Sneak Peek: The Visitor (A Friendly FMM Ménage Tale)

Sneak Peek: The Visitor (A Friendly FMM Ménage Tale)

TheVisitor-coverHey! Happy holidays!

Hope you’ve had a wonderful week — and that Santa (or not-Santa) was good to you, no matter how naughty you may have been.

My week’s been wonderful, though busy. Still, I’ve managed to get a bunch of writing done, which is always exciting!

I’ve got another threesome story that’s almost ready for posting that I wanted to let you know about: The Visitor. It’s the story of Lea, a young woman who’s flying into Atlanta for a job interview… and for a sofa-surfing stay at the apartment of her best friend’s older brother, a firefighter she’s had a crush on for years. Here’s a sneak peek:

The plane finally landed and Lea rented a beat-up old Civic. She was in town for a job interview, and Sean had told her that he’d have loved to pick her up, but he wasn’t going to be getting off duty until about the time Lea landed, and since she was going to need a car anyway, she drove herself north from the airport — around the city and into Cobb County, where Sean shared an apartment with another fireman, and where Lea would be sleeping on the couch while she was in town.

Well, she thought let’s not lie: Lea hoped that she wouldn’t be sleeping on their couch. She hoped very much that she would at last be sharing Sean’s bed. She knew that she should have been thinking about the interview, but hey — there are lots of jobs. There was only one Sean, and she’d lusted after him for far too long.

Well. She was thinking about the job interview. It was for the position of assistant business manager of a mid-sized professional theater — her chance finally to work somewhere other than the glorified community theaters she’d been slaving at since graduation. She was excited by the opportunity.

But Sean….

Her thoughts anywhere but on the road, she followed her phone’s directions around the city, past dozens of malls, hotels, and office buildings mostly bearing the name Peachtree Whatever, and out into the gently rolling hills and lush greenery of the Atlanta suburbs. “Exit the highway,” said her phone, and she exited. “Turn left,” it intoned, and she turned left.

She wondered if she could give her GPS voice a Southern accent. Tuhn leyeft, honey. That thought made Lea smile.

She reached the complex, parked, and followed Sean’s very clear directions to his second-floor apartment.  Fighting down the images of Sean’s broad chest — and narrow hips — that had driven her to the airplane lavatory, she knocked on the door.

A muffled voice called out, “C’me in! It’s unlocked.”

She opened the door and was assaulted simultaneously by the delicious smells of something sweet baking and something frying, as well as by the vision of the tall, tapered figure at the stove.

Sean. Cooking. Looking like every masturbatory fantasy Lea had ever had about him, only better. Except fully dressed. Shit.

“Sorry I couldn’t come to the door,” he said in that sweet Georgia drawl.  He finished flipping something in the pan. “I’m up to my elbows in fried chicken. Hope you like — ”

Lea threw her arms around him from behind and took joy in squeezing his chest hard. “I love it! Thank you so much for having me.”

“Uh. Welcome.” He stiffened before relaxing and turning in her grasp. “Nice to meet you, too, miss.”

Lea looked up at the eyes smiling down at her. Brown. At the dimpled chin. Not Sean. Oh, SHIT. She released the man — he had to be Sean’s roomie — and stammered, “I’m so, so… I, uh…”

“Naw, miss, don’t be sorry, that was a nice hello, no doubt!” The roommate put down his tongs and smiled at her. He held out his enormous hand. “I’m Andrew. You must be Lea.”

She shook his hand and nodded, still speechless.

His grin grew. “Really, don’t feel bad. It happens more often than you’d think — the captain mixes us up so much he’s taken to just calling us the Twins.”

“Huh,” Lea grunted. She was feeling the ghost of that muscled chest on her fingers.

“There you are, Lea!” Another Southern voice called from the other side of the apartment. She turned: it was Sean, no doubt this time. Blue eyes. Square jaw. Nothing on but a towel around his waist. Oh. Shitty shit-shit. He ran his hand through his short, wet hair. “Sorry, I was just taking a shower, I didn’t want you to have to smell me like the hog I am.”

“Huh,” Lea repeated.

Sean smiled warmly. “I see you met Andy. I hope, Andy,” he said, his voice lowering in mock threat, “that you’ve conducted yourself like a gentleman toward this young lady.”

“I wasn’t the one came out half-naked,” joked Andy.

Lea found her voice. “Besides, I was the one molesting him.”

Sean raised his eyebrow, that supremely wicked grin on display.

“Yeah,” laughed Andy, “lucky me! She thought I was you. Couldn’t see your ugly face ‘cause I was dealing with supper.”

“My ugly face!”

“Anyhow,” Andy laughed, “why didn’t you tell me our visitor was such a bombshell? Begging your pardon, Miss Lea.”

Lea felt Sean’s eyes flash to hers, saw the smile turn from wicked to evil. “Didn’t want you getting ideas, Andy.”

Lea couldn’t think of anything to say to that.

“Ideas, huh?” Andy snorted and turned back to the stove. “You go get some pants on, boy, and we’ll have some supper and then we can talk about who’s getting ideas.”

Now Sean’s grin turned sunny again; he waved and turned, and Lea was treated to the sight of his retreating, naked, rippling back and his tight, towel-clad ass as they made their way down the hall.

I’m getting ideas, Lea thought, and then tried very hard not to think any more.

What do you think? I’d love any feedback you might have! Like the cover? Want to read more? 😀

Some more news on the way, but I wanted to share this as soon as possible.


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