Praise for Larissa Lyons
for Tied Between Two Lovers ~
4 Stars from Romantic Times - The chemistry of this sexy threesome romance is hot enough to scorch the pages. Brooks and Lyons have written wonderfully scarred characters who develop into a solid unit able to heal some of those scars.
4.5 Excellent - This is a fascinating and complex romance and worth every second spent reading. A lover of erotic romance could not ask for a better example of how it should be done. Romance Readers Connection
for Restrain Me,
CAPA nominee for Best Contemporary Erotic Romance of 2009 ~
5 Hearts - Bo is an absolutely rugged alpha cowboy who will play on the reader's hearts. The naughty, raw, and delightfully submissive loving will have the reader turning page and after page… The Romance Studio
TOP PICK! 5 Stars - This is the first book in a hilarious series…I think I have fallen in love with the McKenzie family. Terri for Night Owl Romance
Blurbs and excerpts for Larissa’s other electronic and print titles can be read on her website, LarissaLyons.com.
A Heart for Adam…& Rick! is dedicated to M.E. whose wisdom and encouragement have helped me tremendously. Thank you a thousand times over (I just had to get a Regency-ism in here somewhere). :-) Larissa
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Electronic publication: May 2011
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Table of Contents
Prologue ~ What the Husband Plots
Chapter One ~ What the Wife Thinks
Chapter Two ~ What She Finally Realizes
Epilogue ~ What Happens to the Friend
A Heart for Adam…& Rick!
Larissa Lyons
*MAD*FACTS* 6000 words • M/F/M Ménage • Contemporary Erotica. WINNER ~ 2009 BetterSex.com Erotic Fiction Contest.
Can one stressed-out mom let go long enough if the rewards promise to be worth it? This one can!
Two years after being blessed with twin boys, Kelli’s still having a tough time feeling desirable. So when her husband whisks her away for a romantic weekend, complete with chocolate and lake house, she promises herself to leave her exhaustion and inhibitions behind.
What she’s not expecting is for Adam to seduce her out of her swimsuit just in time for their good friend Rick to arrive—where both men proceed to show her just how sexy she really is.
*MAD*WARNING* This short erotic story features a harried wife, her loving husband, and a friend of theirs who joins in the fun. Expect melting chocolates and sweaty bodies. Oh, and orgasms—several! This encounter is meant to entice and arouse. Mature audiences only!
What the Husband Plots
I’ve had it with excuses, and my cock’s had it with my hand. Time to prove to my wife she’s still the red-hot woman I married, and if she won’t believe me, maybe it’s time I took Rick up on his offer.
From the moment we met, I thought Kelli was as hot as they came—firm tits, flat stomach, tight ass. Hair like sunshine glinting off strawberries. I was her first; taught her everything she knows. And I’ve loved it—loved her—the six years we’ve been together.
But I’m beyond my wits’ end figuring out how to light her fire and give her back her confidence now that the babies and “damn cellulite” (her words, not mine) have arrived. To hear Kelli say it, “firm, flat and tight” now equal “saggy, baggy and pudgy”.
Which is ridiculous—she’s still damn gorgeous, as are the two rambunctious boys she’s given me. Ever since I flipped the calendar over to the new year, I keep thinking it’s time I gave her something in return.
Something special—that confidence she seems to have lost now that we have twin toddlers running around who keep us both on our toes but who also keep Kelli from taking any time for herself.
“I just don’t feel sexy anymore,” she confesses in a whisper then ducks into the bathroom with an apologetic shrug as if embarrassed by the admission, but not about to let me get close to her physically…using the asinine excuse of an extra pound or two, a faded stretch mark or three to keep me far, far away.
So, she won’t believe me when I tell her how hot she still is?
Well, maybe she’ll believe Rick…
Chapter One
What the Wife Thinks
“Gravy boat,” I murmured as the late-morning sun warmed every inch of my oiled body not covered by my husband’s massaging fingers.
“Gravy boat, huh?” Adam roved dangerously close to that intimate part of me that had never seen the light of day before now, the part that was sweating with pure, liquid lust, teasing me, taunting me before retreating to smooth his hands over my buttocks.
It was shaping up to be the best Valentine’s on record. Adam had whisked me out to the very lake house we’d rented to celebrate our engagement. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this relaxed. Any more and I’d melt right to the deck—that or dissolve in a puddle of pure sexual want.
Today was the first time in ages I didn’t have one ear cocked for the two-year-olds’ cries, crashes or calls of Mommy! I’d become so attuned to listening for. The first time in ages I felt completely connected to myself and in my own skin. Now if I could just quit worrying about what the view of my plump rump looked like from Adam’s perspective…
Squinting, I angled my neck to glance up at him. “Yup. Gravy boat.”
“I’ve got my wife alone for the first time in years, got my—” he paused to pick up the bottle of massage oil and drip some more over my lower back, reading the label while he did so, “Plumeria Passion’ed gloppy hands all over her naked backside and she’s thinking gravy boats?”
“Um-hmm.” Closing my eyes, I stifled a chuckle and rested my head on my arms. I felt way too good to worry about my bulgy bottom. Or why we hadn’t thought to do this sooner. “But not just any gravy boat. Great Aunt Sophie’s gravy boat,” I stressed. “The sterling Sheffield from the ’30s. Mom’s been after me to let her have it. Think I’ll offer up the boys instead. Will she go for it, do you think?”
Adam leaned forward and rubbed the flowery-smelling oil over my shoulders. I felt his hard, muscular thigh graze against me. Mmmm. I’d just decided lake houses with outdoor, fenced decks—complete with a Jacuzzi and full-length lounge chairs—were better than homemade brownies. With icing.
“Let me get this straight.” Adam interrupted my chocolate reverie. “You’re offering to trade our sons in lieu of a gravy boat?” He punctuated the question by biting down on my ear the same second he slapped one side of my ass.
I reared up, another long-missed flare of need crashing through me. He’d been doing this since we left the kids at my mom’s last night—keeping me in a near-constant state of arousal. Without once giving me satisfaction. Or his cock!
For months now, he’s been pestering me for sex. Nuh-uh. Pester isn’t the right word…hinting. Strongly hinting. But it’s difficult to feel sexy on command with B-cup breasts gone XXL from nursing two babies. With a stomach that won’t go concave no matter how many sets of hundreds I do. With the expectation of being interrupted any second. But not today, I reminded myself. Today—heck, the entire weekend—was all ours and I could feel every cell of my body responding to that knowledge.
When I didn’t answer soon enough, he sucked the lobe of my ear inside his mouth and spanked me again. I just might be quiet more often.
A couple slaps later, after he’d thoroughly heated my bottom, he wedged the tips of his fingers in my crack, sliding them down until he nudged my anus. I groaned and widened my thighs, my pelvis pressing into the towel-covered deck chair just as my head tilted toward his tormenting tongue.
“You gonna keep teasing me all day or do something about it, Romeo?” I tried to lift onto my knees, press my butt against his probing fingers, but he released my ear and pushed me down with one hand lodged between my shoulder blades.