Reynaldo Makes Three
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Authors: Ella Vines
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Romance, #Paranormal
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A Triangle of Trust 1
Reynaldo Makes Three
Can Reynaldo, Lorna, and John make it together as a threesome, or will jealousy and uncertainty tear them apart?
Lorna White, a freelance writer in her late twenties, is lonely with just her little pink vibrator for company after a sexy dream about a dark man. Her boyfriend, John, has been away on business for months when the handsome, bronzed Reynaldo Ruiz comes over to cut her lawn. Sparks fly instantly, and the two end up in the shower together that morning and in bed later.
When John calls to tell Lorna he will be home that evening a bit early from his trip abroad, she confesses that she has found a man as he suggested for the times he is away. John is excited at the thought of Reynaldo and Lorna being together, and he
suggests that Lorna ask Reynaldo if he is interested in a ménage a trois arrangement. Obstacles stand in the way for these lovers,
not the least of which is Reynaldo's wish to have Lorna all to
himself. Will they ever make the perfect triangle?
Genre: Contemporary, Interracial, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 20,295 words
REYNALDO MAKES THREE
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Ella Vines
MENAGE AMOUR
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REYNALDO MAKES THREE
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ELLA VINES
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Lorna White woke up after a dream that had taken her to the edge of orgasm. It had been two months since she’d slept with John, and she needed to get off in a major way today after the dream of a dark man screwing her all night long. She looked at her alarm clock and groaned. The yard man she had called would be here in fifteen minutes. She’d better make this snappy.
She got dressed quickly and crawled back on the bed, opening her nightstand drawer and taking out the long, pink vibrator she used on just these occasions. It had been a few days, and that was the most she could stand without some relief, especially after an erotic dream like the one she had just had. She pulled her biker shorts down and turned the vibrator on to medium.
She groaned as the dream of last night came back to her. Her fantasy had been about a big, muscular Hispanic man who had been using her mouth as a playground for his cock, and she had loved it. She loved oral sex anyway, but the dream had taken it to new heights. He had tied her up and made her suck him until her mouth was raw. She was only lucky enough to orgasm sometimes, and when she did, it always woke her up with a jolt.
She ran the vibrator languidly over her clit, thinking of the fantasy man’s beard on it and how it would feel—rough. Her clit buzzed as she considered the way the dream man had cum all over her face and almost immediately wanted to fill her other holes. He had been fucking her doggy style when she’d woken up.
Just as she was running the pink vibrator over her clit more insistently thinking about the dream man’s thick, dark cock, the doorbell rang.
“Shit!”
She threw the pink vibrator back in the drawer and hitched her shorts up. The space between her legs was throbbing and needed relief, but the grass also needed attention, and she could hardly be caught in bed, with a pink vibrator.
Reynaldo Ortiz, the owner and founder of Ortiz Lawn Enterprises, was a welcome surprise to her, especially this early in the morning with no coffee yet. He was only at her front door because her boyfriend John Moore had been out of town on business going on two months, and with all the rain they had gotten recently, the grass had grown like it would never stop. She had found Reynaldo’s business card tucked in her door frame one day after coming home from grocery shopping, so she had called, and here he was two days later to trim her lawn and cut back the weeds that were multiplying.
She took him in with a long stare as he stood at the door. She figured with a body like that, he got a lot of business. He seemed unaware of his sensuality, but no woman within eighty meters would have been. He was tall and muscular, his thighs filling out his jeans but without an ounce of fat to pinch on his body—at least not an ounce she could see, she thought with a smile. He was a lot like her dark dream man, Lorna suddenly realized, hot color coming to her cheeks.
“Hi, I’m Reynaldo, and you are...?” He looked at her with blue- violet eyes fringed with a sooty fan of lashes, and she had to struggle to answer.
“I’m Lorna. Lorna White.”
“Great to meet you. So, what would you like me to do today?” He still hadn’t broken eye contact.
Oh, if you only knew, she thought. But obviously he didn’t know
because he was smiling, his full lips making her think of anything but cutting grass. He was standing just a couple feet from her, black hair gleaming in the bold South Texas sunlight. His V-neck, white T-shirt showed off the beginning of a hard chest.
“Just the regular cut. Nothing fancy. That’s thirty dollars right?” She smiled at him, thinking she had just caught a peek of hi
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looking at her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra since he had come by earlier than she had expected, and she was glad to be wearing tight, black biker shorts that showed her legs off to advantage. It was only
8:00 a.m. He was obviously an early riser. “Yep. Will do. It’ll take about a half hour.” “So you own the company?”
“I do.”
“And you still like mowing lawns in the heat?” Lorna smiled, enjoying every minute with him.
“That’s right. I like to get to know each customer. I usually turn the jobs over to another employee after the initial lawn appointment. Not always, though.” He grinned at her, and a frisson ran through her at the look in his eyes.
Lorna handed him the wadded bills, her hand touching his with a hot, electric tingle that fizzled through her straight to the spot between her legs.
He turned and walked toward his mower, and she watched his legs flex under his jeans. Lord, have mercy. She felt herself getting wet at the thought of those legs wrapping around her. Shaking her head, she closed the door of the house as she walked away, her breath coming quickly.
Lorna watched him covertly through the front window. He took his shirt off about a minute into cutting the grass. The brutal heat left
him little choice, she supposed, but he was killing her. It had been so long since she’d been with her boyfriend, John. And to be fair, John didn’t look like Reynaldo. He was nice enough, but he wasn’t a bronzed god with a six pack.
She peeked out of the gauzy curtains, watching Reynaldo’s hard, tanned muscles flex as he gripped the lawn mower handle. He must be thirsty, she thought, and she ran to the kitchen to pour him a tall glass of water.
Practically tripping on her feet to get out the front door, she darted across the lawn. He saw her coming, and shut the mower off. Sweat glistened in rivulets on his chest. He had tiny black chest hairs, not too much and not too little there. Lorna felt a twist of desire run through as he took the water from her hand.
“Thanks. This hits the spot.” He looked at her as he drank, and she felt her face getting red.
“Good. It’s hot. I don’t know how you do this work.”
“I enjoy it, and I’m good at it.” He handed her the empty glass. “How about you? What do you do that you can be home on a Thursday morning?”
She could hardly think to answer because she was too busy watching sweat run down his chest ever so slowly over his dark nipples. She would love to lick them, taste the salt there...
“Oh, I’m a freelance writer—you know, I write articles for women’s magazines and that sort of thing.”
“Wow. I’m impressed.” He grinned at her, and she felt heat
creeping into her cheeks. “Well, I gotta finish the yard off, and we can talk some more—if you want to, that is. I’m enjoying getting to know you, and I don’t have another lawn to mow until noon.”
“Sounds good. You’re invited in for breakfast if you want it. I have cereal at least.” She laughed as he pulled the cord on the mower and it roared to life.
“It’s a date,” he yelled over the engine.
Lorna sauntered back into the house, feeling his eyes on her as she
walked away. He was at the side yard when she got inside the house. The property was tiny, and today she was thankful for that. She didn’t know if she could wait much longer to get closer to Reynaldo—if he wanted her to. She sat on the couch and watched him out the side window, squirming with every flex of his shoulders and biceps.
* * * *
Reynaldo Ortiz tried to focus on cutting the last patches of grass, but it was tough. Lorna White was the most attractive woman he had seen in a long time. He had tried hard to be a gentleman when talking to her a few minutes ago, but seeing her nipples poking through her T-shirt had almost driven him wild. Her breasts were full and perky, perfect C cups he’d guess, pressing against the fabric, and he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of them. She was tall, and her long legs had distracted him as well. He wondered if she was in a relationship. He figured he would soon find out. In fact, he planned to make her relationship status his business for the afternoon.
He smiled to himself as he cut the last swatches of grass. Now it was time to trim the weeds with the weed whacker, and he could go in and find out more about the lovely Lorna.
* * * *
Lorna heard the weed whacker grind to a halt. He was finally done—she hoped anyway. He would be all sweaty and hot. She shivered and rose from the couch nervously, hoping he would come in and not forget her offer.
Lorna was rewarded by a knock on the door soon enough. She opened it, and a wave of grass, patchouli, and sweat hit her nose. Reynaldo smelled like one hundred percent man. Her knees felt weak, but she tried not to show it as she ushered him inside. She noticed a bundle of clothes under his arm but didn’t ask about them. Perhaps he
changed into clean clothes at every place he cut the grass. She felt a twist of desire in her stomach at the thought.