Monday Moans ~ Savin' Me

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Three is their magic number. Now they’ve got to decide if the magic is worth saving. Razrs Edge packed stadiums, fuelled by the inner turmoil and passion of the three founding members. The lights aren’t as bright and the crowds cheer a little less now that the threesome has parted ways. It’s time to bring the magic back. Parkur’s not convinced the split is for good. They were meant to be three. But can he write the music to convince Juniper and Jacoby to give him a second chance? Juniper and Jacoby want the triad intact. Is the love they shared as three enough to erase the destruction in their collective past? Contains two heroes hell bent on making sweet music with the woman of their dreams, the rediscovery of passion between three people, hot manlove and ménage action, a little spanking, some toy play, and some bondage...oh yes... Available now from TOTAL-E-BOUND!   Nominated for Best Menage on Love Romances Cafe!

And now for that Moan!!!

Juniper complied and scurried off his lap. With her hands at her sides, she bowed her head. Jacoby unfolded himself from the chair and crossed the few steps to her position. “I won’t leave you, Ju. You’re mine. Always.” As he kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue, he nudged her against the wall. He pinched her nipple, eliciting a squeak from deep in her throat. The excited sound sent pinpricks of excitement coursing through his veins. Just one good fucking against the wall to show her he loved and cared for her.

Groaning, Juniper rocked her hips against his thigh. Cream from her pussy slicked his denim-covered crotch. Damn, she wanted him. Jacoby ground into her then reached down between them, rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb. “Fuck, pet.” Jacoby panted and stroked his cock against her lower belly. “Need you now.”

“Take me.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, granting him access as he lifted her from the floor. “Please fuck me, Sir.”

Releasing her long enough to unzip and withdraw his erection, Jacoby gathered her back into his embrace and slid into her body. The walls of her pussy clenched around him, creating delicious friction. Damn, he’d never last. He built the rhythm in time with her writhing and drove into her slick channel. A melody played in his brain, the same one he heard whenever he made love to her. All he needed to make it perfect was Parkur’s steady drumbeat, his soul with them…

Maybe one day.

“Jac!” Juniper clung to him, her body a mass of shudders.

Jacoby buried his face against her neck and came with one final surge, coating her womb with his seed. “Damn.”

Lowering one leg to the floor, Juniper sagged in his arms. “I love you, Jac.”

“Love you, flower girl.”

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Three is their magic number. Now they’ve got to decide if the magic is worth saving.
Razrs Edge used to pack stadiums, fuelled by the inner turmoil and passion of the three founding members. Now that the threesome has parted ways, the lights aren’t as bright and the cheers of the crowds not as loud.

It’s time to bring the magic back.

Parkur has never been convinced the split was for good. They were meant to be three. But can he write the music to convince Juniper and Jacoby to give him a second chance?
Juniper and Jacoby want the triad intact. Is the love they shared as three enough to erase the destruction in their collective past?

Reader Advisory: This book contains hot manlove and ménage action, a little spanking, some toy play, and some bondage...oh yes...

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Monday Moans

There's this man I love. Well, actually, there's two. I know it sounds crazy. I mean, some women can't even find one man to love without care. So I should feel lucky. Right?

And yet... I'm torn.

Good thing I can put the pain into song. My name is Juniper Binder. I sing and play piano and organ for the rock band Razrs Edge. Did I mention I co-write the songs, too? I do.

Are you wondering about the men in my life? I thought you might be. Both men are my bandmates. Well, they were. Jacoby is still in my life. He's my husband. I love him with all my heart. I mean, he's the man who makes me shine and understand what I need. He's the drummer and yeah, he's really good with his hands.

And then there's Parkur. Oh, man. He's the tough one. I was with Parkur first. Now don't get yoru britches in a bunch. I didn't cheat on him with Jacoby. Nothing like that. Parkur and I started Razrs Edge in high school. We needed something to do that was a little more constructive than having sex all day. Yes, we were horny as hell. After school, we took our little two piece band to the bright shiny lights of LA. We got a contract, but it didn't go anywhere. And then we met Jacoby. Funny thing, it was Parkur that cheated on me with Jacoby. I mean, duh, I knew he was gay. Hell, I'd pick out boyfriends for him. For a while there I thought Parkur wouldn't need me--in life or in the band. But when we pooled our resources and went with the mutual attraction, we realized three really was our magic number.

It was bliss.

Now you're wondering why we aren't together. I'm not totally sure what happened, other than Parkur said he wanted to move on. He wanted a wife and a family--not a girlfriend and a boyfriend. That revelation damned near killed me. It was hard as hell on Jacoby, too. Thank God we had each other to lean on. Probably why we decided to get married. We had each other and we had the music. But you ask Jacoby and he'll...probably grunt and grimmace and walk away. On the inside, he's hurting. I'm his wife, yes, but I'm not the only person he wants.

And it hurts.

I want Jacoby to want me and I want Parkur to be there. I want my husband and his gay lover.

How fucked up is that?

*****Sigh***** Now that I've surely bored you to tears... I'll close. Thanks for letting me rant.

Rock on.