Down & Dirty-epub

by Rhian Cahill

  And something else.

  Bethany’s heart slammed into her throat.

  Was it…

  Oh God, please let it be…

  “Condom,” he echoed, holding out a hand to Curtis.

  “Condom,’ Curits repeated, placing a square foil packet on his palm.

  Between them, Bethany hummed her approval, moving her fingers to the buttons of Logan’s shirt. That he had stayed fully dressed this whole time amazed her. That he was letting her undress him now humbled her.

  Oh God, she truly did love him.

  She released the first one, the second, the third.

  Kneeling on the mattress behind her, Curtis ran a train of kisses over the line of her shoulder, his hands roaming her body as he did so.

  Holding Logan’s gaze, she released the fourth button, the fifth, the last.

  With a ragged breath, he closed his eyes.

  Watching haunted apprehension cross his face, she slowly pushed his shirt from his shoulders.

  “Oh, Logan,” she whispered.

  He stood motionless, his torso exposed to her hungry stare. She gorged herself on the sight of his broad shoulders, his smooth chest, his lean muscles, his subtle six-pack, the golden trail of hair leading from his shallow navel down to the waistband of his briefs.

  When she lifted her head, she found him looking at her.

  “I’m not—” he began.

  She pressed her fingers to his mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she admonished, all too aware he was going to belittle himself.

  He closed his eyes again and, before she could move, slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of his briefs and pushed them and his jeans down to stand naked and exposed before her.

  Vulnerable to her at last.

  She couldn’t help herself. She let out a whimpering gasp. “Logan.” She trailed her fingers over his stomach, up the venous length of his incredible cock, over its glistening tip and then up to his chest. “You are perfect.”

  He answered her by crushing her lips in a kiss she could never call shy. Or uncertain.

  He ravished her mouth, his hands gripping her hips, the steel of his arousal grinding to her belly as Curtis kneaded her breasts, nipped and bit the side of her neck and rolled his erection against her ass.

  Her head swam, the truth of the moment overwhelming her.

  She surrendered to it. Gave herself over to the pleasure of being the utter focus of two masterful lovers intent on worshipping her body.

  At some point, she didn’t know when, Curtis moved his hands to her ass cheeks, spreading them enough to allow his cock access to her anus.

  She moaned, the insistent pressure of steel against her entry detonating exquisite tension in her core.

  Christ, she was ready.

  Sliding her right hand behind her, she pressed her palm to the sculpted planes of Curtis’s abs and pushed. He growled against her neck, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks.

  “Lube,” she rasped, clawing at Logan’s scalp as he nibbled on her bottom lip.

  With another growl, Curtis scrambled off the bed.

  His sudden departure threw off her balance, and she clung to Logan, his firm shoulders wonderfully warm beneath her palms.

  The mattress shifted again, violently, announcing Curtis’s return to his kneeling position behind her.

  At the same time, Logan released her, stepping back to regard her from the end of the bed.

  Bethany’s heart tripped over itself. She stared at him, terrified.

  Had he changed his mind? Had he—

  Stare fixed on hers, he raised the condom packet to his mouth and tore it open with his teeth.

  Liquid need pooled in Bethany’s very centre. Just as Curtis painted the hole of her ass with cool lubricant.

  “Oh God,” she whispered.

  The thick fluid covered her entry. But that wasn’t enough for Curtis. She heard that peculiar wheezing sound fluid makes when being squeezed from a tube a heartbeat before his hands returned to her butt to spread her cheeks again.

  Sucking in a breath, she stared at Logan, watching him watch her as she offered her ass to his friend’s touch.

  Curtis’s lube-coated finger penetrated her anus.

  She let out a hitching whimper, the exquisite pleasure from the invasion heightened by the carnal hunger in Logan’s eyes.

  And then, as she fought to hold off her moans of impatience, Logan slipped the pre-lubricated condom from the open packet in his hand and sheathed his engorged cock.

  Bethany’s nipples pinched hard. Her breath quickened. Her tummy knotted.

  She met his stare, aching for what was to come.

  “Not to shatter the moment,” Curtis rasped behind her, “but I’m about to fucking explode here.”

  A smile pulled at Logan’s lips. “A million bucks if you can make it to the second verse of the national anthem.”

  Curtis laughed. “Not a fucking hope, mate.”

  And with those words, he wrapped his arms around Bethany’s waist, rolled his hips until the tip of his cock nudged her entry and thrust upward.

  Concentrated pleasure shattered throughout her. She cried out as Curtis’s cock stretched her back passage with searing heat.

  “Breathe, babe,” he said, his hands gentle on her body, his breath warm on the back of her neck. “And relax.”

  She did so, closing her eyes as she pulled in a long, slow breath.

  He pulled back a little, her body rocking with his stroke, the slight withdrawal flooding her with euphoric need.

  “And again,” he murmured, burying himself a little farther inside her entry, letting her body get used to him.

  She pulled another breath, willing her muscles to loosen.

  He sank deeper into her tight hole, his girth bringing fresh pain and pleasure to her entry.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

  A wicked ripple of delight stole through her at his groaned exclamation.

  “And so beautiful.”

  She opened her eyes at Logan’s soft voice. Found him looking at her.

  “Logan…” she whispered. “I…”

  Love you.

  “Want you inside me,” she finished. “Now. Please?”

  Without another word, he smoothed a hand down the back of her right thigh, gently raised her leg and, supporting its weight with his long, strong fingers, aligned the tip of his cock to her sex.

  She stared up at him. Caught her bottom lip with her teeth and nodded.

  With a single, slow upward thrust, he penetrated her.

  “Fuck!” Curtis ground out behind her. “Fuck, Logan, I can…I can fucking feel your cock against—”

  The rest of his exclamation turned to a choked moan, the sound beyond pleasure, beyond rapture. Bethany had never heard a more honest sound.

  Until Logan’s.

  His long, drawn-out groan caressed her sanity. She stared at him, drowning not only in the consuming sensations of two men penetrating her most intimate of entries, but what she saw in Logan’s eyes, in their striking blue depths.

  Love.

  Raw and open and real.

  Warm joy flooded her entire being. Her pussy contracted. Her heart clenched.

  The word formed on her lips, but she bit it back. Now was not the time. Not while Curtis possessed her body as well.

  Instead, she clawed at Logan’s shoulder, let him see everything in her heart and surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure overwhelming her as she rode their incredible penetrations.

  “Together, Curtis,” Logan growled, pulling her knee closer to the side of his body as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Move with me, mate. With me…”

  Without faltering, Curtis’s changed his rhythm, timed his thrusts perfectly with Logan’s.

  “Oh God,” she cried, digging her fingers into Curtis’s arm as he tightened it around her waist, his thrusts growing faster. “Oh God, it’s it’s…”

  “So good,” Curtis finished for her, the word
s little more than panted breaths. “So fucking good.”

  She nodded, close to unraveling with the intensity of the moment as they drove their cocks faster and deeper into her.

  Behind her, Curtis bit at her neck, her shoulder.

  The sudden pain laced the pleasure searing through her and she cried out, clinging tighter to Logan. Needing him more than ever.

  “I’m going to…” she rasped, “Oh God, Logan…I…I’m going to…”

  Their rhythm increased, Logan sinking deeper inside her as Curtis withdrew, Curtis plunging into her ass as Logan pulled out of her pussy to the rim of his cock.

  She arched between them, the soles of her feet tingling, her breath bursting from her in shallow pants, her toes curling.

  She was going to come. She couldn’t stop it. She was going to—

  “Fuck!” Curtis roared, his whole body tensing against her back as, with a savage thrust, he slammed deeper yet into her back passage.

  His release detonated something in Bethany. Or perhaps it was the knowledge it was just her and Logan now in their pleasure.

  Or maybe it was the way Logan held her forehead to forehead as they moved together, their breaths in perfect harmony, their stares locked.

  A potent tension swelled through her lower body. Liquid heat shot up her spine. The very centre of her being bloomed with pure pleasure and then, with a cry close to a scream, she came a heartbeat before Logan sank his fingers into the back of her thighs, threw back his head and pumped into her with a silent roar.

  Detonating with her.

  They rode the waves of their climaxes together, their pants an addictive soundtrack. A lifetime later, or maybe only a few moments, Curtis withdrew his cock from her ass and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder before climbing from the bed. “Let me go get a damp cloth.”

  She didn’t move. Instead, she let out a hitching murmur and closed her eyes, the contact of Logan’s forehead against hers both wonderful and perfect.

  Two men had given her pleasure. Two amazing, disparate men. And it was incredible. But now she was joined with just one of them, the only one who owned her heart.

  And now they were alone, she had to tell him.

  “Logan…” she whispered as the fading pulses of her climax continued to squeeze his cock. “I know its cliché to…to say what I’m going to…”

  She stopped. God, where was her feisty calm when she needed it?

  Lifting her head, she gazed up into his eyes. “I want to tell you…I need to tell you—”

  “I’m back,” Curtis’s voice—low and husky—played with her senses. The mattress shifted a second before a warm, damp cloth touched the backs of Bethany’s thighs.

  She pulled a breath, her heart racing as she dragged her stare from Logan’s to give Curtis a slow smile over her shoulder. “Thank you.”

  He dropped her a wink as he gently wiped the cloth between her ass cheeks. “I’d say anytime, but something tells me this…situation—” he flicked his gaze to Logan for a quick second, “—is a one-time deal, yes?”

  Heat flowed through Bethany’s cheeks and she let out a ragged laugh, the sound tormented even to her ears. “Umm…”

  Curtis laughed. “It’s all good. In fact, it’s the way I want it to be. Seriously.”

  With another wink and a nod at Logan, he climbed from the bed and walked to the door, pausing at the threshold. “It’s about fucking time someone apart from me loved the nerd, right?”

  And before Bethany could answer, he grinned at them both and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

  Leaving Bethany and Logan alone.

  She turned back to Logan, the thick presence of his spent length still embedded in her sex a wonderful sensation she realized she never wanted to go without. “So…” she said, stupidly nervous. Nervous. Her. Bethany Sloan. Nervous. Man, love could really mess with a rational girl’s head. “About that word…the…L word…”

  “I’ve got another nerd joke for you,” he said, cupping the side of her face with a gentle, steady hand.

  She swallowed, her heart too rapid and thumpy and…and…rapid. A joke? He wanted to tell her a joke? Now? “What’s that?” she croaked.

  “Girl, is your name Google?” He traced his thumb over the line of her bottom lip, his gaze following its path, the edges of his lips twitching. “Because you have everything I’ve been searching for.”

  He looked into her eyes again and smiled. That shy smile she’d fallen in love with from the very second she met him. That smile that said he wanted to be everything she needed if only she’d give him a chance. “That means I love you, Bethany Sloan,” he translated. As if she needed it.

  Unable to contain herself, she grinned at him, threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled his head closer to hers. “Logan Hill, I love you too. You’ve stolen the ASCII SHA-3 hash to my heart.”

  He burst out laughing, delight dancing in his eyes. “You’ve been researching computer jokes?”

  She nodded. “And after you kiss me senseless, you can tell me what the hell I just said.”

  A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he smoothed his hand around her waist and hauled her hard to his body. “I’m thinking more along the lines of after I fucked you senseless, if that’s okay? You’ve turned my floppy into a hard drive already.”

  Bethany groaned, sheer bliss and love pouring through her. “Oh God, Logan. I love you so much.”

  With a devilish giggle against his lips, she threw herself backward on the bed and took him with her.

  Which is exactly where she wanted him to be.

  Forever.

  The End

  About the 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 romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once. When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, an indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.

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  Book 1

 
; Jess Dee

  Two men, one woman and a whole menu of opportunities.

  Sunday Night Dinner Club, Book 1

  When Spencer Allen arranges an impromptu date with Chelsea Holden, the beautiful restaurant owner he’s lusted after for months, he discovers an unexpected obstacle in his quest for true love—his best mate.

  Levi Barret’s always been reluctant to give his heart to one woman, until Chelsea catches his attention. Now he’s finding it difficult to think of anyone else.

  Levi’s interest in Chelsea could spell the end of a lifelong friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship.

  Warning: Be sure to keep a safe distance from the oven. When things heat up in this kitchen, sparks are going to fly.

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  Party Of Three

  Copyright © 2014 Jess Dee

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  Dedicated to:

  Lex, RC and Sami, because you divas keep me both sane and happy, and I love you all madly.

  Chapter One

  Spencer Allen’s body tightened as he walked into Chelsea’s, leading him to causally button up his jacket. It would not do at all for the very lovely restaurant owner to witness his reaction to her proximity.