Three New Wishes

Three New Wishes

by Sean Michael

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Come to Rainbow Island, where all your sexual fantasies will come true.

James, Guard and Damien continue to grant the sexual fantasies of their clients, but so far have been unable to make Rainbow Island work for their own relationship. Damien misses being home more often with his lovers and Guard has been working on breaking down James’ defenses. can they make their own fantasies come true?

As always, three different fantasies are granted through Rainbow Island.

Tim is rich and bored. A sometimes sub he’s searching for something more. Full time Dom, Rain, is brought in to give Tim the 24/7 experience he’s been looking for, but Rain has a secret—he’s been watching Tim in the club for years, just waiting for Tim to get serious before making his move. Can these two men find what they need in each other?

Mike has been hired to be a submissive. He doesn’t know that much about the lifestyle. He figures he can handle it—besides, the payday is too good to give up. Dom Brendan is handsome and confident, and the things he shows Mike speak to something deep inside him. Could he have found something more than just another job in Brendan?

Angus and Robbie are a committed Dom/sub pair who want to spice things up a little and see if puppy play is for them. They’re excited and nervous to learn from Sam, the puppy master that Rainbow Island has brought in to show them the ropes. They discover there’s more to puppy play than they’d imagined and not all of it is for them. Can they separate what they need from what they want and come out stronger than ever in the end?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781786515612
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date: 04/11/2017
Series: Rainbow Island , #3
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 213
Sales rank: 277,177
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Bestselling author Sean Michael is a maple-leaf-loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

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Copyright © Sean Michael 2017. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.

They wouldn’t leave him alone. The motherfuckers were relentless—emails, phone calls, visits, dreams.

He couldn’t get away from them, even in his sleep.

He woke up from a dream where they were loving on him, touching him and making him insane, so, without thinking, he shot off a text.

Stop it! Stop making me dream!

Then he lifted himself into his wheelchair to go find some work to do.

The sharp rap on his door came almost immediately. There was no doubt who that knock belonged to. “Let me in, J,” Guard called out.

“Go away! I’m working!” Come in, love. Come in and hold me.

“If you don’t open the locks, I’m going to kick the damn door down. I mean it.” Guard pounded on the wood again.

He hit the locks then turned and squared off for a fight or a fuck or something. Anything.

Guard came in, wearing a fuchsia and puce Hawaiian shirt with a matching pair of puce board shorts. It almost derailed him, but then Guard opened his mouth.

“What’s this bullshit about me making you dream? You know, if you actually let me sleep with you instead of just the odd, hard-won fuck here and there, you wouldn’t have to dream.”

He let himself snap back, roar in frustration. “You two are always bothering me! I can’t sleep anymore without seeing you! I’m so fucking tired of this shit!”

Oh, dear God. That felt so good.

“Then stop fucking pushing us away all the time.” That was Damien. He was back. Their lover was back. It had been months. Months.

“You’re home.” It was the only thing that would come out of his mouth.

“Home and ready for my welcome-home-boy fuck. I am going to get it, right?” Damien closed and locked the door. “Jesus, Guard, you’re a huge fucking stud, what makes you think you need to wear those goddamned awful clothes to be noticed?”

“That’s not the point here, Dame. Focus!”

“Right. Focus. Are you not sleeping, babe?” Damien stared at him, eyes so dark, so hungry.

“You both keep bothering me.”

Damien looked at Guard. “You been bugging him at night?”

“Of course not—he won’t let me stay at night. He hardly lets me love on him. I get laid maybe once a week, if I’m lucky.”

James opened his mouth, but Damien answered first.

“That’s a hundred percent more than I get!”

“You’re never home. You’re always gone!” He wanted in on this fight.

“I’m always gone? That’s how you fucking want it! I would give anything to be able to come home more often, to know you wanted me here, Jamie.” There was honest pain in Damien’s eyes.

“I don’t want it. I miss you. This is your home.”

Guard was grinning like the fucking asshole he was, eyes lighting up at his words.

Damien, on the other hand, seemed honestly shocked. “But…but it’s my fault that. You. That you.”

“You didn’t know he was a psycho. I didn’t know. Guard didn’t know. I hate that you have to have me like this, but we didn’t know.” He hated that he would never be right again, for them.

Damien dropped to his knees in front of James and put his head in James’ lap. “I brought him here, though. Neither of you did that.”

Guard snorted. “We vet people after you book them. If they can get through our net, there was no way you could have known. God damn it, the two of you are the most stubborn fucks ever. We need to be together, all three of us. That’s how we work.”

James rolled his eyes, fingers stroking through Damien’s soft, slick hair, petting gently.

“That’s the best thing I have seen in a long, long time,” murmured Guard, swallowing audibly.

A shudder moved through Damien and he pressed closer, head pushing against James’ belly.

“I’m tired, guys,” he confessed. “I’m tired of being lonely, of being scared.”

Guard closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “And of pushing us away?”

“You wouldn’t know what to do if I stopped pushing you away,” James shot at Guard.

“Well, then, maybe I just need to be more firm about how that’s not going to work anymore. No matter how hard you push, I’m not going away.” Guard came up to him, right in his face. “I’m never going away.”

“Not the first time you’ve said that,” James noted.

“And I’m still here, aren’t I? Maybe I’m done pussyfooting around and letting you use that chair as an excuse. You can’t hide behind the wheels anymore. I won’t let you.”

Damien stared up at him. “I don’t want to hurt anymore, Jamie. I don’t want to be scared to come home.”

Maybe the thing that hurt more than what had happened to him was that sad-little-boy look in their strong, brash lover’s eyes.

“Take me to bed?” It was the best he had. Or maybe not. “To our bed?”

Happiness broke over Damien’s face, cautious but there. “Really?”

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