True Blue Love: The Thorns, Book 3

by Melissa Lopez

  Groaning, he slid a hand down her body to cup her hip. He pressed his hard prick into her.

  Focus, mate. Ignore your own growing need for release.

  He eased back to allow his hand to trail under the nightshirt she wore. Her panties were wet to his touch.

  She gasped into his mouth.

  “I missed you, luv.”

  De whimpered on an arch of her hips.

  His free hand caught the back of her neck to keep her anchored to him. Her pussy was hot as he worked her clit through the cloth.

  With a turn of her head, she broke the kiss off. “Ethan.” Her hand pushed at his chest.

  He stilled. A new type of tension sank into his muscles.

  Nervously she pressed her hand over the heartbeat in her neck. “Ethan…”

  “Yeah?” He eased back to look into her gaze.

  “I’ve already experienced this…move of seduction.” She motioned between them. “And I have the proof to show it.”

  Cold water washed over him, through him. What the hell had come over him? Trying to seduce De? What was he thinking? He hadn’t. Unless it was with the head below his waistline.

  No. It’d been more than his prick thinking. She’d been hot for him too. He’d felt it. But he’d abandoned her. Hell, he’d not only abandoned her… She’d never been his. She’d belonged to his brother. A bloody fine mate. A second chance wasn’t something he deserved. Guilt and a rising tide of insecurity caused him to step away to give her space.

  “I have to be at work early tomorrow.” She led the way from the bedroom to the entryway. “You’re welcome to visit Nate. We’ll be here by five most days. But…but…” Her arms went back under her arms. “I’m a mother, and the last thing I want to do is become involved with a player again.”

  Ethan’s teeth clenched. He hadn’t been a player since she’d walked out his door.

  “What we had was a fun time…”

  Fun time? His arse. She’d bloody well had the time of her life. He’d made sure of that. Hell, what they’d shared those two weeks had been the best of his bloody life…

  She turned away from him to pull the door open. “It was no more than sex.”

  Only sex? He’d thought he’d suffocate from wanting her. Even after he’d tried to forget her. De had gotten into his system. She’d affected his life just as his calling for a career as a rescue swimmer had.

  When she faced him, her face held tight lines. “Let’s stick to being friends for Nate’s sake.”

  Muscles along his back bunched. Rejection wasn’t something he’d ever experienced before. She’d just rejected him and he disliked it. Disliked being compared to the man he once was.

  “Sure, for Nate.” He forced a smile. “Goodnight, sheila. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

  “Hooroo.” She closed the door before he left the steps.

  Christ. What had gotten into him? And why did he want to prove he’d changed?

  Love…or friendship? Does she really have to choose?

  Only Tyler

  © 2009 Jess Dee

  Circle of Friends, Book 1

  Katelyn Rosewood is facing a moral dilemma, one that’s six-foot-two, sexy as sin—and her fiancé’s best friend. Katie spent a lot of time getting over Tyler Bonnard, but now that he’s back in Sydney, he’s turning her carefully reconstructed world upside down.

  Her relationship with Steve Sommers may be short on heat and desire, but after Tyler left her two years before, she’ll take security and solid friendship over wild passion any day. Except Tyler seems to have a good—if outrageous—explanation for why he’s returned.

  After a tragic family secret tore him out of Katie’s life, Tyler is glad to be back with his two best friends. But one thing is out of place: Katie’s in the wrong man’s arms. And if her reaction to his return is any indication, she’s not quite over him. Which could mean hope for Tyler, heartbreak for Steve…

  And another devastating loss for Katie, who must choose between the man to whom she’s committed her future, and the man who still holds her heart.

  Warning: Keep a tissue or two handy while reading this book. While it does contain a few steamy love scenes, the rest of the story might just make you cry.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Only Tyler:

  She had no clear recollection of leaving the theater. No knowledge of how she got in the elevator leading up to the hotel rooms. All she knew was that when she and Tyler were safely ensconced in the first car free of other people, she was finally, finally, back in his arms.

  His kiss almost stopped her heart. And when it finally began to beat again, when she finally realized she’d pass out if she didn’t force air into her lungs and blood into her arteries, it was to an unsteady, uneven rhythm.

  He didn’t just kiss with his mouth, he kissed with his whole body, melding her against him, into him, making them one. As his tongue stole between her lips, scorching her mouth, she swore she saw stars.

  She was wrapped in his arms, exactly where she wanted to be. Exactly where she belonged.

  For the second time that evening, he placed his hand on her lower back. This time though, there was nothing subtle about his touch. He curved her hips into his, and her world stood still. He was hard. His erection pressed against her lower belly, burning through her dress.

  The impact was electric. Her breasts tightened and sparks ignited between her legs. She moaned into his mouth.

  He pulled his face away to stare at her. His eyes, though flecked with gold, were so dark they were bottomless pools of desire. He tried to speak, tried to say something, but couldn’t. Instead he took her mouth again in a kiss so carnal, so spicy, her knees threatened to give in.

  When the lift opened to empty them on Tyler’s floor, he refused to break contact. He lifted her in his arms, carrying her effortlessly down the corridor.

  Though her hands shook, she fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, starting at the top and making her way slowly down. With each button that popped open, she nuzzled into his chest, kissing the exposed flesh. The flesh she’d loved so well. So thoroughly.

  The third button revealed a nipple, small, and masculine, and hard. She placed her lips around it and sucked gently.

  “Katie,” he rasped.

  He’d stopped walking and now stood beside a door.

  “Is this your room?” Forget throaty. Her voice was almost nonexistent. God, she needed him so bad. Needed to fill the emptiness in her loins.

  “Yes…” His voice broke as she ran her tongue over the hard nipple a second time.

  “Open the door. Now. I need to feel you moving inside me.” Only Ty could give her what she needed. Only Tyler.

  How he managed to rummage around in his pocket, remove his key card and get the door open, was beyond her—but then most everything was beyond her at that moment. The only thing she could comprehend was her fierce need to consume Tyler Bonnard, whole.

  Her body was made of liquid heat. When Tyler set her on her feet, inched the strap of her dress over her shoulder, exposing her breast, and took her nipple in his mouth, she swore she saw steam smoldering between her flesh and his lips.

  The impact of his mouth on her nipple was dizzying. The world spun. The sun dipped and rose. Her head dropped back, and she moaned. Only Tyler. He was the only man who ever made her feel like this.

  And then her mobile phone rang. The sound shrill and invasive.

  She froze.

  “Ignore it,” Tyler growled as he grazed her breast with his teeth.

  She couldn’t.

  “It’ll stop in a minute.” He slipped the second strap over her shoulder, revealing her other breast. As his hot lips covered her nipple, she listened to the persistent trill of the phone.

  Until it stopped.

  She relaxed and brought her attention back to Tyler. Her breasts were cupped in his hands. His mouth was an inch away from hers.

  “Sweet, sweet Katie. I never forgot you. Never forgot this.” His lids w
ere hooded and his voice low. “I never for one minute stopped loving you.”

  It was impossible to tell who kissed whom, but their mouths joined together again, and Katie’s toes curled from the pleasure his lips gave her.

  Tyler still loved her.

  “I am so sorry I left you, so sorry I caused you pain. It was the last thing I wanted. Ever.”

  She ran her hand over his hip. Slid her fingers along the hard length of his cock. He jerked into her touch, filling her palm and moaned.

  God, she held him again. Felt his excitement and his arousal. It matched the wet heat between her legs perfectly.

  His pants were a restrictive barrier, a concrete wall between them, and she lowered her other hand to grasp the buckle of his belt. She needed to feel his naked flesh. Needed to feel the pulsing heat of his cock. Slowly, she slid the belt through the buckle and pushed it out of the way. She twisted his button through the hole and then eased the zip over his solid bulge.

  So close. She shoved the flaps aside and touched the waistband of his undies.

  Tyler hummed low in his throat.

  She pushed at the elastic, felt the swollen tip of his penis under her fingertips and groaned into his mouth.

  And then his phone rang.

  And rang.

  And rang.

  She broke the kiss, pulling away as reality crashed in on their rapture.

  “It’s Steve,” Tyler said unnecessarily. One minute before desire had darkened his eyes. Now guilt shadowed them.

  Self-loathing filled her. She looked down at her naked chest.

  “It’s Steve,” he said again and took a step away from her.

  Her breasts heaved, wet and glistening from Tyler’s mouth. Her dress hung around the belt she’d cinched in at the waist. She swallowed hard as she realized what she’d done. “He’s trying to find us. He…he said if he finished at a reasonable hour he’d join us for a drink.”

  What kind of filthy worm was she, seducing her fiancé’s best friend? Demanding he sleep with her. In that instant she despised herself, and she despised Tyler, for what they’d just done to the one man who under threat of death would never harm them. He was her rock, her support, her mate. Steve was the man she was soon to marry.

  A wave of nausea nearly bowled her over. How could she? How could they?

  She stared at Tyler. He breathed heavily and ran a tense hand over his clenched jaw. His eyes were clouded with desire, doubt and regret. His shirt hung open around his waist, and pearly drops of moisture glistened on the head of his cock. Even amid her rush of self-hatred, the pull to go to him was intense, almost magnetic. The impulse to touch him again, to deny their wrongdoing, was potent.

  “I have to go.” She pulled her dress up, awkwardly pushing her arms through the straps. “I…I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.” She searched blindly for her purse and found it by the door. Then she turned and looked at Tyler’s tortured face.

  He was as disturbed by Steve’s call as she was. As shaken.

  Briefly she considered dropping to her knees and licking the sinful pre-come off his dick. “Steve is your friend,” she said thickly. “He’s my fiancé.”

  He didn’t argue. He simply fastened his pants and buckled his belt.

  Yanking the door open, she walked as fast as her legs would carry her, down the corridor and to the lifts, hating herself more with every step she took. She’d gotten maybe ten meters down the passageway when she heard the footsteps.

  She walked faster.

  It didn’t help. He was behind her. His hands on her hips, compelling her to slow down.

  She stopped and whispered, “Tyler, don’t.”

  He didn’t say a word. He just pulled her back against him, and let his erection nestle into her butt. His chest cushioned her shoulders. God, she wanted to melt into him. Wanted to stay in his arms forever. Wanted to feel him buried in her waiting heat.

  “Please. Let me go.”

  It was just a sexy game. Then things went south…

  One on One

  © 2009 Cathryn Fox

  Taylor Dayton has been holding back a secret from her best friend, firefighter Christian Bain: he’s the only man who can douse the flames inside her. It’s time he noticed her as more than an ice cream and movie pal. What better way to melt the blinders from his eyes than propose an irresistibly sexy grooming session?

  Christian can hardly believe the woman from his erotic dreams has just issued a siren call no red-blooded male can resist. He’ll give her what she wants, and when he’s done with her, she’ll need more than a fire hose to cool her down.

  When their little game leads them to discover their secret fetishes and fantasies, they realize that this sexy seduction is no longer just a game.

  This time, it’s for keeps.

  Warning: Hot sex in creative places, may leave reader salivating for more…

  Enjoy the following excerpt for One on One:

  Grabbing his keys, he walked to the door, pulled it open and, much to his surprise and delight, came face to face with the star of his erotic dreams.

  Poised to knock, Taylor titled her chin. Gorgeous green eyes lit up when they met his. She angled her head, dropped her hand and shot him a playful glance. “I didn’t realize you were psychic.”

  He grinned, letting his gaze race over her body. “I bet you didn’t know about my x-ray vision either.”

  Chuckling, she looked past his shoulder and scanned his apartment. “I’m not catching you at a bad time, am I?”

  “No. I was just heading down to the station for a little one on one.” Although he’d much prefer a little one on one with her. When her lips curled down in a frown, Christian cupped her elbow and hauled her inside. “What is it?”

  “If you’re busy—”

  “I’m not busy. Want to come in and watch a movie? I just picked up a new pint of ice cream,” he added, hoping to sweeten the deal with chocolate and sugar. Okay, okay, so he could have at least tried to mask his enthusiasm a little.

  She rolled on the balls of her feet, the way she always did when she had something on her mind. “Actually, I was wondering if you could help me out.”

  When her voice took on a serous edge, his grin dissolved. “Of course. Anything, anytime. You know that.”

  “I knew I could count on you.” She slipped her bag from her shoulder and dropped it on the floor.

  Trying for casual he said, “Hey, what are friends for?” He guided her into the living room and plunked himself down on the sofa.

  “Exactly. That’s why I came to you. Only a real friend could help me with my dilemma.”

  “Dilemma?” He patted the seat beside him, concern gnawing at his insides.

  She didn’t sit next to him, like usual. Instead she released the top button on her blouse and positioned herself directly in front of him.

  His eyes strayed to her chest, carefully watching the way she moved with innocent sensuality. When he got a flash of tanned skin, he licked his lips with longing. He studied her body language a moment longer and noted that she seemed a little different tonight, a little sexier, a little edgier, and a whole lot wilder.

  Her finger played over the next button, fueling his lust and deepening his need for her. For a split second he envisioned himself disrobing her, his hands racing over her silky smooth skin, his lips following closely behind. Temptation to climb to his feet and do just that swamped him, driving him to distraction.

  Berating his wayward thoughts, he forced his gaze back to her face and commanded himself to redirect his thoughts. Obviously this was not the time to be fantasizing about her. She had something on her mind and needed to talk.

  He shifted to hide his inflated body part. “What is it, Taylor?”

  “You see, lately men haven’t been noticing me and since we’re friends,” she said, stopping to point at him, “and you’re a guy, I was hoping I could ask your advice on something.”

  He noted the way she emphasized the word friends
—again. Okay, he got it. He might be a little dense at times, but he wasn’t stupid for Christ’s sake. They were friends. Nothing more. He got it.

  “Ask away.”

  She released the second button on her blouse, then the third and fourth, affording him a view of her creamy cleavage. When she undid the fifth and final button—yes, he was counting—air left his lungs in a loud whoosh. He sat there stock still, watching her peel off her top to reveal the most gorgeous set of breasts he’d ever had the pleasure of viewing.

  “You see, Christian. I need an honest male opinion.” She cupped her breasts. “Do you think these are too small? Too big? Is there anything about them that would turn a man off?”

  Holy. Fuck.

  After a long silent moment, she asked, “Christian, did you hear me?”

  “I…uh…no.”

  “No what?”

  He let his mind wander, imagining what it would be like to draw one of those tight pink buds into his mouth. To suck, lick, nibble and nip until she begged for mercy. But oh no, he wouldn’t stop there. There’d be no mercy for this sexy little siren. No fucking way. She’d pay dearly for this sweet torture. He’d make her beg him to fuck her and once he had her exactly where he wanted her, writhing beneath him like a wild wanton woman, he’d make her come all over him, again and again.

  “Christian?” Her voice interrupted his musings and pulled him back.

  With his blood rushing south, it became more and more difficult to form a coherent sentence. He coughed and drew a fueling breath. “I think they’re perfect, Taylor.”

  She angled herself sideways to catch her reflection in his big-screen TV. She stroked the underside of her breasts and brushed her thumbs over her rosy nipples, making them swell and darken. His body responded with a shudder.

  “I thought they were pretty good too, but just wanted to make sure.” Her voice sounded husky, sensual and resonated through him. As lust bombarded his body, his cock spasmed with pleasure, clamoring for Taylor’s undivided attention.