The Good Girl In My Bed (Dangerous Desire Book 2)

by Lexxie Couper

  Jay blinked.

  Sami stabbed a finger at him. “And you’re bloody lucky you didn’t get the same.” Throwing a glance at Eli, she shook her head. “What is it with you two? Anyone would think I’m a piece of meat to fight over.”

  Ignoring the churning sensation in his gut, Jay fixed her with a hard stare. “Do you want him to get in your pants?” he repeated. “I know what you’re like, Sam. I know a knee to the nuts could quite easily constitute foreplay to you.”

  “Now that’s interesting.” Eli’s Southern drawl scraped at Jay’s sanity. “And good to know. You can leave now, Rutledge. Your boss and I have something to continue.”

  Jay snarled at Swanson. “Watch it, Swanson.

  “Oh, for the love of God,” Sami snapped. “Can you two get your fucking testosterone under control for a moment?”

  Mouth dry, gut clenched, Jay turned back to his boss. “If you accept his bet, boss,” he said, desperate to recoup some semblance of professional dignity, “he’s going to use it to sleep with you, knee to the nuts or not.”

  Sami arched an eyebrow. “And I’m guessing by the way you came barging in just now, balls swinging, you don’t want me to sleep with him. And by sleep, we all know you mean fuck, right?”

  Jay let out a ragged breath. This wasn’t going the way he’d planned.

  Planned? Huh, you didn’t have a plan. You just ran up here, horny for reasons you don’t want to admit and—

  “And just so we’re clear,” Sami continued, her tone growing more calm and enigmatic with every word, her eyes equally unreadable, “the reason you think Eli will get to fuck me is because you believe he’ll win the bet—not me?”

  A hot lump filled Jay’s throat. Christ, he hadn’t thought any of this through.

  “Correct?”

  He swallowed. Stared at his boss. Balled his fists.

  “No, not correct,” he said, voice a dry scratch. “I didn’t think that. I don’t think that. I just know how much Swanson wants you for his own.”

  Sami’s expression didn’t waver. “Enough to cheat?”

  Shaking his head, Jay turned for the door. “Forget it. Forget I was here. Get back to doing whatever it is you were both doing before I arrived.”

  “Wait a minute, Rutledge.”

  He stopped at Sami’s stern order. Swallowed again. Pivoted on his heel and met her gaze.

  A light burned in her blue eyes, the same fire that danced there every time she mounted her bike. “Who says you’re allowed to go?”

  Jay drew a slow breath as she walked slowly toward him. He craved her on a level he didn’t want to admit.

  “What if,” she went on, tiptoeing her fingers up the center of his chest, her eyes holding him prisoner, “I want to change the bet?”

  “Change?”

  Jay flinched at Eli’s question. Christ, he’d forgotten the guy was in the room.

  No, you hadn’t. You’re trying to pretend you don’t want him in the room. You’re trying to pretend you don’t want—

  Sami’s lips curled in a slow smile as her fingertips made their way over Jay’s chin and up to his lips.

  He resisted the urge to suck them into his mouth. Just.

  “Change,” Sami repeated with a single nod.

  “In what way?” Eli asked.

  Jay couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t tear his stare from her eyes and the wild, hungry fire in their depths.

  “If I lose,” she said, inching her fingers back down Jay’s chin, his chest, down to his abs, his belt buckle… “You, Eli, get to decide what anything means and I will honor it.”

  Jay bit back a groan. “Sam,” he breathed. “No.”

  She arched an eyebrow at him. The heat in her eyes flared hotter. “But if I win—and I will—you both sleep with me. At the same time. And by ‘sleep’, I mean fuck, and by ‘same time’ I mean you both dedicate yourself simultaneously to giving me the best sex of my fucking life. Together.”

  Sami stared up into her mechanic’s face. Waited for him—and Eli—to respond.

  She fully accepted that what she’d just proposed was insanity, but when a girl was pushed to the limit, sometimes insanity was the only option. She had no fucking clue how to deal with the sudden and completely unexpected situation in which she now found herself. Two guys—one she despised despite his sexy accent and sexier body, and one she’d firmly thought belonged only on the friend bench—were now both trying to lay claim to her?

  It was enough to make her head spin. And, she discovered, her pussy throb.

  She wasn’t prepared for that. The best way to get them off her case, to halt the sexual pissing contest and give her some time to digest the way her body was reacting to both of them, was to throw them completely for a loop with a ludicrous suggestion.

  There was no way, no way, they’d ever agree to a threesome. No way. Eli Swanson was too much an egotistical alpha male to consider it, and Jay was just too damn sweet.

  “Are you seriously suggesting what I think you are?”

  At Eli’s question—uttered with disquieting calm—Sami’s heart slammed into her throat.

  Why didn’t he sound shocked? Or repulsed? Jesus, why the hell did he actually sound…interested? What the hell?

  Fixing him with a steady gaze, she let out a scoffing snort. “Eli, the only way I’d ever fuck you is if Jay fucked me too. There’s no way you’re man enough for me. I’d need my mechanic to finish the job.”

  The second the slur on his manhood passed her lips, she realized it probably wasn’t the smartest move she’d made that day.

  Smart? Huh, more like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

  “Christ, Sam,” Jay groaned beside her. “What the hell are you doing?”

  Sami truly didn’t know. The situation had somehow taken on a surreal life of its own.

  God, if only her stupid pussy would stop throbbing and pulsing and carrying on at the thought of both men doing her.

  Still staring at Eli, determined not to let him see just how deep she’d thrown herself into the proverbial shit with no sign of a paddle in sight, Sami arched her eyebrow. “Well?”

  For fuck’s sake, woman. Shut up!

  Eli studied her. Motionless. His eyes raked over her, from top to toes and back to her face again. Not a hint of what he was thinking showed in his expression.

  “I am more than enough man for you, Charlton,” he finally said, that drawl of his more pronounced than ever. “But at least if Rutledge is joining in, it might keep your mouth busy. Shut you up for a while.”

  Sami’s stomach lurched. And then rolled. And then lurched again.

  Oh God, had he just agreed to her ridiculous proposition?

  Had he?

  At her side, Jay let out another groan. This one, however, was less incredulous disbelief and more…sexual hunger.

  Feeling as if she were suddenly wrapped in hot cotton wool, Sami swung her stare to her mechanic.

  Found him watching her, unmistakable need on his face.

  Holy fuck, what had just happened?

  “Are you in, Rutledge?”

  At Eli’s calm question, Jay’s Adam’s apple jerked up and down the strong column of his throat. With a barely perceptible glance toward Eli, he nodded.

  Once.

  A tsunami of nervous disbelief rolled through Sami. She gaped at her mechanic, mouth dry, pulse pounding.

  What the hell?

  What the fucking hell?

  Eli chuckled, the sound at once smug and humored. “Done.”

  Sami swallowed. Oh God, how would she get herself out of this madness?

  Get yourself out? Is that what you really want?

  Pulse doing its best to punch a hole in her throat, she returned her stare to the American.

  He studied her, lips curled in an insufferable smirk.

  “Unless,” he said, lifting his eyebrows in a mocking show of realization, “you were only trying to bluff us? Perhaps you’re not enough woman to handle us both?”r />
  Infuriated determination flooded Sami. She snapped her spine straight. “Your lips. My arse. Fuck-knuckle.”

  He laughed. “I take it that’s a yes, then?”

  “It is.”

  Sami’s tummy erupted in fresh flurries of nerves the moment the words left her. Her pussy, however, pulsed with an urgency she had never experienced before.

  She gulped in a breath, that hot-cotton-wool sensation wrapping around her tighter.

  Holy crap, she’d just agreed to a threesome with Eli and Jay.

  She’d just agreed to let both men make love to her at the same time.

  Not just agreed to it, suggested it.

  Was this what her best friend, Phoebe, meant when she’d declared Sami lived her life purely on impulse?

  Cause holy fuck, what she’d just proposed was the epitome of impulsive.

  “If I beat you,” Eli went on, stalking toward where she stood—numb and on fire all at once, “I get to decide what you have to do as the loser. If you beat me, Rutledge and I get to…” His gaze raked over her once more, a linger caress that made her want to rub her thighs together. “Be your sexual slaves.”

  Sami barely bit back her whimper at the term.

  At her side, Jay let out a strangled sound of carnal desire that flooded her sex with fresh impatience.

  Stopping directly in front of where she stood on shaky knees, Eli drew his face closer to hers. “You do realize no matter the outcome, I’m the winner in this, yes?”

  Recover, woman. Recover. Reclaim the power. Don’t let him—

  “You do realize,” she choked out, meeting his stare even as she struggled to breathe, “before any fucking takes place between the three of us, you will make a public statement that female motocross riders are just as good as male riders and apologize for saying they aren’t? I beat you; you apologize. That’s the whole reason for this…this…”

  A crooked smile tugged at Eli’s lips. “This situation you find yourself in? I do realize that, but do you really think you’re going to beat me?”

  That nervous sensation in Sami’s tummy flared up again. She recognized it for what it was—anticipation-fueled adrenaline. The high of pushing the boundaries. The crave for more than just the humdrum of a safe existence.

  “I do,” she answered. “And you’re going to apologize. And I will be standing right there beside you, for the whole world to see. Do you understand?”

  A darkness flickered in Eli’s eyes. There and gone just as quick. “I do. And I still agree to the bet.”

  Sami’s heart slammed harder in her throat.

  Out of control. This was all so…out of control.

  Was that why she felt more freaking alive than ever?

  ~

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  About Lexxie Couper

  Award-winning romance author Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six, and hasn't stopped since. She's not a deviant, but she does have a deviant's imagination, and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get erotic romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear, or tremble with desire…sometimes all at once.

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  Chasing Sunset

  Sunset, Book 1

  Prologue

  Dear Diary,

  I can’t believe this has happened. It’s April again. April 9th tomorrow, which will make it exactly one year to the day that I came to Graceville. A year in the same place. Who’d have thought it possible? When I think of all the years I bumped around from town to town with Mum, my mind still boggles at the thought of twelve whole months in this tiny coastal village. Mum got a singing gig in a piano bar in Newcastle once and we stayed there six months. Up till now, that’s the longest I’ve ever lived in one place.

  I was only meant to stay the weekend. But then I met one Andrew Buchanan and things changed in ways I never saw coming.

  God, Drew. Attentive, romantic, gorgeous Drew. He’s my best friend and my perfect fantasy man rolled into one. I didn’t think men like him existed—perhaps part of me still doesn’t. I sometimes feel like this is all a dream, something out of one of the picture-perfect watercolors they sell to tourists down at the wharf-side markets on Sundays. Maybe that’s why part of me always feels like it’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for that “hit the road moment”, as Mum always called it. It hasn’t happened yet, but I keep expecting it.

  The other night Drew said he loved me. That’s twice now, but both times we were in the middle of making love so I’m not sure it counts. Dare I believe he’s telling the truth? If I say it back, will it scare him away or make it real? Honestly, I don’t know which outcome frightens me more. Because if Drew really does love me, that means he’s going to want to marry me some day. He’s that kind of guy.

  But me? Married? It seems so out of this world. If I believe in it, trust it, how will I cope if it disintegr
ates? I’ve had zero training at being a wife. Being a girlfriend still feels weird. I mean, I’m about to have my anniversary with Drew. I’ve never had an anniversary before. What am I supposed to do?

  Well, that of course, but it ought to have a little extra something. I have a dress I bought online that I’ve been saving for a special occasion, and those naughty high-heeled shoes. If I’m ever supposed to strut my stuff, I suppose tomorrow is the night.

  At least on the sex front I’m as sure as I can be of anything. It’s always been fantastic with Drew and somehow it keeps getting better. He sure knows his way around a woman’s body, at least around mine. Perhaps I should stop stressing about the future and go on as I have been, living in the moment. I never used to think about what was coming next and things have worked out okay for me so far.

  All of a sudden I can’t wait to see Drew’s face when he comes home tomorrow night and I’m wearing that outrageous outfit…

  Signing off in anticipation,

  Sidney

  Chapter 1

  “You want me to what?”

  Brody Nash stared at his oldest friend, sure his shock was written all over his face. Drew Buchanan continued swirling the rum and coke in his hand, making the melting ice clink against the glass. He didn’t flinch away from Brody’s scowl. “You look like a dog bit you, Brody. I didn’t think anything could shock you.”

  “There’s a first time for everything.” How could he help being shocked? But chasing down the shock was something else he shouldn’t be feeling, something he’d forbidden himself to feel when it came to Sidney McCall. Adrenaline coursed through his bloodstream like an express train headed to all points south. No question, Drew’s suggestion piqued his sexual interest.

  Drew ducked his gaze at last, turning his attention to the view of the full April moon draping silken light over the waters of Knight’s Bay. They sat side by side in a couple of the chairs usually reserved for patrons of The Blue Fish Grill, the restaurant Drew owned and that Brody worked at on occasions when it suited him. It was after ten now and the place was closed up for the night.