Two Are Better Than One (7 page)

Love? Where had
that word come from? Hannah could have kicked herself for exposing so much of
her feelings.

The men glanced at
each other and then returned their gazes on her. Hannah shifted her stance,
feeling as if she was under a microscope.

“Ah love,” Declan
said after a moment. “I’m sorry, but things have already changed for us.”

Hannah took a step
back and hugged her middle. “I see.” She was a disappointment to them. Tears
stung her eyes and she blinked them back. Now was not the time to be emotional.
She waved her hand in the air. “It’s cool. No worries.” She turned to pick up
her bikini, but Declan grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“You don’t
understand.” Declan waited for her to straighten and meet his gaze. “You’re
special to us, Hannah.”

“Declan and I are
looking for a special woman to share our love with. Someone who captivates both
of us and accepts our non-traditional relationship.” Quinn approached and stood
beside her.

“You have?”

“And I think we’ve
finally found her,” Declan said.

“What?” She looked
from Quinn to Declan and back again. “It must be the afterglow. You can’t
possibly mean that.”

“Why not?” Quinn
asked.

“We only had sex
once,” she said.

“And it was
incredible,” Declan said. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

Hannah shook her
head in confusion. “But you barely know me.”

“We have known you
all year. It’s enough to know that you’re the one we want,” Quinn said.

“But I’m—”

“Beautiful?” said
Declan.

“Charming?” Quinn
added.

“Funny?” Declan
inched closer.

“Stop.” She
chuckled. “It’s just that, I don’t know. This is all happening so fast.”

“We understand.”
Quinn ran his fingers over her shoulder. “Look why don’t you try things out
with us for a while. Date us both and we can continue to explore this
connection between us.”

“If you find that
being in a permanent threesome isn’t for you, then you can walk away, no
questions asked,” Declan added.

A permanent
threesome? Did people actually do that in real life? Hannah thought that type
of stuff only happened in books. Could she really date both men? She considered
each of them in turn.

“What do you have
to lose?” Quinn asked.

“Give what we have
a chance, Hannah,” Declan added. “Don’t give up before we’ve even started.”

“But it’s so
unconventional.”

“The heart wants
what it wants,” Quinn said as he held his hands out to his sides.

“And we want you,”
Declan said.

“I don’t know.”

“Quinn and I have
been in an unconventional relationship for quite some time.” Declan shrugged.
“You get used to it and eventually it becomes normal.”

She supposed that
was true, and it wasn’t like Hannah was actively looking for approval from
anyone. Why not do something that would make her happy?

Seize the
moment.

Could she really
be in a relationship with both men? The old Hannah would shy away, too scared
to take such a risk. If dating Quinn and Declan didn’t work out, it would be
twice the heartache and misery. Twice the pain.

But the old Hannah
was fading away. The new Hannah had just defended herself from an unwanted
lover and had wild, passionate sex with Quinn and Declan. She had seized the
moment and now it was time to seize it again.

Didn’t Quinn tell
her to not underestimate herself?

Who cared what
others thought of their relationship, as long as they were in love?

“Okay,” she said.

“Okay?” Quinn
asked.

“Okay, I’ll date
both of you and give what we have a chance.”

The men embraced
her and she felt their affection infuse her body. It was addictive.

“You’ve made us
the happiest guys in the world,” Quinn said.

“And we’ll do
everything we can to make sure you don’t regret your decision,” Declan
whispered.

Hannah already
knew that she wouldn’t regret her decision. For the first time in her life she
wasn’t living vicariously through one of her erotic novels, she was
experiencing it for herself. This was her decision, and she suspected it was
the right one. She cared deeply for both Quinn and Declan, and they cared for
her. The men had taught her how to seize the moment and live life to its
fullest. Thanks to them, Hannah now had the confidence to handle anything.

Two men were
definitely better than one.

~~The End~~

If you liked
Two
Are Better Than One
, then you might like some of my other erotic romances.
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What follows is an excerpt from the fourth book in the Ecstasy Spa series: The
Great Escape. The books in this series are loosely connected, and can be read
in any order. The Great Escape is the first M/M/F ménage story in the series. Enjoy!

~~The Great
Escape~~

Chapter One

“You’re right.
She’s amazing.” Marco stood up from the red, velvet couch and walked across the
tiled floor to the one-way glass. “Why didn’t you tell me about her before?”

“I did, but you
were on your way to some meeting with the Arabs and didn’t have time to talk.”
Gianni ran his finger along the glass, as if tracing her curves.

Marco glanced over
at his lover. Gi’s dark locks fell in layers around his angular face, and his
broad, muscular shoulders were covered by a white, terrycloth robe that ended
just above the knee. An image of a blooming flower and the words ‘Ecstasy Spa’
were embroidered in red and gold across his back. Marco knew that Gi was
completely naked under that robe, and the knowledge gave him an enormous
hard-on.

Marco cleared his
throat and tore his gaze away from Gianni’s rough, muscular legs and up to his
face. “How long have you been seeing her?”

Gi looked away
from the glass and frowned. “I’d never date someone behind your back,
tesoro
.
You know that.”

“I know, Gi.”
Although technically it wouldn’t have been behind Marco’s back, since they were
separated at the time, but he didn’t want to dwell on that point.

Marco placed his
hand on his lover’s shoulder and felt the ripple of muscle. Desire stirred in
his lower abdomen and his cock swelled. It had been a long time since he and
Gianni had sex. Hard, passionate, mind-numbing sex. There was just too much
baggage between them. Marco had a plan to change all of that, however.

“I’m glad you
could find comfort and companionship while I was away, even if it was only with
one of your clients.” Marco lowered his hand from Gi’s shoulder as regret
washed over him. The temporary separation was a stupid idea. So wasn’t Marco’s
suggestion that Gi find comfort with his clients at the Ecstasy Spa. Both were
both spoken in the heat of the moment. Many things were said before the
business trip to Dubai that were based on emotion, not rational thought. Now he
couldn’t take those words back.

Deep down, Marco
couldn’t blame Gianni for finding comfort in the arms of another. Gi was the type
of man who needed to share his life with someone. He was no good alone.

Neither was Marco.

Marco had to go to
the Dubai on business. Gi didn’t want him to get on yet another plane and leave
him alone for months on end. Words were exchanged, and things were said that
neither one of them were proud of. They had both agreed to use the time as a
great escape from their on-again, off-again relationship. They were to
reevaluate things and decide what, if anything, they could do to salvage the
mess they had made.

Marco had never
felt so sick and alone in his life as he did in that empty hotel room in Dubai.
It was an enormous relief when, six weeks into the trip, Gianni called him and
told him that he felt the same way.

Gi closed his eyes
as pain worked its way over his features. “Your idea was for me to find someone
for a permanent threesome, not to form attachments to women who may or may not
suit our needs.”

“True, but if you
discovered that you had certain…affections for this woman, then it would make
convincing her that much easier.”

Gianni opened his
eyes and turned his back to Marco, but not before Marco caught the wistfulness
crossing his features. “It doesn’t matter how I feel about her. It’s against
spa policy to date clients.”

“If she agrees,
she’ll no longer be your client, but your lover.” Marco turned back to the
curvy, auburn-haired beauty and watched her slip a white robe over her
nakedness. The markings on the robe matched the ones that Gianni wore. “Our
permanent lover,” he whispered.

Marco loved Gi
with all of his heart, but something was missing from the relationship. A year
ago, he got his lover to admit it too. Since then, they had been on a quest to
find a third to satisfy both of their kinky appetites and close the growing gap
between them.

When they first
started dating they had been so close, but Marco’s hectic business schedule and
Gianni’s insecurities and neediness were driving them apart. They had never
talked about this growing rift, and Marco had hoped that ignoring it would make
it go away. Then right before he left for Dubai, everything came out into the
open, and he could no longer deny the truth. If things continued the way they
had been for the past year, he’d lose Gianni, and the thought made his chest
ache and his stomach turn.

Hopefully, his
instincts were right and a threesome would be what they needed to inject new
life into their relationship. A new kink and dynamic would make things fresh.
Then, after this deal went through with the Arabs, Marco could take some time
off and treat Gianni the way he deserved to be treated. The auburn-haired woman
too, if everything went according to plan.

Silence surrounded
both men as they watched the woman move about the room. Gianni had said that
her name was Sienna. Marco mouthed the word as if it could somehow brand her to
them. A lot was riding on this moment. If this threesome didn’t work out, then
Marco was out of options. It would be only be a matter of months before he and
Gianni separated again, perhaps for good.

Sienna had long, wavy,
auburn-colored hair and pale, ivory skin. Her short, petite frame was soft and
round, the complete opposite in physical appearance to his and Gianni’s hard
bodies and olive skin. The image of the three of them together flashed through
Marco’s mind and made his cock ache.

“I think she
enjoys me,” Gi said after a moment.

Marco tore his
gaze away from the beautiful redhead and glanced up at his lover. “Really?”

Gianni nodded.
“She had an appointment with me right after you left for Dubai— about eight months
ago. She has since come back once a week like clockwork and has requested me
each and every time. That has got to mean something.” He turned away from the
window and focused on Marco. “Doesn’t it?”

“Why didn’t you
tell me this on the phone?”

Gianni looked back
through the glass at the petite sex goddess. “It didn't seem important at the
time. Lots of clients prefer certain staff members, but that doesn't mean they
want more than sex. I hope that I'm not mistaken about her. If she’s not
interested in us…things could get messy. I could lose my position at the spa.”

 “I know. It’s
worth the risk though, don’t you think? It’s not as if you are doing this for
the money.”

Gi stared out the
window in silence. Seconds passed and Marco shifted his stance as a feeling of
unease made its way through him. “We are still looking for a permanent
threesome, aren’t we?”

“Yes, it’s just…”
Gianni sighed as he ran his fingers down the length of the window. “It’s been
so damn lonely without you,
tesoro
.” Some indefinable emotion crossed
over his features. “I’ve begun to feel a certain…affection toward her.”

“You told me on
the phone you lusted after her.”

“No, it’s more
than lust. We connected on a different level. I haven’t felt this close to
someone since…”

Gi’s voice trailed
off and fear clenched Marco’s gut. “What are you saying? That you want to end
our relationship?”

“No.” Gi turned to
face him. “No, of course not. I’d never leave you.”

Marco let out a
breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Then what’s the problem?”

Gi hesitated a
moment before responding. “It’s just that… if she doesn’t agree, if the idea of
the three of us together repulses her… I’m not sure if I could take it.”

Marco forced
himself to smile. “We’ll just have to do our best to convince her then, won’t
we?”

Gianni chuckled.
“Yes.”

Marco ran a hand
over his face as guilt weighed on his body like cement bricks. “Look, Gi, I
know you’ve been lonely. I’m sorry I didn’t stay in touch like I should have.
Things had gotten crazy. The Arab investors were up my ass morning, noon and night.”

Gianni shrugged.
“We agreed on the trial separation.”

“That was a stupid
idea.”

Gianni continued
to stare out the one-way window in silence. “It’s not the same without you,
tesoro
,”
he said after a long moment. “Even with Sienna, it’s…it’s just different.”

Marco grabbed Gi’s
elbow and turned him away from the window. “Things are going to change. I
promise.” He wrapped his arms around Gianni’s hips and pulled him close. “This
is my dream, Gi. I have to make this company work.”

“I know.”

“Do you? Have you
ever had so much passion for something that it consumed you every waking hour
of the day? Have you ever craved something so much that it was hard to think of
anything else?”

Gianni brushed a
stray lock of hair from Marco’s temple. “Yes, of course,” he whispered. Hunger
flashed through his gaze as it shifted to Marco’s mouth.