Book Cover: Landscaper in Paradise
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ISBN: 978-1-944514-11-2

He bared his soul...and they gave him paradise.

Kyle’s addicted to the mind-blowing sex he has with Tracy and Eric Dawson, spending nights in their bed and weekends in their guest house. He’s no longer the hired help, but an equal partner in the relationship.

Kyle joins the Dawsons on their winter vacation to Hawaii. He learns more about their past, and the threesome find new heights of pleasure in the sultry setting.

But when Tracy bursts into tears and Eric shares his doubts about the relationship, Kyle is thrown into a tailspin. Can they resolve their differences and stay together forever?

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Chapter 1

I was about to jerk off when someone knocked on the door.

I glanced at the clock. It was four-thirty. I’d left work and come home for a hot shower after a long day plowing driveways. I was restless, sitting on the couch in my underwear. I’d peeled down the waistband and was about to touch myself when I heard the first knock.

Another knock. Louder this time.

I tugged up my underwear and shuffled to the door, annoyed at the interruption. I squinted out the peephole and saw Tracy.

“Trace.” My heart leapt. I opened the door and she stepped inside, carrying cold air on her hair and coat. I shivered, then locked the door. “Been thinking about you all day.”

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She pressed a soft kiss on my lips. Her mouth was warm but her cheeks were cool. Snowflakes dotted her dark hair and black knee-length coat. Her high-heeled boots were made for…something, certainly not walking in the snow.

Tracy and her fancy clothes looked out of place in my beige apartment. I often wondered what she saw in me, the scruffy landscaper who plowed driveways in the winter.

“Didn’t know you were coming,” I said. “I woulda cleaned up a little.”

My apartment wasn’t too bad, but I worked a lot and spent most of my spare time with Tracy and Eric. Stacks of business paperwork and bills spread over the kitchen table. Piles of clean laundry covered the coffee table. At least it was clean. I was wondering about the state of my bathroom when she spoke.

“I’m not here to see your apartment.” She toyed with the top button on her coat.

“Here for a booty call?” I asked. “Where’s Eric?”

“He’s at work, trying to wrap things up before we leave.”

We were leaving tomorrow for a ten-day trip to Hawaii. Sun, sand, and nonstop sex with Tracy and Eric. I couldn’t wait.

“I hope he doesn’t work too hard,” I said. “He’ll need all his energy.”

I liked to tease the Dawsons about robbing the cradle. I was twenty-five, Tracy was thirty-four, and Eric was forty-one. I’d finally gotten Eric’s age out of him. I knew a lot more about Tracy, who loved to talk after sex.

“So…let’s get naked,” I said.

Tracy didn’t flinch. She didn’t care if I offered her a drink or a place to sit.

She came over to fuck.

“You first.” A slow smile spread across her wide mouth.

She reached into her coat pocket and took out her phone and a condom. She set them on the cushion.

“Eric wants to listen.”

I sat on the couch and stroked my cock through my underwear. Tracy untied her coat and opened it, revealing a short black dress. I was hoping she was naked, but it was December in Vermont.

Tracy peeled off her dress and placed it neatly on the arm of the couch. She was wearing a black satin bra and thong. She pulled off her boots and stood before me, her brown eyes so dark, they almost looked black.

I pulled a clean towel off the coffee table and laid it on the cushion, then shifted to sit on it. Tracy could squirt if she came hard, and I was still protective of my new couch. I slid off my underwear and kicked it aside.

She climbed on my lap and straddled my thighs. “I need you.”

I squeezed her ass, and my cock throbbed. She shifted her weight, grinding against my cock. I kissed her neck and inhaled the perfect mix of shampoo and skin and Tracy.

I tugged her bra cups down, exposing her nipples. They tightened in the cool air. I fastened my lips to one, flicking it with my tongue and sucking it hard. Tracy put her hand on the back of my neck, arching against my mouth. I spent several minutes stroking her breasts and sucking on her nipples, until she started moaning and grinding against my cock.

I pulled her thong aside. The tiny scrap of fabric was soaked, and her pussy lips were swollen and pink.

“When was the last time he fucked you?” I asked.

“Four days ago.”

Four days? What the hell is wrong with him?”

She shrugged.

“You should’ve come over sooner,” I said.

“He wouldn’t let me.”

Tracy took my cock and started jerking it with a firm grip, just the way I liked it. We knew exactly how to please each other by now; how to stroke, lick, and make each other come. My cock grew wider and longer, and the tip turned purple. She handed me a condom and watched, biting her lip, as I put it on.

She rose up and guided my cock inside. She was drenched, and after a few quick thrusts my cock was buried. I sighed and held on to her hips. Tracy moved up and down, holding on to my shoulders for leverage. Her tits bounced in front of my face. She was hot and tight and desperate to come.

“Call Eric for me,” she said.

I turned on the phone and hit Eric’s number.

“Yes?” he answered, a little breathless. “You there, baby?”

“She’s here,” I answered. “She’s soaking wet and sitting on my cock.”

Eric moaned.

“He’s so hard. He feels so good, baby.”

I put my hands on Tracy’s waist and helped her move up and down. She tilted her head back and moaned.

“Louder. Both of you,” he demanded.

I complied, eager to make Eric happy. I reached up and squeezed her nipples.

“Ah!” she cried.

“Your girl is so fucking wet, Eric.”

What was he doing? Was he hard? Were his pants unzipped?

“Tell me more,” he said.

“She’s riding me on the couch.” It was getting harder to talk. “I’ve been sucking on her tits.”

Tracy’s pussy squeezed in tight little pulses. Fucking Tracy and giving Eric the play-by-play sent tingles of pleasure up my spine. My balls tightened, and I let out a long moan.

“So. Fucking. Good,” I said.

Tracy was getting louder and riding me harder. Her thighs slapped against mine as she rode me, her wetness dripping down my balls. She put her fingers on her clit and started rubbing.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “She’s rubbing her clit.”

Eric muttered something I couldn’t hear. Tracy’s pussy clenched, nearly sending me over the edge. She let out a whine, rubbing faster and bouncing harder. My cock almost fell out, but I grabbed her hips to stay inside. Our skin grew hot as she bounced, and I tried to hold on.

“Eric!” she wailed.

Her fingers made slick, wet sounds against her clit, and her mouth dropped open. Her body stiffened and she cried out, her pussy clenching. After a few hard thrusts I followed, moaning loud for Eric. “That sounds so fucking good,” Eric said.

I pictured Eric holding the phone in one hand and his cock in the other. I imagined his long fingers curled around his wide shaft. His cockhead would be pink and engorged, a bead of fluid forming at the tip. He’d slick his fingers over the fluid and spread it down his shaft as he listened to his wife bounce on my cock.

Tracy was still fingering her clit, riding out her orgasm. Her long hair swung over her shoulders and tickled my face. I grabbed her ass and pushed deep inside, hoping to feel every last pulse. Tracy fucked me slowly, leaning forward to kiss me.

“Her skin is all pink and sweaty,” I told Eric. “She’s beautiful.”

He sighed.

“Coulda been you,” I said. “Why the hell haven’t you fucked her in four days?”

“I was thinking about you,” Eric said. “I wanted her panting and squirming for you. I wanted her horny as hell before she came over.”

My heart warmed. Tracy and I loved each other, but I loved Eric, too. Eric and I hadn’t said the words yet, but he showed his affection in different ways. He showed affection by offering Tracy to me while he was at work.

This was the third time he’d sent her over with instructions to fuck me. The first two times, he made her go home and tell him every detail. Tracy said he laid her over his lap and spanked her. She told him what a naughty girl she was…then he fucked her hard, throwing her legs over his shoulders and pounding deep while she called out my name.

“Thank you,” I said. “I missed her.”

“Be home soon,” Tracy muttered.

“See you at home, baby.”

I turned off the phone and wrapped my arms around her waist, loving the warmth of her body against mine.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too.”

We had an unconventional relationship. Tracy hit on me during the summer when I worked on her yard with my landscaping company. I fucked her while Eric watched, and he paid me for it. He liked to sit in a chair and watch, sometimes taking out his cock and jerking off. He let off a vibe like he was attracted to me, and soon he was joining us in bed.

Things progressed slowly with Eric. Flirting. Touches. Some heated kisses, our hard bodies and cocks pressing together as we explored each other’s mouths. We progressed to blow jobs, and that’s where it stayed…for now. I was bisexual, but had little experience with guys. Eric was letting me take it slow, but I knew he wanted more.

So did I.

We showered and dressed. Tracy put on a clean pair of underwear and a bra. I’d made space for her in one of my drawers. I smiled one day when I discovered a hairbrush and makeup in my medicine cabinet. I liked having some of her things in my apartment. I led her to the door, and she wrapped her arms around me, brushing her nose against mine.

“We can’t wait to show you Hawaii,” she said. “You’re going to love it.”

“I can’t wait to get away from this cold.”

It was eighteen degrees out, cloudy and with a biting wind that cut right through even the heaviest coat. A snowstorm was forming off the east coast. I hoped we could make it out of Vermont before it hit. A cold draft slid under the door from the hallway, making me shiver.

Our lips touched, and I held her against my chest. She gave me a gentle kiss, brushing her tongue against mine. I couldn’t get enough of this woman. I’d just fucked her on the couch, but I wanted to take her to my bed and—

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“What the hell?” I asked.

I looked out the peephole, and my stomach dropped to my toes. It was Jacob. He knew about Tracy and Eric, but he’d never seen her with me.

This was gonna be awkward.

I braced myself and opened the door.

COLLAPSE
Reviews:Mary Mooney on Wicked Reads Review Team wrote:

“I enjoyed this series from the very first page and hate to see it end. It is hot, sexy, and worth the read if you like ménage.”

Booklover Mary on Wicked Reads Review Team wrote:

“This is the most satisfying conclusion to a series that I've ever read…This four part series is addictive and I can't wait to read more from this author.”

on wee bit o' whiskey:

...I found it rather hard to say goodbye. My emotions ran the gamut from heartbreaking fear to utter joy; in fact, I even laughed more times than I recall doing so in prior releases...Although this may be erotica, it was the narrative of the three that kept me returning to see what happens next... Tumultuous at times but always sensual. The conclusion was the only viable ending and it was a stunner!

Melanie on Goodreads wrote:

I found myself more entranced than ever with this engaging and sexy trio...Menage fans, grab this book for the steamiest reading of the summer!

Katherine on Goodreads wrote:

Be prepared for a roller-coaster of emotions with this one... I was in tears crying with the characters on the page. Such a beautiful story.

Paige on Goodreads wrote:

This book should come with batteries...I have been so anxiously awaiting this final installment that I started it immediately after hit my Kindle. And it did not disappoint...The opening scene immediately drew me back into the threesome's fold and it never let up. I easily went from fanning myself during their sexy times, and then holding my breath that they could work out their differences. I loved the realistic approach Robin took. Reality is harsh for people who live "differently" and I adored that she took their story there. This novella series is the perfect quick read...this series has become one of my favorite erotica shorts.

Diane on Goodreads wrote:

This was a great series...The ending was perfect & even made me tear up...I am saddened to see their story come to an end, but at least they got their well deserved HEA.