Threesome Bonds

Threesome Bonds

The long-awaited, much-anticipated, reader-requested sequel to Threesome Interlude and Threesome Play is here!
What happens after Lynne Morrison’s passionate elevator interlude with hunky twins Mark and Ash Thompson? Well, they realize it isn’t enough so they had to try out the bedroom and the kitchen table and the wall…er, you get the picture. When Lynne finds herself unexpectedly pregnant, she faces a serious dilemma: she doesn’t know who the father is! When Mark finds out, will it derail their growing relationship?

Meanwhile, her best friend Cara Wilson, aka Hot Blonde, isn’t feeling so hot. In a relationship with lovers Kyle Lockwood and Max Brannigan, she comes home early one day and stumbles upon Kyle secretly proposing to Max. Her world shatters. Amidst her heartbreak, she decides to take the biggest gamble of her life, even if it means losing the thing Kyle cherishes the most…

Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, public sex, male/male sexual acts, anal sex and ménage a trois (m/f/m and m/m/f).
* This book can be read as a standalone. Enough backstory has been provided to help new readers understand the characters’ situations. It has a happy ending. No cliffhangers.
Series: Threesome Series, Book 3
Genre: Erotic Romance, LGBTQ, Contemporary Romance
Theme: Menage a Trois
Publication Date: October 25, 2016
Book length: 31,407 words
Excerpt
Kyle’s cheerful whistling grated on Max’s nerves. He thought he could make it to the supermarket with that infernal sound, but five minutes into the drive, he snapped, “Stop that.”
He felt Kyle sending him a glance before fixing his gaze back on the road.
“Max, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” A lot of things.
“Max.”
Why was it that Kyle had only to say his name in that tone and he would remember his promise to talk all things out with his lover? That he wouldn’t keep bothersome thoughts within him where they would only fester and create sores?
Max sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“It’s Cara,” he said reluctantly, wondering if his suspicions had merit or he was merely the victim of his overactive imagination.
“What about her?” Kyle asked, executing a turn at the corner.
Max drummed his fingers on his thigh. How to say his thoughts without sounding like an idiot? “I…” There was no way but to come right out with it. “I think she’s ashamed of being with us.”
The car swerved a little. “What?”
Kyle’s astonishment made Max feel stupid. If his lover didn’t notice anything…but well, Max supposed that didn’t really signify anything. After all, Max had been disturbed by Cara’s behavior for about two weeks now and Kyle hadn’t remarked on it. Maybe the other man had blinders on where his lovers were concerned.
“It’s just…whenever we suggest going out, for dinner or shopping, she always said no. It made me feel like she didn’t want to be seen in public with us, despite all her talk about how happy she was with our triad and how this was a town where gays can be open about their relationship.”
Both Kyle and Max had suffered from their families and friends’ censure when their relationship was outed. Not wanting to cope with the prejudice any longer, they’d moved to a place where they wouldn’t be seen as freaks and where they could live life like any ordinary couple. Max thought they had hit the jackpot when they’d met Cara, having rented the house beside hers. Her welcoming smiles and even more welcoming body warmed the part of him that had grown cold from other people’s bigotry.
If his suspicions about her were proven right, he wasn’t sure he would survive the fallout from opening himself up to her.
“Max, she’s busy!” Kyle said in shocked astonishment. “You saw how swamped she is with her doctoral thesis and work.”
“I know, but what’s a few hours, two at most, of grocery shopping?” Max was aware of the desperation and slight hint of pleading in his voice. Pleading for what, he didn’t know. “Or going to a restaurant?”
“You know her deadline’s coming up–“
“She was on the phone when we entered the study awhile ago!” Max said in exasperation. “She took a break.”
“Er…yes.” Because Max was facing him, he saw Kyle sending him a careful look, like maybe checking to see that Max was really acting a bit crazy. “Wasn’t that what you said you wanted for her, when you said she should go to the grocery or a restaurant?”
“Yes, but with us!” Max passed a hand over his face. Frustration continued to build within him. Why couldn’t Kyle understand what he was saying?
“Maybe you need to take a break, too.” Kyle soothed, one of his hands leaving the wheel to land on Max’s thigh, where Kyle gave him a comforting rub. “You’ve been stressed lately, what with deciding on a topic for your masteral thesis. Have you found an advisor yet?”
“No,” Max admitted, the other worry of his life rearing up. “I couldn’t decide on a topic. The ones I’m interested in have too narrow a scope.”
Kyle nodded sagely. “Maybe you’re just envious of Cara having found a direction while you’re still floundering.”
Max couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Seriously? That’s what you think is really bothering me? After two years, Kyle? Don’t you know me by now?”
Kyle had the grace to look ashamed. His reaction mollified Max a little.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what to think.” Kyle sighed. “In my opinion, you’re seeing things where there’s not or where there’s a perfectly logical explanation.”
“Okay, how about you explain this, O Wise One.” Max ignored Kyle’s wince and continued, “In the U, when I’d invite her to lunch, she’d turn me down. She didn’t want to walk anywhere with me, didn’t want me carrying her bags when we’re leaving–“
“What are you, in middle school?” Kyle teased.
Max’s temper flared, along with hurt. “Will you be serious! You wanted me to share my worries and yet you laugh at me.”
“I’m sorry,” Kyle sobered. “You’re right, and I am taking you seriously. I’m sure this-this busyness of Cara is just temporary. Once her dissertation is done, she’ll have more time to spend with us, in private and in public.”
“Maybe, but that’s not the point.”
“Then what is?”
“That she’s ashamed of us and she doesn’t want to be seen in public with two gay guys!”
Distracted, he saw that Kyle had turned the car into a quiet alley and that he was slowing down.
“Is that what you really think?” Kyle asked.
“Yes.”
“Why don’t we ask her?”
“What?” Max scowled, noting absently that Kyle had parked the car and switched off the engine. “Of course not. She’ll make excuses–”
“Are you saying she’ll lie to us? Tell us some untruth to pacify us?” Kyle shook his head, and his look was pitying.
Max glanced away, hating to see it.
“Max.” Kyle cupped Max’s chin and turned his reluctant face toward him. It was then he saw that Kyle wasn’t pitying him at all, but was instead concerned and sympathetic. “When did you become so cynical? So hard to believe in people?” he murmured. “Has your experience with your bigoted colleagues so colored your view that you can’t trust anyone would want you for you? Geeky, warts and gay?”
“Warts? What warts?” Max arranged his features into a mock scowl, not wanting to answer Kyle’s other questions. They shone a light into the darkness in his soul, something he’d avoided facing all this time.
Kyle didn’t even smile at his attempts at humor. “Max…” He ran a hand through his hair, tousling the blond strands further.
Max loved this untidy, natural look better than the usual gelled and combed style that Kyle preferred to use on unsuspecting clients.
“Max…” Kyle said again, clasping Max’s hands in his. “I-I’m sorry.” He shook his head helplessly. “I know nothing I say will help. This is something you have to find your own way out. But I want you to know I’m here. We will get through this together.”
Warmth unfurled inside Max, and he fell in love with Kyle just that little bit more. The burden he’d been carrying seemed lighter and not at all that worrisome.
Wait, no. He had to be vigilant. He had to make sure he and Kyle had made the right decision in allowing Cara into their lives. He was already falling for her–with her smiles, her wit, her hot body–and he knew Kyle was in the same boat. He had to be sure of her before they fell all the way past the point of no return.
“Thank you.” He squeezed Kyle’s hands.
“I love you,” Kyle murmured, his green eyes intent as he released Max’s hand to stroke his cheek instead. “Whenever you need me, I’m here. This is my promise to you.”
Other Books in the Series

Threesome Interlude
BOOK ONE

Threesome Play
BOOK TWO