Firecracker Under Pressure - Firecracker #3 (Erotic Romance) by Megan Flint Page B

tentative with his desires and hesitant to really cut loose, no doubt afraid of hurting her with his hulking size.
    Option five. Start a polyamorous cult of Trixie where men forswear all other women to worship solely at the temple of her cunny.
    All right, back to reality Trixie. Cy was still telling her about his new job and she’d been blithely bobbing her head and making the occasional sound instead of actually listening.
    Cy, short for Cyril, was in the city. There was no point in considering all the possibilities and playing them out endlessly in her mind. Her girlfriends would have a collective conniption when she told them about this latest development. They were already in a tizzy about Erik returning to the playing field. They had salivated over Erik no less than they did over Cy. Dating both men would throw them into a jealous froth. Maybe she shouldn’t tell them.
    Cy was here now and much as she wanted to keep him bedridden, he would have to go back home eventually. Trixie was faced with the potential of a long-term relationship, in many respects, for the first time. The last time she had been in anything more than a casual relationship was many years ago, with a man who, by all evidence, couldn’t cope with her spurting blackouts. At least, that's why she assumed he left. The one hurdle she had struggled against since then, finding a man who not only enjoyed her explosive orgasms but welcomed them, had been vaulted, twice, in less than a month.
    Having a meaningful relationship was strange and unfamiliar road, but not unappealing. It had always been easier to just screw their brains out. Doing so had been working with Erik for the past week, but she knew it wasn't a permanent solution. For that matter, if that’s all he wanted, then her choice between the two men would be simple.
    Well, there was no point in putting off the inevitable. If she didn’t admit to Cy that they weren’t exclusive now, it would only be more awkward later if they bumped into Erik on the street, or somebody else who knew them both, like Vanessa. She really needed to find out where that harpy lived.
    “Cyril, I need to tell you something…”
    Trixie used his full name, hoping to set a somber tone. Cy didn’t interrupt her so much as touch her face tenderly. Trixie lost her train of thought .
    “How you would feel about getting out of the city?” he asked.
    “That was fast. Are you sick of the hustle already?” Trixie said.
    “I just miss being surrounded by trees. I’m sure I’ll get used to it, but how would feel about taking an excursion with me this weekend?”
    Trixie couldn’t believe her luck. That would certainly keep them from bumping into anybody.
    “I’m not opposed to the idea. What did you have in mind?”
    “There’s an inlet I’d like to explore. How would you like to be my paddle buddy?”
    “A paddle buddy?” Trixie raised an eyebrow provocatively. “Will I be able to sit down afterward or should we establish a safe word first?”
    “Paddling through water, although I’m not opposed to your interpretation.”
    She liked that about Cy. So far he was open to any kink she had in mind.
    “Hold onto that thought. An inlet you say? It doesn’t sound like there’s going to be much solid ground beneath me during this trip.”
    “Well, I’d ask you if you’re afraid of getting wet, but I think we’re well past that now.”
    Cy smiled, thinking himself clever.
    “Oh, I wouldn’t say we’re past anything, least of all this evening. A proper welcoming to the city is still in order.”
    Trixie stood up, still shiny with their commingled sweat.
    “Didn’t you just do that?” Cy asked as she crossed to the pile of coats on which they had rutted moments earlier. Trixie donned a trench coat while throwing one of her oversized jackets to Cy. She had bought it off a men’s clearance wrack. It fit him well enough for what she had in mind.
    “Where are we going?”
    “You’ll see,” she said.
    Trixie