“Thank you, Evelyn.” Taylor was a special woman. She’d survived a terrible tragedy, and somehow, some way, she’d come through it still with more love to give.
David pulled Randi in front of him, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Since we’re making announcements, I might as well join in. Randi says she wouldn’t mind being my wife.”
Randi, the prettiest blonde Evelyn had ever seen, elbowed David in the ribs. “That is not what I said.”
David laughed. He laughed a lot these days. “I forgot. You said yes, but only if the dog could still sleep on the bed.”
“She’s part of my family, too.” Randi huffed.
The girl was as cute as a bug. She’d make a wonderful mother. But she did need to learn how to cook. Evelyn piped up in the middle of their teasing.
“If the dog is family, then next time you need to bring her to the barbecue.”
Randi beamed, and Evelyn knew she’d said exactly the right thing. “Congratulations, dear, and welcome to the family.”
“All right, you guys are outdoing me.” Mitch swung Rina up in the air. “How do feel about having a new baby brother or sister, munchkin?”
“Ewwe,” she squealed. “No boys.”
“Ewwe,” Peter added. “No girls. Dad, we’re gonna be outnumbered if it’s girl.”
Mitch smiled. Then he tipped his head and shot Connie what was clearly a lascivious grin. “If it’s the wrong sex, Peter, your mom and I will just have to make another one.”
Evelyn popped to her feet. Gravity just couldn’t keep her down. “You’re pregnant, too, Connie?”
Connie blushed. “Not yet. But we’re trying.”
“Oh my. Heavens.” Evelyn put her hands to her cheeks and sniffled.
Arthur put his arm across her shoulder, hugged her close, and saved her from making a fool of herself by bursting into sobs of joy for a second time in five minutes.
“I’m hungry,” he declared. “Can we start the hamburgers?”
The kids chimed in, chanting their desires. Evelyn’s boys tossed for who got to do the cooking. Randi, Taylor, and Connie trooped into the kitchen for the condiments, side dishes, plates, and utensils.
Evelyn just stood for a moment in the shelter of her husband’s arms.
“Lou would be happy that everything’s worked out,” she whispered against his chest.
“Yeah, Lou’s looking down, and he’s happy,” Arthur agreed.
She’d miss her eldest like the dickens until she got to see him again up in heaven. But until that day, life was as perfect as could be down here on earth.
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If you enjoyed Mitch and Connie’s story, be sure to read about all the Jackson Brothers:
Somebody’s Lover, Book 1, Jace and Taylor
Somebody’s Ex, Book 2, David and Randi
Somebody’s Wife, Book 3, Mitch and Connie
Enjoy the following excerpts and meet the author!
Double the Pleasure
Kinky Neighbors
She’s Gotta Be Mine
About the Author
Double the Pleasure Excerpt
Try a sample of Jasmine’s Prescott Twins series!
Double the Pleasure
Prescott Twins, Book 1
Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes
Cover design by Rae Monet Inc
Previously published in 2005 in the Twin Peaks Anthology
One night, one chance, but will she have the courage...
Hitting the big 3-0 birthday like a brick wall, shy, reserved Kristin Prescott just has to break out of her sensible shoes and buttoned-up blouses and find herself a man. And the only one who will do is Ross Sloan, her sexy boss. The problem is, she isn't Ross's type; he prefers sensual, seductive women like her identical twin. But, Kristin isn't sure she can let go of her inhibitions.
Unless she pretends to be her sister.
Ross Sloan has lusted after his secretary, Kristin Prescott, since the moment she walked into his office. When she seduces him while playing the role of her twin sister, he sees through her masquerade immediately. But Ross wants both sides of Kristin: the prim, efficient woman who runs his office and the passionate woman she exposes in the guise of her sister. Forcing Kristin to release her inhibitions and claiming the desirable woman beneath the facade becomes his ambition.
But will the pleasure cost them their business relationship? Or can they have both?
Excerpt
Ross saw her the minute she entered the hotel bar. Miss Prescott. His Miss Prescott. In an exceptionally short red dress with an unbelievably gorgeous pair of thighs to match those calves, better even than he’d imagined. Reality certainly surpassed fantasy. Damn. That red dress...
It didn’t matter. In the morning she’d still be his secretary. And he needed her.
She turned, and her gaze traveled over the cluster of tables flanking the small dance floor. The bar was by no means full, and if she’d been looking, she couldn’t have missed him sitting at the far end of the counter.
She never even looked.
Just as well, it allowed him to observe every curve revealed by the brevity of her skirt. Her hair cascaded over shoulders covered only by the thin red straps of her dress. Oh, yeah, her hair was exactly the stuff of his fantasies, rich shades of reds and browns, curling softly over the tops of her breasts. Speaking of breasts, if he’d seen her like this in his office, he’d never have been able to keep his hands off her.
His heart stopped as she touched the red-and-black beaded choker at her throat. Just a brief caress. His eyes tracked the brush of her fingers down the slender line of her throat, leading his gaze to the soft swell of a plump breast. Magnificent. His smart, efficient secretary was sexy as all get-out.
His temperature rose by degrees as she moved to the bar and slid onto a free stool, crossing her legs. Endless legs. The red dress rode up her thigh. She signaled the bartender, and the man jumped to attention as if she’d handed him twenty bucks. Ross understood the feeling; he’d jumped to attention himself.
She ordered and, when her wine came, lifted the glass to her lush red lips. She raised a finger and slid it across her bottom lip, trapping a droplet. He barely suppressed a groan, closing his eyes briefly just to keep his sanity.
This couldn’t be his Miss Prescott. He opened his eyes.
Oh, but it was. Beneath the chatter of voices, the laughter, and the thrum of elevator music, the soft chink of her nails against the glass floated down the length of the bar. His groin tightened. God, there was something about that sound. It sent him into orbit.
He forgot his boredom of late. Miss Prescott in a sexy red dress was a breath of fresh air from the stuffy executive offices he’d been inhabiting, both professionally and personally.
If you enjoyed this excerpt, here’s where you can find Double the Pleasure, Prescott Twins, Book 1 and Skin Deep, Book 2
Kinky Neighbors Excerpt
Here’s a taste of one of Jasmine’s steamy romances. Be warned, this one is pretty darn naughty!
Kinky Neighbors
A naughty little foursome tale
Cover design by Rosemary Gunn
Two couples, two very hot wives, two husbands who don’t mind a little swapping...
The Mitchells and the Harts have been next door neighbors and friends for the past year. They have loads in common; double incomes, professional careers, no kids,...and a kinky streak.
Now they’re about to become very good friends...with kinky benefits.
The sex between them all is hot, naughty, and unbearably exciting. It isn’t merely swapping partners and moving to another room; it’s true foursome sex, same room, same bed, all four involved. For Drew and Cat Mitchell and Logan and Alexis Hart, it’s about barreling through boundaries none of them have ever crossed before, doing kinky things they’ve only fantasized about. But when they begin to exchange not just sex but emotional co
nnection, the problems start; a little jealousy, feeling left out, wanting more from the wrong partner. Can two couples really share everything without losing it all?
Excerpt
Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes
Her body was lithe, strong, and she worked him from the inside, milked him, turned him mindless. Cat had taken belly dancing lessons a few years ago, and though she’d stopped the dancing, she’d never lost the ability to use those muscles on his cock when he was deep inside her.
“I want to be fucking you just like this,” she whispered, “straddling your hips, riding you”—she laughed softly, a naughty, sexy sound that tightened every muscle in his groin—“while you’re licking her.”
Drew squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple hard. She moaned, liking sex with a nibble of pain, loving it when she was spinning him a fantasy at the same time.
“I want to look down and watch you devouring her pussy.” This time she groaned. Fantasies about other people always made her engine purr louder. But fantasies about their next-door neighbors made his wife come harder than even in the first blush of love when they couldn’t get enough of each other.
She threw her head back, her gorgeous brown-sugar hair falling over her shoulders. “Oh, Drew, she loves it, moaning, pinching her own nipples.” Cat took him with a faster rhythm, a harder pump, working herself up with her fantasy of their pretty neighbor. “She wants your big hard cock in her, Drew.”
When she was like this, Cat simply dragged him along. His body quaked and trembled, rising almost on its own to drive hard into her. He grabbed her hips, pistoned deep as she leaned back to give him the best angle for her G-spot. With sharp little stings, her fingernails broke his skin as she braced herself on his thighs.
“Fuck her,” she cried out, “fuck her hard.”
Christ, he loved her hot and out of control like this. Then her inner muscles clamped down on him as her orgasm began to ripple through her. She panted, moaned, tightened her thighs along his hips and bucked on him.
Her climax wrenched his from him, and he shot high inside her, shouting out her name.
Moments later, his limbs still jerking, he pulled her down, wrapping her in his arms. “Jesus,” he muttered against her fragrant hair.
“That was so hot, baby. I want us to do her just like that, me on your cock and you with your face buried in her pussy.
Drew laughed. “God, you’re filthy.”
She tipped her head back, grinned at him. “And you love it.”
Yes, he did. “You amaze me.” Cat was special, gorgeous, with a slim, athletic body that made him crazy and a kinky, naughty attitude toward sex that was more male than female. They’d once hired a Las Vegas call girl to watch them have sex. Cat was an exhibitionist. They’d been married for ten years, Cat was thirty-eight, he was seven years older, and their sex life was still fantastic.
She nuzzled his neck. “I know how much you love licking a woman, and that’s what I want to give you.”
“You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead as if she’d just made him a great meal instead of offered up another woman to him. She honestly did not have a jealous bone in her body. They did a lot of fantasizing, imagining sex with other couples they’d met, threesomes, foursomes. He knew she’d done a threesome before he met her, two men and her, but neither man was her boyfriend. She claimed that doing it with him, her husband, would be entirely different, taking things to a whole new level.
She stroked his cock to life again. “I just want to make sure you don’t get tired of having sex with me. Men need spice.” She needed spice, and her imagination was fertile with ways of getting it.
She loved role playing. She’d had him try to pick her up in a bar, pretending they didn’t know each other. He’d practically had to go to blows with another guy that was hitting on her. She’d loved the attention; then she’d fucked him in their car with the bartender having a smoke not ten feet away. She liked it risky, the fear of getting caught, public sex, in the back of a car, a dark bar, once on the hood in a parking garage. She thrived on anything edgy, always coming up with ways to keep their sex fresh. Cat needed to push her sexual limits; she needed fire.
Six months ago, they’d moved from fantasy into reality. At least they’d tried, meeting a couple off a personal ad Cat saw online. Unfortunately, nothing came of it. The couple was nice enough, married for twenty years, both in their early fifties rather than the mid-forties they’d claimed, and their definition of height-weight proportionate was not quite the same as Cat’s. Ultimately the attraction wasn’t there. Either you felt it, or you didn’t.
Lying in his arms, Cat plucked at the hair on his chest. “I told Alexis that we always hot-tub in the nude.”
Drew chuckled. “What did she say to that?”
He felt Cat’s shrug. “She just gave me a look.”
Tomorrow they were heading out for Tahoe where they’d rented a house close to the lake for a week. And they’d invited their neighbors. Logan and Alexis Hart had moved into their Saratoga neighborhood a little over a year ago. Alexis was a controller for a Silicon Valley microwave radio manufacturer, and Logan was CEO for a San Francisco-based Fortune 500 company. Like Drew and Cat, they had professional careers, double incomes, and no kids to tie them down. They’d gone from backyard barbecues to dinner and card games that lasted long past midnight. Now this, a week-long Tahoe vacation for some hiking, lake fishing, relaxing. And, if Cat had her way, some very kinky games.
“I’m dying to see how you’re going to bring up the subject of sex,” he mused.
Cat puffed a breath across his chest. “We’ve talked about sex before.”
“Sexual innuendo and jokes. It’s not the same as asking her if she’d like me to...”
“Make her come with your tongue.” Trust Cat to finish the thought. “Don’t you worry. I’ll find the perfect opening to get the ball rolling.”
“I’m sure you will.” His wife was out there, known for saying exactly what was on her mind. “What about Logan?”
She outright snorted. “He’s not going to be any problem at all.”
Drew had to agree. He didn’t believe Logan was a player, but the man had certainly gotten into the sexual innuendo thing with vigor. When Cat suggested strip poker instead of their regular game of Hearts on one of their card nights, Logan had jumped at the idea. It was Alexis who nixed it. She was a petite, pretty, blue-eyed blonde with sexy curves and mouth-watering breasts, but she was on the shy side, far more reserved than Cat. Drew liked her well enough. She was smart, funny, your basic all-around nice girl next door with the ability to really listen to what a man said, not just lip service. So to speak.
If Alexis didn’t want to play strip poker, there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d get down and dirty in the hot tub. Therein lay his main reservation about the whole idea; it could backfire and screw up a damn good friendship.
Cat tweaked his nipple, getting a rise out of his cock. “What if Logan wants a taste of me if you get a taste of his wife?”
Drew had always known that any kinky play they engaged in wouldn’t be just Cat watching him. She had a downright insatiable appetite for more, more, more. He had no illusions about what he was agreeing to. She would be doing whatever he did and probably a hell of a lot more, but when they finally had sex with another couple, he knew she’d make it totally hot. Maybe he was being led around by his dick—Cat usually managed to get exactly what she wanted—but he’d do it. And suffer the consequences, if any, later.
Trailing a hand down her abdomen, he delved between her legs, stroking her clit. She was wet and warm. “I’ll be jealous as hell,” he muttered.
Logan was a couple of years younger than Drew, a few rungs higher on the corporate ladder, CEO of a billion dollar company to Drew’s VP of Engineering for a medium-size software maker. With reddish hair, green eyes, and a gym-toned body Cat had mentioned a lot more than once, Logan was a good-looking guy.
Cat pushed
him aside. “Oh baby, you make me so wet when you get all he-man.” She masturbated for him. He loved to watch. “But if you get her, he’ll insist on having me.”
“Yeah. He’ll beg to spread your gorgeous thighs.”
She moaned, getting herself worked up again with her fantasy scenario. He knew Cat. It was kinky sex, not the man himself that she needed. She wanted the package deal, a foursome. Drew didn’t have to be jealous, but he knew a little jealousy added to her sexual high.
The real truth? He didn’t know how he’d feel. Fantasizing about other men fucking Cat made him explosive in the heat of the moment. In reality, there might be a whole different set of emotions. He couldn’t be sure which ones he’d succumb to until they actually did it.
He started down her body, kissing her belly, her mound, then crawling between her legs. “Is this what you want him to do, baby?” He put his tongue to her.
“Oh yeah.” She moved sinuously. “I want your cock in my mouth at the same time. I want to come on his tongue while you come down my throat.”
She rose swiftly to climax, her body trembling. Cat loved her fantasies. She cried out, clamping her legs over his ears as she came hard. Drew loved how hot she made herself. He had no doubt that soon, very soon, she was going to make the fantasy into reality.
He just hoped it wouldn’t mean the end of a good friendship with their neighbors.
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