Bed Fellows by Lola Leighton

        I wasn't looking to fall for one man. Let alone two... Sullivan and Will are as close as two friends can be. Growing up in the system forced them to rely on each other, and they've become accustomed to sharing everything—including women. Now they're ready for more. To find love. To start a family. To see the dreams they've shared since childhood come true. Apparently I tick off every box on their list—brains, beauty, and sass. I never hesitate to put both men in their places—which they find sexy as hell. One problem, I'm a traditional girl, with traditional values—one man, one woman, till death do us part—kind of values. They're willing to work to prove how very right the three of us could be, but what happens next is anyone's guess...   ADD TO GOODREADS

Have  you ever been jealous of a fictional character? Like you wanted her life so bad you could taste it? Well that's how I felt reading Bedfellows. I wanted to be Adrienne so bad. Two hot guys who both love and adore you? Who worship you and gives you the HEA of your dreams? Where do I sign. 

Adrienne is a traditional girl with parents of strong southern beliefs, but she's also a warm bloodied female who has need like everyone else. Needs that Sullivan and Will are going to satisfy. 

They hit a hiccup in the road, because lets be honest, dudes need help; no matter the age. They quickly over come it. I just wish we could have been privy to that conversation because i was sure curious. 

Will and Sullivan are co-dependent on each other but they do it so independently its not cringy. I was wondering if something  would eventually happen and when  it did, it was more than what I expected, but I'm greedy and still I wanted more. I want a book two. I also want Dani to get another man and for Adriennes brother to get a boyfriend. Really good book, fast read and steamy. Top notch. 

   

“Tonight has been great, Sullivan. It's just, when I think about adding Will into the equation, I get …”

“Scared?”

She shook her head. “Butterflies.”

“Butterflies are good, right?”

“I think so.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. I leaned in closer, captivated by her. Everything about her drew me in—from the swell of her full lips, to her uncertainty about this, and especially her willingness to try.

“He's not here now. Put the butterflies away.”

“Okay.” She smiled.

I leaned in closer. “I've wanted to kiss you all night.”

She wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and it was all the answer I needed. She wanted this, too. Wanted me.

My heart pumped faster with that secret knowledge.

Tilting her chin so that her lips met mine, I took her mouth. Gently at first, and then with a growing sense of hunger as her warm, wet tongue came out to meet mine.

She tasted incredible. Slightly sweet from the wine, and feminine and simply perfect.

        Lola Leighton is the pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling romance author who wanted to write steamier stories that her mother is most definitely not allowed to read. FACEBOOK | GOODREADS | NEWSLETTER