Today, I have hit the “Publish” button on my 21st book; Three Times Moor Pleasure. It is my first attempt at an Erotic Romance Reverse Harem, which is outside my normal remit, but I have to say, I’m really pleased with the result!
It is currently available at a pre-purchase price on Amazon and will be officially released on 16th October. After that, the price will increase slightly, so grab your copy now, if you like a bargain!
Below is the book blurb, plus the first few chapters to whet your appetite. Stay safe x
One single woman, three gorgeous men and five incredibly steamy nights.
The snow is falling thick and fast when Alice makes the highly dubious decision of taking a detour, in the hope it will shorten her drive home. But the stark, exposed wilderness of beautiful Dartmoor, is in no mood to ease her travel woes. As the snow piles up and the biting Arctic chill makes the untreated road surfaces utterly treacherous, Alice quickly realises she’s made a terrible mistake. But it’s too late. Moments later, she’s unconscious behind the wheel.
When she wakes, it’s to find herself in a remote cabin, with two of the most breathtakingly handsome men she’s ever laid her hungry eyes on. Once Jay and Tim are content that Alice isn’t injured, they settle down to the business of being stranded and snowed-in together. Until there’s a knock at the door…
And that’s when the fun really begins…
‘You’re being a complete dick!’ Alice’s sister exclaimed accusingly. ‘You can’t leave now! Just look outside!’
With a roll of her sparkling green eyes, Alice did as she’d been advised. Her sister, Jess, had a fair point. The snow was falling thickly now, being swirled through the air by a cutting northerly wind that seemed to be increasing in strength with every passing minute. On the other hand, she’d done her due diligence and checked the online travel reports. The motorways remained open; speed limits might be in force, but traffic was still moving, making her feel confident that she’d be able to make it home. Besides, Britain was renowned for grinding to a halt at the first sight of snow. News reporters always over exaggerated the scale of the issue, didn’t they?
‘I’ll be fine,’ Alice argued, shrugging on a thick winter coat and pulling on her boots, determinedly trying to avoid eye contact with her worried-looking parents, who were hovering nervously in the kitchen doorway.
For the past two nights, Alice had stayed with them, at the Devonshire family home in which she’d grown up. Normally, spending so much time with her beloved mum and dad, as well as her effervescent sister, would have been a source of much joy. Unfortunately, Alice had only recently left her fiancé, so had found the visit somewhat challenging. It was her first Christmas on her own for the best part of a decade, and it hurt more than she thought it would.
Both girls had been scheduled to stay over until the new year, but Alice literally couldn’t stand it any longer. She didn’t want to answer any more questions about the breakup of her relationship. What went wrong. Who said what. Why they didn’t try harder to work things through. Whether counselling had been considered. And ultimately how there were plenty more fish in the sea. Christ, she detested that saying. She knew her family’s concerns were coming from a very loving place but, right now, it simply wasn’t what she needed to hear.
‘If I leave now, I’ll be home in four hours,’ explained Alice. She drew her long, brown hair, peppered with the occasional highlight, into a bun on the back of her head, to prepare for the long drive ahead. ‘I’ll give you a ring when I get there, so you don’t worry.’
‘You’re too kind,’ drawled Jess, her tone laced with heavy sarcasm.
Ignoring her sister, Alice walked over to her parents and gave each of them a big hug, trying her very best to hold back the threatening tears.
‘Thank you so much for having me.’
‘Please take care, Darling,’ murmured her mother, the fear apparent in her eyes. ‘The weather is really setting in.’
‘I’ll be fine,’ soothed Alice, taking one final look at her parents. Did they have any idea what an unattainably high benchmark they had set for their children, she wondered. Married for nearly forty years and barely a cross word spoken between them in all that time, at least going by her observations. Alice wasn’t sure she’d ever commit to another long term relationship. She’d always done her best to try and conform; being with her ex was one such example. But in the end, she’d struggled to imagine herself happy with him for a whole weekend, yet alone for the rest of her life. At which point, there didn’t seem to be very much point in continuing on together.
Consequently, after much soul-searching, they had decided to release each other from their engagement, leaving Alice free to go out and discover what she really did want from life. In her darker moments, she wondered whether she’d ever be truly happy with a partner. How could one man possibly fulfil all of her hopes, needs and desires, providing support throughout the highs and gentle understanding through the lows? And then, in bed, to provide her full range of needs, from sensual love through to dominant and occasionally, just downright dirty sex. It felt like the impossible ask. Clearly, her high tally of demands meant she was destined to be alone.
‘Please be careful,’ murmured Jess as she squeezed her sister tightly.
‘Always,’ smiled Alice, hugging her back equally hard, before grabbing her bag and pulling open the front door.
Straight away, a frigid blast of air filled the hallway, momentarily causing Alice to wonder whether this really was one of her better ideas. Stubborn to a fault and determined to plough on regardless now, she stepped forwards. Sinking marginally into the deep snow, her actions caused a crunching noise beneath her boots which was surprisingly satisfying.
Hurrying across to her car and starting the engine, she scraped away the mounds of gathering snow from the windows, giving them a blast from the can of de-icer for good measure. Already incredibly cold, even though she’d only been exposed to the elements for a matter of minutes, Alice dropped gratefully into her car and set the heater to maximum. It was a relief when the chilled air in her aching lungs began to be replaced by a warmer alternative. Carefully, she reversed out of the driveway, her family waving apprehensively from the front window. Alice raised her hand and smiled as she drove away, determined not to look back.
Once she’d driven far enough away that she was out of sight, Alice cautiously tried her brakes. The car slid a small distance, before coming to an abrupt halt, filling Alice with an inflated level of confidence. Listening carefully to the travel news, she concluded that the situation wasn’t half as bad as everyone was making out. She had two choices, regarding her route back. The first was a long-winded one, doubling back on herself all the way down to Plymouth, before picking up a key arterial road which would ultimately deliver her back home. The second option was always her preferred one; direct and consequently much shorter, it took her straight across Dartmoor.
Having grown up in the area, Alice knew Dartmoor like the back of her hand. At the best of times, it was a beautiful, if wild and craggy landscape, defined by forests, rivers, wetlands and rock formations, known locally as Tors. A vast moorland, it encompassed large swathes of the South West of England, which had inspired writers, artists and musicians alike. Brimming with history, it boasted abandoned medieval farmhouses, bronze age stone circles and more livestock roaming wild than anybody dared to imagine.
At the worst of times, it was a menacing, desolate environment, filled with danger and despair. It was no coincidence that the Hound of the Baskervilles had been set there. She knew it was a risk and that her parents would be insane with worry if they knew her plans, but she took the decision all the same. Determinedly, she opted for a narrow, winding route up a steep slope, which would lead her straight across the middle of Dartmoor, and knock a good thirty miles off her journey home.
For the first few miles, Alice stood by her decision. Although the roads were largely untreated and a little slippery, they remained passable. She was confident that the weather forecasters had simply been hamming up the severity of the snow storm heading their way. Every year, it was always the same. A more significant concern, when driving through this area, was being on the lookout for Dartmoor ponies and other farm animals; they ran wild across the moorland, didn’t always have the best road sense and Alice would so hate to hit one. In all honesty, they had zero road sense. Practically kamikaze in their nature, it was generally accepted that traffic must actively avoid them, rather than the other way around.
Gradually, however, as the miles increased, so did Alice’s feeling of unease. Unfortunately, now that she was up on the moor, she was committed. There were two options; either carry on forwards, or retrace the route which had already been travelled. There were very few alternatives.
The high, exposed, isolated landscape was a total whiteout. All the forests, rivers, wetlands and tors that she normally used as marker points, were already becoming hidden under a thick blanket of snow. And the further she progressed, the worse things became. Dropping her speed even further, Alice eased into second gear, in order to traverse a particularly tricky section, just as a distant view of the notorious prison at Princetown came into view.
Alice couldn’t help it; the sight always made her think of fear, death and misery. The prison itself had been built over two hundred years ago, following war with Napoleonic France. Prior to that, thousands of Prisoners of War had been held on derelict ships in poor conditions, close to the Royal Navy dockyard at Plymouth. To remove this perceived threat to the Crown, a new, isolated penitentiary had been built here, before thousands of prisoners were marched across the inhospitable and unforgiving landscape. Knowing that many died in prison, consequently being buried in the surrounding moorland, only made the place feel more eerie.
‘Oh fuuuuuuucccckkk!’ Alice shrieked unexpectedly. With her thoughts focussed entirely on the past horrors the landscape had witnessed, she’d failed to notice a huge cow standing in the centre of the carriageway. Swerving recklessly, her last, grateful thought was at least she’d managed to avoid hitting the animal. And then, there was darkness.
‘I don’t think they’re coming, mate,’ said Jay, running a lazy hand through his dishevelled blond locks. He silently cursed himself for not managing to get a haircut before setting out on their guys weekend away, but work had been so crazy recently.
‘I just want to be certain,’ muttered Tim, continuing to squint out of the window against the whiteout surrounding them, his eyes pressed hard against a pair of binoculars. ‘It’s looking really treacherous out there now.’
‘I guess we should be grateful we arrived safely ourselves,’ shrugged Jay, making his way towards the kitchen area. Silently, he acknowledged he’d much rather be snowbound in a luxury hotel, as opposed to what amounted to little more than an old wooden cabin, but some shelter was better than nothing. And one thing was for sure; their car wasn’t going anywhere, until the snow started to melt again. ‘Cup of tea?’
‘Yeah, sure,’ his friend agreed, only half concentrating. A small, red car had just come into view on the far side of the valley. Through the naked eye, it showed up as little more than a speck, being several miles away on the main road. But thanks to Tim’s fairly high-powered binoculars, he could just make out a single driver. Despite being wrapped up well against the cold, the driver was obviously a young woman.
At that moment, a shrill ringtone echoed around the room. Jay snatched up his phone and switched the device onto speaker, as Tim carefully placed his binoculars down, hoping for news that their friends were safe.
‘Ben? Is that you?’ Tim demanded, trying his best to ignore the badly crackling line. The reception was horrendous.
‘Yeah! Great weather, huh?’
‘Superb,’ agreed Jay sarcastically. ‘Where are you?’
‘We’ve found a pub, just on the outskirts of Dartmoor. What’s it called?’ asked Ben to the other men who were clearly in the car with him.
‘Something to do with compasses,’ shouted one of them from the back seat.
‘Mmmmm, helpful, thanks,’ chuckled Ben. ‘Suffice to say, we’re still a good twenty miles from the cabin. I’m sorry, but we simply aren’t going to make it.’
‘Understood,’ replied Jay. ‘At least you’re okay. Tim and I arrived, just before the weather really turned. It’s evil up here,’ he added, watching great flurries of snowflakes being buffeted around by the cruel wind outside. ‘Let’s all just batten down the hatches and sit this one out. We’ll get together another time.’
‘Is David with you?’ queried Tim.
‘No, he was travelling separately,’ crackled Ben’s voice. ‘He hasn’t reached you yet?’
‘No,’ confirmed Jay thoughtfully. ‘But out of all of us, he’s the one I’d be least worried about. He’s probably digging himself an underground shelter as we speak!’ All the men laughed. David was currently on leave from the British Army and was the toughest guy any of them had ever met. Built like the proverbial brick shithouse, he wouldn’t let a poxy bit of weather stop him.
Once they’d ended the call and enjoyed a steaming mug of tea, Tim returned to his lookout post and picked up the binoculars once more. Incredibly, over the past quarter of an hour or so, the weather had deteriorated still further. He knew they were located in one of the most desolate parts of Dartmoor, just a couple of miles from the famous Princetown prison, but still, the outlook was incredibly bleak. There wasn’t another building in sight, just white snow drifting threateningly, swirling black clouds dominating the sky and…still, that small, red car?
Tim peered forwards, surprised to note that the car had hardly travelled any further since the last time he’d seen it. Feeling his heart pound more vigorously, reflecting his anxiety, he squinted hard.
‘Er, Jay?’ he murmured, his eyes still fixed out of the window. ‘I think we might have a problem.’
‘Another one?’ he grinned, looking up from a magazine he was reading. ‘What now?’
‘I think there’s a woman stranded in a car.’
‘Seriously?’ he asked, jumping up from the sofa and striding across the room. ‘Jesus, Tim! That’s fucking miles away!’
‘Two miles, maybe? But she could be hurt…’ said Tim pleadingly, as Jay squinted through the binoculars to check out the situation for himself. ‘We should go and help.’
Jay exhaled a long sigh, knowing his long-term friend was right. There were so few dwellings in the area that, despite the distance, they could well be the closest help at hand. Glancing around the room, Jay made a quick mental list of what they needed to do, if they were going out in such atrocious weather, to rescue a damsel in distress.
‘Fine,’ he agreed at last. ‘You stoke up the fire, so this place is still warm when we get back. I’ll get a rucksack together.’
‘I’ll need my medical bag,’ added Tim, as he strode towards the log basket. There was only a limited amount a doctor could do, in the absence of proper equipment, but he had to be prepared to at least try and help.
The men had been hiking through the freezing snowstorm for the best part of an hour. Thanks to wearing almost every item of outdoor kit they owned, they remained relatively warm, although Tim had to admit that he’d lost the feeling in his nose and feet some while previously. Unfortunately, their progress was continually being hampered by the incredible depth of snow which lay around them. The driving wind didn’t help much either, and nor did an unspoken fear that they couldn’t be one hundred percent sure on what surface they might be stepping. The last thing they needed was to fall through an icy lake, thinking they were happily walking along a solid road.
At last, the little red car came into view.
‘Shit,’ murmured Jay. Naturally, they both sped up, running as effectively as the deep snow allowed, in order to reach the driver’s side door. Working in the police force, Jay had the dubious honour of having witnessed many a road traffic accident in his time, and this was looking like another classic example. The woman had skidded off the road and crashed into a nearby dry stone wall. Now unconscious, she was slumped over the steering wheel, not moving.
Grateful to discover that the car door wasn’t locked, Jay crouched down beside her in the snow, whilst Tim scurried around to the other door and sat in the passenger seat. There he performed a series of rapid health checks, whilst Jay looked concerned.
‘She’s breathing,’ confirmed Tim. ‘But we need to get her somewhere warm.’
Jay stood up and looked around him. There was nothing but white, for as far as the eye could see. The only location they knew existed was their little log cabin, barely visible from their current position. There was no other choice; they couldn’t leave her here in the car, to freeze to death.
‘What about her back? Her neck?’ Jay demanded.
‘As far as I can tell, nothing’s damaged,’ explained Tim, raising his mobile phone into the air and squinting at it with displeasure. ‘Ideally we wouldn’t move her until I was one hundred percent sure. But I’m not sure we have the luxury of choice. And even if we did have a phone signal, you probably aren’t going to get the emergency services out here for many hours, at best.’
‘Fine,’ said Jay, taking control. He shrugged the rucksack from his back and balanced it against the rear car wheel, as Tim made his way back around to the driver’s side. ‘You carry our kit, I’ll carry her.’
‘I can help,’ interjected Tim.
‘No, you’re the brains, I’m the brawn,’ Jay chuckled. ‘You need to be in a fit state to look after her, once we get back. We can’t both be broken.’
Lifting her carefully from the seat, Jay cradled the limp body in his arms and they set off back to the cabin. With burning lungs, he powered his way through the deep snow, following the rough path made by Tim’s footsteps ahead of him.
‘You need a hand here?’ asked Tim at one point, when they reached a steep incline, not far from their final destination.
‘I’m okay,’ shouted Jay over the strong winds, grateful that his travelling companion had a slight frame. ‘You go ahead and set up a bed right in front of the fire. She’s freezing. We have to get her warm.’
Less than ten minutes later, an exhausted Jay fell through the front door, kicking it shut behind him. Laying the woman carefully on the double mattress which was now situated in front of a roaring fire, Jay momentarily slumped against the sofa, panting deeply. His painful lungs were silently screaming, from being forced to exert themselves for an extended length of time in the frigid air.
Working quickly and methodically, Tim removed her thick coat, before repeating a series of checks. When he was content, he peeled the wet clothes from her frigid skin, wrapping her tightly in an assortment of blankets.
‘We’ll just have to wait now,’ said Tim, looking concerned. ‘But you’re a goddamn hero!’ he directed towards Jay, shaking his head in astonishment at his friend. ‘Cup of tea?’
Jay laughed, immediately wishing he hadn’t when his laughter turned into a coughing fit. His lungs were going to take a while to recover.
‘Something stronger wouldn’t go amiss.’
‘I reckon we’ve earned it,’ agreed Tim. Standing up, he grabbed a couple of glasses from the kitchen and a large, unopened bottle of whisky. Pouring out two generous measures, he passed one across to his friend. Chinking their glasses together, to celebrate a job well done, they downed the strong, peaty liquid in one.
‘Geez! That’s powerful!’ exclaimed Tim, coughing deeply like his friend, as the liquid burnt a trail down his throat. Without pausing, he grabbed the bottle and poured them both another.
‘Just what the doctor ordered,’ grinned Jay, closing his eyes with exhaustion.
For a short while, Jay slept, whilst Tim carefully continued to monitor his patient. She simply wasn’t warming up adequately enough, her grey-tinged skin remaining ice-cold to the touch, despite the heat of the room.
‘What’s happening?’ groaned Jay, groggily waking up from his snooze. He was horizontal on the sofa, observing his friend at work. Not only was their friendship a long and close one, but back at home, there were also housemates, so they knew each other well. Without needing to exchange words, it was obvious that Tim wasn’t happy.
‘She’s far too cold. We have to get her warm.’
‘Well I’m boiling,’ complained Jay, stripping out of his jumper to reveal big, powerful arms beneath a short sleeved T-shirt which clung to his impressive form like a second skin. ‘I don’t see how she can’t be!’
‘That’s it!’ exclaimed Tim, rapidly removing his jumper too. ‘The best thing we can do is give her our body heat.’
‘I’m positive,’ confirmed Tim, quickly unbuttoning his shirt.
‘Feels a bit…wrong. Without her consent.’
‘I’m not asking you to fuck her, man! I’m asking you to help fix her. Come on!’
Grumbling, Jay peeled his T-shirt away from his stiff shoulders, to reveal a ripped torso. In comparison, with his slender frame, smoothly muscled arms and flat stomach, Tim always felt significantly physically inferior. It was like comparing a greyhound to a wolf.
Refusing to answer his friend’s unhelpful question, Tim gently peeled the blankets away. Given that all of her wet clothing had needed to be removed upon arrival, she was down to just a vest top and panties. Repositioning her, they balanced her on her side.
‘We need to be touching as much of the surface area of her skin as possible,’ explained Tim, lying down in front of her, pressing his chest against hers. ‘You push up behind her and then we’ll throw these blankets over the lot of us.’
After some fidgeting and repositioning, the two men eventually managed to lock their visitor into a sandwich. And there they lay, for the best part of an hour, hoping that the additional body heat which her skin was currently absorbing, would be enough to help her regain consciousness.
The first thing Alice was aware of was a thumping great headache; it encompassed her nose, her eyes, her forehead, her entire being. It had even percolated down into the very base of her skull, where it throbbed unhelpfully. Slowly, she started to try and piece the events together from snippets of memory currently circulating around her brain but everything was confused. She’d been driving in her car. It had been snowing heavily. Oh yes, and there’d been a sodding great cow lying across the road, looking like it owned the place. If it hadn’t been for that damn cow…
Groaning slightly, she tried to reposition herself. It was only then that Alice realised she wasn’t alone.
‘You’re safe,’ said a low, comforting voice. A stranger’s voice. A man. He sounded well-educated, kind, empathetic and very proper. ‘Just go back to sleep. You still need to rest.’ A body shifted slightly but, most disconcertingly, it seemed to be behind her, whilst the voice had definitely come from the front. Alice funnelled all of her energy into opening her eyes to find out what on earth was going on, but alas, it was not to be. Instead, in a carefree daze, she followed the stranger’s instructions, almost immediately sinking back into oblivion.
‘I thought you deserved to sleep,’ said a man from across the room. Alice quickly recognised it as the kind stranger who had spoken to her, during that brief interval of consciousness.
‘You hiked just as far as I did,’ grumbled another man’s voice from directly behind her. Tensing slightly, she realised quite how directly; the second man seemed to be pressed right up against her, embracing her from behind. And if she wasn’t mistaken, he was naked, and she didn’t have much clothing on either. Fear flooded her senses, as her pulse rate exploded. What the hell had gone on, while she’d been unconscious and vulnerable?
Attempting to regulate her breathing so they didn’t realise she had woken, Alice lay there quietly, trying to work out where on earth she was and what had happened. Relieved to discover that the earlier pains she’d been experiencing were greatly improved, she very slowly opened her eyes, just the smallest amount.
‘Yeah,’ the man across the room chuckled. ‘But all I had to carry was a rucksack, not a human being!’
Gazing subtly around without turning her head, Alice quickly worked out that she was in some kind of log cabin. A huge fire roared just feet from the mattress she was lying on, and a welcome smell of frying sausages drifted through the air. There appeared to be just two men. She couldn’t see the one behind her, but she caught glimpses of the man in the kitchen. He was tall, probably six foot two, maybe more, with a chiselled, clean-shaven jaw. His dark hair was tousled to perfection, whilst he wore a casual shirt, scuffed jeans and slippers.
Suddenly, a strong wind from the storm outside took hold of their cabin, making the roof creak ominously. It sent an unexpected bolt of fear through Alice’s delicate frame and her heart began to beat wildly. As a teenager, she’d seen the film Misery and she didn’t mind admitting that it had scared the living daylights out of her. The story centred around a nurse who rescued a man from a car crash, bringing him back to her remote cabin. Initially, he’d believed she was trying to help him recuperate but the nurse had turned violent and controlling. Alice hated to admit that this scenario had some residual similarities which she didn’t wish to dwell on; stranded in what she could only assume was a remote location on Dartmoor, with two big, powerful men, easily capable of overpowering her without any significant effort.
‘I should check on our patient again,’ said the cook. Alice instantly snapped her eyelids shut, as she sensed him moving towards them.
The man behind removed his arm, which had been holding her close, leaving her feeling strangely bereft without his warming touch. Ever so gently, she was then rolled onto her back, her long, brown hair stroked away from her face.
‘You’re awake,’ said a voice gently. It wasn’t a question. Something in her appearance, or her vitals, or whatever it was this man had observed, told him that she was.
Alice couldn’t help but swallow. Otherwise, she showed no sign of responding.
‘Sweetheart,’ he continued gently. ‘You’re safe here. Please open your eyes.’
Trustingly, Alice slowly did as she was told, only to discover a terrifyingly good-looking man smiling tenderly down at her. It was the kind of gaze a girl could get used to being on the receiving end of.
‘What’s your name?’ he smiled, displaying perfect teeth.
‘Alice,’ she croaked, her green eyes staring trustingly into his kind brown ones. ‘Alice Wilson.’
‘Hey Alice. I’m Tim. And this is Jay,’ he added, nodding towards his friend who was still out of her line of sight. ‘We’re here to help you.’
‘Do you really want to help me?’ she asked, inhaling a shaky breath. Still a little concussed, she was aware she was probably talking nonsense but that didn’t stop her sharing her concerns. ‘I was just thinking about that story, Misery…’
‘Fuck!’ groaned Jay’s voice, and she felt a grown man’s body shudder slightly behind her. ‘Please don’t refer to that ever again! That film fucking petrified me!’
Feeling marginally better, Alice twisted her head slightly, to observe her sleeping companion. Immediately, she felt the air being sucked from her lungs as her eyes opened wide; he was…utterly gorgeous. With blond highlights and piercing blue eyes, his face was largely covered with a layer of designer stubble. As he sat up, his huge chest and well-defined, powerful arms came into view. Alice guessed he must be at least as tall as Tim, although it was difficult to judge accurately, whilst he sat on the bed next to her.
‘Could you give us a second?’ requested Tim, aware that Alice might not appreciate an audience, once he went into doctor mode. ‘Dinner probably needs checking and if you could put the kettle on…?’
‘Consider it done,’ grinned Jay, flashing his eyebrows at Alice, which made her smile shyly. As he stood, she was incredibly relieved to observe that he was wearing trousers on his bottom half. Tim couldn’t fail to notice her reaction.
‘We were lying either side of you, to try and increase your low body temperature,’ he explained, blushing slightly. ‘You weren’t recovering quickly enough for my liking. And I had to remove some of your clothing because it was cold and wet. It’s currently in the tumble dryer. I hope it goes without saying that nothing happened.’
‘Right. Thanks,’ breathed Alice. She couldn’t explain why, but she implicitly trusted these two men. They were her protectors, not her aggressors.
‘Do you mind if I check your pulse?’ Tim queried, once they were on their own.
‘You’re a doctor?’
‘I’m a doctor,’ he confirmed with a grin.
Alice nodded to show she was happy for him to continue. Pulling the stethoscope out of his leather bag, Tim listened carefully to her heart which Alice thought was probably racing for an altogether different reason now. Once satisfied, he used a torch to observe her pupils, before placing an electronic thermometer into her ear.
‘Better,’ he nodded, looking relieved when he read the display. ‘Much better. Your temperature had dropped worryingly low. But you’re much improved now.’
‘Thank you for helping me.’
‘You’ll find a small dressed wound on your forehead, where your head hit the steering wheel,’ he explained. Automatically, Alice’s hand tentatively touched the spot he pointed at, to try and ascertain the damage. ‘I don’t believe you’ll need stitches, but we can review that in a day or so.’
‘Right,’ breathed Alice. She’d clearly been properly out for the count, for far longer than she’d realised. ‘What day is it?’
‘You crashed a few hours ago,’ smiled Tim. ‘You haven’t been unconscious for that long. Now, are you in any pain?’
‘My head’s a bit groggy,’ she admitted.
‘I’m not surprised! Let me know if you need pain medication; I’ve got something in my bag that will do the trick.’ She nodded tentatively to confirm she would, if required.
‘How did I get here?’
Briefly, Tim described their trek through the snow earlier that day, to bring her to safety.
‘You both put yourselves at risk for me?’ she asked, feeling guilty.
‘We couldn’t leave you,’ said Jay, who had brought her a much welcome, steaming mug of tea. Glancing down at it, she willingly accepted the offering. It was what her mum would call builder’s tea. A strong, powerful brew; the kind you could practically stand a spoon up in and exactly what she required at the present time.
‘So what happened to my car?’
‘Stand up,’ grinned Tim. Alice wrapped the blanket around herself and allowed Tim to assist her to her feet, feeling a little wobbly as she staggered towards the window. ‘See that little red dot out there?’
Alice gazed questioningly at the vast white landscape, seeing only swirling snow.
‘No,’ she admitted.
‘Just to the left of that furthest hill,’ explained Tim, pointing her in the right direction.
‘Holy fuck!’ yelped Alice. ‘That’s miles away!’
‘Tell me about it,’ drawled Jay, sending her a friendly wink.
‘I can’t believe you carried me that far. Thank you,’ she repeated. ‘Both of you.’
Reaching behind, Tim picked up a folded hoodie and jogging bottoms and placed them on the mattress.
‘I’m afraid they’ll be way too big,’ he explained with a smile, noting her petite frame. ‘But at least it’s something dry and warm for you to wear, until your own clothes are ready. We’ll just be out of the way, in the kitchen.’
‘Before you go, might I possibly ask one more favour?’
‘Of course,’ shrugged Jay.
‘I’d really like to let my family know that I’m safe. My phone was in the glove compartment of my car. Is there any chance I could borrow one of yours?’
Without question, Tim immediately passed his mobile across to her and the two of them left her in peace. Alice found the space most welcome, not only the privacy, but also to be given an opportunity to accept the plain truth; that she was currently snowed in with two of the sexiest guys she had ever laid eyes on.
Dinner that evening was a relaxed and cosy affair. As they ate their way through sausages and mash potatoes, followed by huge slabs of chocolate cake, they gradually learned more about each other.
‘So what were you doing, driving through Dartmoor in this weather? Do you live around here?’
‘No, I was travelling home from visiting my parents and I decided to take a shortcut across the moor. I know!’ Alice added, at the incredulous look on the men’s faces. ‘It was a crap idea. I thought it was worth it, for the time I’d save. Turns out I was wrong!’
‘So where’s home?’ asked Jay, equally dividing the remaining bottle of wine into each of their three glasses.
‘You live in Hampshire? No way!’ exclaimed Tim. ‘Whereabouts?’
It was quickly calculated that they lived less than twenty miles apart.
‘So, how about you?’ Alice queried. ‘What made you visit Dartmoor at such a welcoming and accessible time of year?’
‘Well, now that’s a story,’ laughed Tim. Standing up, he tidied away the plates, leaving Jay to tell it.
‘There were seven of us lads, who all went to school together.’
‘Which school?’ asked Alice. She looked impressed by their answer. It was a private school which she knew of well; very exclusive, very expensive. No wonder they all spoke so properly.
‘Anyway,’ continued Jay, unperturbed. ‘Just before we all left for university and went our own separate ways, we came down to Dartmoor for a week. We had a pretty wild time, if memory serves. We all put in some concerted effort to pull the local talent and failed miserably,’ he admitted, flashing a wry grin towards his friend as he did so. ‘Although in our defence, our attempts were coupled with abnormally high levels of alcohol consumption.’
‘Yeah,’ admitted Tim, taking the bait from across the kitchen, as Alice giggled. ‘There was a whole world of failure experienced on that holiday. Nowadays, they’d make a reality TV show out of it. Certainly taught me a thing or two about how not to interact with the fairer sex.’
‘Anyway, fifteen years later and through serendipitous timing, the only member of our group who was in a relationship had recently broken up with his wife. So, given we were all unexpectedly single, it felt like the perfect opportunity to get together for a weekend and hopefully cheer ourselves up a bit.’
‘Fortunately,’ explained Tim, returning with a new bottle of wine, which he held aloft in the air. ‘Jay and myself were in charge of the booze.’
‘Does that mean we’ve got no food?’ chuckled Alice, quickly doing the maths and realising that they, like her, were in their early thirties.
‘Actually, you lucked out. We’re pretty good for that too,’ smiled Jay. ‘Trust me, you wouldn’t have wanted to get stuck with the other car load. I expect all they managed to pack was a stash of weed and a year’s supply of hair care products!’
‘Shall we go and sit nearer the fire?’ suggested Tim. ‘I don’t know about anyone else, but it feels like the temperature has dropped further.
‘I’ll put some more coal on the fire,’ offered Jay.
‘And we should shut the curtains,’ sighed Alice. She felt very content thanks to a full stomach, a warm glow from the alcohol she’d consumed, and plenty of excellent company. For a moment, she paused at one of the windows, watching the snow falling relentlessly outside, being regularly buffeted by swirling eddies. ‘I do think the weather has taken a turn for the worst.’
‘There are some candles here,’ noted Tim, grabbing them out of a drawer. ‘I’ll get them lit.’
By the time the three of them had completed their tasks, their little wooden cabin felt much cosier, although far from warm. With Alice curled up on the sofa between the two men, they chatted happily, long into the evening. When at last, one by one, the candle flames started to extinguish, Jay verbally raised a suggestion they had each silently considered.
‘Would anybody be against us all sleeping in here, in front of the fire?’ he murmured, looking particularly at Alice, who would likely, and quite rightly, raise the loudest objections. ‘Each of the separate bedrooms will be fucking freezing right now.’
‘That’s okay with me,’ she said shyly. ‘I’ll just go to the bathroom and get ready for bed.’
‘Hang on,’ said Tim, holding up the smallest of his soft, buttoned shirts that he’d been able to find; it would still swamp her, but it should fulfil the role of nightshirt pretty effectively. ‘You’re welcome to wear this if you like.’
‘Thanks,’ said Alice, shyly accepting the offering.
Having watched Alice make her way out of the room, Tim turned to face Jay.
‘I trust you’re planning on keeping your hands to yourself?’ he asked sternly.
‘How about I guarantee not to initiate anything,’ chuckled Jay. ‘Beyond that, I can’t make any promises.’
‘You okay?’ murmured Jay.
‘Mmm-hmm,’ sighed Alice shyly. The truth was, she felt enormously content, snuggled up between Jay and Tim’s warm bodies, in front of the crackling log fire. In an ideal world, she would have brought herself to orgasm before she went to sleep though. Just to take the edge off. She felt horny and didn’t need to touch herself, to appreciate she was swollen and wet. A woman knew; it wasn’t a difficult thing to sense.
‘Are you in a relationship, Alice,’ continued Jay.
‘Hey!’ objected Tim. ‘Leave her in peace!’
‘Just making conversation,’ he complained. ‘I have to do something, given I’m honour-bound to behave,’ Jay added pointedly, in his friend’s direction. Alice looked confused, not quite understanding the reference.
‘You could just go to sleep…’ suggested Tim, with heavy sarcasm.
‘It’s okay,’ said Alice. ‘I was engaged. We split up earlier this year.’
‘Sorry to hear that,’ commiserated Jay, comfortingly rubbing the curve of her waist. Alice inhaled swiftly, although she did her best to hide the reaction. Jay’s caressing hand felt enormously intimate. ‘Mind if I ask why?’
‘I know it sounds stupid, because I was in a relationship,’ she admitted with a long sigh. ‘But I was lonely. We just didn’t fit together. We had different interests, different needs…’ Including sex drive, she didn’t add. The truth was, her life had been devoid of physical contact for well over a year before they’d separated. Which made what she was experiencing right now, with these two men, all the more intense.
‘Give us an example?’ requested Tim drowsily. Alice was surprised that he had chosen to join the conversation, given that he’d actively been trying to persuade Jay to lay off.
‘He wasn’t really into cuddling,’ she sighed.
‘That sucks!’ complained Tim, causing Alice to giggle. She’d obviously had too much wine, which became apparent when she voiced her next words.
‘Yeah, speaking of which, he also didn’t really do foreplay.’
‘That really sucks!’ chuckled Jay, unable to prevent his hand from sliding across her tummy to pull her in for a cuddle. ‘Foreplay is often the best part. The build-up, the anticipation, the unspoken desire…’
‘Yeah,’ breathed Alice, glancing through the dark room towards him, his eyes flashing with passion in the dim firelight. ‘It took me a long time to appreciate how responsive I am to teasing and suggestion. To understand that body language and games and flirting…they’re part of the whole package. It wasn’t until I was almost locked into a relationship which had none of those things, that I realised sexual relations are so much more than just sex.’
‘I get it,’ murmured Jay intimately. ‘It’s a major turn on to find someone who will play with you, take charge of you, control your pleasure…’
She gazed at him in mute disbelief. Yes, exactly that. Alice concentrated as best she could on just breathing. She was aware of her pussy pulsing urgently, her breasts aching with desire. Okay, so now she officially felt super horny. ‘We should probably go to sleep…’
‘Probably,’ smirked Jay, his fingers circling over her hip, causing her to shiver beneath his touch. There was no doubt he liked what he saw. His eyes were practically devouring her.
‘Definitely,’ confirmed Tim, turning on his side to face Alice, forcing the other two to break eye contact. Taking her hand in his, he drew it slowly towards his lips, kissed it gently, and then lowered their hands back down again to rest on his chest. ‘Good night.’
‘Good night,’ replied the other two, sounding somewhat deflated.
Sandwiched as she was, between two illegally handsome men, both gently cradling her in some way, sleep wasn’t exactly the first thing on her mind. However, after some intense concentration, her weary body eventually managed to fall into a deliciously naughty, dream-filled sleep.
The fire had all but burnt to embers, when the three of them were woken by a terrific hammering on the door.
‘What the hell is that?’ groaned Jay, groggily sitting upright.
With a gasp of fear, Alice naturally edged herself backwards, until she was tightly pressed against Tim. She couldn’t prevent scenes from horror films entering her mind and gave an involuntary whimper, making a mental note to watch less television in the future.
‘It’s okay,’ he soothed, wrapping a welcoming arm around her. They both watched Jay jump up and march towards the door, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.
‘It might be a prisoner,’ Alice gabbled fearfully. After all, there wasn’t another residence for miles around. It was half the reason these isolated dwellings on Dartmoor were so popular with tourists. Subtly, she tried to pull down the oversized shirt of Tim’s that she was wearing, which had ridden up whilst she slept.
‘I don’t think a prisoner would knock,’ smirked Jay. All the same, he grabbed a long metal candlestick on his way towards the door.
Despite her fear, Alice couldn’t help but admire Jay’s physique, just visible in the shadows. He was pure muscle, with incredible thighs, well defined arms and a six pack that would provoke jealousy in most men, and lust in most women. Upon reaching the front door, he quickly flung it open, to maintain the element of surprise.
‘Fuck me,’ drawled a deep voice from the doorstep, as an unforgivingly icy wind blasted snow into the room. Alice urgently craned her neck, but couldn’t make out who was there. ‘Who the fuck do you think you are? John McClane? Or perhaps Wee Willie Winkie would be more appropriate?’
‘Oh, look what the cat’s dragged in,’ grinned Jay. Instantaneously, he threw aside the impromptu weapon and flung an arm around his friend, pulling him into the house before gratefully closing the door. ‘Do excuse our state of undress, but like most normal people, at gone midnight, Tim, Alice and myself were asleep.’
‘Alice,’ confirmed Jay, returning towards the bed.
‘Who the fuck is Alice?’ he asked completely seriously, only to be met with a wave of giggles from the fireside.
‘David,’ chuckled Jay, unable to ignore the humour of their situation. ‘This is Alice…and of course, you know Tim.’
Alice glanced upwards, only to be confronted with a man mountain. Obviously super-fit, as David shrugged off a huge rucksack and his weatherproof jacket, he revealed a thickly muscled neck and sculpted arms, covered in a variety of veins, aged scars and tattoos. His black hair was obscured by unmelted snowflakes which should have softened his appearance but, in reality, did no such thing. David gave Alice a cursory glance which instantly stopped her hilarity and caused her to swallow hard. Clearly, he was not amused.
‘Pleased to meet you,’ she squeaked, feeling utterly intimidated. The only gesture she received in response was an abrupt, single nod of his head.
‘Mate! So great to see you,’ grinned Tim, failing to stand up. Biting her lip, to prevent a wicked smile, Alice knew exactly why. Thanks to being so tightly squashed against Tim’s lithe body, she was highly aware that he was sporting an impressive erection, given it was currently pressed into her thigh. She assumed he didn’t want to share this intimate knowledge with his mates. Alice got the impression he wasn’t too keen on sharing it with her either, but thanks to the way she’d burrowed back against him when David had arrived, he didn’t have a great deal of option.
‘We decided to make the most of the fire,’ explained Jay, throwing a handful of logs and some coal onto the embers, to reignite it once more. ‘You’re very welcome to join us in here.’
‘I’m good thanks,’ David replied coolly. ‘I’ll see you all in the morning.’ And with that, he retired into one of the side bedrooms, shutting the door firmly behind himself.
‘Fuck! You’re freezing!’ squeaked Alice, as Jay crawled back into bed beside her and his frigid arm rubbed against hers. Automatically, she retracted further back towards Tim.
‘So, warm me up then,’ grinned Jay, encroaching into her space, in order to lay his cold torso against her warm one.
‘No way!’ she yelped, unable to escape him.
‘That’s interesting. So you don’t feel like you owe me in some way?’ smiled Jay lazily, well aware he was teasingly using emotional blackmail. ‘After all I did for you…’
‘I…I…’ she stuttered, not quite knowing how to respond. In all honesty, she was starting to feel incredibly horny, sandwiched tightly as she was between two highly attractive men. One warm-bodied man was behind her, arms holding her close, his substantial erection pressing against her ass. In complete contrast, in front of her was a perfectly sculpted, cold-bodied man, making serious eye contact, a swelling growing against her thigh with every passing second.
‘Between the two of us, we could make you feel amazing,’ promised Jay, optimising his advantage.
‘The two of you…’ she repeated incredulously.
‘Hey, don’t involve me in this,’ grumbled Tim, pulling Alice in for a tighter cuddle.
‘You don’t feel horny?’ she queried with a backward glance, knowing from the physical evidence that he did.
‘I guess,’ he shrugged. ‘But no way am I letting you get pressured into anything.’
‘I’m not pressuring you,’ explained Jay, running a thumb gently across her cheek, her eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his intimate touch. ‘Just offering to give you all the things you say you’ve been missing out on in past relationships. I have absolutely no doubt…we would blow your mind.’
‘But…I’ve never done anything like that before in my life!’
‘And you still don’t have to,’ comforted Tim.
‘That’s right,’ agreed Jay with a wink. ‘You could just lie there and let us take charge.’
‘Jay!’ warned Tim, flashing a stern look at his best friend. He knew exactly how bad Jay was at taking no for an answer. After all, he’d spent the past thirty years observing him. ‘Is this an example of you promising not to initiate anything?’
‘I’ve only just met you,’ replied Alice, when Jay ignored his friend’s stern words. ‘Wouldn’t that make me way too easy?’
‘Actually, psychologically, it’s a completely natural reaction, following a life or death situation, for sex to feature pretty high up on the list,’ observed Tim conversationally.
‘The doctor has spoken,’ grinned Jay, raising a teasing eyebrow.
‘Right,’ murmured Alice, incredibly quietly. ‘I mean… it’s just…I do feel really horny…’
‘You do?’ queried Jay, suddenly feeling guilty that he might have coerced her. ‘You mean, you’d like to?’
‘I think… I’d like to,’ she confirmed quietly. Swallowing hard, Alice could scarcely believe she was willingly signing up to the wickedness that Jay was suggesting.
‘You up for this, Tim?’
‘Up for what, exactly?’ he asked coolly, raising an eyebrow in Alice’s direction which unexpectedly made her clit start to throb even harder.
‘Giving Alice the night of her life,’ Jay chuckled, affectionately nudging his nose against her cheek. ‘Making it all about her gratification.’
Tim considered the proposal carefully.
‘She can receive pleasure, but Alice shouldn’t physically have sex. It’s too soon after her accident.’
‘Fine with me,’ confirmed Jay with a grin. ‘Alice?’
‘Um…yes, but…then what do you two get out of it?’
‘Plenty,’ murmured Tim, gently stroking her forearm in such a way that it sent every hair on the back of her neck standing to attention. ‘Giving pleasure to a woman is a serious kink of mine.’
‘Mmmm, same,’ confirmed Jay. ‘You seriously don’t need to worry about us.’
‘Oh. Okay,’ she gasped, barely believing she was agreeing to this insane suggestion.
‘Good girl. Other than having sex, is anything out of bounds for you?’
‘Um, I don’t know,’ she stuttered. ‘The truth is, I’m honestly not that worldly wise when it comes to…you know.’ It was true. Following a flurry of meaningless couplings in her early twenties, she’d become trapped in a long-term relationship where sex had become increasingly non-existent, as time passed them by.
‘In that case, remain on your side, close your eyes and leave this to us.’
Still with a sense of disbelief, Alice pushed herself back further into Tim’s safe embrace and allowed her eyes to slowly shut. The removal of her sight seemed to make the whole situation a lot more real. She found she couldn’t prevent her mouth opening, allowing her shallow, rapid breaths to escape more easily.
‘Just imagine you’re asleep,’ murmured Jay, but she could tell from his tone of voice that he was smiling. ‘Everything that happens from this point onwards, is just a really nice dream…’
Lifting her hand, he brought her fingers towards his face. One by one, he sucked the fingertips provocatively, drawing them into his warm mouth, ministering her with his tongue. Meanwhile, Tim continued to hug her from behind, his palms smoothly stroking her, causing Alice’s back to arch against him, pushing her ass harder into his groin.
‘Oh God!’ she gasped, inclining her head back against Tim’s chest as she struggled to come to terms with what was happening. ‘Is this wrong?’
‘How do you mean?’ murmured Tim, kissing gently along her neck, sending a flurry of goosebumps down her arm.
‘Being with…two men…’ she stuttered, barely able to bring herself to say it.
‘Feels pretty damn right to me,’ grinned Jay, before swirling his warm, plump lips across the centre of her palm, dragging out a small groan from her.
‘Life should be all about having new experiences,’ Tim spoke, directly into her ear. Always the considered voice of reason. ‘How else are you going to discover what you like? Or what you need?’
‘I guess,’ she conceded. Quickly opening her eyes, Alice watched in astonished awe as Jay’s beautiful, curling mouth kissed tenderly up her arm to her shoulder. He made sure to send her a cheeky wink en route.
‘You’re shaking,’ he observed, sounding slightly concerned.
‘She’s trembling,’ corrected Tim. ‘Trust me, there’s a big difference.’
‘Why are you trembling, baby girl?’ teased Jay, stroking his hand across one collar bone, before following with a trail of open-mouthed kisses that set her skin on fire.
‘Largely from the rush of adrenaline,’ shrugged Tim answering on her behalf. His hands had started to circle wide on her tummy, still covered by his shirt. Occasionally he nudged the underside of her small breasts, but Alice couldn’t work out whether it was accidental or not.
‘Her neck and chest are reddening,’ observed Jay, breathing gently over the warm skin. ‘I can feel the heat.’
‘Mmm, her breasts will be swelling too. Nipples stiffening against my shirt, starting to ache and throb…’
‘Fuck, that’s so sexy!’ grinned Jay, looking directly at Alice. ‘Is he right?’
Opening her mouth to respond, no sound came out. Instead, a wide-eyed Alice simply nodded her head.
‘Is your pussy clenching and pulsing yet?’ murmured Tim in her ear. ‘Can you feel your clit swelling? The wet heat? It’s all a natural physiological response to your arousal.’
‘So you like it when he talks dirty?’ chuckled Jay, upon hearing Alice release what sounded like a fraught groan. She tried to shuffle slightly, squeezing her thighs together to stifle the ache.
‘Seriously, I don’t think I can cope with this!’ groaned Alice, her shaking starting to get out of control now.
‘Trust us when we say, you’re doing beautifully,’ acknowledged Tim gently. ‘Hey, Jay?’ he added playfully.
‘Yeah,’ his friend replied. Jay’s hands had progressed to dragging up and down Alice’s naked thighs, stopping each time he reached the border of her nightshirt.
‘Don’t you think Alice has way too much clothing on?’
‘I really do,’ he grinned, face illuminated in the flickering orange firelight. ‘You agree, don’t you Alice?’
Fenella Ashworth is a British author of contemporary erotic fiction. All of her stories are available from Amazon and free for those with Kindle Unlimited access. Her bestselling novels are ‘To Love, Honour and Oh Pay’ and the Daniel Lawson series.
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