Book Cover: Landscaper in Love
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ISBN: 978-1-944514-09-9

He wasn't paid to fall in love...

Kyle still can’t believe he’s having sex with the gorgeous Tracy Dawson while her husband Eric watches. When the Dawsons invite him to spend a long weekend at their vacation home on the lake, he jumps at the chance. Kyle gets to know Tracy in the quiet setting, and his affection for her grows deeper with every encounter. He’s falling in love with a married woman…

…and her husband. Kyle pushed his own boundaries when Eric asked to join them in bed. During the long weekend, the men take their physical relationship further, and forge an intimate connection. Kyle’s attraction to Eric brings on a whole new level of confusion and guilt.

If Kyle admits his feelings for the Dawsons, will they still invite him into their bed; or will he be left out in the cold?

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Chapter 1

My lover’s husband called twice, but I ignored him.

I was out with my friends the first time Eric called. I checked the screen, then put the phone back in my pocket.

Making him wait would piss him off, and that made me smile. I loved to tease him.

We hit a neighborhood bar for burgers and beers. It felt good to be with Jacob and the guys, and take my mind off my upcoming trip with Tracy and Eric.

We played pool and laughed our asses off. A pretty brunette tried to hand me her phone number, but I told her I had a girlfriend. I wasn’t interested.

I called it a night pretty early and headed back to my apartment. At twenty-five, the heavy drinking thing was getting a little old. Work started at seven a.m., and I didn’t want a hangover.

I’d just entered my apartment when the phone rang again. This time, I answered.

“Eric.”

“Kyle.” His voice was tight. “Where have you been?”

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“I saw your call, Your Majesty…and I ignored it. I went out with friends.”

I spoke to Tracy regularly, but I never talked to Eric on the phone.

“You could’ve texted me back,” he said.

Was that jealousy? Mr. Eric Fucking Dawson, real estate investor, husband of a hotwife, master of the universe?

“I don’t answer to you outside the bedroom,” I said.

He sniffed. I didn’t know what Eric did in his spare time. Did he go out with friends? Count his money? Arrange his ties? Part of the attraction was the mystery. I didn’t know much about him outside the bedroom.

“What are you wearing, Kyle?”

Heat surged over my body. I hadn’t been with Tracy and Eric for two weeks, and I was craving their touch.

“Phone sex? Are we really doing this?”

Eric’s low chuckle filled my ear. “Yes, we are.”

I sat on the couch and leaned back against the soft cushions. A week ago, I was watching TV when a loud knock startled me. I opened the door and watched, stunned, as two burly delivery men came in. They carried off my sorry-looking couch and brought in a new one. It was the same brand the Dawsons had in their living room.

I smiled, thinking about the time I ate Tracy’s pussy on the couch while Eric watched.

There were perks to being with Eric and Tracy: the big wads of cash, Eric’s connections that helped my landscaping business, and the sweet rush of being with people who understood me and made me feel good.

I kicked off my shoes. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m dressed.”

“What are you wearing?”

“A t-shirt. Jeans.”

“Underwear?” he asked.

I switched the phone to my other ear and spread my legs. “Yeah.”

“Take off your shirt.”

My cock responded, making my jeans tight. “What next?”

“Unzip. Let me hear it.”

I placed the phone near my crotch and pulled the zipper nice and slow. I flicked open the button, then put the phone back to my ear.

“Where are you?” I pictured him sitting behind a big mahogany desk with the door locked, his hands down his pants. “I wanna hear you unzip.”

“No. Now take your hand and slide it into your underwear.”

My neck heated. Did I lock the door?

“Now, Kyle,” he growled.

“Alright, alright…” I slipped my right hand into my underwear and palmed my shaft. “So fucking bossy.”

“Are you hard?”

I brushed my fingers over my shaft, then circled the base. “You know I am.”

“Go slow…just using your fingertips.”

I exhaled and let my fingers drift over my cock. Gentle touches, like his wife would make with her soft hands. My balls tightened. I pictured

Tracy between my legs, licking my cock with her sweet mouth.

“Put me on speaker.” His voice took on that haughty tone that turned me on.

I put the phone next to me and hit the speaker button. “Now what?”

“Grab the base of your cock. And Kyle?”

“Yeah?”

“Make some noise.”

I tried to breathe a little louder. Tingles of shame ran up my spine. I’d gone through a gauntlet of emotions with Eric and Tracy: Guilt. Lust. Envy. Fear someone would find out I was messing around with a client, even though I’d reassigned Jacob to the Dawsons’ account. Reluctance to come out to my friends. It was one thing to admit I was bisexual; another thing to admit I was joining a married couple in bed for money.

My cock was like iron in my fist. I tightened my grip and made long, slow strokes.

“I can’t wait to have you in our bed at the lake,” he said. “I want to watch you eat Tracy’s pussy.”

I moaned. “Fuck, yeah.”

I imagined him lying beside me, his mouth open, his breathing ragged as he stroked my cock. I’d let him jerk me off. That, and a few heavy make-out sessions that left me wondering why I’d given up guys.

“I’m so fucking hard for you,” I said.

“Faster,” he commanded.

The skin on my cock slid up and down. A bead of fluid formed at the tip. I spread it over my shaft, making a wet noise I knew he could hear.

“That sounds so good. I can’t wait to wrap my fingers around your cock.”

I grunted. Pressure built in my balls, and the muscles in my thighs tensed. “Keep talkin’.”

“I’ll stroke you until you’re squirming in my hands.”

“Yes.” Oh, yes, I intended to let him do whatever he wanted this weekend.

“I’ll lick your thighs until you buck against my mouth and shove your pretty cock between my lips.”

“Fuck, Eric.”

“I’ll run my tongue over your tip, then pull you deep into my throat.” His breathing turned ragged.

Exactly what I’d been dreaming about. The head of my cock was swollen and leaking.

“Let me hear it, Kyle.”

My breathing grew harsh, my hips bucked, and my movements turned jerky. I grunted and swore until I couldn’t hold back, coming hard, shooting across my stomach and chest. I kept stroking, drawing it out, thinking about Eric deep-throating my cock.

My cock finally softened. I wiped up the mess with my t-shirt and tried to catch my breath.

“I know how sexy you look sprawled out on that couch,” he said. “I can’t fucking wait to taste you this weekend.”

Shit, I never heard him talk like this.

“Does Tracy know you’re good at phone sex?” I asked.

His chuckle warmed my ear. “Just getting you ready for the weekend.”

Like I needed help with that. I’d jerked off constantly after being with them. When I woke up. In the shower after work. Before I fell asleep. I was restless and needy. Watching porn didn’t help. I tossed my computer aside, knowing I’d have the real thing in a few days.

“Three more days,” he said. “Seven a.m. sharp, Kyle. Don’t be late.”

He hung up, leaving me panting and needy. I turned off the phone and headed to the shower.

It was gonna be a long three days.

COLLAPSE
Reviews:Patient Lee on Writerotica wrote:

...In this series, there is a lot of M/F action (which is excellent), but what keeps me coming back for more is the M/M romance. This one is special. It's uncertain at times. At others, they both know exactly what they need...It makes for some panty-dripping hot scenes...The sex is hot, hot, hot. I highly recommend this series, and I can't wait for the conclusion.

Paige on Goodreads wrote:

Landscaper in Love is the third book in Robin Stone Landscaper's series. It was a sweet and sexy ménage done oh so right. With off the charts steam, a developing M/M/F dynamic with a bigger focus on M/M this time, and the love triangle that's not a love triangle had me excited in more than one way...

This addition started HOT and never let up. I've been anxiously awaiting this installment since Landscaper in Lust ended...By the end I was panting for more yet completely satisfied that I'm eventually going to get exactly what I need. Ms. Stone gets better with each book she writes and I can't wait for the next installment.

Rodin on Goodreads wrote:

What a brilliant follow up to book 2. Book 3 is so hot it smokes. The plot runs smoothly. The characters develop further as we grow to know them better. The MF scenes are beautifully written and the M M leaves nothing to the imagination. A five star book which leaves us wanting the next book.

Lucien on Goodreads wrote:

It's an AMAZING book, well written. Thank You Ms Robin Stone, love the first Landscaper books, love this one, and can't wait for the next one.