by Bianca Vix
“Christ, you’re tight.” Dylan’s moving slowly and steadily. He’s big, really big, but I can take him. Shayla runs her fingers through my hair and I lean down to kiss her.
Dylan’s all the way inside of me. I’m gasping as I adjust to him, but it doesn’t take long. I give Shayla one more kiss and the way she looks at me makes my heart race.
Dylan pulls back, still going slow. I let him pick up a little speed before I move myself, sliding my cock further into Shayla. It’s awkward at first but soon enough we all get a good rhythm going. I stroke forward into Shayla and Dylan thrusts into me.
All three of us are panting. The sensation of being fucked while I’m deep inside Shayla is beyond words. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I can’t believe it.
This is the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
Dylan stops moving, letting me rock back and forth between him and Shayla. She bucks her hips up to meet every single pump of mine. I’m getting more erratic. It’s hard to stay in control and when Dylan grabs at my hips again, it’s a good thing.
He pounds into me, so hard that he pushes me forward and into Shayla. He’s doing all the work now.
“It’s like I can feel you both. Like we’re all together, joined like this,” Shayla says softly. “I can’t believe how good this feels.”
“Oh, yeah.” Dylan’s words come out strained.
I’m right there with them, but I can’t find my voice. He’s thrusting without any holding back, taking both Shayla and I, making us his. The intensity building up inside me is insane. The orgasm I’m going to have just might kill me.
I don’t care.
Shayla’s nipples slide against my chest as Dylan pumps faster. My breathing goes ragged. It’s all I can do to try and stay in control of the rising storm inside of me.
Almost without warning, Shayla’s body clenches. Arching up, she writhes beneath me, her head pressing into my shoulder to keep from screaming out her climax. I’m not even sure she can catch her breath before another wave of orgasm strikes her.
She still coming when I start. I have no chance with her muscles clenching tightly around my throbbing cock. I half-collapse onto her, fighting to get enough air to fill my lungs. My head’s spinning in a way that feels like I could almost pass out from everything that’s happening at once.
Still Dylan pounds my ass relentlessly. Tensing my arms as best I can, I brace myself against his onslaught. Partly so we don’t crush Shayla, and partly because I want him to give it to me good and hard.
Dylan’s breathing is rough and harsh. His sweat drips down onto my back, mixing with my own. With a grunt, he’s coming. I shudder as his orgasm starts just as mine’s finishing.
All too soon, Dylan’s pulling out of my ass. He falls down onto his back beside me.
Shayla’s in better condition than either one of us. Lying on her side, her head rests in her hand as she gazes at Dylan and I. Her blue eyes sparkle in that way she has that I adore so much. “This is a pretty nice way to celebrate.” Her voice is low and damn if my well-spent cock doesn’t stir a little at the sexy sound of it. “Don’t you think?”
“Uh huh.” It’s all I can manage to come up with.
“You guys okay?” Shayla’s smirking at us both. Dylan’s a mess and I’m sure I’m no better. “Well and truly fucked?”
He nods, a broad smile making his face light up. “Yeah.”
“I’ll say,” I add.
What? She doesn’t look right.
“Are you crying? Why?”
Shayla brushes a tear from her eye. “I’m not sad. I’m happy. It’s just overwhelming. I love you. I love you both so much. It’s like, too much joy. Do you know what I mean?”
I do. Dylan and I drape ourselves over her, and he speaks up first. “I love you too.” My heart beats hard as his eyes lock with mine. “And you.”
Something blissful cracks open deep inside me, radiating through my whole body. Like the sun coming out after a summer rain.
The words don’t come easy to me. Not yet. If I could somehow play out what I want to say in notes on my guitar, I would.
“I love you. Both of you.” I about choke on the words.
But at least I get them out.
And it’s worth it. Shayla and Dylan are both grinning at me in a way I’ve never seen them do before.
He grabs at my hair, pulling me close for a kiss. “Thought you’d never admit it,” he says when we have to come up for air.
“Me either.” Shayla takes her turn kissing me.
We curl up close to each other, as close as we can get.
This is the best new life I can ever imagine having.
kThe endk
MMF Bisexual Romance from Bianca Vix
Snow Bound
Three coworkers are trapped together. But a dangerous blizzard could become a perfect storm for love.
I’m all about work. Always have been, and even more so since my last relationship ended. I don’t mind being single. Not at all. I get what I need when I need it.
And I’ll do anything to get ahead. Even go on a three week long team building retreat, way the hell out in the middle of nowhere. In winter. Being organized by a woman I can’t stand.
Break Free
Jayden’s not looking for love. Matt wants to settle down. Rachel can’t choose between them.
I’m not looking for love. Who needs it? I’m very wealthy, but I want more. More success. More triumphs. It’s not like I’m missing anything. I’m simply driven to be the very best at what I do. I’ve got a great business, and a best friend who’s always there for me. It’s all working just fine. There’s no need to change anything up.
Until one afternoon when I’m at my second home, the coffee shop just down from my office. A sexy stranger invites herself over to sit at my table. And changes my entire life.
She needs a fake boyfriend. For some reason, I want to play along. Once the act is over, I don’t want to let her go.
Power Surge
I caught my two hot bosses together. Then they invited me to join them.
Rob is the last thing I need in my life. Same with James. But I can’t help what I want. This isn’t how my career is supposed to be starting out. I don’t want to get distracted. Not even by two of the hottest men I’ve ever seen IRL. One’s a man whore. One’s married to his work.
Oh, and did I mention that they’re both my bosses?
There’s no chance that anything good can happen with either one of them. I’m looking for love. So I shouldn’t want them. But I do.
Off Limits
My career’s important to me. I have goals, and I’m going to see them through.
Once I make a name for myself, I’m going to be the one running the show. Nothing’s going to stop me from setting up my own medical clinic with the best of the best working for me. It’s what I need to do.
I didn’t invest so much in becoming a doctor just to get distracted by the possibility of love. Especially with a woman who’s off limits to me. Or a man.
Take a Shot
True love isn’t a game. Games have rules, and this romance breaks them all.
When his knee injury ended his career, Scott Sharpe was left drifting and aimless. Starting a new life in Chicago is going to help him leave his past in the dust, right beside his life-long dream of being a superstar hockey player.
Life is on track for Blake Hawkins. But when his best friend shows up, Scott rocks his world in ways Blake never saw coming.
Lora Berry needs stability. Moving in with her boyfriend is a big step for their relationship. When Scott comes to stay with her and Blake, everything changes. After one hot night that she’ll never forget, Lora wants the kind of love she didn’t even know she was missing out on. But it’s not that easy when you have two very stubborn guys on your hands. When she tries to get everyone together, three hearts are on the line.
Big League
Out on the ice, Miles plays to win.
Reid misses Claire more than ever. She’s the one. He wants her back and he’s ready to fight for her. But the man in his way isn’t someone he can push aside.
Why is it so hard to find someone who wants to commit? At least Claire’s found a hot hockey player to help her get over her last relationship. But her new guy and her ex have a history together that she never expected.
Claire might be ready to open her heart to both men. But love doesn’t come so easily when the past threatens to destroy their future.
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Preview: Snow Bound
Three coworkers are trapped together. But a dangerous blizzard could be a perfect storm for love.
Linc
I’m all about work.
Always have been, and even more so since my last relationship ended. I don’t mind being single. Not at all. I get what I need when I need it. And there’s never a shortage of hotties who will give me what I want on any weekend I choose to go out looking. The rest of my time is my own. I like it that way.
But I’ll do anything to get ahead. Even go on a three week long team building retreat, way the hell out in the middle of nowhere. In winter. Being organized by a woman I can’t stand.
Mykayla
Why is true love so hard to find?
I know I should be totally focused on my brand new career, and I have been. But surely there’s someone out there who’s a perfect match for me. I want so much for it to be Jase, but he’s living with another man. Yes, the most perfect guy in the world is gay.
Just my luck.
Jase
I’m doing pretty well on my own.
But I’m ready to settle down. So I’d be happier with a woman in my life. Or a man. Or both. I’d put the chances of that happening at around zero. Maybe less than zero. I’m so used to hiding who I really am. I’m getting tired of it. Mykayla’s someone I could see myself settling down with. Having a regular life. But I don’t know if I can be with just one person. No matter how great she is.
None of it matters if we can’t survive the storm.
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Chapter 1
Mykayla
Don’t panic. Don’t panic. I’m not going to panic. Everything’s going to be okay.
It has to be.
I grip the steering wheel tighter. That’ll give me more control over the car. Right? I’m going to believe that’s true. Because when the car rental guy told me the road up here is dicey, I never thought he meant anything like this.
He said something about a dirt road. So what? No big deal.
This is not a dirt road. It’s full-on, hard-core mud. With deep ruts in it, although I have no idea how they got there. I haven’t seen a single car in more than half an hour. Not since the truck in front of me turned off onto a side road that I couldn’t even see.
It was a lot easier to follow his lights and swerve whenever he did. I was so tempted to follow him down the road to wherever he was going and ask if I could stay at his place for the night.
Because that would totally work out. That’s how strangers are. Well, maybe they are out here in the middle of nowhere. But that’s not a chance I can take.
So instead, I’m taking my chances on this road. This winding, insanely bumpy road that I can barely see at all because there aren’t any street lights this far out of the city.
I’m sure my knuckles are white under my gloves as I fight to stay on this “road”. I know there are ditches on both sides of it. There’s no way I can even guess at where they are, what with the random piles of snow all around. If they’re as massive as the ones that were visible when I first turned off the main road, I have a very narrow amount of space between my car and their edges.
I could be back in Manhattan right now. Out in a bar on my third glass of wine with my best friends. Or relaxing on my tiny sofa and binging on that new series I’ve been meaning to start. What was it called again? Whatever it is, it’d be better than this.
Even giving my ex a call would be better than this.
Not that I would. I’m recently single and not exactly happy about it. My boyfriend decided he wasn’t ready for a relationship. That was pretty hilarious to find out, since we were already in one. The icing on the cake was that just three weeks after he walked out of my tiny apartment and my life, I found out that he got back with his ex and had already proposed to her.
After three weeks.
At least I’m getting out of town, even if it’s not to a luxury resort or exotic place like I’d hoped.
Curling my fingers around the coffee I picked up on my way out of town, I try to feel its warmth. But my coffee has not only gone cold, the cup’s practically empty.
I swallow the dregs anyway. I need all the help I can get to make it up to the cabin without sliding off the road into one of the ditches. Or getting stuck in a snow bank.
I’m here because of work. I love my job. I really, really love my job. That’s why I’m driving upstate alone on a Thursday night. Right? But I sure as hell never expected a truly harrowing drive to be part of the deal when I volunteered to help out with our annual company retreat.
I joined Xojo just after their last team-building event. Everybody was talking about it, and I was so jealous to have missed out. I expected this year’s one to be even more spectacular. Or at the very least, equally fabulous.
“You’re going to love it.” My boss meant what he said to me at the time. Sam’s really big on team players, and I want to climb up the ladder as fast as I can. I’ve dreamed of making it in New York my whole life.
Now, I don’t have the glamorous life I want. No penthouse apartment. No flashy car or closet full of designer dresses. Not yet. But it’s out there for me. I can feel it. Everything I’ve ever wanted, just waiting for me if I work hard enough.
And so when Sam put out the call for help with organizing this year’s big staff retreat, I stepped right up. I like planning events anyway. This is way more of a working retreat than a fun one, but still. I’m not in charge of setting up the work schedule, so I’ve been working on the fun side of it as much as I can. Everyone’s going to have a blast if I have anything to do with it.
Even in spite of the fact that instead of jetting off to Australia or Jamaica like Xojo’s always done in the past, we’re going to a cabin.
A cabin. In the middle of winter. That is so not what I expected when Sam called a meeting to announce the location they chose.
He was clearly uncomfortable when he started talking. “As you know, we’ve had lots of layoffs this year. Lots of changes. That’s going to affect our annual retreat. Don’t worry, we’re still going to have one. But it’ll be a little different than our usual. We’ll be going upstate, to my cabin near Redfern.”
My heart sank as he made the announcement. Seriously? I almost spoke out loud. I caught myself just in time.
Still, I felt bad for
Sam. He’s a great boss, and he was genuinely sad about having to make such a big change. So I have to wait another year to be part of a truly legendary Xojo retreat. Things will pick up by then, I’m sure.
He turned to me. “Mykayla. Best if you can head up to the cabin as early as possible. Make sure everything’s in place. I know it’s not going to be the exotic trip that everyone was expecting. So I want to make sure this retreat is going to go as smoothly as possible. That we’ll all have as much fun as we can.”
So here I am. Driving up to a remote cabin in the pitch black night, on something that really shouldn’t even be called a road.
I flick the windshield wipers on. It’s starting to snow. I do love snow. But there’s a time and a place for it.
And this isn’t it.
I’m seriously considering turning back and trying to find a hotel in the last town I passed through. Surely this drive should be at least a little easier in the daylight.
I’m wondering how I can do a u-turn when I can’t see much of anything, or if it’d be better to just throw the car into reverse for the entire way back. A voice breaks into my scattered thoughts.
“Turn here.”
It’s my phone.
I slow almost to a stop. There’s a fence running along the side of the road that I didn’t notice before, stretching for miles in both directions. I squint into the inky blackness.
“Turn where?” I ask it. “Come on. Help me out here.”
“Turn here.”
“Okay, okay.” I’m about to reprogram the maps app to redirect from my current location when something catches my eye.