Faking Perfection by Mia Watts

30 November, 2011 by

Naughty November #13

Faking Perfection by Mia Watts

Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=55_397&products_id=2242 

Blurb:

Father Garth Roderick is a priest with a problem. He’s had a fascination with a particular congregant for years. Though he’s never actually acknowledged his sexuality, Garth’s definitely more attracted to men than women. Fortunately, he hasn’t had to deal with making a moral decision… until the night he is caught in the dark and kissed senseless. Now he fantasizes that the kiss was from the one man he can’t forget, Eli Jennings.

For Garth, the man of his fantasies could be his, but how does he reconcile human desire with his vow to God? And for Eli, coming in second best hurts like hell, but how do you ask a man of God to leave the church and take a chance on love?

Excerpt:

Garth needed those moments. He almost couldn’t stand the perfection of their bodies pressed together, hot where they touched, cool against his back. Hard muscle, pliant flesh, firm fingers, soft lips, tickling hair brushing his forehead captured him like no prayer ever had.

Eli tasted dark and sweet, new and familiar, safe and dangerous. Garth’s nose pressed Eli’s freshly shaved cheek. Inhaling the slightly mentholated traces of shaving cream on clean skin only made his body ache harder. He’d etch these sensations in his mind forever, to bring out again when Eli was gone and Garth returned to the forbidding walls of the church.

He’d pull them out on dark nights and relive the way Eli felt against him, the way Garth’s body tingled at every incidental touch and every deliberate caress.

Garth dragged his hands up Eli’s back. Textures changed from ass to back, back to neck. He curled his fingers over the top of Eli’s shoulders and exchange chaste, openmouthed kisses for a more intimate sharing with tongues. Garth rolled the flavors, tested the ridge of Eli’s teeth. Eli followed suit, letting Garth take the lead.

Garth dared to open his eyes. It was all blurry this close, but he made out the crescent of black lashes resting on Eli’s cheek. Eyes closed, surrendered to their kiss, Eli’s expression of adoring pleasure nearly took Garth to his knees. Eli’s cheeks hollowed slightly as his tongue rubbed against Garth’s.

Moisture collected in Garth’s eyes. Was anything more perfect than this? He didn’t think it was possible.

“Eli, show me what to do next,” he whispered across Eli’s lips.

Eli rested his forehead on Garth’s. “You really don’t know?”

“Only the vaguest of ideas.”

“What feels right?” Eli asked. “What do you want to do?”

“More of this,” he said, kissing Eli. “But it’s not enough.”

Eli chuckled softly. “No, it’s not nearly enough.”

He stroked Garth’s cheek with an extended forefinger, following the track of Garth’s long, slashing dimple. Garth had always hated them, feeling like they were signs of aging that had always been there. Most people only had dimples when they smiled. His were always slightly visible. Eli made them feel sexy.

Garth moved his hips, gasping as their cocks rubbed together.

“The way you were touching me, I thought you knew what you wanted,” Eli teased.

“I know I like how that feels on me.”

“Father, are you saying you masturbate? In the church?” Eli’s mockery couldn’t be taken as anything but lighthearted.

“Frequently.” Garth met his eyes. “The stranger in the dark features regularly.”

Eli captured his own bottom lip with his teeth. Letting it go again, Garth couldn’t help but stare at the lush fullness firming up again.

“You are so perfect,” Garth murmured.

A small, shy smile was Garth’s reward. “I’ve always thought that about you. There isn’t a thing about you I’d change.” Eli kissed him then, stealing Garth’s breath with his passionate claim.

Their tongues dueled, and Eli touched Garth almost everywhere but the one place he wanted him to touch, his cock. Still Garth clutched him for dear life, caught up in the frenzy and not knowing what to do about it to alleviate the tension building inside him.

Finally Garth broke off, his voice cracking in desperation. “Show me what to do.”

“Tell me what you want,” Eli repeated cryptically.

“What do you mean?” Garth asked.

Frustration climbed like needy fingers over his brain to understand what to do and how to do it. All he knew was it needed to be now. His cock ached, and his balls were starting to throb. He wanted Eli so bad, he could have wanted to curl up inside his skin and still not be close enough.

“Do you want me to enter you, or do you want to be inside me?” Eli asked.

It was like he’d read Garth’s mind. “Inside you. Please. Now.”

Eli ripped a condom free and eased it over Garth’s cock. Garth nearly came at the feel of Eli’s hand on him.

“I’ll come too soon,” Garth feared.

“Come when you need to. There will be other times.”

“Won’t I hurt you?”

“At first it always stings. These condoms are lubed up. Give me time to adjust, and we’ll do just fine.”

Garth snaked his fingers behind Eli’s balls and pushed one into the tight ring. Eli sucked in a sharp breath.

“Damn, you go straight for the cookie jar, don’t you?” Eli laughed breathlessly.

“Is that wrong?” Garth withdrew his finger.

“No. Nothing is wrong between lovers.” Eli swung his head around, looking. “Couch.”

He grabbed Garth’s hand and dragged him to the overstuffed piece of furniture. Eli lay back, pulling Garth down with him. Eli lifted a leg to hook over the back of the couch and spread the other leg wide.

The move brought Garth hard between Eli’s legs, and for a moment they both froze in wondrous pleasure.

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Summer’s Indiscretion by Heather Rainier

28 November, 2011 by

Naughty November #12

me-hr-si3Blurb for Summer’s Indiscretion

Summer Heston is ready to give up on men and has sworn off blind dates permanently. A chance text message and phone conversation with two mysterious friends of Grace’s changes her mind. A dangerous situation literally thrusts her into their powerful arms as the attacks on her ladies’ adults-only boutique escalate and the tone of the Divine Morality blog grows more blatantly hateful.

Ace and Kemp work diligently to protect the women of Discretion while simultaneously striving to win Summer’s heart. A minor mistake on Kemp’s part has big repercussions for their budding romance as their ability to withstand their growing attraction for Summer crumbles. When their passion finally flares out of control their intimate tryst becomes much more than a minor indiscretion.

When an old flame knocks at the door, Summer must face her doubts and make a decision. Can she trust her instincts?

Buy Link

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Excerpt:

Summer’s heart pounded, and she giggled as she rounded the leather couch. She was currently dodging Ace, who was stripping as he stalked her, dropping his clothes wherever he stood. “I promise you, kitten. Wherever you are when I catch you, that’s the spot you’re getting it.”

Biting her lower lip in anticipation, Summer watched as he toed his boots off. She edged toward the end of the couch, hoping to make it to the stairs. His eyes glittered with lust, and she knew he would enjoy the chase as much as he would the capture.

“Ten second head start?” she asked hopefully as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Five seconds, if you run now.” He started toward her, and she shrieked and dashed for the stairs, her lavender satin robe swirling in her wake to reveal her bare legs as she mounted them. She paused and looked behind her and heard the deep murmur of her men’s voices in brief conversation before he ran for the stairs.

Summer shrieked again when he made eye contact with her and charged after her. Thinking it would be too easy for her to run into the bedroom, she headed straight for the French doors that led onto the upstairs deck from the central upstairs room and rushed through them. Closing them quietly, she backed away from them. She caught movement in the corner of her eye through the bedroom window and jumped practically from her skin when she saw him cutting across the bedroom to catch her. Summer skirted the hot tub and ran for the stairs as she heard him open the doors.

Her pussy seeped with wet heat when he said, “The first thing I’m going to do is spank you for making me work so hard to catch you.”

“Is that supposed to scare me?” she replied with a giggle as she fled down the stairs and around the corner to the poolside. She heard him on the stairs and realized he was closing in on her. Barefooted, Summer darted across the pebble surface and heard him running behind her as she rounded the next turn.

She giggled gleefully as her robe sailed behind her and ran for the timbered entrance to the garden room. One of them had guessed this was where she would run because the weather cover for the outdoor bed had been removed and there was a bottle of chilled, white wine and a single wineglass on the small table beside the bed.

Summer watched Ace as he approached the garden room, catching a glimpse of him through the leaves and branches of the living enclosure. The sky glowed with post-sunset light, casting everything around her in dusky shadows. They’d gotten another rain shower earlier, and the scent of damp earth and plant life hung in the air.

He made eye contact with her and said, “Strip.”

She backed away as he stalked toward her with his chest bared. He must’ve discarded his shirt, socks, and pants on the chase because he now stood proud and very erect in his snug, white knit boxers. Their body-hugging fit left no doubt as to his state of arousal because she could clearly make out the ridge of his hardened shaft stretching upward to the waistband.

Her pussy responded welcomingly to the sight, and she reached for the satin belt on her robe. Stripping was a simple matter as she untied it and opened the front of her robe. Her flesh was bare beneath it, and she smiled with anticipation as he looked her up and down and licked his lower lip. She gave her shoulders a leisurely shrug, and the robe slipped down. She caught it in her hands and laid it on the bed.

As he watched her, she smiled and faced the end of the big bed. She leaned forward a bit and positioned her hands flat on the end of the bed, exposing her bare ass for his attention. She gasped and bit her lip as he drew near. His body heat caused a rivulet of desire to course through her as she felt the light stroke of his fingertips sliding up her spine. She tilted her head back, and her lips parted on a moan at his tickling, teasing touch.

He slid his fingertips back down, gliding over her hip and ass, then cupped one cheek in his warm palm. He squeezed, and she felt a corresponding convulsion in her pussy. If he delved much lower, he’d discover how she responded to his touch. She was drenched and ready for whatever came next.

He squeezed the other cheek and began massaging it. The heat in her flesh built up against the palm of his hand, and she shuddered in anticipation. When the sharp, openhanded slap landed solidly against her rounded ass cheek she gasped at the sting. He rubbed over where his hand had landed and then applied another to the other cheek.

“Oh.”

Her pussy tightened and her derriere bloomed with heat as he caressed it with his open palm and then delivered several more lighter, stinging pops. The heat radiated from his hand as he cupped her cheek and then slid his fingertips to her cleft and trailed them through her slick cunt.

“What a sweet, wet pussy.”

She sensed him change position and moaned when she suddenly felt his hot mouth at her cunt. He licked and caressed her with his tongue, taking time to tease and flick her clit as he gently held her open. Her cunt tightened with each touch until she was on the verge of climax. She froze as the pulses of an orgasm echoed distantly and then groaned in frustration as he pulled away.

“Impatient little kitten. I think Kemp spoiled you this afternoon.” He patted her ass and said, “Get on the end of the bed, on your knees.”

Brand new from Heather:

me-hr-ltt3Lydia Webster is stranded in west Texas, waiting tables to earn money to escape Fort Stockton and the clutches of her lecherous boss. Circumstances have brought the professional chef to west Texas and left her high and dry.

Distance means nothing to Chance Carlisle when he recalls the beautiful waitress’s smile and blue eyes. His brother Clayton doesn’t believe in long-distance relationships, even though he is attracted to Lydia, too. Chance offers her a position as their chef, but it’s Lydia herself who he wants. Despite numerous disruptions, the attraction between Lydia and Clayton grows, along with her love for Chance, until passion blazes out of control like a Texas wildfire.

Lydia had longed for life in a small town and loves Divine, but there’s just one catch. Her overprotective big brothers live in Divine, and there’s going to be hell to pay when they find out why she’s there.

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Hot, Hard and Hexing by Mari Freeman

27 November, 2011 by

Naughty November #11

 

hothardandhexing_msrsmallLinks: www.marifreeman.com

Buy: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9693-hot-hard-hexing.aspx

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hot-Hard-Hexing-Book-ebook/dp/B0069RH8WG/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1321749029&sr=8-12

Blurb:

Book two in the Hot, Hard series.

When magic is attracted to magic, it’s impossible to ignore…

Sonja Ambercroft’s homebody existence is about to change. Drastically. A Dreamstalker has kidnapped her cousin in exchange for a powerful talisman, and Sonja soon finds herself doing things she’d never imagined. Stealing the talisman from her sister? Check. Grappling with Gremlins? Check. Enjoying ridiculously hot visions about a scruffy, sexy mountain man doing untold things to her naked body? Che—

Wait…what? As if she needs that kind of distraction right now! Especially when the stranger’s magic stirs her inner Dragon. Not good. A childhood tragedy has made shifting too dangerous. Sonja can’t risk letting her Dragon loose, but as the erotic visions transform into real-life fantasies, the beast becomes harder to contain.

Sonja’s dangerous adventure will require help from her reclusive mountain man, a Fairy and no less than two queens—one Voodoo, one drag. But ultimately she’ll have to trust her other self, let her inner Dragon roar, if she hopes to bring her cousin back alive.

Excerpt: Set up… Sonja is having very naughty sexual psychic visions about Ray Burgess. She has no control over no control over when they come or any clue as to why? But she’s learning to like it.

He was nude. Feet straddling her legs as she sat on the blanket. The breeze now skirted over her skin, making the tiny hairs on her stomach quiver. Her nipples tightened. His cock jerked. She wanted to reach up and touch it. She could reach it. He was holding it right there, after all. He wouldn’t be all naked and standing over her in a field if he didn’t want her to touch it. Would he? Hell, she wanted to do more than touch it. She wanted to lick the beautiful thing. Run her tongue right along that vein that seemed to be pulsing, calling to her. Yup. That’s exactly what she wanted to do.

He released his hold and his cock jerked again, bobbed a couple times as if to agree with her thought process. She licked her lips and heard him moan. Maybe he could hear her thoughts. She was naked and sans scars again, in the same field. Why not go for it?

And why back here in this field, too? If this is her fantasy, dream, vision…whatever, why not have him tied up in a soft, comfy bed? She closed her eyes and willed it.

Cynical laughter echoed off in the distance. Her eyes snapped open to see if someone had joined them in her little fantasy world. But before she could look Mari Freeman 40

anywhere, the point was rendered moot. Ray was splayed on the same type of big bed as the one in her hotel room, hands tied with green velvet ropes to the metal vines that twisted into a beautiful arch over the bed.

Sonja reclining next to him. All she could do was study his wonderful cock.

“Sonja.” She heard his voice in her head. It was strangely garbled, as if it weren’t him speaking. She let her gaze follow the line of his body, admiring his tight abs and strong chest as she made it to his face. His eyes were closed. His head tilted back.

She reached for his stomach, gently grazing her fingers across his heated skin. His olive complexion was a stark difference from the ivory skin of her hand. His muscles tightened under her touch. His hips moved. It was beautiful. She’d never had anyone respond to her that way. She was dripping wet but afraid the vision would disappear again.

He moaned. “Please.” The sound of his voice, gravely and needful, pushed her over the edge. She reached out and grabbed his stiff cock. No care for being gentle. If it was her vision, she wanted everything to be her way.

She stroked him, squeezing his length, knowing he liked it a little rough but not knowing how she knew. He bucked. She pulled away. She heard the rush of air leave his lungs before he turned his head toward her and opened his eyes. Those intense, beautiful eyes. He didn’t speak. He was begging without begging.

She leaned over him, got on her knees and ran her tongue the length of his cock. Tracing that fat vein just as she had imagined. She circled around the head and back down his shaft. He’d quit moving, letting her control the experience. She took him into her mouth and slid down his shaft as far as she could and rested there, feeling the thickness of him against her throat. The scent of fresh soap teased her senses. He remained unbelievably still.

She wanted a reaction. Sonja lightly moved her tongue back and forth along his heated skin while he was still deep in her mouth. That worked. He jerked, trying to push in farther. She relaxed and let him, holding her breath. It wasn’t much, but he was deeper.

In her eagerness, she gave him only a moment to enjoy the sensation. Sonja wanted to be fucked before the vision faded like the others. She was aching with need. Teasing with little flicks of her tongue, she pulled away slowly until he slipped from her lips.

She eased herself over his splayed body, admiring the shape of his thighs, the way his chest had just a sprinkling of hair despite the thick beard. When her gaze made it to his face, his eyes were open. He had the slyest little grin on his face. She reached between her spread legs and grabbed his hard cock. His eyes fluttered and then he blinked to focus back on her. She rubbed his smooth head over her folds to slick his shaft…

Then her body started floating.

“No!” She screamed with her lungs but her body cried out in unison. She wanted him. She needed him. Her surroundings swirled and twisted into a melted array of confusing colors. The laughter she heard earlier seemed louder as it reverberated off into the abyss.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

She was back in the tub. Sweating from the heat and the racking need her body was fighting. Her fingers were buried deep in her folds—and someone was banging on the door.

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Twisted Up by Lissa Matthews

18 November, 2011 by

Naughty November #10

Twisted Up by Lissa Matthews coming December 20, 2011 from Samhain Publishing!

One rope. Three days. And two hearts on the line.

Justin has had enough. Ella, the woman who healed his broken heart, has been cancelling on him for two months straight. Sure, she’s busy with her job, which has her traveling far and wide. But that never stopped her from sharing nights of trivia, long conversations and blazing hot sex—until now. Truth to tell, he misses their easy friendship, the way her sighs fill his ear as he fills her body.

What he can’t figure out is, what’s changed?

At work, Ella finds it easy to talk to rooms full of strangers. Once back at her lonely apartment, though, she’s back to her painfully shy self—until Justin. Their chance meeting grew over the months into a year-long affair, but she can’t shake the feeling that rejection and pain are just around the corner. Best thing to do? End it now, before their intimacy digs too deep.

Suddenly he’s at her door with a length of neon-green rope and a naughty proposition, daring her to say no. Just how good could it be? There’s only one way to find out…

Warning: The sheets are tangled, the hat is crumpled, and the jeans are worn low on the hips. The cowboy is hot, determined, and helpless in the face of bunny slippers. Readers may need extra batteries to get this one out of their system.

Naughty Excerpt:

“Gonna have to get you some boots to wear around here. Can’t have you walking in those cutesy shoes and fuck-me-heels all the time.”

Ella yelped, and her hand flew to the flesh over her heart as she looked over at him. She hadn’t heard him coming, hadn’t heard… Her gaze immediately began to drink him in. Damn, he looked good all dirty and sweaty in faded jeans that looked about worn through in all the right places and a dark blue T-shirt with faded writing on the front. A tan cowboy hat was plastered to his head and his brown boots were scuffed with dirt and scrapes and well worn. He was every inch a cowboy. He was every inch her cowboy. The reality of that hit her square in the stomach. “What about bunny slippers?”

“Nah, we’ll save those. You like to wear those when we fuck.”

His outright crudeness should have probably shocked her, but it didn’t. “Yeah, okay. Plus, I don’t want to get them dirty.”

“No more than they already are after last night. Probably made the poor bunnies blush.”

“Eh.” She shrugged. “They’re bunnies. They’re used to such things.”

He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her against him.. “They better not have seen any action before us last night.”

The look in his eyes wasn’t a happy, teasing look. Jealousy? It never occurred to her that Justin would ever be jealous of her or that he would think she would have been with someone else all these months. She’d been asked out, but she’d always said noShould she date others? Should she play the field a bit? Maybe it wasn’t just Justin who could make her feel the things he did.

As she stood against him, with his arms holding her tight and imprisoned against his body… No, no one else would be able to do for her what he did, and she didn’t want to date a bunch of guys in search of something she already had.

“No. No one else has seen me naked with bunny slippers. No one else has had sex with me while I wore my bunny slippers. Only you.”

“Good. I might not be too sure about the kinkiness of bunny slippers and sex, but I sure don’t want anyone else seeing how sexy and cute you are wearing them when you’re naked and wet and have your legs spread wide.”

He bent his head and nuzzled her neck, tipping the hat off his head in the process. She caught it before it dropped farther down and placed it on her own head. He smelled like the outdoors—grass, dirt, horses. The ends of his hair dripped sweat and his neck was streaked with dirt, but she didn’t care. She slid her hands under his T-shirt, flicked his nipples with her fingers and was rewarded with a bite to her earlobe before sliding her hands around to his back and down to the waistband of his jeans.

He was lean, his body honed from hard work and manual labor, not built in a gym. She’d always liked that about him—that he didn’t work behind a desk. It wasn’t that she had anything against men in offices; she just liked the blue-collar men, the ones who had physical jobs best. She felt safe with men like that. She felt they could take care of her physically, take care of her if something went wrong and she was in need.

She also realized that that probably sounded silly, but men like Justin with jobs and hobbies such as he had turned her on.

“What’re you thinkin’?”

“Huh?” she uttered against his throat.

“Your breathing has gotten all hot and heavy.”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded and licked a trail up from his Adam’s apple to his chin.

“You’re playin’ with fire, baby.” But he slid his hand up into her ponytail just the same.

“You started it.” Ella stood on tiptoes and continued licking her way up his chin until she could reach his mouth. He met her in a swirl of tongues. His jeans were loose enough she could slide her hands down inside the back of them to grab and squeeze his ass. His—“You’re not wearing any underwear,” she whispered against his mouth, continuing to kiss and nibble on his lips.

“Nope,” he whispered back, allowing her all the freedom she wanted to explore him.

“Naughty boy.”

“You should know.”

“Well,” she said as she slid her hands around to the front of his jeans, smiling when he sucked in his already flat stomach. She felt the fluttering of his muscles against her fingers and gave a soft purr of delight. She loved the effect she had on him because it mirrored the effect he had on her, “since you’re sans underwear, you should be sans jeans too.”

Buttons were popped open and denim was urged down his hips just enough for his cock to spring out, the head peeking from the surrounding skin. She wanted to lean over and slide her tongue over the tip, wrap her hand around the shaft and slide the foreskin farther down so she could suck him but good.

“I was right, huh?”

She didn’t need to be reminded what he was talking about. “Yeah, you were right.” One time early on, he’d told her that once she got a taste and feel for an uncircumcised penis, she’d never want to go back to one that was circumcised. He hadn’t been kidding in his boasting and cockiness. She hadn’t known what the difference was and because they’d always used condoms during sex, he said she hadn’t gotten the full benefit yet of him being uncut.

She hoped one day to find out every inch of the full benefit.

As it was, she didn’t think she’d ever get enough of looking at the uncut perfection. His was the first and only uncut penis she’d ever played with or had the pleasure of and she loved it. He seemed to take great pride in the fact he wasn’t circumcised. The extra-sensitive head when she touched him, the way the foreskin slid back and forth when he thrust in her hand was an added sexiness she hadn’t expected, like an erotic game of peek-a-boo.

She started to kneel. She wanted a taste of him, but he held her up and shook his head. “No time for that, baby. I need to bend you over the railing there and fuck you silly.”

Ella pouted but wasn’t a bit disappointed. Him fucking her was turning out to be a necessity. Once a day might be enough for right now, but if she spent much more time with him, it wasn’t going to be.

He let her go, and she walked over to the log railing of the loft and looked over the edge. Directly below her was a brown couch with tapestry-covered pillows. She couldn’t make out the designs but thought they were horse scenes. In the corner of the couch was her laptop bag.

Justin’s hand on her hip brought her immediately back to him and what he wanted, what she wanted. She started to take her sweater off, but he stayed her hand there too. “Nope. Just push the pants down enough that I can get to you, and you need to hurry.”

She looked over her shoulder to find him slowly stroking the cock she wanted to be on her knees sucking, and for a minute, she thought to do just that no matter what he said, but the look in his eyes kept her on her feet, freeing the snap and lowering the zipper of her brown slacks.

He had them down to her knees and her bent forward before she could take another breath. She heard the foil of a condom rip, heard him mutter how he hated using the damn things, heard his sigh and hiss of pleasure when he reached between her legs and found her, “Wet. Damn, you’re so fucking wet, baby. Spread as wide as you can for me.”

She did, as wide as her pants around her knees would allow.

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Going Wilde by Chloe Lang

17 November, 2011 by

Naughty November #9

 

Going Wilde
The Brothers of Wilde Nevada
book 1 of 6
Serialized Romance

by
Chloe Lang

http://www.chloelang.com

BLURB:

Wilde, Nevada is remote, rugged and rough. Jessie feels like she’s walked straight into the wild west, complete with some of the hottest cowboys she’s ever laid eyes on. But she has a job to do and it doesn’t include getting close to the Wilde brothers.

The minute Jackson Wilde sees Jessie he knows she’s the one for him and his four brothers, Phoenix, Dallas, Denver, and Austin. The gorgeous city girl calls to him like no one before, but she’s convinced she doesn’t belong in a place like Wilde. With danger lurking around every corner, Jackson will have to prove that she’s finally come home.

 

NAUGHTY EXCERPT:

 

“You’re so beautiful, Jessie,” Jackson murmured.

“I–It’s J–Jessica.” In Manhattan, she’d be considered a bit plump with average looks. Super-slim was always the pinnacle. Apparently to Jackson and his brothers, she was beautiful. That had her body buzzing and her head spinning.

“You’re Jessie to us.” Without another word, he covered her mouth with his own.

He molded his lips to hers, moving softly as first, but picking up the pace as he hauled her close. Suddenly, his hand lightly brushed her breast, sending a tingling sensation shooting through her body. His tongue moved along the seam of her lips. Oh, my   God! This is happening.

She felt Jackson’s hand graze her hip as he shoved the door open. He lifted her up in his arms, and she wrapped her hands around his neck. She’d never felt so dizzy with desire in her life. At this moment, she didn’t give a damn about anything else. All of her worries and insecurities fell away as his tongue invaded and plundered her mouth. She felt feminine and wanted, something she’d always craved.

Jackson never removed his lips from hers as he toted her into the room. Footsteps told her that his brothers followed. Her heart thudded like a jackhammer in her chest, still reeling from being passed around so each could steal a kiss from her. Foolish or not, she wanted what they were offering more than words could express. Hell, she deserved it. This was her birthday.

Jackson kissed her as he carried her gently to the bed. His lips played and sucked at hers. She felt her back hit the mattress, but her mind was whirling. All that seemed to matter was the heat of his body against hers. He rolled on top of her, and she could feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans. He wanted her. They all did. Please, let this moment go on forever. She threaded her hands in his hair, enjoying the softness she found there. She could feel the other brothers’ eyes on them, watching intently. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should protest, but the attention just caused her clit to swell and her pussy to dampen. Though nervousness rocked inside of her, it now had a dance partner—desire.

“That is so fucking hot, you two.” Phoenix’s voice sounded more like a growl than words. Since he was the closest to her and Jackson, she was able to catch a glimpse of his hazel eyes. They were burning with passion, and her temperature rose.

Jackson released her lips, now swollen and throbbing from their overwhelming kiss. “Jessie, tell us what you want.”

Jessica was beginning to like the sound of the nickname he’d given her, especially the passionate way he said it. She squirmed under him as need clawed deep inside her body. “This is crazy to me. I don’t really know what I want. I just know I want to be here with you.”

“No problem.” He grinned, his eyes sparkling with intent. “We’ll take care of you. Don’t worry about anything, sweetheart.”

Not worry? She tried to focus her muddled thoughts on something logical that would help her get her footing back, like asking them to leave. When he wasn’t actively touching her, reality crashed back in. What was she doing? But then Jackson started undressing her, and her mind went blank. Deliberately, he unbuttoned her shirt. Her body shook lightly as his fingers traced the skin just outside her bra.

“God, she’s so gorgeous.” Phoenix said, his voice thick with desire. “I bet her skin is so soft.”

“Oh, she’s silky and smooth.” Jackson’s words sizzled to her nipples.

She looked to Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver, all standing by the bed, totally transfixed. Their eyes were focused on one thing and one thing only—her.

Jessie had never felt as beautiful as she did right now, and she savored their unanimous adoration of her. When Jackson’s thumb pressed on her right nipple through the fabric of her bra, she let out a little, passionate hiss.

His eyes caught hers. The intensity she found there captivated her. “You like me touching you, darlin’?”

Jessie felt like she was floating. “U—uh—huh.” It was all she could manage. Everything seemed centered on the touch of his hand on her breast.

She heard clothes being shucked by their audience. Warning: naked cowboys in my room. What should I do about that? Tell them to go, scream for Maude, or keep on enjoying their kisses…

Unable to focus, her mind became fuzzy and her body got tingly. But when Jackson unclasped her bra and helped her out of it, her complete attention locked in on him.

He planted a kiss on her mouth and then leaned back, staring at her chest. “Your breasts are fucking unbelievable.” His hands covered her mounds, and he began gently kneading her flesh. Goose bumps popped on her skin, and her pussy got even wetter.

She felt her shoes being removed. Two hands on each foot massaged away the remaining hesitation. This was heavenly, and she wanted to take the ride through every passion-filled mile…all the way to the end of the line. Jackson rolled off of her.

Her eyes followed him off the bed. She felt the loss of his heat, his weight. “What?”

He pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh. I want to feel you against me. I want to touch you, Jessie, every inch of you. Nothing between us.”

“Yes. Please.” She wanted that more than she wanted her next breath. How had she gone so long with the feel of him?

She looked down at where Dallas and Denver, free from clothes, worked out every bit of tightness in her thighs, ankles, and feet. Everywhere they touched she felt sparks of heat. Their bodies were perfectly muscled and beautifully tan. What made her catch her breath was seeing their hardness between their legs, evidence of their desire for her. God, they were huge.

Jessie had never felt so wanted in all her life.

 

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