Uptight, serious, introvert…those were the words most used to describe James.
The middle brother in the Becker family, owners of a prestigious race horse farm in South Carolina, though austere was covertly a playboy.
Unable to resist a beautiful body, whether male or female, James never had a desire to commit to just one. A consummate player, he had no interest in a relationship.
Never say never. A broken ankle was the catalyst that led James to consider a relationship. Falling for a man already in a committed relationship with a woman was intricate enough. But the likelihood of their woven interests in each other becoming a real relationship was threatened by shallow judgment, the media and a troublemaking former barn hand.
**CONTENT WARNING: m/f/m, f/f/m, and m/m romance with strong language and explicit sexual content intended for mature readers only. 18+ ONLY PLEASE**.
The Tapestry Series is a family saga, telling the story of the Becker family, owners of a race horse farm in South Carolina – one book at a time. Each book is about a different member of the family. As an author, I sit and write – that’s my style. I just let it flow. So when I started the series I had no idea James, the middle son, would be involved in a ménage. As the family’s story was written James evolved from an uptight sibling into a man with woven interests.
I write stories about romance. They center on learning about the characters backgrounds, personalities and life circumstances that mold them into who they are and how they love.
I am a sassy 40-something year old. I live in a quiet farming town in New England with my husband of fifteen years and our three rescued cats. After college I facilitated improvement in the physical abilities of children and the elderly then took the opportunity to enjoy my creative side. I love to sew, knit, write…sing and drink martinis (not necessarily at the same time).
.(c) Natalie Alder
James could feel the anxiety of the week, preparing for his final exam, and flying overseas for the first time and in a small plane ease from him with the fulfillment of his desire to be with his two lovers. He kissed Remy, enjoying the feel of the man’s whiskers against his own face and Remy’s feverish return of the kiss. A deliciously wicked kiss made erotic with knowing Remy was simultaneously receiving obvious pleasure from Savine at his cock. Before he could cum, Remy released himself from Savine’s mouth and flipped James on the mattress. He reached for the lube on the bedside table then slathered some in and around the man’s hole while Savine moved to be near James’ head. Propping pillows under her butt, she spread her legs wide, giving James ample access to her pussy.
Before him lay an incredibly beautiful woman wanting him to pleasure her while an equally gorgeous man prepped to enter him from behind. James closed his eyes and took in the enormity of the situation. This wasn’t a detached moment of fun in the private room with M and Elena at the BDSM club. He…what? Cared about these two people? How his actions affected these two people mattered to James. Why, when it never mattered to him before? He had a sense of decency and treated his lovers with respect. It just had never mattered to him what they felt when he left after fucking. In fact, he made it clear before fucking them that it was just fucking. He had no desire to begin a relationship with any of the people he slept with. But, this…with Remy and Savine mattered to him. Not only that, he wanted to matter to them. Pressure at his anus brought James back to the activities at hand. Letting his head fall back, he relaxed his muscle to accept his friend’s penis. He could feel Savine watching his face intently. She would know he was enjoying the sensations. Opening his eyes, he was reminded of the beautiful pink, soaked pussy in front of his face. He moaned, wet his lips and looked into her eyes as he began to lick her folds. Her head fell to one side and she arched her back.
“You’re so fucking delicious, Savine. I waited all week for you, darling.”
With those words he felt Remy push a bit more of length into him. With Savine’s clit between his lips, he groaned in pleasure. Her head moved to the other side and her breathing slowed. Behind him Remy was building a rhythm of thrusts. The man’s large hands grabbed hold of James’ hips. James dipped his tongue into Savine’s warm, musky channel then pushed back into Remy’s thrusts. Losing his thoughts to feelings, sensations, James felt his orgasm coming on. Determined to satisfy Savine, he pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked while slipping two fingers into her. Soon her walls were clamping down around his fingers and she came with a cry of release. Remy’s grunts and pounding thrusts were followed by his release into James’ ass. The man was pulling out of James when the last spurts of James’ cum covered Savine’s stomach.
This, James realized, as he lay amongst limp limbs and bodies coming down from his orgasmic high, was the relationship he wanted. And with these people. Savine and Remy turned toward James lying in the middle and each draped half of their bodies over his.
Savine kissed his cheek and said, “Welcome home, James.”
And that was where he was, home.