Keeping Faith

Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. Ménage – MMF.

Faith has went through hell. After years of unhappiness and disappointment, she finally took a stand against her ex. With the help of her best friend, Faith moves on from her past only to have it rear its ugly head again and again.
Andy and Philip have wanted Faith since high school but she was always off limits. After a term in the military, they returned to find her with someone else. So the men stayed hoping one day they would get their chance to show her just how life could be with them and until then, they’d be there as her friends.
When secrets are revealed, will the three be able to find the happiness they deserve? Or will the past continue to keep them apart?

Excerpt:
"Girl, it’s been a year, I love you, but you’ve got to get laid," Holly's voice boomed through the speaker while I attempted to apply my foundation. "Did you hear me? You need to have a lube job. Get the webs out of the cave. Those pipes need serviced. Feed the starving kitty already! Damn go get a dick or two for God’s sake." That’s my best friend, crude but lovable and honest.
Lip gloss was my finishing touch before I even attempted to comment. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my phone and walked to my bed. "Holly, you need to stop, I’m fine. I have made it a year without a dick in my life, I think I could go longer.” Actually I couldn’t, I was dying. I’d bought toys, but they weren’t satisfying me anymore. I needed skin on skin. I wanted to hear moans other than mine echoing through the room.
“Pffttt. And I’m the Virgin Mary. Seriously, you need to have someone make you unable to walk for a week. Hey…speaking of. I know this guy…”
Oh no, not the matchmaking.
I raised my hand even though she couldn’t see it. “Let me stop you right there, I don’t need you to set me up. I am perfectly fine living with the cats and not having the stress of a relationship.” Just a question…how many cats do you need to be labeled ‘The Crazy Cat Lady’? As if they were listening, my three cats came up to me. I rubbed their heads as I made my way to the door.
“Faith, you need to hurry up. I’m tired of being at this bar alone. And you should see the eye candy in this place. Mmm. I may get lucky tonight.” I stifled a laugh, she had no problems getting laid.
“Chill, I’m on my way. Give me five minutes,” I said, and ended the call before she could reply. This was actually the first night I’d gone out in about six months. Holly didn’t give me a choice after the Mark thing. She realized I needed time to heal but also needed the occasional social gathering.
That was the worst part of my life and I’m glad I’d moved on. I did hear Mark finally met someone who didn’t take his shit, and he decided he didn’t want to lose her. I’m glad someone got his ass straight.
The bar was crowded when I arrived. Parking across the street, I made my way to the bouncer at the door. His eyes lit up when he saw me.
“Wow, Faith, you look amazing. I’m glad I was manning the door tonight.” Andy was one of the finest men I’d ever met. Damn, all the times I wished I could get his huge biceps around me. Andy just happened to be Holly’s cousin, and dammit if I didn’t want a piece of him. Okay, not just a piece. I wanted the whole thing.