Tying One On by Wendi Zwaduk
Ménage, M/F/M, Anal Sex, Threesome
She’s the mistake they can’t live without.
Steve Reynolds and Ronan Boyd are happy in their relationship. They own and operate the Circle B Ranch and are very much in love. Both men dated the same woman before they began their own love story. She’s their best friend. But there’s something missing. Would the woman from their past want to be their third?
Trista Connolly knows her place with Steve and Ronan—she’s their friend. She wants to move on with her life after breaking up with her current boyfriend. But she’s still in love with Steve and Ronan. Tylerville isn’t a big city and everyone knows everyone else’s business. She keeps her horse safe at their ranch, but can she keep her heart protected as well?
Things are about to heat up and fast—times three!
Reader Advisory: This book contains voyeurism, anal sex and M/M contact.
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©Wendi Zwaduk, 2014
“What’s wrong, Tris?” Steve steered his horse, Lowell, closer to hers. “You’re never this quiet.”
“Nothing.” She didn’t feel like talking about Chad. She brought Melody to a stop and finally looked up. The breath wrenched from her chest.
Twinkle lights with oversized glass around the bulbs dangled from the trees. A red and white checked table cloth had been stretched out across the picnic table. A vase of white roses decorated the table.
“What’s this?” She slid out of the saddle. Trista grabbed the apple and offered it to Melody, who munched happily. “Good girl,” she murmured and patted the animal. “Good girl.”
She draped the reins around the hitching post. The guys had made sure there was plenty of fresh water in the trough for all three horses. They’d planned something—just like she’d figured.
“You’re throwing a surprise wedding?” She stared up at Ronan and Steve, who were still on their horses. The idea of serving as their maid of honor pleased her. She loved them both but she didn’t know if she could handle the emotional onslaught of a wedding. Not now.
“I believe this is called a picnic.” Ronan dismounted his horse. “It’s been a rough week. We heard about Chad.”
“And we thought you’d like a break.” Steve dismounted. He tied both his horse and Ronan’s to the hitching post. “We’re doing something nice for you.”
She winced. They knew about Chad. Great. She wrapped her arms around her body. “I see.”
“You don’t believe us.” Steve grinned. “You’d be right to suspect us. Ronan and I have a track record.”
Ronan strode past them and stopped at the picnic table. “Sit. We wanted to talk to you.”
Ah, there was the truth. They wanted to have a discussion. Normally she cherished their banter, but something about the scene was a little too romantic for her taste. The whole scene seemed like a set-up for something else.
“I’m here. Let’s talk.” She twined her fingers and allowed Steve to lead her to the table. “I don’t suppose you’re going to waste any of this romantic moment on me?”
“Actually,” Ronan said, “we want to make you our third.”