This is a heterosexual menage story and I enjoyed it very much. Mostly because all of the characters were complex and delightful in their own way.
Griff and Sebastian grew up in shitty foster homes together and after some mistrust they found they compliment each other rather well. They were the only people they trust. Two boys against the world, became two men against he world. They shared everything. Their business, their first home too.
Then Moira walked into Sebastian’s life and he was smitten on the spot with her. He took her out, they dated, they got married. And Griff felt left out. Sebastian obviously wouldn’t share Moira with him. The sweet wife he adored and would walk on glass for.
So Griff found a woman of his own. But Ashley wasn’t in love with him like Moira was with Sebastian. In fact the book starts with Sebastian finding out Ashley cheated on Griff in the club they both own.
So things go downhill. Griff wants to divorce Ashley and move away to leave all this behind. He can’t look at Sebastian and Moira anymore with their perfect love and home and relationship.
He gets drunk too and kinda puts the moves on Moira. Moira confesses to Sebastian and they both realize Griff only wants to leave because he doesn’t have what Sebastian has.
Sebastian is a man of action. He does things. Sees a problem and fixes it. He loves Griff. Griff is the only person beside Moira he would walk on glass for.
Moira knows that too. So Sebastian tells Moira to sleep with Griff. She’s against it at first. Normally she goes along with her husbands domineering nature. She loves it. (She’s kinda a freak in bed and that suits them both). But she loves Sebastian and she knows how much Griff means to her husband so she does it.
They start to share Moira and along the way Moira falls in love with Griff too.
But there is the Ashley problem do deal with. Ashley doesn’t want to get divorced or if she has to get divorced she’ll take half of everything Griff has. And that in turn means half of everything Sebastian has.
So Ashley becomes a problem and Sebastian intends to deal with it.
I adore the Griff/Sebastian relationship in this book. They are clearly codependent. Sebastian needs Griff more than Griff need him, but that is beside the point because Sebastian has the only thing Griff really wants in life: Moira.
Moira needs Sebastian because he makes her life make sense.
At first I was slightly turned off by Moira but with time really got to like her. She is so much more than a parody of a rich 50s wife. Girl is freaky and kind and ruthless in her own way. And she’s far from naive.
The sex scenes are hot. They guys clearly love this woman and want to give her everything she needs. Griff struggles with it at the beginning because he wants to treat her kindly like she might break. But Moira loves dirty talk, loves to be spanked, loves to be used and I bought that, because we get her pov and she so clearly enjoyed herself.
The writing is good, the characters and story excellent, the editing brings the book down. There are spelling and grammar mistakes everywhere and sometimes the guys’ names get mixed up.
But I still would recommend this book especially if you’re looking for a hot heterosexual menage with good male friendship representation.
“Remember how I said you could fuck my wife, just stay out of my spot?” he asks, idly. “Was that not generous enough for you?”
I crack a smile. “I’m not in your spot. If anything, I’m in Moira’s spot.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Griff, but you’re not the one I want to cuddle with.”
“The feeling is mutual,” I assure him.
He lifts his eyebrows, his blue eyes twinkling with devious intent. “We could wake her up.”
Now he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you wore her out. She could still go another round.”
“You just fucked her last night. Seems like tonight should be mine.”
This seems to amuse him. He smirks at me as he sheds his jacket and starts to unbutton his dress shirt. “Is that a joke? We fuck every night. We’re not 80. I’m willing to share; I’m not willing to go to bed every other night without my wife.”
“So, is that how this goes? I’m the guest? I don’t get her to myself any nights?”
“Maybe once in a while. Not every other night. Is your masculinity threatened by sharing a bed with me and the woman we both fuck now?”
I roll my eyes. “No, my masculinity is just fucking fine. I don’t live here, though. If I’m going to spend the night from time to time, I need to leave a couple outfits here. This morning after routine is going to get old fast.”
Seb steps out of his slacks and drapes them over the chair on his side of the bed. “That’s fine. You can fill the closet in the guest room, the bathroom
—put whatever you want in there. Make it yours. I like having you here. It’s like old times.”
I smile faintly. “A little more spacious.”
“Plus we have someone to keep us fed now,” he points out.
Seb laughs shortly. “Yeah, Moira’s a pretty good deal all the way around.”
I’m taken off guard by the peaceful little minx snuggled up against me suddenly whacking me in the stomach.
Sebastian’s gaze jumps across the bed. He’s faintly amused instead of alarmed that she overheard us being assholes. “Evening, sweetheart.”
She narrows her eyes at him, then me. “You’re both terrible. I’m not just a chef or a warm body to stick your dicks into. I thought you were gentlemen. I hope you both enjoy blue balls, because these legs are closed for the next few nights.”
I go conciliatory, rubbing her arm. “We were just joking around. You know we don’t really think of you as—” I can’t even repeat what we just said, so I probably shouldn’t have said it in the first place. Especially with her lying right here. “I’m sorry.”
She appears slightly mollified, but her expectant gaze drifts to Seb.
“I’m not.” He shakes his head, his expression dry as hell. “Nice try, sweetheart.”
“Blue balls forever,” she tells him.
“Never make a threat you can’t follow through with. Then people won’t take you seriously,” he advises her.
“Then I guess I can never have sex with you or cook for you again,” she states, primly.
He climbs on the bed and heads in my direction aggressively enough that I almost move, but I feel a little absurdly like I should keep myself between him and Moira.
He grabs her and drags her over my body, back into her spot. I scoot back over where I belong, and Seb cradles the back of Moira’s neck in his hand, drawing her in for a tender kiss. Her hand drifts to his side and she leans closer, despite her announcement that he was in for a week’s worth of blue balls. He kisses her a little longer and she sinks against him, sighing softly in defeat.