Sneak Peeks!

More for Me
Book 3 in the Tell All Secrets series
by Layla Lochran

This M/M/F workplace/ roommate romance is full of hot spicy scenes in Virginia Beach and London, tons of M/F, M/M, M/M/F & M/F/M experiences. If you are not a fan of the word 'f*ck, then you may not enjoy how these military men like to talk.  Let the fun, begin!


Harrison (Shark) Young (M/American) (Marine veteran, owner of a security company)
Parker West (M/British) (goes by 1st or last name, retired military, newly works for Shark)
Avery Caswell (F/ American/British transplant) (freelance designer)

Harrison is in London staying at Avery and Parker's flat for a few days while he and Parker are digging into a serious close-knit assignment that crosses intercontinentally. (Find out the full details in Lili's book, Painting Her Fate, and Alexander's book, Battle Born for You. There will be a rundown in this story so it is told as a stand-alone.)

***I am currently going through and remaking the manuscripts of my first two books in this series to prep them for audiobook production! Stay tuned for updates on when things are updated in ebook, paperback, as well as who the narrators will be!***


*This scene was inspired by the recent member numbers in Jason Clarke's fan group on Facebook, 'Jason's Gems'. We got on the topic of the number, 669, which happens to be well known in the polyamorous world. So, I thought I'd introduce you to a few of my characters 😉
Hope you enjoy!



Harrison’s POV-
Just another night of tease, tease, tease, and please, please, oh yes, please. Plus the number, '669'.


With West in taking a shower after his workout, I take it upon myself to begin the nightly rituals. No, it’s not like we’re practicing witchcraft. Although now that it’s mentioned, there is quite a bit of pleading, begging, and cursing when the three of us are together.

Oh, man. *chuckle mischievously* With this plan, or shall I say the number I have in mind for us tonight, I won’t be surprised if people in Glasgow hear us.
Avery is on the couch with her legs tucked under her watching one of her girly programs, ‘Gossip Girl’, or something.

Doesn’t matter. I could care less about the Television right now. My eyes and thoughts are specifically on her and what color those damn cheek-peeking panties might be. After dinner Avery put on one of Parker’s many superhero shirts. She likes temping me with no bra on, nipples peeking through, and her hair atop her head in a messy bun. Beautiful.

The girl knows exactly how to get my engine revving.

Yes fucking please.   

I place my phone back in my jeans pocket the same time Avery’s phone chimes from the arm of the couch. She pops the last green grape into that delectable mouth of hers, sets the bowl down on the coffee table, then picks up her device. She’s quick to glance in my direction across the living room then holds her screen facing me.

Good. She read my message.

“Am I supposed to know what this means?” I remain silent as the lines on her face give away her confusion. Then it clicks and the lines smooth out, replaced by a half smile, “Is this what I think it means?” Her voice turns sultry, “Who’s in the middle this time?” She set her phone on the coffee table next to her bowl and places her purple painted feet to the floor. A newfound pink tints her cheeks now.

Our girl is on board for what I have planned.

I can see her mind whirling at all the possibilities, and damn, what a sight it is.

That text I sent her, a simple three-digit number. ‘669’. That’s all it took to get that reaction from her.

It’s quite a fun number if you ask me. Makes me hard just thinking about the three of us acting it out.

Bring. It. On.

Like a flash of lightning, we pounce at one another in a haste. Kissing, touching, groping, then tearing at each other’s clothes, wanting to out do the other. The second she rips my shirt off I pick her up, her legs instinctually wrap around my waist and her hands rake through my hair. Avery strips herself free of Parker’s shirt as we make our way down the hall into Parker’s bedroom.

The greedy man has a king size bed all to himself.

Well. He did.

It’s a shared space as of late, or according to Parker, it’s a forty/ forty/ twenty split. Forty percent for each Avery and I, and he, as the biggest person in the bunch, has the twenty percent and cannot fathom as to the why of it.

I’ll be the first to admit that I am a bed hog and I have no shame in admitting that.

I like snuggling, so when someone moves away from me in the middle of the night, I move closer to them. If you move, come towards me, not away. Simple as that. You will have more of the bed.

Avery slides down my body as we pass through the doorway, her ass landing on the mattress with a bounce. Her head is at just the right height as she undoes my button and zipper then pulls both my jeans and boxer briefs down to my knees in one swift motion. I’ll allow her to play a little before West can join us.

Then it’s game on.

She breathes out one of her sexy sighs and, God damn, I want that sound on fucking repeat. No matter how many times this girl sees my body it’s as if she is unwrapping a surprise each and every time.  

Lucky me.

“Are you just going to stare at it all night?” I ask playfully as I shuffle out of my pants. Yeah, the socks are going too. West will never let me live that one down.

One time. It was one fucking time I left my socks on and now he is forever commenting about it.

Awe, fuck. Now I’m thinking back to our time in Virginia Beach.

Good God the man can suck cock. If he keeps that up all bets are off, I will grant him control every day if he so wishes.

Part of me is wanting that.

Woah, where did that thought come from?

Get back to the task at hand, Shark. No fucking time for thinking, just do what you do best. Please the woman.

“Maybe I am.” She peers up at me the same time those mischievous lips flash in a grin. “Or maybe I’m envisioning you, wrapped around Parker and I, helpless and at our mercy.”

My mouth goes dry as I see the wicked intent play out in her eyes. Her hand beings stroking my shaft and what a sight it is. I give a twitch of my cock, damn near helpless from her touch already.

This woman’s sex drive is higher than my own, and that is saying something because I am what you would call a sex fiend.

She craves touch, forever is seeking the thrill of something new. She’s smart, sexy, curvy, and feisty.


I vaguely catch the sound of the shower turn off, signaling West is getting ready to head to bed.

I’ve got about five minutes to get us into position.

Get ready West. This sight is going to blow-your-mind.

Still wanting to get a look see of those cheek-peeking panties, I take her wrists in one of my hands, pull them above her head, then we fall back into the middle of the mattress. With my body atop hers, our tongues tangle and fight for dominance.

Sorry little miss, you’re not winning tonight.

We all are.

I break our kiss and begin my exploration of her sensuous curves. I start with trailing kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, stopping at that one lonely freckle of hers just before the tip of her shoulder and I give it a kiss. I continue to her chest, breathing a trail of cool air as I go. These ‘C’ cups are all natural, pink and perky. They are all mine, and West’s of course. My hands let go of her wrists to fondle and pinch a nipple into submission. Her fingers dive right back into my hair, her nails raking my scalp and driving me fucking wild. I glance at her as I take a nipple into my mouth. Her eyes are closed, body arched into mine, pure lust coursing through her veins and a flush growing on her skin.

So damn perfect.

I’m not going to linger too much this time, there is so much more yet to do, and the night is far too young.

“Shark- where you going? Don’t leave.” She all but begs, then opens her eyes and releases my hair from her grip.

Never has my hair been played with as much as with these two, and I love it.

“That was just getting good.” She groans and I feel her rub her thighs together almost as if she had a premonition of where my next stop would be.

I couldn’t help a chuckle, “I need a good look at these panties you have on, little miss.” I shift lower down her torso, then reach the top of my destination. I can’t ever get enough of what this woman does to me.

It’s divine.

“What you do to me woman. -Fucking hell.”

She gives a faint hum of approval which stirs my blood even hotter.

Those cheekies, they do match her nail polish. They are mainly a purple cotton but have a bright pink lace trim on them, and if memory serves me correct, they show just the right amount of her peach. I’ve never been one to judge a person for what they have.

I love it all.

But her. There is way more to Avery that I’ve never allowed myself to feel or experience before.

Focus on the task, Shark.

There’s something else I find that catches my eye, my cock taking notice as well.

The wet spot is visible between her thighs, the cotton material soaking it in. I know exactly how she tastes, how she moans and writhes under me, how her demands turn me the fuck on, and I know right where her pleasure points are.

I need to be between her legs, like yesterday.

You were there yesterday, Shark

So I was.

In yet, I can never have enough.

I make quick work of removing her cheekies, toss them just outside the threshold for West to find as if they are bait to reel him in, then I dive right where I’m most eager to be.

But she closes her legs before I can get there.

“Nuh-uh, this is not you eating me out singularly’.” She sits up on her elbows, “get that delicious cock of yours over here, right now.”

Well, damn. Can’t say no to that. I meet her determined stare and grin, “Yes ma’am,” then give her a playful salute.

As if she has thought this through for all our sakes, she sits up then shifts so her head is at the foot of the bed, her feet now tucked under her pillow.

T-minus two minutes until West arrives. I know his schedule like the back of my hand. Us military men tend to stick to a routine no matter how many years out of the service.

Once we are in position, both eager and willing and shaking with desire, I shift her upper leg at an angle to get a better view my dessert.


Most women today go for shaving and waxing everything down below, not Avery. Her pussy is neatly trimmed and exactly what the little she-devil knows West and I like. Pair that with her tangerine smelly stuff and, fuck. I’m a goner.

Usually, I’ll dive right in, but we have to make sure West is here to watch her come the first time. That low growl deep in the back of his throat is enough to turn on anyone.

Fucking right it is.

Instead, I trail kisses along her thighs, nip at her sensitized skin, breathe in her citrusy scent, then I finally give in and trail my tongue along her slit.

Is it possible for a woman to taste better and better the more you have them? Kinda like a fine wine.

If so, I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Avery’s thighs quiver the same time she takes my cock deep into the back of her throat then releases me with a pop, then she continues on with nipping and massaging my balls.

We groan together, the sound filling the room and only further heightening our arousal.

Then we hear footsteps, next comes an inhale, presumedly of him smelling those cheekies, followed by a low menacing growl. Avery and I pause our escapades and glance in his direction.

West is standing there, dark gray towel slung low on his hips, Avery’s cheekies fisted in his hand, his well toned body ridged with lingering water droplets strewn about, and a face giving away every bit of the man’s interest. Avery is first to speak.

“We have a different kind of plan tonight. Wanna know what it entails?”

West cocks a smirk, meets both mine and Avery’s stare, then he allows the towel to come loose and fall in a pool at his feet.


His thick member lengthens as his eyes rake over the two bodies on his bed.

“Do tell, little miss.” That gravely tone sends shivers through me. The nickname we gave Avery sounds hella good coming from his baritone.

“Shark and I will continue on doing as we were,” A level of her own dominance now lacing her words, “which in turn requires you to fuck Shark tonight.”

The beefy six-foot-six linebacker of a man bites his lip as if in contemplation. Then his eyes flash with a newfound flame of need.

“I rather enjoy that idea,” he pauses, grabs the lube from his nightstand, then bends down over Avery for a kiss.

 That sight is so. Fucking. Hot.

Their tongues tangle then West breaks the kiss and moves his bruting body over to me, landing a hard passion-filled kiss on my wet lips. He growls again then pulls back.

“I love her taste on your tongue. It drives me mad, in the best damn way possible.”

“Don’t I know it.” I give a knowing grin.

He’s quick at getting right down to business, one of his slicked lubed fingers glides up and down the inside of my ass, at the same time Avery is pumping my cock and licking the pre-come off the tip. She keeps that up I’m going to blow in mere minutes.

“You want me here tonight, Shark? Because I want to be there.” West states confidently, always asking for permission first.

“You know I do.” My tone some-what breathy and begging, the same time more lube is added and his slick finger delves inside my aching hole.

“Fuck-awe, yes.”

West’s finger slides in and out a few times then he goes still, his domineering traits in full force now.

“Mate. I cannot continue until that fucking mouth of yours is on our lass.”

 Right. How could I forget? I make quick work at parting her folds and giving our woman what she most craves. What she deserves. My tongue swirls at her clit making her buck into my mouth. Her wetness coats me the same time I hear her moan.

“Parker.” She gasps and I glimpse through the tangle of limbs.

West is now two fingers deep in me, hitting that spot and stretching me wide.

All the while, his other hand is cupping Avery’s breast, flicking her nipple with his finger, back and forth, back and forth, and playing tonsil hockey with her. He swallows her moans and pants as the two of us bring her closer to the edge.

 Thank fuck she stopped stroking my length. It’s there in her hand but she’s otherwise too occupied at the moment to continue. I lap at her clit and, holy shit, by the flood surrounding my mouth, she is so damn close.

I give a good hard suck to her clit then feel her body stiffen but I don’t let up until she is squirming, her sign of it being overly sensitized. Her satisfied sigh fills the room.

That flood I mentioned is now a stream and I make damn sure to get every fucking drop of her sweetness.

“Give me your mouth, Shark. I need to taste our lass again before I fuck this tight hole.” West shifts his weight on the mattress and takes his hand from Avery’s body then grabs my jaw, not hard or menacing. Just right. A man’s rough tender touch.

That is also so God damn hot.

He takes everything from me that he wants, craves, and desires all at once. That low growl of his fills my mouth and I can’t help my ass tightening around his fingers at the sound.

“God, fuck me, West,” I demand softly, “take that thick cock of yours and make good on your promise.”

 His grip on my jaw tightens a fraction, “Is someone begging?” His tone turns sly, “I thought you didn’t beg, Shark.”

“Only when the gettin’ is good.” Avery is quick to chime in, her hand lazily stroking my shaft. “And trust me, the gettin’ is real, real good. Shark wants your cock, Parker. Best give him what he wants.”

I heave a sigh as he plunges his digits deeper, then deeper still, “What she said.” I murmur, half dazed.

With one last kiss on my lips, he then plants a kiss to my tanned shoulder blade then positions his body parallel to mine and lays next to me. I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, but he pauses.

“Round two. Show me how much you love Avery’s cunt. I want to watch you pleasure her.” West declares, his hips rocking in and out, teasing me to no end.

More pre-come beads from my slit and the sensation of Avery’s warm tongue lapping at it sends further shivers down my spine.

“It’s too good. I’m already close to coming.” I squeeze my eyes closed to try and distract myself. Avery pauses her little licks and sucking so I can get back under control.

“Eyes on me, Shark.” His demand is clear. The tone of a hard worn military man who is used to giving orders. “Damn it, Young.” He pulls away from my body and grabs my jaw once more, my eyes jerking open to stare directly into his, “I said eyes- on- me.”

Unspoken words flashed through his eyes, words only a soldier can understand. It was exactly like this in Virginia as well.

He’s got my six. I’ve got his. All three of us have each other’s back no matter what. He finds what he was looking for in my stare then nods.

“Alright.” He says then removes his hand from my face.

“Give it to me rough, West. I want to feel you for days after this.” I begin, but he’s quick to voice his own opinion.

“I’ll damn well do what I feel you deserve, not what you want.” That bruting tone of his voice, God damn. “Now, I advise you to do as I said and show me how much you love Avery’s cunt. I will not repeat myself, am I clear?”

Oh, yes. Commanding Parker West has to be my favorite type of man.

“Yes, sir.” I’m sure to meet his serious stare, then I get to work on priming our woman once more.

West adds more lube to his cock and makes quick work of making sure I am ready for him.

The first inch of his head is like pure heaven as he enters me. He knows I’ve been with other men and can take to being stretched. West has a big dick though. He stretches me near my limit. I love the slight burn as he passes the ring of muscle, then deeper still.

“Awe- fuck- so good. Yes. More.” I can’t make out complete sentences, my words are also muffled by Avery’s writhing body beside me.

He does, give me more that is, and soon he is buried to the hilt, then all bets are off.

The next few minutes went by in a blur.

I rest my head on Avery’s thigh and began fingering her tight slick hole. I add one, two, then three fingers deep inside, pumping and curling my digits as I lap and suck her in timed synchronicity.

Avery has my length in her hot mouth, gripping and swallowing almost all of me. The same time she begins playing with both mine and West’s balls, it’s so fucking erotic to feel them constrained, squeezed, and fondled by our woman’s nimble fingers.

West and I groan an approving, ‘fuck’ at the same time, our bodies completely at her mercy.

Fucking right.

All the while West is balls deep, continuously rubbing his shaft in just the right spot with every thrust. His mouth, God, that man’s mouth is evil as he nips and sucks my neck, then soothes it with his tongue, lathing over my wounds and pushing me dangerously close to the edge.

“Fuck.” I repeat. I’m close, *groans* so damn close. I can’t come yet though. Gotta get our girl off one more time before that happens. She’s close too, I can both feel and taste it.


“I’m about to- *gasp* yes- *gasp* right there- ah-.” Avery trembles against me and the bed begins to shake with all three of us riding the precipice.

“Come Avery” West forcefully demands, “Shark, save her come for me. It’s mine.” His movements are harder, deeper, more along the lines of how I love it and need it. He must be close too.

With Avery getting help from West thrusting into me, she is better able to control how deep my cock goes down her throat.

What a fucking sight we must make right now.

The thought makes my orgasm slam into me the same time Avery is also sent over the edge. We both cry out, our bodies going rigid and trembling, making the bed feel like an earthquake struck.

Three more thrusts from West then I feel his hot seed filling me, each jerky movement further extending my orgasm as his cock presses on that prefect spot inside me again and again.

I’m not sure how long it took for one of us to move, as I was the piggy in the middle, I wasn’t going anywhere, nor did I want to.

Next time, I want West to be in the middle so I can fuck him and experience that glorious view.

West pulls out slowly and I can feel his come ready to dribble out. The three of us are panting and trying to gather ourselves. Then West begins to chuckle lightly, an uncommon noise from him.

Sitting up I catch sight of what he is laughing at.

Avery didn’t quite get all my come in her mouth, rather, I’d say most of it landed on her face, chest, and in her hair. Well, at least she wore her hair up this time. I couldn’t help but chuckle too, then Avery joined in and the three of us had a good long post-sex laugh together.

“Time for another shower, little miss.” West states on another laugh.

Once he makes good on licking Avery’s pussy well and clean and giving her an unexpected third orgasm, he picks up her limp form in a cradle hold then the three of us make our way in for a well-deserved shower.

We are high on lust and drunk on something else entirely devoid of alcohol.

That being something I’m not willing to voice aloud just yet.


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