging the second case. The bathroom door opened again just as they finished dropping them in the middle of the room.
"Damn," Daniel said, striding out in a pair of dark jeans and nothing else. "I missed the show."
"Wasn't that entertaining," Heather said, stretching to crack her back. The shock of seeing him in the flesh again hadn't worn off yet; a heat burned in her belly as she took in the fine muscles of his abdomen and chest.
"You next," Andy said. "Then you can unpack while I clean up."
"All right," she said. "There won't be any hot water left."
Andy snorted. "With the temperature outside, I'm okay to take a cool one."
"True," she said.
Daniel stepped out of the doorway to let her pass and she was careful not to brush his warm, damp, inviting skin. She snagged a towel out of the hall closet and ducked into the bathroom before she could spontaneously combust. In the privacy of the still-steamy room she let out a sigh and inspected herself in the mirror. The draw to them hadn't been so bad before the separation. Before it was just a tension; now it was like gravity. A year apart had made a world of difference. Could she even live with Andy and Daniel, or would it cause too many problems?
She yanked off her sweaty clothes and tossed them on top of Daniel's in the corner. The water was still warm when she turned it on and stepped in, but not too much so; she hummed with pleasure as it cooled her down. She snagged the soap, still wet, and glanced around for a washcloth. There wasn't one, which meant Daniel had rubbed that same bar of soap all over his body. A little thrill ran up her spine, heat pooling in her belly. It was a weird thing to be aroused by, but as she stroked the soap around the heavy curves of her breasts, she didn't mind. Her nipples tightened and rose into firm, deep pink buds. She squeezed her breasts and sighed, wishing for bigger, rougher hands on her.
They wouldn't notice if it took her an extra few minutes in the shower. She was a woman, after all, and wasn't it expected for her to dawdle? She smiled and soaped the rest of her body with efficient strokes. The water cascaded in a half-cool curtain down her body. She leaned against the back wall of the shower, angling to spray to hit her lower stomach. Behind her closed eyes, the fantasy was quick and easy as washing had been: Daniel and Andy, tangled together in their bed. The sheets would be on the floor, or somewhere else entirely. Daniel's firm, tan back would ripple with muscle while he pinned Andy and kissed him, their bodies rubbing and slick with sweat.
Heather bit her lip and slid her fingers down her stomach, through the ticklish spray of the shower and to her already-slick pussy. She slipped two fingers inside and pushed the heel of her hand down on her clit. A small gasp tore free. She rubbed one of her breasts with the other hand and undulated her hips. Pleasure built in sparks and snaps. She pictured Daniel wrestling one of Andy's legs over his shoulder, thrusting against his firm belly and sliding their dicks together. They would both be thick and long, she imagined shamelessly, pinching her nipple until it stung faintly.
"Hey," one of them called from outside the bathroom door. She bit her tongue to hold in a squeal and came, suddenly, muscles contracting and fluttering around her fingers as her back arched. "You want to get takeout or explore, have a nice meal somewhere?"
"I," she managed, her voice breathy. Her tongue throbbed. "I'd like to go out."
"Okay," he said. She thought she might have detected a hint of humor, but with the rush of the shower, it was hard to tell. "We'll be waiting."
She groaned under her breath and rinsed her fingers under the water. It took only another minute to wash her hair. She wrapped her towel around her middle--it barely covered her ass if she pulled it up high enough to hide her peaked nipples. To say she wasn't excited by the prospect of them looking at her would have been a lie, but it was wrong to provoke them when they were perfectly happy.
That wasn't the kind of thing best friends did.
Of course, as soon as she shuffled out of the bathroom, both of them came out of her new room. Her breath caught. Two hot pairs of eyes ran from her bare feet up to the curling dampness of her hair, lingering especially hard over her breasts. Heat blazed in her cheeks. Her hands ached to throw off the towel and grab both of them by the hair for a kiss.
"We'll just let you get dressed," Andy said.
They stepped apart from each other but didn't move down the hall. She held her breath as she brushed by them, close enough to feel warmth on either side like the touch of a hand. As she shut the door behind her, she thought she heard one of them sigh. That was probably just her imagination again. She toweled her hair dry and dug through a suitcase, feeling absurdly naked instead of just nude in her empty room. She hadn't locked the door, hadn't wanted to.
This was going to be a problem if she couldn't get it under control. At least she fantasized about them together instead of with her; surely, that made it less of a betrayal of their relationship. Surely, that would make it easier not to want to fling herself into their arms. Heather ruffled her hair until it settled in what she hoped was an artful mess and straightened her tank top and skirt. The boys had the best taste in restaurants. She couldn't wait to try everything they recommended.
She walked to the living room and paused in the doorway. Daniel was sitting with his head pillowed on Andy's shoulder, one hand resting on his leg. His eyes were closed. Andy smiled at her, and her heart ached. It was like being shut out in the cold, watching a happy couple by a warm fire.
"Are you going to take a shower before we go?" she said.
"Yeah," he replied. "Just a quick rinse. I'm too sweaty otherwise. Come keep Daniel company while I clean up."
He shifted and Daniel moved to let him up. As Andy passed by her, he put one hand on her shoulder and planted a quick, soft kiss to her temple. She gave him a startled look. They were always touching her, but she it her been a long time since she'd felt his lips on her skin.
"I'm glad you're here," he said, smiling.
"Come on over," Daniel called from the couch, one of his arms draped over the back. "Don't let him steal all your attention."
Heather rolled her eyes and walked over to him, standing with her hands on her hips. He raised one eyebrow. She sighed and flopped down in a swish of skirts, his fingertips brushing her neck and sending a sweep of heat into her chest. He curved them over her bare shoulder a moment later. It wasn't quite cuddling, but it was close.
"What's up with the skirt?" he said, plucking at the thin fabric.
"I'm way too pale for anything shorter than my ankles, and this is much cooler than a pair of pants," she said. She pulled up the hem to flash her leg. "See? White as chalk."
He smirked. "I happen to like pale-skinned girls. And if you hadn't noticed, Andy's approaching ghostliness too. Suntanning is bad for you, after all."
"Says the man with the natural glow," she replied.
Comfortable silence settled. Heather closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm, callused weight of his fingers on her shoulder. The shower ran in the other room, a distant hiss of noise. The ache in her chest loosened its hold, just slightly, as she enjoyed Daniel's company. She loved them both and had since high school, but it was starting to occur to her that the depth and breadth of that feeling might have changed while they were away. Or, possibly, that she was more aware of it while sharing a small space with them.
"I think we'll have Indian," Daniel said, startling her. She jumped. He pushed her back against the couch with gentle fingers. "There's a great, great place down the street. Huge piles of food, excellent flavors."
"That sounds good," she said. Her heart slowly calmed its racing. "You surprised me."
"You looked deep in thought," he said, grinning. "I figured I'd get at least a flinch if not a whole jump. You're so easy to startle."
"I missed you, too," she said with a huff.
His smile was so bright, the ache flared in her chest again. It wasn't fair to be so close to perfection and stuck right outside the lines. The shower cut off in the other room and she looked at her hands. First thing to do, besides buy a bed, was find a new boyfriend. That might make it easier, just a little, if she was lucky. It hadn't ever worked before, but things could change. Feelings definitely could change.
Andy came in a moment later and put his shoes on by the door. Daniel and Heather stood up in one movement and followed him down the flight of stairs to his car. It was a cream-colored sedan with dark leather seats. Daniel's sports car was prettier, but it was only a two-seater. She climbed in the back before Daniel could offer her shotgun. Andy was his boyfriend, after all, and that meant he had dibs.
The jet lag settled heavy on her shoulders as Andy eased the car out onto the street. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the window. Soft music played and her boys were quiet. Just as she began to drift, the car stopped. She lifted her head, blinking.
"We're here," Andy said. "Next time I'll go somewhere farther away so you can nap."
"Hm," she groaned, stretching. "I'm just exhausted from the flight. Is the fold-out bed in the couch ready for me?"
"Yeah," he said as they climbed out of the car. "We got the sheets put on it this morning and folded it back up that way. All you have to do is pull it out when you're ready to go to bed."
"I'll probably turn in early," she said. "I'll be more fun tomorrow, promise."
"You're fine," Daniel said.
A waiter seated them and took their drink orders. Heather flipped through the menu. Indian food back in Ohio hadn't always been a treat--it usually wasn't actual Indian, for that matter--but the menu here looked authentic. She picked a curry dish, closed the menu and looked at the men sitting across from her.
"Just like we never left," Andy said.
"Perfect," Daniel agreed.
"Yeah," Heather said, resting her chin on one hand.
They placed their orders when the waiter returned with their drinks. She stirred her soda with the straw in slow, clockwise swishes. Someone's foot bumped hers under the table, then returned and pressed against it. She raised her eyebrows at her dining partners but neither of them did anything but smile the smile of the innocent.
"You decided where you want to go for your grad degree?" Daniel said.
"I've got some applications ready, and the materials. Mostly I need to find a job. There weren't any bookstores I could transfer to out here," she said. "Neither of you guys know anyone who's hiring, do you?"