Saturday, June 27, 2015

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Forever Strings (MFM)

Forever Strings (MFM) 

Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Officer Ripley Paxton has been betrayed by love too many times, but solitary life has gotten lonely. When she meets Xander, she makes it clear she’s looking for a good time and no strings. Then she meets Flynn and finds herself having that good-time-no-strings fun with both men…until the strings start to form, a threat makes itself known, and the only place she can turn is into Xander and Flynn’s loving, protective arms.
Fire Captain Flynn Martelli has enough on his plate without adding a woman to the mix, but the sexy, vivacious Ripley is too irresistible to push aside. Firefighter Xander Wayland knows Ripley is the woman for him. The gorgeous vixen isn’t looking for long-term. Neither is he. His heart has different plans. When he discovers Ripley has been having fun with Flynn, too, he’s okay with that. So is Flynn. But neither man is okay with the threat that’s out to take her away from them forever.

ADULT EXCERPT

Ripley’s heart skipped a beat. Just like that, Xander had gone from playful to serious. She supposed he’d had to, especially given the handcuffs in his hand and the obvious intent in his eyes to use them.
“That’s an interesting question coming from a man I’ve known for barely more than two hours.”
He shot a pointed glance around the room before meeting her gaze again. “I’m in your house.”
Ripley gave him a half laugh. “You’re in my bedroom.”
Xander didn’t crack a smile. “But do you trust me enough to have my way with you and know that I won’t hurt you in any way that doesn’t give you absolute and total pleasure?”
Ripley’s heart didn’t just skip a beat this time. It stilled. Holy smokes, the intensity on his handsome face coupled with the mixture of hope and confidence in his tone had juices leaking from between her feminine lips. She wanted this man. She wanted him to have his way with her, and, mother of hormones, she wanted him to do anything and everything to her that would give her that absolute and total pleasure he was talking about.
She shifted, putting the weight of her upper body on one elbow so she could reach for him with her other hand. “Yes, Xander. Call me crazy, but I trust you.”
“I would never call you crazy or give you a reason not to trust me,” he said, still so serious, so confident, and, oh, wow, those words shouldn’t have made her insides go all warm and fuzzy, but they did.
Wanting to put them back in their playful mood from moments ago, needing to, Ripley asked, “Do you need me to show you what to do with those handcuffs?”
He snorted. “Baby, I’m going to show you how these handcuffs can be fun.” He waited a beat and added, “Lay down and stretch your arms over your head.”
Ripley obeyed even as an excited whip of trepidation slashed over every erogenous zone in her body.
He leaned over her, glanced down, and asked, “You’re right handed, aren’t you?”
There was only one set of cuffs. He couldn’t bind both of her wrists to the headboard like he obviously wanted. Knowing it would throw him off, she told him, “I’m ambidextrous.”
He gave her a withering look that had her struggling not to laugh. “Work with me, Ripley, unless you’ve got another pair of these laying around.”
She let a half giggle escape. “I don’t, and I shoot my gun with my right hand, if that helps.”
“So, just in case that’s lying around the room and I didn’t see it…” He muttered the words, but she heard the humor in his tone as he stretched her right arm toward the headboard and secured it to one of the wrought iron bars.
Still laughing, Ripley waved her left hand in the air in front of his face. “I still have a free hand.”
“Not for long.” He grabbed that wrist as he sat up and guided her left hand between her legs. “You’re going to play with your pussy until I get down there to take over.”
“Wh—” A sudden rush of uncertainty had Ripley needing to swallow before she could make the question come out. “Where are you going to be?”
He shifted next to her, threw one powerful leg over her thighs, braced the weight of his upper body on his hands at her sides, and dipped his head. “Right here for starters.” The tip of his tongue touched the side of her neck and danced its way down.
Ripley shuddered, every sensory nerve in her body anticipating the next lick, the next touch of his mouth, and the bites he’d given to her breasts in the living room.
“Are you playing with your pussy like I told you to do?” The warmth of his breath fanned her flesh as his face hovered over her collarbone.
She wasn’t. All of her attention had been fixated on him, every particle of her being waiting for him to touch her, to taste her, and to fuck her. She pushed a finger between her sodden folds and couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.
His lips unfolded in a smile against her flesh as he lowered his mouth to her collarbone and gave it a tender nip. “Now you are. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
“You should be doing it for me.” Ripley could finger herself any time the mood struck. Right now, she wanted his large, callused fingers between her pussy lips, fondling her clit, and pumping inside her channel.
“You have to beg me to first.”
Ripley let out a quick burst of disbelieving laughter, but the moan that broke through it when his tongue touched her flesh again ruined the effect. “I don’t beg, Slick.”
His head lifted, his gaze slammed into hers, and the calm authority shining among the flames in her eyes brought her inching toward the edge. “You will.”

Thursday, June 18, 2015

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Forever Strings (MFM)

Forever Strings (MFM) 

Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Officer Ripley Paxton has been betrayed by love too many times, but solitary life has gotten lonely. When she meets Xander, she makes it clear she’s looking for a good time and no strings. Then she meets Flynn and finds herself having that good-time-no-strings fun with both men…until the strings start to form, a threat makes itself known, and the only place she can turn is into Xander and Flynn’s loving, protective arms.
Fire Captain Flynn Martelli has enough on his plate without adding a woman to the mix, but the sexy, vivacious Ripley is too irresistible to push aside. Firefighter Xander Wayland knows Ripley is the woman for him. The gorgeous vixen isn’t looking for long-term. Neither is he. His heart has different plans. When he discovers Ripley has been having fun with Flynn, too, he’s okay with that. So is Flynn. But neither man is okay with the threat that’s out to take her away from them forever.

Story Excerpt:

Ripley took more than the minute she’d told him. She took more than the three required to run his license and plate through dispatch. She needed that time to get herself together. Holy mackerel! A speeder, or any other violator of the law, had never sent her body rocking or her mind on a fast train to get-it-on-ville the way Flynn Martelli did.

She consulted the information on his license. The birthday listed told her he was turning forty in two days. It told her he lived at 4628 Winding Mountain Lane. The plate on the back of his bike had told her he was a firefighter even before she’d run it through dispatch.

She toyed with the idea of not giving him a ticket. Both because he was simply too damn cute and because he was a firefighter. Winding Mountain Lane was in a fairly high-class neighborhood. The hundred and fifty the citation would cost him likely wouldn’t hurt his finances too badly. But the speed he’d been traveling on that motorcycle as he’d woven his way through the slower traffic keeping to the posted limit held the potential to hurt far more than his wallet.

Ripley scribbled the citation, gathered his paperwork, and headed back to his bike. His large hands were back on the handlebars, his forearms, biceps, and posture relaxed. His hair was jet black, his face handsome and chiseled, and she knew, even before he turned his gaze to hers, the effect those bright green eyes would have on her system.

“Here you go.” He straightened and took the items she held out for him. “I hope you aren’t late for your shift, firefighter.”

“It’s captain,” he corrected her as he shifted the items to one hand and opened his wallet with the other. His gaze dropped from hers as he replaced his license, registration, and proof of insurance in his wallet. He paused briefly when he got to the citation. Surprise followed by acceptance and a hint of amusement moved through his expression. “Thank you, officer…”

“Paxton,” Ripley supplied as she watched his attention drop to the bottom of the citation where she’d signed her name.

His gaze met hers and, wow, merely being the object of this man’s attention made her imagination soar. Ecstasy, hot and intoxicating, pumped off him in waves. She wondered if he realized it, if he somehow did it on purpose.

“Ripley.”

Her name rolled from his lips in a voice that was as hot and intoxicating as the rest of him. Everything about the man put her in mind of rumpled sheets and hot, sweaty sex.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, and stay safe out there, Captain Flynn Martelli,” she told him as she slowly started backing away.

The grin that unfolded on his lips as he turned his head to watch her over his broad shoulder made her step falter. It was a slow curve of a set of truly kissable lips that had arousal shooting through her like a harpoon. Her nipples beaded, cream soaked her panties, and she couldn’t look away.

“You, too, Officer Ripley Paxton.” He held her gaze for a long moment before he turned and started his bike.

Ripley whirled around and headed for her cruiser before she did something stupid like run after him, hop on the back of his bike, and demand he take them someplace they could fuck. What the hell was wrong with her? She’d just had sex, truly marvelous, rock-her-world sex, with an off the charts good-looking guy mere hours ago. She’d been doing her best not to fall asleep after a full night of mattress gymnastics with Xander Wayland last night when Flynn Martelli’s speeding motorcycle had set her radar beeping on the dash of her squad car.

She slid behind the wheel of her cruiser, alerted dispatch that she was back in service, and buried her face in her hands. “I am turning into a slut.”

She was turning into the worst kind of slut. A badge-bunny kind of slut. Flynn Martelli was a fire shift captain and, despite what she’d told Xander last night about his incapability to be a firefighter, she’d known that was exactly what he was. What were the chances Flynn and Xander worked the same shift at the same firehouse?

She consoled herself with the understanding that it didn’t matter. She would likely never see Flynn Martelli again, and, though she had agreed to see Xander tomorrow, what they had going was nothing but sex.

Sex you can’t wait to have again with a man you haven’t been able to get out of your head for more than a few minutes since he left your house this morning.

Damn it. The worse part of that whole thought was the realization that those few minutes she had managed to not think about Xander had been the time she’d just spent practically drooling over Flynn Martelli.

Friday, May 29, 2015

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Under Their Covers (MFM)

Under Their Covers (MFM) 



[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Former soap star Sydney Owen is looking to simplify her life, but her first day in Cherish puts her face-to-face with an old crush and a super-hunk sure to take center stage in her fantasies. Keeping both men isn’t an option. But when she discovers the men they are under their covers, the simplified life she’s after bursts into flames.

Lieutenant Rhett Cox is known throughout the CFD as a playboy. A man not looking to settle down, he’s used to handling everything from fires to women with a calm, cool arrogance, but one encounter with Sydney has his internal temperature rising.

Firefighter Carter Devereaux never got over Sydney. Now’s she’s back and he wants her again. So does Rhett. Even in a city known for ménage relationships, neither are into sharing. Then a fire breaks out, Sydney is given too much time to think, and the men have to learn to compromise or lose the woman they love forever.

Excerpt:

“Devereaux, keep her worked up,” Rhett told him. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Startled, Sydney shot a look over her shoulder in time to see Rhett disappearing into the master bathroom. She saw the door close, heard the water come on in the sink, and the forgot all about wondering what Rhett was doing when Carter lifted his head in front of her and licked one beaded nipple into his mouth. Her head rolled on her shoulders, her eyes closing as sheer erotic bliss traveled a flaming path straight to her clit, pussy, and ass. She sucked a breath through clenched teeth when his closed around that nipple, bit, and sent darts of pleasured-pain shooting down that same path. He worked the other nipple the same way, then alternated the attention until both were throbbing with a dark erotic pain that had her whimpering, panting, and on the verge of begging. Behind her, she heard the bathroom door open, felt the mattress dip, and shivered when Rhett’s large hands gently came to rest on her shoulders.
The minty scent of toothpaste drifted to her when he spoke. “Are you still on the edge for me, baby?” His low, melodic voice was huskier with his own needs as he dragged his callused palms down her back.
Sydney writhed, her body bucking against Carter’s hold on her waist, trying desperately to lower onto his cock. “Please. God, you’re killing me.”
Rhett chuckled as his hands turned to glide over her ass. “Can you lean forward for me?”
Sydney flattened her good hand on the front of Carter’s shoulder as Carter’s hands adjusted their hold on her to keep her steady.
“That’s it, Syd. Lift your sexy ass so Rhett can pleasure it.”
She opened her eyes and stared into Carter’s, heard the soft snap as Rhett popped open the cap on the lube Carter had given him, and shivered when the cool gel met with the flaming flesh of her ass.
“You’re going to tell us how it feels.” The calm authority in Carter’s voice left no room for argument. “We want to know how much you like having that sexy ass of yours fucked.”
She did like it. She knew that. At least, she’d enjoyed it when Carter had taken her there. He’d started off surprisingly gentle, a contrast to the way he usually made love to her. That gentleness hadn’t lasted long. He’d well and truly fucked her ass, making her scream, and causing her pussy to plead for a cock. That had been one of the times she’d allowed herself to fantasize about having Carter and Rhett inside her together.
Rhett worked a well-lubed thick finger into her ass, spreading the cool gel deep, and wiggling the digit to coax her inner muscles to relax.
Her pussy flamed, her hips attempted to push back on that finger in a quest to draw it even deeper. Carter’s hold remained firm.
“Please,” she panted, barely able to breathe around the bittersweet pain exploding through her system. “It feels too good. I want more.”
Rhett gave it to her, though not as much as her body craved. He added a second and then a third finger, twisting and pushing them into her most sensitive entrance until she was crying out, begging, and ready to scream.
“Christ!” Rhett growled as he continued to work her ass to a frenzy of crazed need. “You’ve never made those sounds for me before.”
“You…never…teased…me so much…before.” Every word was labored. She had pushed them out of her mouth as her very soul filled with so much ecstasy she was almost certain it might kill her.
“I’m not teasing you now, baby. I’m just getting you ready.”
“I’m ready!” The words gushed from her lips as he pumped his fingers in her ass in a slow rhythm she had come to know so well with him. “Please, Rhett! Carter! My pussy. I need your cock inside me.”
“Ask correctly and I might give it to you.”
Right. She was talking to Carter now. God, she loved their little games, but it was hard to keep things straight when they were scrambling her mind and tormenting her body.
“Please, sir. Will you fuck me now?”
Carter chuckled. “That’s not exactly how I expected you to ask, but it works.”
“Oh, yesss.” It did work. He used his hold on her waist to draw her body down, sheathing his cock into her flaming pussy in a single, vicious thrust that drove him balls deep inside her. He stopped there, his hands still controlling her movement, and she felt tears of sheer frustration burn the backs of her eyes. “Please, sir. I can’t take much more of this.”
“You want Rhett inside you, too, don’t you?”
Unable to speak, she rapidly nodded.
“He needs to hear you say it, Syd.” That calm authority was back in Carter’s voice.
Sydney opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed and managed to find the strength to look over her shoulder and meet Rhett’s gaze. “I want you inside me, Rhett. I’m ready for you now.”