by Mari Carr
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to fudge the rules. Just a little. After all, casual sex doesn’t count. Right?
Warning: Lots of red-hot, half-dressed court presses complete with sex toys, food, bubble baths, strip poker and, oh yeah, balls.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Slam Dunk:
As they walked into the house, Ellie pulled off her coat and hung it on the hook by the door. She’d been to his house several times since the night of the break-in—to watch football on Sundays with the gang or to meet for a quick dinner before a late practice. He liked having her in his home. She fit here.
“Do you have any playing cards?”
He looked at her and wondered for a moment if he’d heard her correctly. “Cards?”
She nodded. “Yeah. You know, ace, king, queen. Cards.”
“Very funny, smartass,” he teased. Trey walked behind the bar in the corner of the room and pulled out a new pack. “I want to celebrate and you want to play rummy.”
She laughed. “Not rummy. Blackjack.”
Trey opened the cards and led her into the living room. “How about strip poker?” He’d expected her to laugh at his joke, so her response caught him by surprise.
“Hmmm. I think you’ll find my idea runs along those lines.”
He gestured for her to take the couch, while he pulled a chair opposite her, putting the coffee table between them. “So maybe you should lay out the game plan.”
She smiled, reaching for the cards and shuffling them like a Vegas dealer. “I like the sound of that.”
“Of what?”
“Me—laying out the game plan. You realize I’ve offered quite a few suggestions to you about things the girls should be doing on the court.”
Trey released a deep breath. He’d been expecting this. Ellie was used to being top dog and deciding exactly what happened with her team at Harper’s Ridge. No doubt it was difficult for her to take direction from him. It had been his main concern about her taking the assistant coaching job. So far, he’d thought things were working out fairly well. She’d made a couple of proposals of different ways to handle things and he’d listened.
Tonight she’d advised they should move from zone to man-to-man defense. He’d made the switch and the tide had turned in the game. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he always knew the right way. However, she needed to understand that as far as decisions about the team went, the buck stopped with him. “Ellie,” he started.
She raised her hand to halt his words. “You’re the head coach, Trey. I knew that going in and I’ve worked hard not to step on your toes. Not to usurp your authority.”
He nodded. She’d been absolutely professional. Always deferring to him whenever they had a disagreement. “I know that. And I know it’s not easy for you, but—”
“Let me finish. You said you wanted to celebrate and I know exactly how I want to do that. For tonight, I want a chance to be equals. To get my way. No questions asked.”
He swallowed heavily. What the hell was she suggesting? “Um, okay.”
She laughed. “Don’t look so grim. I’m not going to put you before the firing squad. Just a simple game of Blackjack.”
“What’s the wager?”
“Winner gets to do whatever they want to the other person, but the loser can't join in. When I win, you have to sit there and take whatever it is I do to you.”
He frowned. “What exactly are we talking about here? Give me an example of something you might do.”
She rose and Trey’s mouth went dry as she walked around the coffee table to stand in front of him.
“For example,” she said, bending over until he could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo in her hair. “I might do something like this.” She cupped his cheek, turning his face until her lips met his. She kissed him—the touch soft, gentle, and nowhere near enough. Trey reached up to grasp her hair, to deepen the kiss, but Ellie pulled away.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Still trying to take control. My kiss, my way. All you can do is sit there and take it.”
She wanted power. Trey tried to wrap his head around that concept. He was used to being in charge—on the court and in the bedroom. “Fine. We’ll play. Just so long as I get the same reward when I win.”
“If you win, you can do whatever you want to me.” She smiled and walked back to reclaim her place on the couch. As she sat, she added the two words that told him while they could play, they wouldn’t finish. “Within reason.”
He wanted to protest the limits, but he didn’t. He wanted Ellie Hunter more than he’d ever wanted another woman. She wasn’t ready for what he was offering. However, this game gave him hope. She was definitely initiating some dirty foreplay and he didn’t intend to turn down the offer. After all, his mother didn’t raise a fool.
She dealt the first hand and he looked at his cards—a three and an ace. “Hit me.”
She handed him another card—a five.
“Dealer’s sticking,” she said.
He nodded. “Me too.”
They flipped over their cards. He had nineteen. She had two face cards—twenty.
“My hand wins.” She rose once more and Trey anticipated another of her too-soft kisses. While there was nothing he enjoyed so much as her lips on his, it was going to be torture not to pull her onto his lap and fully explore the depths of her mouth.
When she got to his chair, she gestured for him to turn it so that he faced her. He followed her command, his curiosity overriding his pride. She was definitely going to push the control card tonight.
As she bent at the waist, he leaned forward slightly, expecting her kiss. He was surprised when she ignored his lips altogether and, instead, reached for the hem of his T-shirt. Before he could consider her actions, she pulled the shirt off completely.
Her eyes devoured his chest and he soaked up her appreciation. She’d never seen his bare chest before. She dropped to her knees, pushing his legs apart so that she could kneel between them. Her gaze never rose above his neck. She ran her hand over his chest to his upper right arm, tracing the barbed wire tattoo there. “I’ve only ever seen glimpses of this tattoo.” She continued to touch him as she spoke. “I wondered what it was.”
Trey felt the breath leave his body when she leaned forward to press a soft kiss on the tattoo, her tongue brushing his skin. His body was overheated, his cock on red alert, and all he could do was sit while Ellie seduced him with her lips, her tongue and those soulful dark brown eyes.
Jesus. What had he signed on for?
After a few moments of soft touches and light kisses along his arm and chest, Ellie stood and returned to her seat. “Next round?”
She gave up stripping to go legit…until three Kiowa cowboys bring on the down-and-dirty.
Boots and Chaps
© 2012 Myla Jackson
Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 1
Jackson Gray Wolf is turning thirty, and what does he have to show for it? A ranch. No wife, no kids, no dates. He’s had his eye on the pretty owner of the Ugly Stick Saloon, but their one accidental encounter was interrupted before he could get her out of her take-me-now red cowboy boots.
Audrey Anderson isn’t in the market for a man. Been there, done that, has the scars to prove it. She retired her pole-dancing boots after purchasing the Ugly Stick Saloon, and now manages a stable of strippers. When she winds up one stripper short for a private party, she’s forced to slip on a mask and into the role of the mysterious Kiki.
Jackson didn’t want the birthday bash his twin brothers are throwing him, but his vow to ignore the rented stripper goes awry when she shows him exactly how far she’s willing to go—for all three of them.
Audrey can’t forget the sizzling heat between her and one sexy Kiowa in particular. Jackson. Trouble is, she’s not sure if he wants the bold, brassy Kiki, or if he’s ready for the wounded woman underneath.
Warning this title contains hot scenes with multiple partners, with a little BDSM on the side. Caution—it could melt your e-read
er!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Boots and Chaps:
Audrey couldn’t believe she was getting away with her charade. Her body burned, her pussy wet with her juices. Having Jackson watch as she strutted her stuff in front of his brothers had been so much of a turn-on, she’d broken most of her rules of stripping, and she was raring to break all the rest.
Luke let go of his grip on her pussy and backed up a step, allowing more room for big brother.
A thrill of adrenaline shot through Audrey, her core heating to molten hot. The twins were handsome with their dark Kiowa skin, high cheekbones and jet-black hair, and she wouldn’t mind making love to both of them. At the same time. But Jackson…
She sucked in a long, deep breath and let it out slowly. This was a man’s man. Strip him down to a loincloth and he’d fit right in with his ancestors, hunting buffalo, fighting wars and making love with his woman. His broad shoulders flashed in and out of the strobe, the light casting shadows, emphasizing the distinct muscular definition of his chest and arms.
Her gaze dropped to the top button of his jeans, flipped casually open as if he’d been in the process of undressing when she’d begun her little dance.
She drew him near and flicked the other three buttons from their bindings with quick, desperate strokes. As the last button poked through the hole, his cock sprang free, slipping easily into her palm.
“Knew you weren’t immune to Kiki.” Luke laughed. “Hey, Mark, check out that boner.”
Jackson jerked back, sliding out of Audrey’s grip.
Mark swung a wooden stool into the center of the floor and shoved Jackson toward it. “Sit. And no jerking off.”
He sat and growled at his brothers, his hands going to his open fly and the shaft jutting straight upward.
Luke cranked the music volume up a notch and danced toward Audrey. “Now that you have the birthday boy in position, let me help you out of that shirt.”
It wasn’t what Audrey had in mind, but the angry frown on Jackson’s face gave her the courage to taunt him more, show him what he was missing. A little foreplay was just what he needed to make him eager to join the fun.
Audrey tied the tails of her shirt beneath her breasts, a good start for a strip tease.
“Did I give you permission to dress?” Luke shook his head and stalked her. “You know what the Gray Wolfs do to naughty girls?”
Her body quivered as she backed away from Luke and into Mark’s chest.
Jackson lunged forward.
“Down, boy.” Luke clamped a hand on Jackson’s shoulder and shoved him back on the seat. “You’ll have your turn. We want to get her ready for you. This is your show, brought to you by the brothers Gray Wolf. Sit back and relax.”
Jackson growled again, his arms crossing over his chest, hands fisted. “Relax…hmph.”
Luke grabbed the lapels of Audrey’s shirt and yanked it upward, extending Audrey’s arms high over her head. There he twisted the fabric, knotting it tightly around her wrists. She stood in the bikini thong, chaps and her prettiest black lace demi-bra, her breasts pushed up, ripe for the tasting, should any man in the room care to go for it.
Audrey’s skin stung where the shirt sleeves had scraped across, the slight pain even more titillating than she’d imagined. She wanted more. “Hey, what if I want to play too?” She tugged, but couldn’t free her hands. As a woman who’d been in control for the past two years, she was struck by this new sensation. These men had her at their mercy, a place she’d rarely allowed herself to be. A place she’d sworn she’d never go to again. But damned if she didn’t want more. She’d play along, just a little.
Luke wagged a finger at her. “We are the masters. You don’t have a choice. Submit or suffer punishment.”
Master. A wash of juices rushed through her pussy. Audrey had been submissive once. What had it bought her? Bruises, broken ribs and heartache. Her ex had shown her the worst side of a Dom-sub relationship. With Luke towering over her, her hands tied in front, her knees shook, but not out of fear. They were liquid with desire, her core tightening, her body screaming for release. Her mind rocked with the realization, her mouth watering for another taste of what was happening to her. How could she be so ready to fall back into that trap?
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Kiki.” Jackson’s voice cut through the jumbled fog of her thoughts.
“I am my own master,” she whispered, her throat dry in anticipation.
“Not in this house.” Mark crossed his arms over his chest. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.” He jerked his head, indicating the exit.
Audrey’s gaze skittered toward the door, her breaths now coming in short, rapid succession. She didn’t want to go. “No.”
Jackson’s eyes narrowed. “All you have to do is say the word and I’ll kill them.”
“I know my limits.” Her chin rose. “If I want you to stop, I’ll let you know.”
Luke crossed his arms, much like Mark. “How?”
“I’ll say crackerjack.” She laughed, reminded of the little boxes of caramel-coated popcorn. As a child, she’d had so much of the sticky-sweet, candied corn, she’d gotten sick. Could she have too much of a good thing by letting all three of the Gray Wolf brothers touch her? Last time she’d been surrounded by men lusting after her, she’d been stripping for her rent money, unwilling to let her customers touch her. When she’d bought the bar, she’d sworn never to wear the mask, chaps and boots of her alter ego Kiki again.
Never say never.
If you follow the rules, you miss all the fun...
Rule of Three
© 2012 Kelly Jamieson
Kassidy is a good girl who wants to be bad. Dag is a bad boy who is very, very good. And Chris? He likes to watch…
When wicked-sexy Dag returns to Chicago to catch up with his old college buddy Chris and meet The Girlfriend, none of them are anticipating the unexpected turn of events that switch a loving twosome into a scorching hot threesome. As old feelings resurface, and new attractions are explored, a storm of sexual sparks is unleashed that leads them into forbidden areas.
Always the good girl, Kassidy blossoms under the attentions of two loving men, but neither she nor Chris are expecting the ménage to take a quarter turn toward Dag…and his feelings for Chris. When it’s revealed that Dag’s attraction to Chris is one big reason he left town, a tangled mess of old hurts and new feelings might destroy friendship. Love. Might destroy everything.
Warning: This book a contains a couple already in love, a couple falling in love and a couple in love who didn’t know it; also multiple scorching sex scenes including girl with boy, girl with two boys, boy with boy and two boys with girl...whew!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Rule of Three:
A couple of yellow cabs waited on Oak Street when they emerged from the alley where the club was and Dag lifted a hand. One pulled up and all three of them climbed into the back. The night air had cooled her heated skin, but now inside the taxi the air was heavy, pulsing with thick arousal. There was enough sexual energy in that vehicle to power the small hybrid car for many miles. Her heart pounded all the way home, and she stared at her bare knees, once again in the middle of the two men. It was only a short ride back to their place, and when she unlocked the door and let them into the condo, her heart sped up even more. She could hardly breathe, the sense of anticipation tightening her lungs.
They walked into the condo, Chris leading the way and flicking on a lamp. He turned and the three of them stood there, snared in a net of erotic tension.
Chris held out a hand to Kassidy and she drifted across the living room to take it without a word. He slid his hand into her hair, cupped the back of her head and kissed her. She melted into him, already a semi-liquid puddle of arousal.
“Watching you dance with Dag was fucking hot,” he whispered against the corner of her mouth.
Questions backed up in her brain but none of them came out of her mouth. Then Chris
did the same thing Dag had done, started sliding up the skirt of her dress, baring the back of her thighs to Dag.
This was a dangerous game they were playing. She was so turned on, so fevered with hunger, it made her afraid of what she might do. They were just fooling around, making each other—all three of them—hot and bothered. How far would they go?
“What panties are you wearing?” Chris murmured.
Her throat was so tight she could barely speak.
“Show us,” he urged.
She couldn’t move, her body locked into place, her heart racing.
“She’s not going to show us her panties,” Dag said. “Kassidy’s a good girl. Isn’t that what your sister said?”
His words mocked her, the words her sister had used, her sister who always made fun of her and made her feel like a straight-laced prude, even though she wasn’t. She was different from Hailey, sure, but it wasn’t like she was totally naïve.
She didn’t want to be a good girl. And she wanted Dag to know that. The sexual tension that had been building inside her for the last week, so much that fast, hard sex with Chris in the shower and even up against the bedroom door had still not quite satisfied her, was leading her into doing naughty things. A heavy ache pulsed in her pelvis.
She took a step back, lifting up her dress. She glanced at Dag, who stood there watching them with scorching intensity, his mouth a tight line of self-control.
“Nice,” Chris said. “Don’t you think, Dag?”
“Very nice.”
Her panties were a band of pink lace around her hips. She bit her bottom lip, knowing how wet they were. Dag smiled at her. Her fingers trembled, clutching the fabric of her dress.
“You haven’t told her, have you?” Dag looked at Chris.
Chris’s eyes met Dag’s. Kassidy’s gaze darted back and forth between them.
“Told me what?”
“No,” Chris said.
“Are you afraid Kassidy will be shocked?” Dag continued. “Because she is a good girl.”
