Story Excerpt
Headlights appeared, coming from the direction of town.
"Great! Maybe it's someone who can help me get my damned car out of this hole."
The door handle felt cold under her hand when she tried to pull it and open the heavy panel. Gravity wasn't her friend, even though she pushed with everything she had, it wouldn't budge.
"Hello? Anyone in there?" A deep baritone yelled while he tapped on the window.
"Yes! I can't get the door open."
"Hang on," he said and disappeared for a second.
"Wait! Where are you going? Don't leave me in here. I'll freeze to death."
"I'm not leavin', honey. Hold tight."
The endearment sent a little flutter in her stomach. No one called her honey or darlin'. Then again, this was Montana, home of the gentleman cowboy where every female was honey, darlin', or sweetheart.
Metal squeaked and groaned, but the driver's side finally opened.
"Hey there. In a bit of a pickle, huh?"
"You could say so, yes."
"Can you crawl out while I hold this open?"
"I think so."
The snow crunched under her boots when her feet touched. The man let the door bang shut behind her.
"Thank you," she said, trying not to slide into the hole behind her.
"You're welcome. How'd you end up in there anyway?"
"My car fishtailed in the snow and in the gap I went. What's it look like?"
"Easy. Just askin'," he replied, pushing his black cowboy hat back on his head.
"Can you help me get it out?"
"Sorry, darlin'. I have four-wheel drive, but it doesn’t matter. Your car ain't goin' anywhere. The drive train snapped."
"You're kidding."
"Nope, I saw it in two pieces when I drove up. Are you sure you ain't hurt?"
"I'm fine other than bruised pride."
"Where are you goin' and I'll give you a lift?"
"Into Red Rock. My grandmother's actually."
"You ain't from here are you?"
"Not anymore, why?"
"You used to be?"
"Yes, actually. I was born and raised here until my parents moved us out of town about twelve years ago. My Gram still lives here."
"What's your name?"
She frowned, clamping her lips closed, afraid she already gave out too much information. If the man happened to be a psycho or something, she probably already told him enough to find her.
As if he could read her mind, he said, "I'm not some weirdo, just a good 'ole country boy. Born and raised here and trying to help a lady in distress."
"Are you serious? I don't believe you." She cocked her head to the side, studying his features the best she could in the dim light, "My name is Natalie Bennington."
"Nat? The same Nat in the band?"
"No one calls me Nat."
"I did, or should I say we use to. Me and Kale anyway."
"Cade Weston?"
Adult Excerpt
"Kiss me."
"Oh, I plan to, darlin'." He kissed her eyelids. "Here." He kissed her cheeks. "Here." He kissed her nose. "And especially here." His tongue swept across the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him. The moan coming from her mouth didn't sound like anything she ever heard
before—part animalistic and part inhuman, the sound took her by surprise. "You taste good. I could eat you up."
One hand palmed her breast and teased the nipple through her bra. With a quick flick of his fingers, the material parted, and the ache intensified with the look in his eyes. Hunger, raw desire, and need sparkled in the blue depths.
He closed his lips over her nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth.
Her back arched and yearning rushed through her. Red-hot longing spiraled from his suckling straight to her clit. She wanted this man—needed him with everything inside of her.
"Cade, please," she whimpered, threading her fingers in his hair.
"Where's your room?" he asked after lifting his head.
"Up the stairs and to the right. First door."
With a powerful flex of his muscled thighs, he lifted her high in the air and cradled her against chest. Swift steps took them upstairs and to her temporary bedroom. A small lamp on the bedside table gave her just enough light to see the wicked smile on his lips and the shine of desire in his gaze. He dropped her legs, sliding her down his body. Every rock hard inch of his tempting flesh skimmed over hers. Nipples tightened and ached as they scraped over the material of his dress shirt and jacket.
"You're still dressed," she murmured. Her lips met his whiskered jaw and slipped over the surface. Her tongue circled his ear, her teeth nipping at his earlobe.
"Why, yes I am. We'll have to rectify the situation quickly." One hearty moan spilled from his lips. "If you don't knock it off, this is gonna be a short ride, darlin'. It's been a while."
"We don't want that, now do we?"
"Hell no. I want to love you slow."
"Sounds like a plan to me. By the way? You talk too much."
"You won't hear another peep out of me."
A challenge? I like challenges.
"No?"
He shook his head, and she cocked an eyebrow, letting a wicked grin play across her mouth. The slow unbuttoning of his shirt didn't garner a sound—pushing it and his jacket off his shoulders…nothing.
Oh, I don't think so.
Unbuckling his belt while her teeth nipped at his pecs and grazed his nipples, got her no response, and she smiled.
It's on baby!
His pants and boxers fell to the floor with a slight nudge of her hands. The full length of his cock sprang free, standing tall and proud against his stomach, just begging for her touch—her mouth. A quick peek through her lashes revealed his clenched jaw, the firm line of his lips as he fought the sounds in his throat, blue eyes sparkling like sunlight on the open ocean.
"Do you want to say something?"
The jerking shake of his head gave her the answer.
His fists clenched at his sides. Touching her would give him away, she knew.
She flattened her palm on his chest, slowly sliding it over the valleys and planes of his body. Goose bumps followed the path of her hand, while crisp chest hair tickled her skin. Saliva pooled in her mouth with the need to taste him. Every tempting piece of flesh called her name, urging her to bring her mouth closer still. The path of her lips followed the trail of hair from the center of his chest, across his washboard abs, to the tip of his cock. Pre-cum glistened on the slit. His breathing sounded short and raspy. She dropped to her knees, grasped both of his ass cheeks in her hands, pulling him closer. Musky male, mixed with his arousal, met her nose. She licked her lips, opened her mouth, and took the head of his cock between her lips. The swirl of her tongue around him got the desired response. A hearty moan spilled from between his lips, and he threaded his fingers through her hair.
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Reviewer: Alberta
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Natalie Bennington has come home to Montana to care for her ailing grandmother. When she lived here, she was the nerdy girl who played flute in the school band, ignored by Cade and Kale, two football heroes who were so handsome they had their pick of all the girls in school. Now Nat has grown up and she meets the two men who both fall hard for her.
When they admit that they have a fantasy of both of them making love to her at the same time, she is scared, curious, overwhelmed and above all, incredibly turned on.
She dates both of them, in between the health problems of her grandmother and the interference of her mother, but can't decide if she likes one or the other better, or if she is wanton enough to take them up on the offer of a ménage a trois. The decision is taken from her as the two hot men, with the encouragement of her grandmother, kidnap Nat and proceed to teach her how to please two men at the same time.
But will she be able to separate the men? Does she want to continue to see both, together or one at a time? Does either or both of them love her, or is it just the thrill of the ménage? And what can a future bring in a small town where she is with two men?
I liked these three people. I come from a western cowboy background and found the personalities to be quite familiar as a type. However, most men, when they think of a ménage a trois, think of one man with two women. Many men can't imagine themselves sharing a woman, and baring their prowess to another man in the same bed. Cade and Kale obviously care a great deal for each other and have no such inhibitions. This is certainly to Natalie's favor, as she reaps the benefits from their easiness with each other.
But the mores of society and the natural inclination of women to find one mate and be emotionally involved with him are strong in Nat and we know that ultimately she will only choose one. Love Me Once, Love Me Twice is well written, although I kind of wished that it hadn't ended quite so quickly. Would have liked another threesome scene to help Nat make up her mind... I even found myself hoping they would find a way to live together as a threesome.
I'm not sure of the motivation behind putting Cade's dad and Nat's mom into the mix, since those two didn't meet at all in this book. Maybe a sequel for the parents?
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