I wasn't looking to fall for one man. Let alone two...
Sullivan and Will are as close as two friends can be. Growing up in the system forced them to rely on each other, and they've become accustomed to sharing everything—including women.
Now they're ready for more. To find love. To start a family. To see the dreams they've shared since childhood come true.
Apparently, I tick off every box on their list—brains, beauty, and sass. I never hesitate to put both men in their places—which they find sexy as hell.
One problem, I'm a traditional girl, with traditional values—one man, one woman, till death do us part—kind of values.
They're willing to work to prove how very right the three of us could be, but what happens next is anyone's guess...
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Bedfellows was such a fun read. I enjoyed the story from start to end.
Adrienne was having a bad day when she ran into Sullivan and Will's car. What Sullivan sees is that Adrienne is the perfect woman for them. With some convincing and some amazing dates Adrienne became coming
Will and Sullivan want to find the perfect woman. After having a difficult time in and out of foster care Will and Sullivan have their entire lives dedicated to each other, both in and out of the bedroom. While Sullivan is all in with having a relationship with Adrienne, Will is a bit more hesitant. The back and forth between the three of them was amazing. I enjoyed how each character grew stronger and more independent. The story was realistic and I liked that the characters had lives outside of each other.
Great must read.
“Tonight has been great, Sullivan. It's just, when I think about adding Will into the equation, I get …”
She shook her head. “Butterflies.”
“Butterflies are good, right?”
“I think so.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. I leaned in closer, captivated by her. Everything about her drew me in—from the swell of her full lips to her uncertainty about this, and especially her willingness to try.
“He's not here now. Put the butterflies away.”
“Okay.” She smiled.
I leaned in closer. “I've wanted to kiss you all night.”
She wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and it was all the answer I needed. She wanted this, too. Wanted me.
My heart pumped faster with that secret knowledge.
Tilting her chin so that her lips met mine, I took her mouth. Gently at first, and then with a growing sense of hunger as her warm, wet tongue came out to meet mine.
She tasted incredible. Slightly sweet from the wine, and feminine and simply perfect.
Lola Leighton is the pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling romance author who wanted to write steamier stories that her mother is most definitely not allowed to read.
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