Burning Up the Sheets (MFM)
Uniformed and Blazing Hot 6
Uniformed and Blazing Hot 6
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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic May-December Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Tasha Ingram spent a year and a half healing after a nasty divorce turned her life upside down. Now it’s time to move on. She isn’t ready to risk love again, but her biological clock is ticking. She desperately wants a child. When smokin’ hot firefighters Shawn McKenzie and Corbin Spencer offer to father one with no strings attached, how can she refuse? Sure, they’re younger than her, but won’t that make it easier for them to keep their promise and walk away in the end?
Shawn and Corbin know they’re playing with fire when they set their sights on a coworker’s sister, but Tasha is everything they’ve been looking for in a woman. When they discover what she wants most, they know they’re just the men to give it to her. Their proposition has the three of them burning up the sheets, but Shawn and Corbin have full intentions of keeping the fire burning outside of the bedroom forever, too.
They could waste away the rest of the night together.
Shawn’s words reverberated through Tasha’s mind as she turned on her stool and met Corbin Spencer’s gaze as he headed toward them. She couldn’t remember a time when the sight of two men had made her pussy so wet.
Probably because it’s never happened.
Except she could and she had. The first time had been a year and half ago when she’d first seen Shawn. Sierra, Neil’s wife, was a middle school teacher and Tasha had attended an outdoor event where the fire department had been one of the attractions for the kids. She had seen Shawn, and her pussy had started to leak. When he sat down next to her tonight, she’d felt her pussy grow wet enough to soak her panties. Looking at Corbin now as his broad shoulders weaved their way through the crowd and his long legs brought him closer to her, her panties became wet enough to wring dry.
Neil offered to introduce you to Shawn that day, too.
Her brother had offered and she’d gotten the impression that he would approve of her being with Shawn. Would he approve of her being with Corbin, too? The men were a package deal, after all. Surely Neil knew that.
And, holy mother of hormones, what was she thinking? After twelve years of marriage, a nasty divorce, and a year and a half alone, she might be ready to get back into the world, but she sure as shit wasn’t ready to get tied down again.
You’re ready for sex though.
That, she definitely was and, wow, she’d dreamed of having sex with Shawn and Corbin so many times since she’d first seen the men that part of her mind almost felt as if those fantasies had become reality.
It’s a more appealing way to achieve what you want than that brochure you were reading, too.
That thought nearly made her choke on her own saliva as Corbin Spencer reached her.
“Right,” Shawn answered the man before she could. “And don’t introduce yourself. She already knows who you are and you’ll ruin it.”
Tasha couldn’t help but laugh. She watched as confusion etched itself between Corbin’s ebony brows and felt sorry for him. “It’s a long story.” She patted the empty barstool next to her. “Have a seat. I’ll buy you a beer.”
“That’s not nec—” He broke off when the bartender slid a bottle of Michelob Ultra across the bar and Tasha gestured to him to put it on her tab. “Essary,” he finished slowly as he lifted the bottle to his smiling lips. “But I guess you’re going to do it anyway.”
Tasha couldn’t help herself. She glanced down at his ass, now planted firmly on the barstool, and lifted a brow as she met his gaze again. “You know who I am. I know who you are. Is it time for the barstool to burn your ass or are you going to stick around a while?”
“I, uh, well…” His stammering made her giggle as she watched him shoot a confused look at Shawn before returning his attention to her. He tipped his bottle toward her. “I think I’m going to sit here and drink my beer.”
Tasha stifled another giggle as she took a sip of her drink and turned her attention to Shawn. “Poor guy. He doesn’t have a clue what he walked into.”
Shawn grinned and, oh, wow, the way his lips tilted made her want to grab hold of him and kiss him senseless. “I’ll fill him in later.”
Tasha gazed into Shawn’s clover-green eyes. Four leaf clovers were supposed to be lucky, right? Even as she wished that were true, she felt the need to give him an out if he wanted to take it.
“You don’t have to hang with me. Your friend is here now. You can go do your thing if you want to.”
His gaze turned so serious it was hypnotizing. He reached for her hand, laced his fingers with hers, and sent another wave of wetness flowing out of her pussy. “What I want to do. What we want to do,” he corrected with a quick glance at Corbin, “is whatever will make you happy.”
Twelve years. In twelve years of marriage Cramer had never said those words to her. As she held Shawn’s gaze, she got the feeling he would say whatever it took to get her between the sheets tonight. She wasn’t born yesterday. Shawn was a good seven years younger than her and so was Corbin. Men in their mid-twenties were out for sex a little else, but what did it matter? Other than the wrath she would have to face with Neil, what did it really matter? She hadn’t had sex with anything except her newfound vibrator in nearly two years!
And what if?
No, that would be too wrong. She wasn’t the type of woman to go for what she wanted most in life without the man’s consent.
Tasha lifted her glass, drank down half the contents, and smacked her lips as she set it back on the bar. “What would make me happy right now is to dance. Will you dance with me?” Before Shawn could answer, she turned her attention to Corbin and added, “Both of you?” She watched as Corbin’s smoky grey gaze flicked to Shawn before settling on her again.