by Lola Leighton
I wasn’t looking to fall for one man. Let alone two…
Sullivan and Will are as close as two friends can be. Growing up in the system forced them to rely on each other, and they’ve become accustomed to sharing everything—including women.
Now they’re ready for more. To find love. To start a family. To see the dreams they’ve shared since childhood come true.
Apparently I tick off every box on their list—brains, beauty, and sass. I never hesitate to put both men in their places—which they find sexy as hell.
One problem, I’m a traditional girl, with traditional values—one man, one woman, till death do us part—kind of values.
They’re willing to work to prove how very right the three of us could be, but what happens next is anyone’s guess…
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So, to begin, some background information.
I normally stray very far away from anything involving more than two within a relationship. However, I have been pushing myself to be more adventurous with my reading. I’m becoming more tolerant of threesomes, but only if they serve one of two purposes: it furthers the story; or it creates character development (i.e Corrupt by Penelope Douglas).
Threesomes, open relationships, menages… anything and everything about these types of relationships don’t interest me, because they are odd. Not odd as in inhumane or unnatural… odd, because I don’t understand or connect with anything pertaining to this kind of lifestyle.
More bodies means more limbs. And to be honest, my little brain cannot keep up with many limbs.
Monogamous relationships, in literature and real life, are preferred. I remember reading this trilogy years ago where the main female character ends up with both men in the end. You spend the first two books reading these eligible bachelors’ dating profiles, having to choose between them, only to be forced into accepting both candidates as winners without any warning.
I DNF’d so hard my head spun.
From this experience, I learned I hate choosing between two characters, or anything resembling a dreaded love triangle. I generally form unbreakable attachments, usually towards the initial candidate and despise feeling forced into accepting every eligible person, because there’s almost always something wrong with one of the characters (I understand this is sometimes done to push readers towards the main love interest).
In saying that, Bedfellows is an interesting representation of what ménage relationships can entail. Both men are self-assured and brimming with complete confidence. They’re a package deal that says, “both of us or none of us”, meaning there is no silent competition or random heartache because someone is stewing in jealousy. You aren’t forced into choosing between one of two men.
Both of them kissing and fondling me? It was like a gateway drug to menage. And the bastards knew it.
What pulled this story down is that it went from being about Adrienne dating and eventually falling in love with two men, to being about two men who dabble in each other in between being with Adrienne. It felt as if this menage could only work, or function, or even make sense if Will and Sullivan became a “couple” within the threesome. And everytime they came together, Adrienne was excluded.
For me, Bedfellows went from being MMF to MM/MMF because for whatever reasons (reasons that were never explained), neither Will nor Sullivan would do anything with Adrienne without the other person. Some background information on Sullivan and Will, specifically as to why the way they are (other than being orphans) would have given them more substance.
…somewhere deep down inside of me, I was still very much a traditional girl – a one man, one woman, till death do us part – kind of girl.
One other thing that baffled me is Adrienne’s easy acceptance of everything inside this relationship. She seemed to be easygoing about every facet, excluding significant amounts of character growth and transformation that would have made this story more angst driven.
I will say, the scenes with these three were quite scandalous and scorching, especially that shower scene. And this made my nine hour flight flyby (pun not intended).