Publisher: Self Pub
originally published with Roane Publishing
Date of release: Jan 7, 2019
ISBN or ASIN: ASIN – B07MHFTSN8
Length: 118 pages
Finding Freedom is the second in my Found by Fate series and was originally published with Roane Publishing. This edition includes the free read ‘morning after’ short story, Freedom Found, as bonus material, and although it’s the second in a series, it can be read as a standalone. As always with my works, that HEA we all desire and love comes for the heroine.
Finding Freedom was my first MMF story—and I haven’t looked back since. There is just something about the bisexual part of a ménage that tickles my fantasy bones. 😉
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Will two men be Tessa’s ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?
Tessa’s life beneath the strict rules of her parents’ cultish church leaves her longing for independence. Her boring, small-town checkout lane job barely covers the bills, let alone fulfill her wants and desires.
Until the weekly visits of god-like Trent and Brody have her dreaming of a Tessa sandwich with both sensual men as her bread.
Fantasies may be a pastime of the wicked, but when Trent asks her on a date—with both him and Brody—Tessa decides to take a chance, knowing the purity of her soul is at stake. Will these two men be her ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?
© Lynn Burke 2018
One palm cradling my thigh, Trent peered into my eyes and ran his hand down my back, tugging me forward. He closed the distance between us. Soft caresses of his full lips, a tightening of his arm around me, and crazy hallelujahs broke loose between my thighs. I whimpered, and pressed closer, needing, wanting so much more.
His tongue glided across my lower lip, and I let him in. He didn’t kiss like probing, insistent Matthew. Trent took his time tasting—supping—teasing my tongue just like in the books I’d read.
One hand fisted in his shirt, I slid the other up the back of his head, the short strands prickling my palm. The longer hair on top beckoned, and I twined my fingers through the blond locks like I’d dreamed of doing, holding him closer and angling my head to better mesh our mouths together.
My heartbeat thrummed in my ears, but not so much his groans didn’t register. He massaged my thigh through my skirt, and like a wanton whore, I wanted to spread my legs and invite him to explore.
Trent tipped his forehead against mine before I decided if such an action would repulse him. “I knew you’d taste good, but Christ…”
Heaving for breath, I struggled to still my trembling limbs.
He swiped his lips across mine once more in a chaste kiss and sat back. I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Brody lounged on a nearby chair.
Good lordy, how long has he been sitting there? Is he angry? I tried to shift off Trent’s lap, but he tightened his hold on my thigh.
“Like what you see, Brody?” Trent asked, soothing my hair away from my face.
My body tingled and flushed from toe nails to scalp.
“Yes,” Brody said, the intensity in his voice reaching my ears.
Trent released his grip on my leg and ran his thumb over my swollen lips. “Brody likes to watch.”
I glanced at Brody, to find his gaze still fixed on us. While he sat back in his chair, tense energy seemed to reach across the patio and caress my body. A shiver slid through me, and I swallowed against the sudden nervousness jittering my limbs.
“Want to take a walk?” Trent asked.
The tension released, and I breathed free. “Um…yeah. Sure.”
Legs shaking, I held onto Trent’s hand as he led me to the patio’s edge overlooking the black horizon.
“Tide is out,” Brody said, coming to stand on my other side.
I shivered from the cradling warmth of both men. “It’s kind of scary, hearing the noise of the ocean and not being able to see it.”
Trent’s grip tightened as he traced circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. “You said you don’t like sand, but want to go find the water? Just this once?”
Heat flooded my body, and not the pleasant kind as I silently cursed myself for lying. Thank God he wouldn’t see my face with the house lights behind me. “Sure. Let’s go.” I kicked off my flip flops and allowed Trent to lead me down the path I could barely see. The sand hardened beneath my feet as we started down a slope.
The sound of waves cresting and lapping the shore grew louder, and seconds later, I could make out the water line. We walked forward in silence. A fanciful dream took flight in my mind, and I let the thoughts of a romantic, moonlit night along the ocean play out as Trent turned us northward.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, releasing my hand and putting his arm across my shoulders.
Heat suffused my body, and I leaned into him, trying to soak up every bit I could. “Not much.”
“Liar.” Brody said from my left. “A walk on the beach in the moonlight? Who doesn’t think about taking a dip?”
Not quite what I’d had in mind. “A dip?”
Trent pulled me to a stop as Brody kicked off his shoes. He tugged his shirt off, and close enough I could see him in the dark, my eyes drank their fill. Broad shoulders, pecs, and a ripple of muscles across his stomach drew my gaze to the line of hair disappearing beneath the band of his low-slung shorts.
“Last one in is a rotten egg.” Brody surprised me with a high-pitched Indian war cry, before springing toward the ocean.
I laughed, and Trent released his hold on me. His shirt dropped to the ground revealing golden, sculpted beauty to rival his friend’s. He grabbed my face. “You only live once, right?” he asked, his eyes filled with laughter. A quick swipe of his lips across mine, and he took off after Brody.
Both men splashed in and disappeared beneath a cresting wave before I tied my skirt up above my knees. Warm water tickled my toes, and I knotted my hair into a loose bun with still-shaking fingers.
“Come on, Tessa!” Trent called. “Water’s great!”
Oh, what the heck. I surged forward toward his vague outline, deciding not to give a poo about getting soaked. Waves slammed against my shins, my thighs, and by the time the water reached my hips, gentle swells pushed against me.
Trent grabbed my hand and spun me so my back pressed against his chest. The breath left me in a rush as he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. “Looks like you’re the rotten egg.”
Knees knocking, I laughed and explored the muscled arms holding me. Water lapped at the bottom of my breasts with each swell, causing them to float upward every few seconds. “Where’s Brody?”
Trent closed the distance between our lower bodies. His erection pressed against my back and ignited a blazing inferno between my thighs. Hot breath caressed my ear, sending shivers down my body. “He’s around,” Trent whispered, and suckled my earlobe into his mouth.
I let a moan escape as my head slumped to the side in offering. His soft lips caressed behind my earlobe and slid down my neck as another incoming wave lapped at my chest.
“Christ, you taste sweet as sunshine,” he murmured, one hand traveling up my torso and brushing the underside of my breast.
A dark head broke the surface of the water in front of me, and I jolted back with a squeal. Trent’s unyielding body held me still as his lips trailed across my collarbone.
Brody stood to his full height and wiped the droplets from his face.
I started up at him in silence. No trace of jealousy showed in Brody’s eyes as he focused on Trent’s exploration of my neck.
Need slammed into my body in a way I’d never experienced, and wanton whore decided she’d had enough teasing for the night. Time to make a move. Make Sam proud.
Inhaling a deep breath to try calming my shaking, I reached toward him..
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories.
A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.