Too Much is Never Enough - Sneak Peek

Sabrina and Greg are living the American dream. Young, successful, and madly in love, life couldn’t be better. Storm clouds gather over their charmed life when Sabrina meets Shemar, a talented young artist who touches her in a way that shakes her world. She throws caution to the wind and follows her passion into the arms of the gorgeous painter. They quickly fall in love, but as much as she adores Shemar, Greg is still the love of her life, and she doesn’t intend to give either of them up.

Greg has spent his life pleasing women, from his overbearing mother to his demanding wife. Sabrina is his first and only lover, and he is happy to indulge her every whim. In an extreme act of unconditional love, he agrees to share his wife with another man.

Shemar is a struggling artist with incredible talent and a wild, impulsive spirit. Sabrina is his dream woman, the one created to love him for eternity. The fact that she is someone else’s wife means little to Shemar because the love they share comes along once in a lifetime, and living without her is not an option.

Too much is never enough, but will their voracious appetites lead to destruction or satisfaction?

Love Gives Us Courage

A light tap on the door indicated that the time had come. “Love gives me courage,” Sabrina mumbled as she checked her appearance one last time.

With a slightly trembling hand, she smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her pearl-colored satin dress. A bright covered her face as she opened the door and stepped into the small vestibule.

“You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” Greg said as he took her arm and tucked it into his.

Sabrina smiled. “I love you. That will never change. You are my first, and you will be my last. You know that, don’t you?”

“You are all I ever wanted. I promised ten years ago to grant you the desires of your heart, and I intend to honor that promise until my dying day.”

Sabrina rapidly blinked. Unshed tears rose to the surface and fought for release. I don’t deserve this man. He doesn’t deserve this. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and they held each other tightly. They sighed simultaneously as the first organ chords wafted through the closed double doors. Physically, they released each other, but they held on tighter in their hearts.

The doors opened, and they walked down the aisle with their heads held high. Memories of their first wedding accompanied them as they looked at the empty rows. There were no proud parents or envious friends and family in the room. On that day, in the small, rented chapel, only four people filled the space.

Joy, Sabrina’s best friend, waited for them at the altar. She wore a navy-blue pinstriped pantsuit with a powder blue blouse underneath. Sabrina gave her a weak smile, and Joy winked in return.

Finally, Sabrina locked eyes with the other person waiting at the altar. The love and pride in his eyes bolstered her strength.

“Love gives us courage,” he mouthed.

She squeezed Greg’s arm and walked a little faster down the aisle. In her heart, she knew this was her destiny. It was a blessing to have the utter and complete devotion of two extraordinary men. The jitters were to be expected.

As they reached the altar, Shemar stepped forward and man hugged Greg. Then he took his place next to Sabrina. The three of them faced Joy, who opened a small book and started to read.

“Where there is love, pain is fleeting.

Life has true meaning, and we are blessed.

Love is bold, powerful, unrelenting.

Surrender is the ultimate healing.

Love transcends good, evil, and everything in between.

Where there is love, there is light. For darkness cannot live.

Unselfish, love does not exist until it is shared.

We are created to love; it is what we must do.”

That afternoon, in the historic Century Wedding Chapel, Greg and Shemar stood as men and vowed to love, honor, and cherish Sabrina for the rest of their days. She promised to cling only unto them and to love them both with her whole heart.

Chapter One

In a Masquerade

There was a somber vibe inside the limousine as it sped toward O’Hare airport. The atmosphere did not reflect the joyous excitement typically present after two people—or three—pledged their commitment. Now that the wedding was over, and they were officially a trio, discomfort and maybe a hint of bitterness had set in. Sabrina sat next to Shemar while Greg occupied the seat across from them.

Shemar studied Greg for a moment, trying to read his thoughts. He couldn’t imagine being in his position. In his eyes, Greg was a punk to allow another man to move into his home and marry his wife. But what does that make you? You’re sharing a woman, too. Shemar ignored the voice inside his head that was determined to steal his joy. He had simply fallen in love with another man’s wife, and he took her. Sure, he had to share her for now, but this would be a temporary situation.

Sabrina was like no other woman he had ever met. She excited him, inspired him, and frustrated him at the same time. As they raced past the Chicago skyline, Shemar reflected on the day his life changed.

From the moment she opened the door and said, “May I help you?” he was mesmerized.

Her voice had a musical quality that seemed to ignite all his senses at once. As an artist, he was intrigued by her look. She was tall, at least 5’10”, and her five-inch heels elevated her to amazon stature. Her cinnamon-brown skin seemed to glow underneath her perfectly applied makeup, and the plum-colored wrap dress she wore fit her body to perfection. A wild mane of curly, chocolate brown locs completed her look. Confidence and warmth seemed to radiate from her. It was an exciting combination that Shemar found intoxicating.

“Umm, er… I… uh…” Shemar cleared his throat and tried again. “I am here to place the painting that Mrs. Dejonghe commissioned for the great room.”

“Yes, I’ve been expecting you. Lela isn’t here, but I’m Sabrina, her interior designer. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” Amusement danced at the corners of her lush lips as she watched the handsome young man try to compose himself.

“My bad… umm, I apologize. My name is Shemar.” He still hadn’t crossed the threshold into the house.

“Pleased to meet you, Shemar,” Sabrina said as she extended her hand.

When their fingers connected, an electric current seemed to pass between them. They stared at each other in astonishment. For a few seconds, the house, his van in the driveway, and the street all faded into the background as they took each other in. Hands still connected as their souls met and recognized each other.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Sabrina patted his knee and whispered.

“I was just thinking about the day we met.”

“It was a memorable day,” she whispered. Before Shemar could respond, she leaned forward and touched Greg’s knee. “Honey, how long is our layover in L.A.?” she asked, speaking a little too loudly for the small space.

Sabrina’s smooth change of subject was not lost on Shemar. It irritated him, but he shrugged it off. He was on his way to Hawaii with his wife, and that was that. Greg could sit there and pout like a little kid if he wanted, but it wouldn’t change anything. Shemar was Sabrina’s husband now, and he had no intention of tiptoeing around a grown man’s feelings.

“We have three hours in L.A., and we arrive in Maui at 9:30,” Greg said without looking up from his iPad.

“I want to go parasailing tomorrow. Does the resort have water sports, or do we need to book an excursion?” she asked.

Greg set his iPad on the seat next to him before he responded. “Sabrina, you don’t need me to tell you what you already know. Did you not book the trip?”

Sabrina frowned and folded her arms across her chest. “No need to be rude, Greg. You know I rarely book our activities, so don’t act brand new.”

“This is all brand new, Sabrina. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I just want you to loosen up and enjoy this vacation, that’s all.”

“Yeah, man, just be cool. We’re both here for Sabrina, so let’s just focus on making sure she has a good time,” Shemar interjected.

Greg snorted and picked his iPad back up, completely ignoring them both.

Shemar wanted to laugh, but he held it in. He is making this almost too easy. He’ll be gone soon, and then Sabrina and I can live happily off his money.

Chapter Two

Everything She Wants

The trip had barely started, and Greg was already getting on Sabrina’s nerves. That passive-aggressive mess had to be one of her biggest pet peeves with him. It drove her crazy how he would agree to things he really wanted no parts of, then turn around and play the victim. At twenty-eight, Shemar was the youngest, but her thirty-five-year-old husband was the one acting like a child.

Greg had better get out of his feelings and get with the program, or else he would have a long and miserable vacation. This was her honeymoon, and she intended to enjoy it with them both, but she had no problem leaving Greg’s cranky behind in their villa to sulk by himself. She deserved this trip, and he would not ruin it with his poor attitude.

In the fifteen years they’d been together, Greg had never told Sabrina no. Sure, he hadn’t always been happy about her choices, but he always went along in the end. The phrase ‘go along to get along’ summed up his life. He had learned early on from watching his parents’ marriage that resistance was futile when dealing with women. His mother had run roughshod over his father until the day he died.

Most women would say Sabrina was crazy as hell to risk losing a man like Greg for a younger, damn near starving artist. But they didn’t know Greg like she knew him, and they most certainly hadn’t experienced Shemar’s lovemaking. Sabrina knew she was selfish, and she was okay with it. The world was cruel, and Sabrina passionately believed in looking out for number one. She was used to getting exactly what she wanted because she made it that way, and this time should be no different. It wasn’t her fault that neither man could bear the thought of living without her.

The limousine arrived at the airport not a moment too soon. The tension in the car was almost suffocating. Greg was still acting like a child and refusing to acknowledge either of them, while Shemar had a permanent smirk on his face. Sabrina felt like slapping them both.

“Some honeymoon,” she murmured as they pulled up to departures.

“What was that, babe?” Shemar asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking aloud.”

“Man, I can’t wait to get to Hawaii. I’ve never been.”

“It’s a beautiful place. You will love it. I fell in love—”

“You fall in love a lot, don’t you, Sabrina?” Greg interrupted.

“Really, Greg?” Sabrina said and shook her head.

Shemar laughed and kissed Sabrina’s cheek. “You gotta chill, bro,” he said.

Greg snatched up his iPad and got out of the limousine, slamming the door behind him.

* * *

Sabrina stared down at the runway as their plane took off, deep in thought. The day had been unbearably long, and she was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted. Trying to please two men was wearing her out. When she had come up with this idea, she envisioned two men pleasing her, not the other way around. With the way things were going, she felt more like a referee than a goddess. They were only halfway to their destination, and Sabrina was already looking forward to the end of this honeymoon. She wasn’t sure if she could tolerate them both for the next week. An adjustment period was expected, and she knew it wouldn’t be easy on any of them, but damn, did it have to be so hard?

Understandably, Shemar was hell-bent on establishing his position in the relationship. At the same time, Greg was just as determined to guard his. Sabrina was just exhausted by the foolishness. They would have to lay some ground rules if this was going to work. A little voice in her head reminded her that the rules should’ve been established before the I dos, but Sabrina promptly told that voice to shut the hell up.

In the deepest chambers of her heart, she felt ashamed for what she was putting Greg through. She loved him and always would, but she also loved Shemar. There was something about their connection that defied all logic. He had touched parts of her she didn’t even know existed. Now that she’d had a taste, continuing life without him was impossible. Both men loved her enough to be with her on her terms. No one had forced either of them, so now they needed to figure out how to co-exist.

Greg sat next to Sabrina, engrossed in a Black Enterprise magazine. She studied his handsome profile for a moment and smiled. He was a fine man; there was no question about that. Standing 6’4”, he had smooth chocolate skin, full enticing lips, and piercing brown eyes with flecks of gold, covered by the longest natural lashes she’d ever seen. Although he hadn’t played football since college, he had maintained his athletic hard body. As she watched him, she wondered how anyone else had ever caught her eye.

Sensing her stare, Greg looked up and smiled. “What’s up? See something you like?”

“I see something… I’ll let you know if I like it.”

Greg laughed. “That is still the world’s corniest comeback.”

“Oh, you got jokes, huh? I seem to recall you finding it quite clever back in the day.”

“Well, actually, I didn’t. I just wanted the digits.”

“Good thing you were cute, because your rap was tired.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Greg said and placed his hand on her thigh.

Shemar frowned as he watched them from his seat across the aisle. He loudly cleared his throat and shot daggers with his eyes at Sabrina.

She caught his look and gave him a half-smile.

Shemar shook his head and put on his Beats headphones. Then, after mean-mugging her one more time, he reclined in his seat and closed his eyes.

He’ll be all right, Sabrina thought as she returned her attention to Greg. For the rest of the flight, she charmed and entertained her husband. Reminding him why he loved her so, and why he could not let her go.

They had a three-hour layover in Los Angeles, so Sabrina suggested they go to American Airlines’ Admiral Club to relax and have a few drinks. Greg had loosened up a bit, so now it was time to work on Shemar. Maybe, just maybe, this trip wouldn’t be doomed after all. Sabrina was hopeful.

There was an unspoken truce for the next few hours as they relaxed in the comfortable passenger lounge. Shemar and Greg discovered they not only shared a woman, but they also shared a signature drink, Appleton Rum, on the rocks with a slice of lime. They were both passionate about politics and the community, although their approaches differed. By the time they boarded the flight to Maui, they were all tipsy. Greg and Shemar had not become friends, but they were at least cordial.

They sat together on the flight with Sabrina in the middle, Greg by the window, and Shemar on the aisle. She felt relieved because, for now, things were running smoothly. Just as she suspected, once the men took time to get to know each other, they’d formed a bond. They hadn’t quite bonded, but she saw a mutual respect developing. This was closer to what she had imagined.

They were on the last flight of the day, and the plane was almost empty. Sabrina had insisted they still sit together, wanting to keep the good vibes going. Once they were in the air, she ordered another round of drinks. It was a four-hour flight from LAX to Maui, so they made themselves comfortable. Before long, Greg was sound asleep.

Sabrina leaned over and gave Shemar a sloppy kiss.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“For being you. Thank you for helping to make this work.”

“Don’t thank me because if I had my way, it would be only you and me. But I know how hard this has to be on him. I mean, he was married to you first, and he is allowing me to move into y’all’s home. That’s a lot, and frankly, I don’t think I could do it.”

“But you are doing it. You’re making a sacrifice too, and I appreciate it. Look, I know it won’t be easy, but I promise it will be worth it.”

Sabrina smiled seductively before reaching under the seat and pulling a small blanket from her carry-on bag. She winked as she spread it over their laps.

“You cold, baby?” Shemar asked.

“No. Actually, I’m hot,” Sabrina said as her hand traveled under the covers to his lap.

“It’s like that, huh?” Shemar said as she stroked him through his pants.

“Straight like that.”

“What if the flight attendant comes back here?”

“She can get some tips.” Sabrina leaned over and lightly bit his ear while she unzipped his pants.

She turned in her chair, pressing her breasts against his arm, and unbuttoned his pants to release him from his boxers. He was already semi-erect when she wrapped her hands around his pole and slowly stroked him. She stuck her tongue in his mouth as he squeezed her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

A soft moan escaped when Sabrina moved one hand down to Shemar’s balls and pulled gently. He squirmed as she picked up her pace. The sight of her hand moving under the covers, mixed with the knowledge that Greg was on the other side and her exceptional skills, had him about to bust. Looking deep into his eyes, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her palm. She saturated her hand with the tip of her tongue while keeping a steady rhythm with her other hand.

As he watched her, all he could think about was that tongue swirling on the head of his piece. Her head game was top notch, and just the memory of it curled his toes.

Sabrina knew his body well, so she immediately noticed the signs. Smiling, she went to work with both hands, quickly jerking as he shot cum on her hands and the cover.

“Gotdamnitmotherfucker, I love your nasty ass,” Shemar said through clenched teeth. He took deep breaths, trying to control himself and uncurl his toes.

Sabrina laughed. “I love your nasty ass too, baby,” she said and kissed his cheek.

Shemar just smiled as he drifted off to sleep.

Sabrina was pleased with herself. She couldn’t help but grin as she used a wet wipe to clean the mess off the blanket and her hands. Now she was horny and tipsy, but her men were asleep. She closed her eyes for a few minutes, trying to join them, but sleep refused to come.

“Oh, well. When you want something done, you gotta do it yourself,” she mumbled as she covered her legs with the blanket and pulled her maxi dress up near her waist.

Sabrina spread her legs wide and leaned back in her seat. Slowly, she massaged her clit through her thong until it throbbed. Her juices leaked out of her treasure box, staining the seat beneath her as she inserted two fingers. Closing her eyes, she ground her hips against her fingers and proceeded to pleasure herself. Her fingers made soft sucking sounds as they entered and exited. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as her orgasm started to build.

Sabrina’s eyes flew open when she felt a gentle pressure against her clit. She looked over, and Greg was smiling at her with his hands under the quilt. “Shh…” he breathed as he moved her hand and replaced it with his.

She gasped as he brought her fingers to his lips and sucked her juices off them. Her mouth formed into an O, and her back arched when he inserted a third finger while caressing her clit with his thumb. Sabrina put her hand inside her dress and pinched her nipple hard as she came all over Greg’s fingers.

He continued to stroke her clit while she trembled from the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. She whimpered softly as her love continued to run out.

On the other side of her, Shemar shifted in his seat, and they both looked over to see if he was awake. Greg couldn’t have cared less, but Sabrina didn’t want a scene. Luckily, he never even looked their way. In fact, he didn’t open his eyes.

Sabrina giggled when she looked down at Greg’s lap. He was standing at full attention; his pants resembled a tent.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. Just noticing your umm… situation,” she said, looking at his crotch.

“You wanna do something about it?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Sabrina said, and for the second time in as many hours, she released a zipper.

She intended to give him a good hand job, but when she looked down and saw that beautiful chocolate stick winking up at her, she had to taste it. Without another thought, she pulled the cover over her head, leaned down, and took him fully into her mouth. Greg’s pelvis pressed forward, and he felt his tip touch the back of her throat. Sabrina’s mouth held him captive as she laid her tongue flat along his shaft and worked her jaws like a vacuum. The gathered saliva in Sabrina’s mouth produced a sloshing sound as she moved up and down his pole.

“Bri… b-baby, you sss… damn…” he mumbled.

Sabrina placed one hand on the base of his manhood, and with the other, she fondled his balls. She took the tip into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. Within seconds, she felt his body stiffen, and he grabbed the sides of her head. As he tried to pull her up, she swallowed him whole again.

Greg’s lips pressed together, and his eyes bulged as he shot hot cum straight down Sabrina’s throat. She sucked harder until every drop had passed her tonsils. Once she was sure he had nothing left to give, she finally released him from her mouth. As Greg sat in his seat looking dazed, Sabrina pulled out the wet wipes once again. This time, she needed them to clean herself; pleasuring her man had been such a turn-on that she had cum right along with him.

I feel sorry for whoever has to clean this seat, Sabrina thought. She turned to say something to Greg, but he was knocked out again. Finally sated, she closed her eyes again, hoping for a bit of sleep.

Just as she drifted off, the captain announced their descent into Maui. “Dammit,” Sabrina said and sighed.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Shemar asked as he stretched in his seat.

“Nothing much. It’s just that I am finally sleepy, and now it’s time to land.”

Shemar grinned. “Well, your man got a good nap after you took care of me.” He leaned forward and looked over at Greg. “He still sleep? He must’ve been drunker than I thought. I forgot them old dudes can’t hold their liquor.”

“Watch it, sucka,” Sabrina said and pinched his arm. “Greg and I are the same age.”

“Nah, baby. You are ageless,” Shemar replied and kissed her hand.

“Whatever, youngin’.”

As the wheels of the plane hit the runway, Greg woke up.

“Well, hello, sleepyhead. Nice to have you with us,” Sabrina said.

“I needed that rest. It felt like all my energy was just sucked right out of me,” Greg replied and smirked at Sabrina.

“I know what you mean, man. I knocked out for a few minutes myself,” Shemar said as he got his things from the overhead bin.

“You’re welcome,” Sabrina mumbled as they walked to the front of the plane.

As they exited, the female flight attendant winked at Sabrina and said, “You are my hero!”

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