Loving Lies

by Lora Leigh

  And though he hated to admit it, she was usually right.

  “That boy has to go to sleep eventually,” he growled, feeling his cock come to full screaming life as he pressed against her ass.

  She snuggled closer to him, her smile bright enough to rival the fireworks as they found Cody again, watching as he dragged his teacher across the clearing to the RV where Slade and Jessie had set up lounge chairs. Annie Mayes was an angel as far as Cody was concerned. She was a pretty little thing, Slade admitted, watching her shy smile as she came near them.

  “Cody insisted.” Her laughter was a little self-conscious.

  “Mommy, can I have another hot dog?” Cody hitched his shorts, straightened his shoulders and stared up at Jessie with charming devilry. “I’m hungry.”

  “You’re always hungry.” She laughed. “They’re on the table inside. Go ahead. But no soda, Cody. Milk.”

  “Shew. I like soda, Mommy,” he protested with a fierce frown.

  “Remind me to pay Jazz back for this,” she muttered at Slade before turning her attention back to Cody. “No soda. Milk or water, no arguments.” He opened his mouth to do just that.

  “Son. Mommy said no argument.” Slade hardened his voice, knowing Jessie’s soft spot, her hesitancy in this early stage of parenthood to his stubborn son. “Milk or water. Period.”

  His lips set in a pout. “Fine. But when I get big, I’m gonna drink soda all the time, just ’cause I like it.” He stomped into the cabin, sighing loudly, arguing to himself as he got his hot dog and one of the small cartons of milk Jessie kept for him in the cooler.

  “Annie, welcome to the party.” Jessie stepped forward as Slade’s hand slid down her arm, catching her hand as they faced the quiet teacher. “I’m glad you came tonight.”

  “Thanks.” She shifted, embarrassed or maybe uncomfortable. “I’m not really used to parties.”

  She was Jessie’s age, in her second year of teaching, and though Jessie assured him Annie was a perfect teacher, she seemed uncertain around many of the parents. Especially the men. The first day of school, her room bombarded by Slade, Zack and Jazz, she had looked frankly terrified.

  That look returned a second later when a hard thud from inside Jazz’s RV caused her wide eyes to fly to the shadowed recesses of the RV parked beside theirs.

  “Hey, Slade. Damn it, Zack stole my drinks again and just drove off with some city girl. That boy needs to buy his own damned liquor.” Jazz bounded from his camper, his big body landing heavily, his expression glowering as he glanced at them before stepping into Slade and Jessie’s RV. “Or did Jessie make you get rid of the good stuff… Oh hi, squirt. I got soda in my place, why are you drinking milk?”

  Jessie sighed. Slade chuckled. Annie looked terrified.

  “I have to go.” Annie backed into the awning support as Jazz stepped out again. Dressed in cut-off shorts and nothing else, standing nearly six feet, six inches in bare feet with that wild mane of black hair falling to his shoulders and those icy Viking-blue eyes, he could be a forbidding sight.

  “Hey, little mouse, where are you scurrying off to?” He laughed as she jumped back again before moving quickly along the bank. “Was it something I said?” He waggled his brows, turning to Slade with a white, sharp smile.

  Slade shook his head, watching as Jazz made off with the last bottle of whisky, his laughter echoing behind him.

  “You have strange friends.” Jessie turned in his arms, peeking into the dimly lit RV to catch sight of Cody camped in front of the cartoons, hot dog in one hand, milk in the other. “I think he deliberately ran Annie off.”

  “Ah, but I have the best wife.” He bent his head, kissing her neck, his hands running down her back as he rubbed his erection against her belly. He was not going to get into a discussion of Jazz’s shortcomings. The list was just too damned long. “Wanna get kidnapped?”

  She lifted her head, her smile bright, her eyes shining with love, passion and a heated warmth that still had the power to make his heart thunder in his chest.

  “Anytime, stud,” she whispered. “Anytime.” She glanced in the cabin. “Well, after Cody goes to sleep maybe.”

  Their laughter mingled then became silent. In the glow of the bonfire, lit by the fireworks above, Slade’s lips covered Jessie’s, smoothing over them, sinking into a caress that stroked his soul.

  His wife. His family. And life was good.

  Lora Leigh

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  Blackmailed

  (C) 2006 Annmarie McKenna

  An erotic contemporary romance ménage available in digital formats May 30 at Samhain Publishing and coming soon in paperback…

  Brianna Wyatt may be a victim of her father’s machinations, but one look is all it takes for Cole Masters and Tyler Cannon to offer her their own style of ménage a trois blackmail.

  Brianna Wyatt’s father is blackmailing her into doing what he wants by threatening to send her brother to an institution. She would do anything to keep that from happening, including go along with his demented scheme of her getting pregnant by Cole Masters–a man who’s been rumored to share a woman with his best friend, and who leaves Brianna’s innocent senses in shambles.

  Cole is sure he’s about to be blackmailed—why else would a man whore his daughter? But there’s something about her that neither Cole nor his best friend, Tyler Cannon, can deny. They want her, and don’t hesitate for a second on making their own offer. Her brother’s protection for her body.

  When danger flirts with Brianna’s life, there is nothing they won’t do to keep her safe. Including listening to what their hearts are saying.

  Warning: this title contains graphic language, hot, explicit sex, bondage, domination/submission and ménage a trois and is not for the faint of heart!

  Enjoy this hot, steamy, sensual excerpt from Blackmailed…

  “I know you’re awake, Bri.”

  “Cole?” She turned her head, searching for the source, knowing it hadn’t come from her left.

  “Yes, sweetheart?”

  There he was, at her feet. She swallowed. “Who’s here, Cole?”

  “You’re right. She does swallow when she’s nervous.”

  Two distinct laughs reverberated in her ears. She fought to see through the blackness, to see who she was dealing with, while her body thrilled and betrayed her. She felt the slick evidence of her desire pooling with the thought of being touched by two men, even when her mind screamed it was wrong to want to be fucked by more than one.

  Apparently the rumors about Cole were true. She should feel embarrassed, outraged that they were both looking at her naked body, but she couldn’t summon up either emotion.

  The feather, at least she thought it was a feather, stroked her exposed neck like a lover’s caress, soothing her despite her fears.

  “Shh. Relax,” the man whispered against her ear.

  His fingers, she assumed they were the unknown man’s, trailed a blazing path down her throat, along the valley between her breasts, pausing to circle her areolas. His fingernails scraped gently across her abdomen and stopped where he dipped into her belly button. Brianna sucked in a breath at the exquisite feelings. It was then she realized she was also bound to the bed by a strap across her hips, preventing her from even arching her back.

  Her face grew red as she smelled her own arousal.

  “So soft,” he murmured.

  “Like silk,” Cole agreed.

  The strange fingers continued their journey, learning her body and tangling in her pubic hair. Brianna bit her lip, silently begging him not to stop, to touch her clit, to make her come, but he withdrew his hand. She groaned in disappointment and sank into the mattress.


  “Let’s shave this off. I want only skin here.”

  Brianna gasped at the gruff command, startled by his abrupt change from gentle to demanding.

  “A hot, wet towel, Bri.” The bed dipped between her legs where she guessed Cole climbed closer to her.

  “Cole, stop. I don’t want this. Don’t do this!” She sounded pathetic, she knew, but God, they had her tied to a bed and were going to shave her pussy.

  “You promised, Bri. It was part of our bargain. You agreed to do anything I asked of you. Now I’m telling you. You will do whatever we tell you. Now, shh. We want you naked, Bri. We want to feel your smooth skin as we lap up your juices. It’s just hair, baby.”

  “We? We?” Brianna squirmed as best she could. “Who is we? Damn it, Cole, at least let me see who we is!”

  “My name is Tyler.” He said this one second before an intense pain shot through her nipple. She screamed and tried to dislodge whatever was pinching her now distended, hard nipple. The tight bead was soothed as quickly as it had been punished by a wet tongue rasping over it. Immediately the pain became a pleasure sizzling its way to her vagina, drenching the hair which would soon be gone.

  Suddenly she didn’t care what they did to her pubic hair, she just wanted one of them to touch her.

  “A screamer, huh?”

  “I told you she was.”

  “You made it sound like she was a little noisy, not loud enough to shake the rafters.”

  “Yeah, well, I wanted you to see for yourself.”

  Brianna mentally pictured Cole’s shrug and nearly cleared her throat as they talked about her as if she were not there. Her nipple was throbbing beneath its clip, a delicious, warm tingle, now that the pain had dissipated.

  “Please,” she begged, her body again doing the speaking for her.

  “Please what?” Tyler asked.

  There was no emotion in his words, as if he didn’t care that he had a tied-up, naked woman laid out like a sacrifice in front of him.

  “Please, touch me. Cole,” she offered at the last second, remembering his desire for her to say his name.

  “You remembered. I’m impressed.”

  He touched her then, laying the hot washrag over her mound. The heat scorched her raised clit, adding to the searing pleasure/pain at her nipple. Her body hummed with desire.

  Warm lips closed around her free nipple, sucking it into a hard peak. Tyler, she thought, rolled it around his wet mouth, consuming her. She moaned and ground her head into the mattress. Cole laid his hand over her washrag-clad pussy and pressed in rhythm with the mouth sucking her breast. Its rough texture antagonized her clit, but did not give her enough.

  She wanted to touch someone, to feel the hardness of Cole’s body against hers as he devoured her. Even more perverse, she wanted to slide her hands over Tyler’s skin, to learn the shape of him through touch, if she would not be allowed to look at him.

  His lips released her tight bud with a pop one second before it was clipped the same as its twin. She screamed and bit into her lip, tasting the coppery fluid leaking onto her tongue.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God.” She thrashed her head back and forth, denying the shooting pulses of pain grinding away at her chest. Her nipples burned deliciously as a tongue once again soothed the offended flesh. One touch to her clit would send her over the edge, but now she realized the rag had been lifted and the hot wetness was gone. A cool breeze wafted through her pubic region, cooling her desire.

  “Please!” she pleaded, unashamed now that she was so close.

  “Not yet, little one.”

  Loving Lies

  The Men of Summer

  By Lora Leigh

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