Bittersweet: MMF Bisexual Romance

By A. Anders

An FBI agent with a secret past falls for the sexy criminal he’s chasing. These opposites will get their second chance at love. And, unexpected twists and turns, sizzling sex and a mysterious woman will turn their forbidden love into a smokin’ MMF romance.

Sam Bitter is a criminal with a problem; he's in love. What's the problem? It's with Thomas Sweet, the FBI agent chasing him. Does Tom know how Sam feels about him? He doesn’t, but following the clues, he is quickly figuring it out.

But what do you do when a twenty-year-old secret stands between you and the man you love? And what do you do when your only chance of being together includes actual ball and chains?

Sam might have a lot of regrets but loving Tom isn’t one. The question is, once Tom finds out how Sam feels, will Tom be able to look past Sam’s shadowy history and return his love.

With the FBI closing in on Sam, and a mysterious woman seducing them both, Sam and Tom will have to figure things out fast.

Written by international bestselling author A. Anders, this super-steamy standalone includes explicit MM, MF and MMF scenes and is about sex, love and betrayal. Filled with the twists and turns of a complicated love story, 'Bittersweet: MMF Bisexual Romance’ will keep you on the edge of your seat as much as it turns you on. But in the end, you can count on the characters living happily ever after.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RateABull Publishing
• Release date: May 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463513965

Book preview

Chapter 1

Sam sat in his car with the engine off staring at the building in front of him. He wasn’t sure if he could go through with his plan. Luckily he had come prepared for that. Leaning over to the passenger side and searching under the seat he found his flask of vodka. Unscrewing it he took two shots. It was the cheap stuff so it burned going down. For Sam, it was a familiar burn and he knew that in fifteen minutes nothing was going to matter.

Twenty minutes later he felt ready. Taking another swig, he returned the flask under the passenger seat and got out of the car. It was a warm Florida night. Sam found warm nights the best for making bad decisions and a bad decision was what he was making now.

Sam walked up to the door of the bar and stared into the bouncer’s eyes. Sam was sure he could take him if he had too and he was sure that the bouncer was probably thinking the same thing.

ID? the large man asked after giving Sam a once over.

Sam pulled his wallet from his pocket. In it was his fake driver’s license. It wasn’t perfect but it was good enough to pass the scrutiny of a flashlight. Sam would never use his real name for something like this. Too many people were after him. If he ended up on some database somewhere he would have to scrap the life he invented, and he was tired of inventing new lives.

Have a good one, the large man said handing him back his ID.

Sam didn’t respond. Instead, he pushed past the bouncer and entered the bar. The bar was different than he expected. He was expecting it to be more colorful. It looked like a normal bar.

Scanning the variety of patrons he made a beeline to the bartender.

Give me a beer. Whatever’s on tap, Sam said to the bearded man hovering in front of him.

The bearded man nodded and returned moments later with a full pint glass. He drank half of it in an instant. With it down he felt the accumulation of the alcohol taking effect. It was then that he spun his stool and looked around. His inhibitions were lowered. He could finally do what he had come to the bar to do.

Slowly scanning the room a second time he noticed just how many of the men were looking at him. They weren’t staring. Mostly they were being coy. When Sam looked at them, they would peek over and then turn away.

For the first time, Sam didn’t mind the attention. He was there for a reason. The attention helped him do what he was there to do.

Hey, need another drink? a man asked from Sam’s opposite shoulder.

Sam turned and stared at him. He was good looking. Sam might even refer to him as hot. Chiseled cheekbones, fit but not overly muscular, he was the type of man that Sam had run from his entire life. This was the type of man who Sam could barely resist.

If you’re having one, Sam replied feeling the vodka warm his insides.

The good looking man turned to the bartender and ordered two more of what Sam was drinking. They came as Sam finished his first glass.

I’ve never been here before. What’s the vibe in this place? the good looking man asked Sam.

First time here too, Sam explained.

I thought so. You don’t seem like a regular.

What gave me away?

You’re too hot.

Hearing the man’s words, Sam’s thoughts turned to his own cock. It was growing hard. This was what he hoped would happen when he was making his plan the night before. Looking at the good looking man, he wondered how far his fantasy would go. Lying alone in bed Sam had imagined a lot.

You too, man, Sam heard himself say.

The man smiled. His perfect teeth reminded Sam of someone, but the vodka was kicking in hard and he couldn’t think of who.

How many people here do you think are just looking to fuck? the good looking man asked as he sat on the stool next to Sam.

All of them, Sam joked. Why come here if you’re not?

For the beer, of course.

You got me there, Sam relented offering the man cheers.

Clinking glasses they both took a swig. Yes, the man definitely reminded him of someone and he was beginning to figure out who.

The good looking man leaned closer to Sam. What are you into?

Sam could smell the man’s musk. It quickened his pulse. Sam looked away trying to gather himself. It didn’t help. His breathing became heavy. He was starting to feel like an animal. He was a predator and this man was his unsuspecting prey.

Into? Sam asked feeling his large cock grow brick hard.

You a top or a bottom?

What do you mean?

The man looked at Sam confused. When he continued, it was with hesitation. Do you like to pitch or catch?

Sam washed the analogy around in his mind. He figured out the meaning. I pitch. You catch?

I could play catch with you, the man said looking down into Sam’s lap. Do you have a place?

Sam’s chest tightened hearing the question. No. Do you?

The good looking man scanned Sam again. Sam could see his hesitation. He was losing him. He would have to do something fast. So without thinking, he reached over, grabbed the back of the man’s neck and kissed him hard.

The man was startled but quickly relaxed. Sam teased open the man’s mouth and the hot man complied.

When Sam pushed his tongue into the stranger, his own body tingled. He had never done anything like this before. He never thought he could ever be so bold yet here he was. He had kissed a man.

His heart pounded with lust. Touching his tongue with the man’s, Sam wanted more. Holding the stranger’s face between his hands, Sam’s cock fought against his jeans.

Out of breath, the man pulled away. Panting himself, Sam took control. Do you have a place?

I have a place.

Take me there.

The man nodded and complied. Tossing cash onto the bar he led Sam out. It’s close. You wanna walk or drive your car?

I’ll drive.

Both men got into Sam’s car. Thankfully it was close. Three blocks away, Sam parked and the man exited towards the two-story apartment building.

Sam followed still not believing that it was finally happening. He reached forward and touched the man’s ass. The man didn’t pull away. Sam’s pulsing cock tensed with excitement.

Entering the apartment the gorgeous man led Sam back to the bedroom. He looked like he was about to say something when Sam grabbed his face and kissed his lips. Sam couldn’t wait a second longer. He needed to be in him.

Holding the man between his hands, Sam’s mind swooned. His body lit up with pleasure. The man was grabbing his ass. Sam liked having another man’s hands on him. Wanting to feel a man’s naked body, he let go of his face and began to undress him.

Peeling the good looking man’s shirt back, Sam next attacked his pants. Stripping him, he grabbed the man’s cock. It was hard.

Sam inhaled briefly losing his breath. He enjoyed holding a cock more than he ever imagined he would. And when the man held Sam’s clothed cock and gasped, Sam couldn’t hold off his desire any longer.

Ripping off his own clothes, Sam backed the naked man onto the bed. He smelt so good. His broad shoulders and toned chest felt so good in his hands. This was a man beneath him, unquestionably and inescapably. Everything about him drove Sam wild.

Spreading his legs like he would a woman, Sam went in search of his hole. Prodding with his cock, he found nothing there. Sliding further and further down, the man’s flesh gave way. Rolling the man onto his back, Sam took aim and was about to claim his long-awaited prize.

Wait, the man cried.

Sam froze. For a moment Sam considered taking him anyway. It took everything in him to give in when the man fought to get away.

Pulling away from Sam, the good looking man crawled across the bed. Opening a drawer, he retrieved a bottle of something and handed it to him. It was lube. This wasn’t a sign that he wanted Sam to stop. This was a sign that he wanted Sam to fuck him harder.

Sam’s cock flinch stiff and froze. Sam needed to fuck him more than he needed to breathe. Sam flipped the man onto his stomach and slathered the lube between the man’s ass cheeks. He pushed a finger into his ass. The man yelped. Sam’s animal instincts liked the sound. Aiming his cock again, he pinned his prey down and thrust in hard.

Like a fawn, the younger man bleat. He bucked and squirmed trying to get away but he couldn’t. Sam fucked him mercilessly. Sam had never been more turned on in their life.

It didn’t take long for Sam to feel his orgasm coming. He tensed his cock fighting it off. Sam won holding it back.

With the feeling subsiding, Sam again fucked the man with full force. Wanting to see the man’s handsome face, Sam flipped him over and rolled him onto his back. The man’s cock was completely hard. As much as he squirmed in Sam’s strong arms, Sam realized that he didn’t really want to get away. The man wanted to be restrained and used. Sam was only too happy to oblige.

Pinching his nipples and pulling his hair, Sam manhandled the stranger. By the end, the man lay like a sack of flesh. It was then that Sam held the man’s neck and slowed his fuck.

Touching their lips for a kiss, Sam took the other man’s cock in his free hand. Letting go of his lips, he stroked the good looking man. His light groans escalated into the signs of an impending orgasm. The sounds pushed Sam to the edge.

Closing his eyes Sam again thought about what he was doing. This was what he had run from for so long. Now here he was sliding his cock into a man’s ass while stroking him to completion. It was almost unbelievable.

Sam felt the pull on his balls as the sting of his orgasm gathered at the base of his cock. He wouldn’t be able to fight off the feeling a second time and this time he didn’t want to. Sitting up, he ran his free hand down the good looking man’s hairless body. It made him think about long ago.

When the man beneath him tensed and his cock flinched, Sam could no longer hold on. The man groaned and erupted. Sam, grabbing onto the man’s chest, did the same.

Ahhh! Sam bellowed releasing an unbridled flood into the man. 

Sam’s cock flinched uncontrollably. He was exhausted. He didn’t want to pull out of the limp man’s tight ass, but he also had to lie down.

Willing himself, he lowered the good looking man’s legs onto the bed. Withdrawing his still hard cock, he lay next to him. The stranger rolled onto his side so that Sam could wrap his