Today is the release day for my M/M/M story, Three-Way Weekend! I am so excited, since this is my first published story–excluding the short ones I did for anthologies. This one is all me! And I’m so glad Fireborn Publishing loved it, and I hope readers will love it, too!
Lovers Jeremy Taylor and Ethan Mercer are looking for something different on Friday night–a complete stranger to take home for a steamy menage. Well, Ethan’s looking. Jeremy isn’t too fond of the idea. He only agrees because it’s what Ethan wants and Jeremy loves to please his lover.
When they spot Javier Cervantes, a sexy stranger from Spain, even Jeremy finds him irresistible. But Jeremy will have to put aside his feelings of jealousy and insecurity long enough to have a good time and he’s not sure he can.
Midtown Miami’s hottest venue, The Stage, was packed as usual on Friday nights. A local band played reggae music while everyone jammed and swayed to the beat. Jeremy and Ethan sat at the bar with chilled shots of Patron. Fortunately, they had a great view of the band. The eclectic, but small, bar had minimal seating capacity. Those who arrived late sat outside.
“Hey, Jer, you’re being watched.”
Jeremy Taylor turned his head to look, only to be stopped by Ethan’s strong grip on his forearm.
His lover grinned. “Don’t look. You’re too obvious.”
Jeremy sipped his drink, savoring the smooth liquid sliding down his throat. “How do you expect me to check out the goods if I can’t even look?”
Huddled beneath the mood lights, they didn’t need to yell over the band’s pumping music. Jeremy imagined how they looked–two tall, muscled guys in leather jackets, close enough to kiss, and whispering as if sharing the world’s secrets.
The thought made him smile. Or maybe the alcohol had loosened him up. He was already on his third shot of Patron.
“I’ll tell you,” Ethan said. His gray eyes gleamed with mischief. “Tall, dark, and sexy. Long hair. Ethnic.”
Jeremy frowned. “You sound like you’re reading from a menu.”
“I want him on my menu.”
Ignoring Ethan, Jeremy turned to look. Across the room, on a plush, tan couch next to graffiti art paintings, sat the poster man for his wet dreams.
Just like Ethan described: long, black hair cascaded past the newcomer’s shoulders, brushing smooth dark tanned skin. The man’s muscles rippled beneath tight, denim jeans, and a muscle shirt. The way he sat, with his legs spread casually, showed off an impressive bulge. Jeremy’s dick twitched as heat flooded his groin.
“You can pick your jaw up off the floor, lover.” Ethan’s mocking voice snapped him back to reality. “I take it you like?”
“Why did I let you talk me into this again?” Despite the stranger’s oozing attraction, Jeremy wasn’t too gung-ho about this three-way idea.
In his mind, cheating was cheating. Even if his lover happened to be on the other side of the bed.
Jeremy had reluctantly agreed because he lived to please Ethan. And Ethan always got his way.
Ethan downed another shot. “You’re indulging me. You know a ménage is my ultimate fantasy, and you’re the conduit to making it a reality.”
“I’m definitely indulging you,” Jeremy said.
Ethan stood before him, close enough Jeremy could taste the sweetness of his alcohol-laced breath. “Jer, you know I won’t do this if you’re not up for it. And it’s okay. I completely, absolutely, one-hundred and ten percent understand why you wouldn’t be.”
Yeah, right. The moment he refused to fulfill Ethan’s fantasy, he’d make Jeremy regret it.
“Fuck it.” Jeremy finished his shot in one gulp.
Ethan grinned. “Yes, let’s. Though I think ‘him’ would fit better at the end of that sentence.”
The band switched to another song, a reggaeton number that got the crowd on their feet dancing. Ethan glided through them, his body fluid while moving along to the music. Jeremy followed, still uneasy about this whole thing. He’d never picked up a random guy from a bar when he was single.
Doing it now with his monogamous lover of five years was awkward as shit.
Once they came to a stop at the sectioned-off couches, Jeremy’s resolve weakened.
“Mind if we sit here? Bar’s kinda full,” Ethan said.
The guy chuckled, staring up at them with dark, hooded eyes. He was exotic with chiseled features and a killer smile. Jeremy wanted to feel those teeth in his skin, hard enough to leave imprints.
“Please, sit,” he said with a Spanish accent. Jeremy swallowed hard. Ever since he’d studied abroad in Europe, he’d grown a thing for accents.
“I think we will. Won’t we, Jeremy?”
Jeremy hesitated. He locked his baby blues on the pair of dark eyes looking back at him. Jeremy wanted him. And he wasn’t comfortable with that.
You can purchase Three-Way Weekend here.