THE RIGHT MEN FOR THE JOB - an erotic novella.

They both want to service her every need...
Car mechanics, Deacon and Vico, are both lusting after sultry Astrid Jacobs. Her sleek chassis and curvy lines have them panting for more. And now she's cruising over to their workshop, looking for a good mechanic. Never let it be said these two aren’t ready, willing and able to please a customer. Forget about who will get to ask Astrid out, this calls for teamwork.  

And they’re the right men for the job…
Astrid would rather do anything than attend her Ex’s engagement party, but not going means he wins. And he already took too much from her. Her pride was the only thing she had left. Well, that and her 1968 MG Roadster. But when her car breaks down Astrid is ready to give up. Until Deacon and Vico make an offer she doesn’t want to refuse. They'll take her to the party, and show her Ex what he's missing.  

Puttin’ in overtime for some after-hours body work…
However, the flirting doesn't stop at the party, and they are soon engaged in a sizzling ménage a trois. But can it last, or will they crash and burn, ruining friendships and lives forever?

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Reader Advisory: This book contains group sex and m/m interaction.

"This is a hot, steamy short that gives a good taste of just how good Saskia Walker can be. The entire story is tight, fast-paced, and yet definitely doesn't leave any loose ends hanging. From the moment Astrid walks into Deacon and Vico's life, the stage is set -- within a few short pages the romance is going full throttle, Astrid's past is made clear, and Deacon and Vico enter a whole new phase within their friendship. The sensitive handling of Deacon and Vico's relationship was beautiful to behold and I really enjoyed how it was definitely a focal point, yet it never took away from Astrid's budding relationship with the two of them. " 4/5. Night Owl Romance.

EXCERPT:

Vico scanned the crowd and knocked back the glass of champagne Deacon had put in his hand. “You know all these people?”

Astrid shook her head. She sipped from her flute of champagne in an almost compulsive manner, as if she was nervous. “Some of them. A third, maybe. The ones I know are old friends that I haven’t been in touch with for a while.” She nodded across the room at a man who Vico had already tabbed as the biggest schmoozer in the place. “That one, he’s my ex boyfriend, that’s why this is so awkward for me. This is his engagement party.”

Deacon nearly choked on his spicy-chicken-on-a-stick. “Seriously?”

Astrid nodded, and then took a bigger swig of her champagne. She was seriously uneasy. Vico perched alongside her where she rested up against a window sill, and slid his arm around her. He let her feel his reassurance in a gentle embrace, his hand tightening around her waist, before he glanced back at the schmoozer. Oddly enough he could picture them together but it would have been far too perfect, and he didn’t approve of that. Life never approved of it, so why should he? A sophisticated woman like Astrid needed a bit of rough to set her off and let her glow. Two bits of rough, maybe? Vico’s thoughts ran in a direction that his fantasies often secretly did. What did Deacon think, he wondered?

Deacon was frowning as he looked across at the ex. “Wait a minute, you’re telling us that bloke there,” he gesticulated with his half-eaten canapé, “left you, for the woman you were talking to at the door?”

He was still frowning heavily as he asked the question. He was right to frown. The friend was pretty, but Astrid was a goddess. Their goddess. Vico was already thinking of her that way. He wondered if he could convince Deacon to give it a go. He’d shared a woman with another man before, but his instinct was that Deacon had not.

“No,” Astrid said, “he didn’t leave me for Lucia.”

Vico noticed that she tensed when she talked about it. She still wasn’t over it. He knew a good remedy for that.

“Although I did introduce them. He left me for another woman, a different one. In fact there’ve been a few others before he settled down with my best friend.”

“Ouch,” Deacon said, and turned to kiss her gently on the cheek.

Vico knew it was an instinctive gesture. Deacon was a big softie underneath his gruff exterior, but he wasn’t going to be left out when it came to Astrid, and he delivered his next comment with conviction. “That man is crazy. He’s the biggest loser here.”

When she turned her face up to his, Deacon looked at her with a kind of hypnotised stare and then kissed her full on the mouth. She jumped, startled, and then quickly melted, her lips parting as she returned his kiss. Watching them made Vico hard, and his mind raced. He glanced away, and saw that her ex had noticed what was going on. Vico lifted his glass in the lucky man’s direction. The ex glowered and stomped off.

Deacon and Astrid were oblivious. Deacon was kissing her neck. She gave a breathless laugh. “You two are very good for my ego.”

“Ego? Is that what they call it these days?” Vico said, leaning in, his hand tightening on her waist as he whispered in her ear.

“Don’t mind Vico,” Deacon said. “He always attempts to get the woman I want.”

Vico watched her reaction to that comment.

Her soft lips parted and her eyes flashed, then she tilted back her head and chuckled, and the sound of it was deeply sexy. He wondered for a moment if it was just about getting back at the ex boyfriend, but she wasn’t even looking beyond the pair of them anymore.

“Hey now, you two are winding me up,” she said.

Vico recognised his window of opportunity. He wanted to open her up. She deserved to be adored and loved. “Not at all. We both want you, simple as that.”

“Stop it,” she whispered, blushing.

He shrugged. “They say success is the best form of revenge, why not show him you can have two men if you want?”

“I wouldn’t want you to fake anything just to help me out.” She glanced from one of them to the other. She really didn’t believe it.

“Fake it?” Deacon shook his head. “No way. I’ve known Vico for three years, and I know he wants you. As for me,” he lifted her chin by one finger, turning her to face him fully, “no faking required.” Closing the gap between them, he kissed her full on the mouth again.

Vico watched, fascinated. Deacon wasn’t usually so blatant, not ever. Party guests were looking their way, but apparently Deacon didn’t care. Astrid had lost touch with her surroundings as well. Her hands were latched over Deacon’s shoulders as he kissed her. Vico was pleased Deacon had made the move. His British friend was picking up tips from him, perhaps. Either that or he wanted her so much he didn’t know what he was doing.

When they came up for air, Deacon gently stroked her hair back from her face. Astrid was even more beautiful when aroused, her eyes dark, her skin flushed. Watching them together was too good. Vico pictured them locked in a kiss the way they had been, but naked, with Deacon in action between her legs. His cock hardened in response to the image. He’d give anything to see Deacon in action.

I might even share the goddess to get a ringside seat for that show.

“So, what do you think,” he ventured. When she locked eyes with him, her soft lips parted, he decided to push it forward. “Do you want to get out of here, go somewhere else, spend some time with us?”

She nodded, her eyes bright and oddly luminous.

“Ever had two men before?” he added.

She shook her head, but she wasn’t shocked. She was fascinated. Beside her, Deacon’s eyes burned with anticipation, and he was looking to Vico to urge it on. Swallowing the rest of his champagne, Vico abandoned the glass. “Come on, let’s go.”

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