Risk Is A Four-Letter Word #1

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Menage, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, MMF
Word Count: 37,800
Heat Level 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing

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What if you met your soul-mates on the beach and didn’t realize it? How many chance encounters would it take before you risked everything and let yourself fall in love with not one, but two men?

For Carrie, losing her bikini top in the ocean leads to an erotic encounter with two gorgeous guys. For Eric and Zeke, the steamy kiss they share with her is an amusing interlude on a sunny, summer day, but when the three of them meet again at the art museum, attraction turns into passion. Zeke and Eric realize their feelings for each other are just as potent as their desire for Carrie. Will they risk everything and choose love? Will Carrie be willing to take that leap with them when loving two men means goodbye to her safe, conventional existence?

What are people saying about Risk Is A Four-Letter Word?

Night Owl Reviews – 5 stars! – A Night Owl Reviews Top Pick!

“This story is absolutely awesome. It grabbed me from the first scene where Carrie is trying to find her top and kept my interest until the last page where I truly didn’t want it to end. . . Expect to be turned on and needing to be cooled off when reading this story.”

Manic Readers Review  – 4.5 stars!

“The sex is really, really hot, and the men seem to be very empathetic and so nice you have to wonder if they are for real. Carrie takes a chance on them, and we see a HEA for now ending.”

More Than This: Menage and Polyamory Reviews  – 4 stars!

“The relationship didn’t feel forced or rushed. The sex scenes were steamy but always progressed the story. . . All in all this is a great read with a HEA ending.”

Just Erotic Romance Reviews – 4 stars!

“The sex in this book is insanely hot! Frantic and almost crazed, it’s like the three are drugged when they’re together! I love the stolen public kisses and sexual encounters, its’ so fun to read about this triad who don’t even try to fight their animalistic attraction to one another!”

Julie’s Book Review  – 4 stars!

“This was a very entertaining story short, cute and sexy as hell. Adults only, MMF scenes. Loved the chemistry of the 3. They are meant to be. Fate keeps throwing the 3 together and who are they to fight it. Enjoyed the story, recommend the series, if you want a funny, sexy read!”

JBP Reviews – 4 Fairies!

“The beginning scene in this book drew me in and kept me wanting more. What can I say I simply adored this book.”

Story Excerpt:

The first time Carrie Haake set eyes on the two most gorgeous men in the world, she was cowering in the ocean, frantically trying to locate her missing bikini top. Okay, actually she was totally failing to find it. The waves rolled around her, smirking at her misery as she squatted beneath thigh-high surf, collecting sand in the bottom half of her bathing suit. The top was nowhere to be seen. She frantically twisted her head back and forth, looking for the bright-red scrap of fabric. Crap!

“Aunt Carrie! Look! We built a moat!” one of her nieces cried from the shore.

Carrie hunched down further into the water. “That’s awesome, Gina! So cool!”

She hoped the girl wouldn’t wonder why her favorite and only aunt wasn’t coming to inspect their work. She peered into the murky water, keeping her hands around her boobs. Nada. She glanced at her nieces and nephew ten feet away on shore happily building their sand castle. Carrie’s sister Olivia, the children’s mother, snoozed under the family umbrella, oblivious to the drama happening right in front of her. Still no sign of her top. Double crap!

Carrie cursed her sister under her breath. It was Olivia’s fault she’d lost it, anyway. “Take a risk, Carrie,” Olivia had said. “You never try anything new these days.” Bah. Carrie wanted to smack herself upside the head, but that would require letting go of the goods. That would not be cool, she thought. The world does not need to see your double D’s.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” a deep voice asked.

Carrie startled and jerked her head around, trying to locate the body that had produced such a lovely sound. Unfortunately the movement set her left breast free so she ducked even further under the water, getting a nose full of foam. After she finished coughing she looked up. Her mouth dropped open.

Standing before her were two men. Or maybe they were gods. One had curly brown hair tousled sexily around his face and a tattoo of a hummingbird on his right wrist. The other had shoulder-length chestnut hair gleaming with gold highlights. He had no tattoos that she could see, but his pierced nipples were sexy enough. The man didn’t need any more decoration. And hot damn were the two of them built. Carrie always thought abs like that were fake, a result of some good photo editing software and careful lighting, but clearly she’d been mistaken. Both men sported sleek muscles and a light dusting of hair on their chests. Both wore baggy swimsuits drooping low on their abdomens.

Carrie swallowed again, tearing her eyes away from their naked chests. Safer to look elsewhere, right? Wrong. Their thighs, just visible above the waves, were as phenomenal as the rest of them. They stood close together, comfortable in each other’s company. The dark-haired man dangled her bikini top from his right hand like a wilted flower. The hummingbird tattooed on his wrist looked disgusted. No nectar there.

“Miss? Is this yours?” he asked again.

Carrie cleared her throat. “Um, yeah, thanks. Where did you find it?” She made no move to get out of the water. The men made no move to come closer. She wondered if they realized she wasn’t going to be able to simply stand up and take back the top.

“It was floating about twenty feet out,” the other man said. His lovely tenor voice gave Carrie the shivers.

“Thanks for rescuing it.” She told herself to stop staring at his nipples before he noticed her fascination but every time she looked away her eyes landed on another delicious body part. Between his piercings and the dark-haired man’s unlikely tattoo, she felt like someone had clocked her on the head.

“We couldn’t just leave it there. Someone might get the wrong idea about this beach,” Dark-Haired Man said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Carrie narrowed her eyes. Was he being snarky? The sounds of shrieking children drifted around their little bubble of awkwardness while Carrie shifted in the water uncomfortably. She was starting to get cold. Even in July, the Atlantic Ocean wasn’t what she’d call warm. And this particular beach on the coast of Maryland was about as far as you could get from the topless decadence of Spain.

“Can I have my bikini back? Please?” She hoped one of them would take the hint and come closer so she could snatch the fabric. She might not be able to preserve her dignity, but she could probably spare the middle-aged couple wading closer a bit of a shock.

Dark-haired Man smiled. “Sure. If you tell us your name.” He moved closer.

Carrie pursed her lips. He was bribing her? Hmph. She supposed it couldn’t hurt to tell them. “I’m Carrie. Nice to meet you.” She did not stick out her hand.

He wrapped the string of her top around his finger. “I’m Zeke. This is my friend Eric.”

Adult Excerpt:

“Carrie, I want to kiss you so badly. You’re beautiful.” His voice deepened to a low rumble.

He was asking permission? Another drop of moisture slipped from her core and rolled down her thigh. At this rate she was going to make a mess of the bed before anything even happened.

“Yeah, okay,” she said thickly. Like she was going to protest? Sensing her need, Eric lowered his head slowly. Too slowly. Carrie slid her fingers into his hair and pulled him down. She licked over his lips. He opened up and let her dip into his mouth. He tasted like mint. She lost herself in the sensuality of the kiss, not even pausing when Zeke’s hand slid from her waist down to her pussy. What a clever, clever man. Carrie opened her legs, knowing he’d immediately realize how aroused she was.

“Carrie, my God, you are so wet,” Zeke murmured, rubbing his fingers over her labia. She let her thighs fall open further and he slid a finger inside, teasing, before slipping out to play with the hood of her clit. She tore her face away from Eric, panting. Zeke chuckled and continued to torment her, sliding down the bed until his mouth was on her mound, blowing air over her sensitized flesh. He shoved the covers away as she writhed, wanting more, but he continued to gently roll the hood around with his fingers, never enough pressure to do more than drive her insane.

“Zeke, please,” she begged.

“Patience,” he murmured as he opened her labia with his thumbs. He blew on the exposed bud and she shuddered.

“God, Zeke,” Eric rasped. He stared at the juncture of her thighs. She reached for him, hoping to bring him in for a kiss, but Zeke slid a finger over her again and her intent shattered.

“Zeke. You’re killing me here.” Carrie slung a leg over his shoulder, trying to get him closer.

He chuckled as he pulled back on her clit, exposing the tip. More moisture rolled out of her pussy as she froze, waiting for him to do something.

“You are so lovely,” he said then he bent his head.

She felt warm breath for a moment and then he was licking at the tight bundle of nerves, light and quick. She arched her back, seized with pleasure. Eric rolled his arm under her shoulders and sucked on her neck, adding to the unbearable sensations rocketing through her body. Zeke kept lapping at her, the tiny, tight flicks driving her right to the edge before he abruptly pulled back.

“No,” she protested, crooking her leg and trying to keep him close. He kissed the inside of her thigh and ducked away. The next thing she knew, Zeke was rolling across the bed to fumble in the nightstand.

Carrie frowned, her pussy throbbing, but Eric kissed her again, so deeply she thought he might be trying to distract her. She let him, drowning in the taste of him. He mouthed down her throat, pausing to lick at the spot he’d sucked earlier, playing with the sensitive skin. What was he doing to her? It felt like a hot wire going from his mouth to her clit, bright and sharp. She clutched at him, but he slipped away to her breasts. She couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. She tugged at his hair, but he didn’t budge.

“Eric,” she whispered, mouth dry. She swallowed, trying again. “Eric.”

He looked at her, grinning. “I want to taste you so bad.” Carrie’s body went molten as he nibbled her nipple. She burned even hotter when Zeke came back and settled between her thighs again. Yes, she thought. Yes, yes, that’s exactly where I want you. Eric sucked on her and she twisted, bumping her pussy against Zeke’s cock.

He sucked in a breath, hard. He grabbed her legs and widened them until her joints ached. “Is this okay? I need to fuck you,” Zeke asked, his legs trembling between hers.

She nodded and Zeke took himself in hand to tease at her entrance. He deliberately slipped around all the most sensitive parts until she growled and grabbed at his hips with her legs. She arched her back and thrust up into him in desperation. His cock slid in all at once and the three of them groaned. Carrie whipped her head back, wondering, then saw Eric was watching where Zeke had his cock inside her body. She flushed, knowing what she must look like. Then Zeke moved and she forgot all about how she was a total slut, putting out before the first date.

“Carrie, Jesus, you feel so fucking good,” Zeke said, thrusting in short, sharp bursts. All she could do was hang on. Eric bit at her nipples and she gasped, her climax suddenly dancing all along her spine. Zeke froze.

No, not now, dammit! Her eyes flew open. “I’m going to come, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Her voice sounded high. Breathy. Eric somehow got his face down between her legs and licked at her clit. Carrie went postal, writhing and bucking as her orgasm flared. Zeke had to hold her hips down so he could fuck into her.

Carrie loved it. She loved being held down like that. Pleasure ripped through her like a flash flood. She rode it, keening and shoving herself onto Zeke’s rock-hard erection, savoring the rough sensation of Eric’s stubble scraping at her thighs. Her body spasmed once, twice, three times before she could catch her breath. When her back finally unknotted itself, she sighed, but Eric hadn’t stopped playing with her clit. He sucked lightly and she jerked, the over-stimulated zing of his mouth almost too much. Zeke was hard as ever in her pussy, shoving in with long, steady strokes. She petted them both.

Eric lifted his head. “You can have another, Carrie.”