Three best friends each find their perfect threesomes in these three stand-alone stories
Looking For It
Hooking up with my brother’s two best friends was a bad idea.
But when the guy I’ve crushed on for ages stumbles on my stash of battery-operated toys, and offers to teach me how much fun they are with a partner, there’s no way I’m saying no.
Especially when his boyfriend wants to watch.
It’s just a one-time thing, though. Which is good, because I need headspace to focus on the Hollywood costume designer who’s trying to scam me and other cosplay designers like me out of our hard-earned money. She’s making my life a living hell for exposing her to the internet.
Jax and Grayson offer a tempting distraction by exposing me. In my bedroom. At a company holiday party…
If I can’t unravel how I feel about them, and sift through the Hollywood-style legal trouble we’ve brought crashing down around us, the only things I’ll be getting for Christmas are a broken career and a shattered heart.
Waiting For It
Two words every game developer fears, and I’m living the horror of impossibly long work days, that bleed into weekends.
The only upside is spending a lot of that time with my sexy-as-sin boss. I probably shouldn’t sleep with him, but the need for stress relief is real, and so is the size of his… desk. The one we screw on top of.
Then word gets back to my best friend’s brother.
The guy whose house I practically grew up in. Who I thought saw me as a second sister. Talk about jealousy. Though I’m not sure if it’s toward me, or my boss. Apparently they hooked up a few times, too.
One thing leads to another leads to the three of us playing naked Twister without the mat.
But someone else knows about us, and he’s been gunning for my job for a long time. I have two choices—surrender my career and theirs, or surrender my heart and cut them loose.
Asking For It
My two best friends have each found their perfect threesome.
I don’t have an issue with the fact they both have two boyfriends. I would like a taste of the same for myself, though. Call me bi-guy curious. When two guys pick me up in a bar, I don’t care that Fred and Barney are obviously fake names. I’ll be their Betty.
Then they stroll into my gaming café the next morning.
Turns out I hooked up with the relentless a-holes who are trying to buy my shop at a fraction of its value. The best friends are also real estate investors who have refused to take no for an answer for several months now.
I loathe their persistence at the negotiating table, but I love it in the bedroom.
This time, I can’t have my cake and eat it too. They’re not backing down from their pursuit to drive me out of the company I built from the ground up, so it’s time to back off the sex. They’re not stealing my heart or my business out from under me.