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Fire & Ice A Ménage Fantasy

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Chance Carter

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B073Z8HV6Z
Book Information:

Two men.
Exact opposites of each other.
I’m going to have them …
Both.

One’s as cool as ice. Makes sense he’s a pro hockey player.
The other’s fiery and passionate. He’s a firefighter who risks his life for a living.
They’re my Fire and Ice.
And they’re both after me.

They want me with an intensity that scares me.
They’ll stop at nothing until one of them has me.
Or both.
Believe me, I’m not that girl.
I never even had a ménage fantasy.
And now I’m in the middle of one!

Two men, Fire and Ice.
How would you choose?

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Chapter 1

Nora

Nora tried to keep her expression neutral, not wanting to appear shocked by the outrageous exploits that her patient was determined to describe, apparently in even more detail.

“Both men were completely focused on me, but in very different ways. The whole experience was mind-blowing. I must have orgasmed a hundred fucking times. Between the two of them, not an inch of my body was left unexplored. They touched me, kissed me, bit, nibbled, and caressed me from top to bottom. They filled every hole. I was covered in their sweat, saliva and cum,” Sue whispered provocatively, trying to test Nora’s comfort level, as she carefully gauged her reaction.

“It was fucking hot! Definitely a fantasy come true, but I know what you are going to say, Dr. Dupree. You think that sex for me is some sort of compulsion, that I need my partners to somehow validate me, right? That I’m compensating for something.”

Nora’s patient leaned forward and brushed her long blond bangs aside, grinning broadly and waiting for her response. Unfazed, Nora leaned forward slightly, and tilted her head.

“Why do you think that I’m going to say that, Sue?” Nora questioned gently.

“Because women like you always think that women like me must have some sort of clinical issue. It helps people to make sense of me somehow. Like, I must have some sort of deviant social disorder, right? Just because I like to fuck a lot?” Sue goaded, her tone playful, yet defensive.

Nora sat back and smiled warmly.

“I can’t speak for other women, but at the moment I’m just listening and processing. I’m not here to judge you, Sue. I am here because you asked me to help you figure it all out.”

Sue regarded Nora carefully.

“So you think it’s okay then? The fact that I like sex?” Sue challenged.

This was only their second appointment together and Nora was still getting to know her patient. Sue had come to Nora out of concern that her preoccupation with sex was interfering with her life. She was also consistently engaging in dangerous behaviors that could compromise her health and well-being. In spite of reaching out for help, it wasn’t uncommon for people to push back, especially when addiction was part of the equation.

“Sex is very enjoyable by design. We’re supposed to like it,” Nora offered evenly, “In fa—“

“So why does everyone think I have a problem then?” Sue spat, interrupting Nora, and throwing her arms up for emphasis.

“Do people think you have a problem?” Nora asked, lowering her voice slightly—a technique she frequently used when her patients became agitated.

“No shit, Sherlock! I get judged all the time. My friends and family won’t even speak to me anymore. It’s fucking bullshit, and none of their damn business anyway!”

Sue’s frustration was obvious.

“Why do you think your friends and family no longer speak to you?” Nora pressed cautiously.

“Let’s see. Because they’re losers and fucking jealous? They have boring, bland, monogamous sex lives and their lazy-ass partners don’t make any effort for them or even care if they cum or not? They hate that they settled? That they’re no longer desired? How the fuck should I know?” Sue snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Is that true?” Nora urged, “Are they jealous?”

“What else could it be?” Sue stammered, throwing herself back in the chair.

“Well, what else could it be, do you think?” Nora pushed gently, taking a sip of her tea.

Sue looked at her blankly, offering no response, some of her bravado fading. Nora waited patiently.

“I’m not sure,” Sue finally replied, after a long pause.

“Have you ever asked them?” Nora queried, gently guiding her patient down a healing path.

“Specifically?”

“Um-hm,” Nora nodded. Sue inhaled thoughtfully, shaking her head.

“Do you want to know?” Nora asked, smiling softly.

Sue responded with a dismissive shrug.

“Hear me out here. What if the reasons you suggested aren’t really the reasons at all? What if it is something different, like they are worried about you? Maybe their value system is different than yours and they aren’t sure how to process it? Maybe they’re uncomfortable with your choices and don’t know how to tell you? Ultimately, these are just assumptions, just like yours. Neither right nor wrong, just assumptions.”

Nora paused for effect, waiting for a signal from Sue, who slowly inclined her head.

“Does it bother you that the people in your circle have distanced themselves?” Nora asked gently.

Sue nodded, but said nothing.

“Is there anything else in your life that has changed that could be a direct result of your choices?” Nora continued.

Sue grinned mischievously.

“You mean aside from the mind blowing sex?”

“Yes. Aside from that… are there things you regret or feel are a loss?” Nora clarified, smiling, but unwilling to let Sue joke her way out of it.

“I lost my boyfriend of six years. He was good to me and I— I cheated on him, several times. I knew the whole time it was a horrible thing to do to him. At the time I had all kinds of ways to justify it, but I really do regret hurting him,” Sue admitted, offering Nora a glimpse of her vulnerability.


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