Warnings: This title contains f/f m/m, multiple partners and ménage, bisexuality, transgender themes, BDSM, and anal sex.

Word Count: 20,900

EXCERPT:

The hallway wasn’t big enough for both of the men to carry Ricky, but much to my surprise Tyree hoisted my sleeping husband over his shoulder, and carried him the rest of the way. I watched spellbound as Tyree’s muscles rippled when he moved. I found myself following him without thinking, just so I could get a better look. Tyree was magnificent.

The door shut behind me once I was inside my room. I could hear Craig talking to Annie outside, but soon their voices disappeared into the distance. I was alone with a heaving, sweaty man and my unconscious husband. I gulped as my fantasy rose up in my mind once more.

“So you’re on honeymoon then?” Tyree asked once he deposited Ricky on the side of the bed.

“That’s right. It’s our first full day here.”

Tyree shook his head, looked down at Ricky. “Have you had the chance to even do anything yet?”

“Do anything?”

“Consummate anything,” he said slowly. “Do you know what consummating a marriage means?” Tyree moved to me with one long stride. He was suddenly far too close. I was trapped between the big man and the door. I couldn’t move.

“I know what it means.” My voice felt small. I couldn’t look at anything but his hard flat chest. How had I got myself into this situation?

“So you’ve had sex?” Tyree sounded as if he didn’t believe me.

“What my husband and I do is none of your business.” I could hardly breathe. My hands fumbled behind my back for the doorknob. Tyree reached around, grasped my hands in just one of his. His bulk pinned me to the door. I couldn’t see anything past Tyree’s muscular body. The big Scotsman became the whole world.

“I could make it my business,” he purred. “Your man’s out for the count. We’re all alone. I could do anything I want.” He ran a thick finger over my breasts. He found my hard nipples instantly. “I could bite down on these tits of yours.” He pinched one of my nipples. The hard pressure made me hiss. “Or maybe you’d like to finger your hot hole whilst you sucked me off? How’s that sound?” I could only whimper as Tyree continued to speak. His grasp on my hands tightened. “I think you’d prefer to be tied up, wouldn’t you? Hands tied behind your back sounds good to me. You wouldn’t want to get away once you were on your knees, and my cock was in your mouth.”

My knickers were flooded. I struggled in his hold with conflicting emotions. Half of me wanted to leap on him, half of me wanted to run like hell.

“Please,” I whispered, but Tyree stopped me from saying anything further.

“I’ll not force you, if that’s what you’re fretting about.” He winked at me. “No, darling, you’ll beg me to screw you before I give you the pleasure.” My breathing faltered in my throat. “Tell me what you want, darling,” Tyree crooned.

I couldn’t believe the audacity of this guy. I’ve never had to beg for anything in my life. No one had ever made me sink so low. But the thought of it made my arse twitch, my nipples strain, and my clit throb like it was burning up.