Risk Is A Four-Letter Word
By Erin M. Leaf
Menage, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, MMF
Word Count: 37,800
Heat Level 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
What if you met your soul-mates on the beach and didn't realize it? How many chance encounters would it take before you risked everything and let yourself fall in love with not one, but two men?
For Carrie, losing her bikini top in the ocean leads to an erotic encounter with two gorgeous guys. For Eric and Zeke, the steamy kiss they share with her is an amusing interlude on a sunny, summer day, but when the three of them meet again at the art museum, attraction turns into passion. Zeke and Eric realize their feelings for each other are just as potent as their desire for Carrie. Will they risk everything and choose love? Will Carrie be willing to take that leap with them when loving two men means goodbye to her safe, conventional existence?
The first time Carrie Haake set eyes on the two most gorgeous men in the world, she was cowering in the ocean, frantically trying to locate her missing bikini top. Okay, actually she was totally failing to find it. The waves rolled around her, smirking at her misery as she squatted beneath thigh-high surf, collecting sand in the bottom half of her bathing suit. The top was nowhere to be seen. She frantically twisted her head back and forth, looking for the bright-red scrap of fabric. Crap!
"Aunt Carrie! Look! We built a moat!" one of her nieces cried from the shore.
Carrie hunched down further into the water. "That's awesome, Gina! So cool!"
She hoped the girl wouldn't wonder why her favorite and only aunt wasn't coming to inspect their work. She peered into the murky water, keeping her hands around her boobs. Nada. She glanced at her nieces and nephew ten feet away on shore happily building their sand castle. Carrie's sister Olivia, the children's mother, snoozed under the family umbrella, oblivious to the drama happening right in front of her. Still no sign of her top. Double crap!
Carrie cursed her sister under her breath. It was Olivia's fault she'd lost it, anyway. "Take a risk, Carrie," Olivia had said. "You never try anything new these days." Bah. Carrie wanted to smack herself upside the head, but that would require letting go of the goods. That would not be cool, she thought. The world does not need to see your double D's.
"Is this what you're looking for?" a deep voice asked.
Carrie startled and jerked her head around, trying to locate the body that had produced such a lovely sound. Unfortunately the movement set her left breast free so she ducked even further under the water, getting a nose full of foam. After she finished coughing she looked up. Her mouth dropped open.
Standing before her were two men. Or maybe they were gods. One had curly brown hair tousled sexily around his face and a tattoo of a hummingbird on his right wrist. The other had shoulder-length chestnut hair gleaming with gold highlights. He had no tattoos that she could see, but his pierced nipples were sexy enough. The man didn't need any more decoration. And hot damn were the two of them built. Carrie always thought abs like that were fake, a result of some good photo editing software and careful lighting, but clearly she'd been mistaken. Both men sported sleek muscles and a light dusting of hair on their chests. Both wore baggy swimsuits drooping low on their abdomens.
Carrie swallowed again, tearing her eyes away from their naked chests. Safer to look elsewhere, right? Wrong. Their thighs, just visible above the waves, were as phenomenal as the rest of them. They stood close together, comfortable in each other's company. The dark-haired man dangled her bikini top from his right hand like a wilted flower. The hummingbird tattooed on his wrist looked disgusted. No nectar there.
"Miss? Is this yours?" he asked again.
Carrie cleared her throat. "Um, yeah, thanks. Where did you find it?" She made no move to get out of the water. The men made no move to come closer. She wondered if they realized she wasn't going to be able to simply stand up and take back the top.
"It was floating about twenty feet out," the other man said. His lovely tenor voice gave Carrie the shivers.
"Thanks for rescuing it." She told herself to stop staring at his nipples before he noticed her fascination but every time she looked away her eyes landed on another delicious body part. Between his piercings and the dark-haired man's unlikely tattoo, she felt like someone had clocked her on the head.
"We couldn't just leave it there. Someone might get the wrong idea about this beach," Dark-Haired Man said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Carrie narrowed her eyes. Was he being snarky? The sounds of shrieking children drifted around their little bubble of awkwardness while Carrie shifted in the water uncomfortably. She was starting to get cold. Even in July, the Atlantic Ocean wasn't what she'd call warm. And this particular beach on the coast of Maryland was about as far as you could get from the topless decadence of Spain.
"Can I have my bikini back? Please?" She hoped one of them would take the hint and come closer so she could snatch the fabric. She might not be able to preserve her dignity, but she could probably spare the middle-aged couple wading closer a bit of a shock.
Dark-haired Man smiled. "Sure. If you tell us your name." He moved closer.
Carrie pursed her lips. He was bribing her? Hmph. She supposed it couldn't hurt to tell them. "I'm Carrie. Nice to meet you." She did not stick out her hand.
He wrapped the string of her top around his finger. "I'm Zeke. This is my friend Eric."