Allen Heras just landed his dream job, and he’s determined to make
the most of this chance for a new life. Only there’s a problem: he can’t
seem to stop lusting after his bosses. After suppressing his
bisexuality his whole life, he can’t afford to let his hormones ruin his
chances for success. Now, if he could just get his big head to convince
the little one of that, he’d be just fine.
Sidri McKenna and Tatum McAlister have always known there was
something missing between them: another man, one who could bear the love
of two Doms. And they’ve chosen Allen to be that man. They’d always
known it would be an uphill battle, convincing Allen that three people
could make it in a long-term triad. But when the demons from Allen’s
horrible past threaten their relationship, they realize that the real
battle isn’t convincing Allen to love them---it’s convincing him he’s
worth loving in the first place.
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Excerpt
Eyes riveted on
the tall, trim, fucking gorgeous man
framed by the giant TV screen, Allen thought, No, no, no, no, this cannot
be happening.
Thirteen years. It
had been thirteen years since he realized he could be just as attracted to men
as he was to women. And the day he finally understood the truth about his
aberration was the same day he ran away from home.
Accepting the
truth about his depravity was one thing. Acting on it was something altogether
different. He’d managed to stuff his unnatural desires somewhere deep inside,
so deep, in fact, that in thirteen years he’d never once slipped up, never once
even come close to exposing himself.
Until today.
Time stopped.
Jesus, the photos on Sidri’s desk did not do this man justice. Tatum
was all blond hair and heavy muscles, narrow hips and massive shoulders. With
those ruggedly handsome features and that carefree smile, he must have women
throwing themselves—or their panties—at him every day. He was very much a man’s
man, with a clear Alpha set to his square-cut jaw. And that body…
Despite
being short, Allen was no lightweight. He worked out every day, and his body
was gratifyingly endowed with thick, heavy muscles that allowed him to pack one-hundred-eighty
pounds on his five foot nine
frame. His shoulders were broad, his waist narrow, and his arms nicely defined,
so that, even while standing next to men who were taller than him, he didn’t
feel small in comparison.
Tatum,
on the other hand, dwarfed him. At six foot seven, he had a good forty pounds
over Allen, and not one iota of that weight was fat. Sidri had shown him a
photo of her and Tatum at the beach, so he’d had one slightly out-of-focus
chance to see that Tatum was ripped, with a full eight p ack,
heavy pecs, and biceps the size of tree trunks. He hadn’t realized until this
very moment that he’d filed that picture away in his mind, ready to pop into
his brain the moment he saw Tatum for the first time in real life.
The
man didn’t disappoint.
Frozen,
choked by horrifying, appallingly inappropriate waves of lust for another man,
Allen could do nothing but stare.
“Holy
Christ Mary Mother of God, you really are gorgeous.”
Allen
flinched. Jesus Christ, had he really said that out loud? Had he no control
over his mouth anymore? How could he say something so mortifying?
But
then he heard Sidri’s exasperated, “Tatum!”
and realized it hadn’t been him—Tatum had been the one to say what Allen
was thinking out loud.
To
Allen’s surprise, Tatum actually blushed, his ears turning bright red. He
grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. It’s
just, you know, I’d had several people tell me you were a good-looking guy, but
to find out they weren’t exaggerating…” He shrugged, clearing his throat
uncomfortably.
Okay,
now it was Allen’s turn to blush. He had no idea what to do with this
conversation, no idea how he was supposed to react. Obviously, Tatum was not
saying that he himself was attracted to Allen—such an occurrence was about as
likely as astronauts discovering recipes for German sausage on Mars. That he
was embarrassed by his outburst meant he was afraid Allen would misunderstand
his intent.
Did
Tatum think Allen was gay? Christ God
Almighty, please let this not be happening…
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