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By Shelley Munro
Table of Contents
About Shelley Munro
Excerpt – One Night of Misbehavior
Other Titles by Shelley Munro
Flatmates. Best friends. Casual lovers.
Life’s good—a friends-with-benefits deal works perfectly with her male flatmates, but Marie Wright secretly craves more. A hot threesome. Erotic pleasure. Silken touches from both Shane and Kelvin. One hot summer day the sensual tension explodes between the three friends. For Marie each caress is a slice of ecstasy. It’s seductive magic, and she’s bewitched. Momentary pleasure isn’t enough. She wants a future with her lovers—a permanent ménage a trois—but if she makes a wrong move, she might irreparably destroy their friendship and lose everything.
This is a previously published work.
Heat shimmered in the air, making patterns swirl above the sealed driveway. A New Zealand summer at full blast—hot, humid and sweltering with dazzling blue skies and a capricious breeze. Marie Wright stretched out on a towel under the shade of an old oak tree, droplets of water glistening on her partially naked body. The house she shared with Kelvin Green and Shane Coulter lay on the outskirts of small-town Tuakau. They had no close neighbors, a fact she appreciated on this sticky January day since there was no one to witness her swimming topless in the river.
A sigh escaped as she thought of her two flatmates. Falling for both men at the same time was a disaster waiting to happen. Plain weird and kinky even, but oh, she wished she were brave enough to act on the desire. Two men and one woman. No matter how hard she tried, the thought refused to go away. It was making her crazy, but she didn’t want to lose their friendship or upset her current housing situation so she remained silent.
“Hey, Marie. Gonna turn over and let me see those luscious breasts of yours?”
Marie let out a shriek and bolted upright, grasping her orange beach towel to her breasts and knocking her sunglasses askew. She only relaxed when she saw it was Kelvin and that he was alone. Her breath eased out but her heart continued to race. “Don’t frighten me like that.” She rearranged her towel and tried to relax again, or as much as she could in her semi-naked state. “Where’s Saffron?”
Kelvin dropped a towel beside her and stripped off his faded T-shirt and black shorts. “We broke up.”
His flat tone told Marie he didn’t want to discuss it. She watched him stride to the riverbank naked, his lean and athletic form tanned to golden brown from their frequent swimming during the past month. Her mouth dried as she sneaked a look at his butt, her eyes screened by the sunglasses. Beautiful. Muscles flexed with natural grace, reminding her of the statue David come to life. A jolt of desire shot straight to her pussy. Although she hadn’t liked Saffron, she hated to see Kelvin hurting. But this did mean he was back on the market and until he found someone else to date, potential friends-with-benefits material again. Sexual hunger rolled through her like a rogue wave and her breathing hitched. Although she wanted both men at the same time, one would work. Of course, he probably wouldn’t be interested in some lazy afternoon loving…
Marie considered the thought and slowly turned over onto her back, baring her breasts and the rest of her ample curves. She’d shared a house with Kelvin and Shane for two years, and for the first time in her life felt happy and secure. When it was just the three of them, it was better. Common interests in rugby and cooking and music had cemented their friendship. Time and close proximity turned them in to best friends.
She closed her eyes, wincing at the rapid tattoo of her heart. Kelvin splashed in the river and a thrush perched in the oak tree sang its little heart out. In a nearby paddock, a sheep let out a plaintive baa that sounded faintly complaining. Marie couldn’t blame the creature. This heat wave was making everyone moody and miserable.
A whisper of sensation across one breast stirred her. Suspecting a fly, she swished a lazy hand. Then warm, wet suction closed around her nipple and her eyes flew open.
Kelvin pulled away to smile at her, a slightly lopsided smile with a heap of charm, and her pulse rate went from speedy to fast and choppy.
“I couldn’t resist. I love your breasts. A big handful of sexy.” His dark brown eyes challenged her, dared her to tell him to stop.
As if. Marie wanted to grab him by the ears and direct his mouth back to her breast. She wanted to bossily order him to suck her nipple hard in easy, rhythmic pulls that would echo in her pussy and start the journey to pleasure. Instead, she cleared her throat. “You okay?”
A shadow crossed his face. “It’s Friday and a long weekend. Why shouldn’t I be okay?”
Neat avoidance of her question. If he didn’t want to talk about Saffron, fine. “Have you seen my bikini top? I couldn’t find it.”
“I like you better without.” Mischief lit his eyes as his fingers, callused from his carpentry job, drifted across the lower curve of her breast. A prickle of heat shot from the spot he touched to settle in an ache between her legs. As they watched, her nipple pulled to a crest. “Much better,” he murmured with masculine appreciation, then lifted his gaze to hers. “Pretty blue eyes, curly brown hair.” He tugged a lock and watched it spring back into shape. “A hell of a way to improve my day.”
Heat collected in her cheeks but she couldn’t look away from his fingers and the mesmerizing stroke of them across her breast, the contrast in color between her creamy skin and his tanned fingers. A sigh escaped as yearning and desire blossomed. She’d missed the closeness with Kelvin. Too much, if she was honest. The thought made her bite her lip in consternation.
Friends with benefits was just that—sex with friends—but it meant no jealousy, no strings. No unruly emotions. It meant sticking to the rules they’d discussed before they’d decided on this course. No sex if they were in relationships with other people, no discussing the relationship with outsiders and most of all, respect.
A problem these days. Her feelings for Kelvin and Shane had grown from mere friendship to love after she’d become physically intimate with them. Jealousy. It nibbled at her mind, corroding her good intentions. She’d hated the perky Saffron as much as she disliked Shane’s recent girlfriend. Both women had judged her by appearance—taken one look and smugly decided she was no threat because of her larger size.
Marie sighed. Jealously, plain and simple on her part. She’d become a mite possessive about her men and it was becoming difficult to hide her feelings. The girlfriends—as she thought of them—had noticed her possessiveness and dismissed her as a threat. It still stung.
“You have the sexiest breasts. Voluptuous. Beautiful curves. Soft. Sexy.” Each word he punctuated with an open-mouthed kiss, moving closer to her taut nipple.
Begging words crammed her throat and her hands fisted in the nubby fabric of the towel. Finally—thank goodness—his mouth closed over her nipple. Suction plus a hint of teeth shoved past her misgivings and a groan escaped. The curl of heat throbbed between her legs and, with trembling hands, she cupped his head, running her fingers through his damp hair. Okay, so her misgivings were fragile and had fallen like a sandcastle to the tide. She couldn’t help her feelings or the way her body responded to Kelvin and Shane. Wanting two men didn’t make her a slut. Or sick, she added defiantly, trying to argue with the voice of reason.
Kelvin lifted his head to blow across her glistening nipple. “Beautiful.” He leaned over and took her other nipple into his mouth, dragging hard without gentleness.
Marie whimpered, arching up and clutching his shoulders when he would have pulled away. During the last three months she had missed Kelvin. With just his touch he had her hovering on the edge of control, moisture flooding her sex and tension rippling from head to toe.
Kelvin rolled onto his back and dragged her with him so she sprawled over his chest. To her relief, she wasn’t the only one affected by their play. Kelvin sported an impressive erection, his face taut with desire.
“You’re wet,” she said, the droplets of water from his swim sending a raft of goose bumps across her heated skin.
“And if I’m lucky you will be too,” he whispered. “God, you’re so sexy, Marie. I love your curves and the way you enjoy your food.”
Marie bit back a smirk. Obviously Saffron’s veiled insults about her healthy appetite and love of cooking hadn’t gone unnoticed. “If that’s a hint for me to cook dinner tonight, no way. It’s too hot to cook.”
“How about a barbeque? Do we have steaks in the freezer?”
“We do, but aren’t you going out tonight with the rest of the boys?” Kelvin and Shane and their friends normally went to the pub on a Friday night to play pool and shoot the breeze. Sometimes she went with them, but all she wanted to do tonight was laze around.
“Nah, thought I might hang out at home tonight. You?”
“I’m not going anywhere that requires putting on too many clothes,” Marie said. “Are you sure you don’t know where my bikini top is?”
“Shane and I might have mislaid it,” Kelvin said with a grin.
“I knew it!”
“It’s more fun when we skinny-dip.”
“And when we have guests?”
“We’ll give it back,” he promised in a husky voice. His eyes darkened, the laughter fading until his lashes lowered to screen his expression. “Marie, I’m really horny. Can we have sex?”