by Cari Quinn
“Am I? Hmm.” She tilted her head and Colt knew he was in the best kind of trouble. “On your knees, cowboy.”
He got down on his knees, not knowing which of his lovers he’d get to pleasure first. Ready to go either way.
“You, sit here, legs apart,” she said to Drake, patting the spot Colt had been in. She perched near the pillows and smiled. “You know what to do, Mr. Bennett.”
Damn, she sure knew how to rev his motor.
He grasped Drake’s cock and slipped his lips over the tip, swallowing the salty taste of his best friend he’d come to crave. He gripped Drake’s shaft hard, so hard his knuckles whitened and Drake’s hands clamped on the edge of the bed.
This was always his favorite part, that moment before he slid his mouth all the way down his cock or slipped his tongue fully into Paige’s pussy. The tension in them echoed into his own body, connecting them like a wire that couldn’t be broken.
He lowered his head, taking Drake deep in one pass. Not stopping until his nose brushed the dense thatch of hair at the base and Drake loosened his hold on the bed to grab a fistful of Colt’s hair.
Drake hissed. “Fuck, you bastard.”
Mouth full of his best friend, Colt only pulled on him harder. He reached between Drake’s legs, using a softer touch there to keep him off balance.
He glanced up when Paige moved behind Drake, no longer content to merely watch. She ran her hands up and down his chest and pressed her breasts into his back. Sharp white teeth bit down on his earlobe. “How’s that feel, sugar?”
Every now and then a Southernism would sneak in when Paige was especially turned on. Colt lived for those moments.
“It feels like I want to come,” he rasped.
Paige slid her hands lower, reaching down until she could encircle Drake’s cock. She pumped while Colt sucked. She scraped the nails of her free hand over Colt’s shoulder, giving him just enough sensation that his own cock twitched and strained against the side of the bed.
And then Paige was drawing him back, making that little noise in her throat that drove him nuts. “Enough. Gotta save some for me.”
Drake blew out a breath. “Damn. You called time at the very last second.”
She smiled in that utterly feminine way of hers. “I know my boys.” She looked between them. “So who’s on top? I know I’m the filling.”
“You so are.” Colt laid down on the bed and patted his stomach. “C’mon and ride me, sweetheart. I need that pussy.”
She straddled him and sank down, throwing back her head as she took him all the way in. There was no easing into sex with them. It was fast, hard and desperate, every damn time.
“So frigging hot.” Drake reached around her to rub her clit, his fingers disappearing between her folds and skimming Colt’s cock in the process. “Drenching him already.”
“Watching you together is so…” She trailed off and reached up to cup her breasts. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping,” Drake said as Colt lifted his hips and hit the spot she needed. He knew her body so well now—what prolonged her enjoyment, what tipped her over.
Right now, he wanted her to fly.
Drake’s fingers blurred over her swollen flesh, his silver ring catching the overhead light. She cried out, her walls clenching Colt from deep inside. Her frenetic spasms nearly did him in, and he only held on by gripping her flailing hips and doing timetables in his head.
Six times eight is forty-eight.
“Beautiful. Every time is more beautiful than the last.”
Slumped over Colt, she panted into his neck. He wasn’t sure if she heard the slide of the drawer being opened beside the bed, but he sure did.
A moment later, Drake was back. “Gonna be a bit cool.”
She nodded, still wrapped around Colt. They’d each taken her ass before, so she knew this part of the routine. Getting both of them at once would be new.
So new for all of them.
Drake shifted closer, his fingers delving inside Paige’s tight pucker to ready her. Colt had to go back to his timetables.
Six times nine is sixty-fucking-nine.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
“Mmm-hmm. Please, just wanna fuck.”
Colt stroked her hair and exchanged a look with Drake. Yeah, this woman had been built for them, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her flame-red hair.
“You got it. I’m coming in now.”
She whimpered at the feel of Drake penetrating her. Colt knew what having Drake there felt like—the pinch of pain, the overwhelming fullness. But she was taking it like a trooper, biting her lip, her eyes half closed.
Until he slid deep enough to slid all along the length of Colt’s cock, separated by only that thin membrane. Then it became a challenge which one of them groaned the loudest.
“No room. No room,” she whispered, twisting on top of Colt and nearly causing him to thrust in spite of his every attempt not to.
“Hang on, baby.” Drake rubbed her back. “Almost there. Okay? You okay?”
“Yes.”
Colt knew when he’d made it all the way in just from Paige’s eyes. They began to fill.
“Hey, hey. Easy.” Colt brushed at her cheeks, his chest tightening at the wetness he found. “We can stop this. Do it another time or not at all.”
“I want to.” She bucked her hips and the men gasped. “Feels so good. Full. Fill me up.”
“You sure?” Drake asked, worry thick in the question.
“It’s good.” She pulled herself up just a bit and scraped her nails low on Colt’s belly. “Please. Move.”
Drake took her cue, pulling out as Colt slowly did the same. Then Drake inched back in, letting her adjust before he withdrew and Colt took over, surging upward in a long, slow stroke. They fell into a rhythm, alternating thrusts and retreats. And she stayed with them all the while, taking what they gave and giving every bit of it back.
The friction was exquisite. She was so snug and wet, her pleasure written all over her features. Knowing Drake was right there, feeling the same thing they both did...it was just too much.
“Jesus, I’m gonna come,” Colt warned them all too soon.
That was all he managed to say before the flood inside him broke loose. He buried his groan in her hair, clutching her to him as the pleasure wrung him dry.
Drake followed soon after, his hips heaving into her as she cried out and gripped Colt’s arms, her nails digging into him from the force of Drake’s thrusts.
She was the last to go over, her body buffeted by theirs, slick skin sliding together as she rocked her hips and chased her orgasm. She found it with a cry that exploded into Colt’s mouth, her release soaking his dick and nearly making him hard all over again.
“So sweet, darlin’.” He kissed her damp hair and caressed her hip, bringing her down from the peak. “You took us like a champ.”
“Freaking amazing.” Drake leaned forward and kissed Paige’s shoulder, then turned her head to brush a kiss over Colt’s mouth. “I might just keep you both.”
“Hell yeah you will,” Colt growled, lips twitching.
“Me too,” Paige mumbled, still sprawled between them. “But no horse riding until at least next…year.”
They all laughed.
Want to read how Wade and Charlene got together? Then be sure to check out GOING LONG, available now. And in 2016, watch for Rafe and Hollie’s story, GOING HARD.
Also available now, the other two Boys of Fall books, which happen concurrently with GOING DEEP—RED ZONE by Mari Carr and ILLEGAL MOTION by Erin Nicholas. The books can be read in any order. Be sure to read on for excerpts of both RED ZONE and ILLEGAL MOTION!
The Boys of Fall Series
INTRODUCING THE BOYS OF FALL SERIES
In Quinn, Texas, the temperature isn’t all that’s heating up…coming home has never been so hot!
Coach Nicholas Carr was the greatest high school football coach the sleepy little to
wn of Quinn, Texas had ever seen. He led his boys to the state championships year after year. However, only once did the Quinn Titans ever bring home the state title. Quinn locals still insist that high school team was the greatest Texas ever had or ever would see. The exceptional group of athletes went on to do incredible things, bolstered by the qualities their cherished coach had instilled in them.
But when a retired Coach Carr suffers a heart attack and risks losing his beloved family ranch, his boys return home, anxious to give back to the man who’d been like a father to all of them.
Little did they know that returning to Quinn meant they’d fall in love—and into bed with strong, sexy women that are their match in every way. Home is definitely where the heart is, and so is the shower, and the wall, and the kitchen table…
Warning: Keep a glass of cold ice water handy to avoid sudden heatstroke—and a change of panties never hurts either.
part 1
GOING LONG
FREE AGENT
OUT OF BOUNDS
part 2
GOING DEEP
RED ZONE
ILLEGAL MOTION
Red Zone - Mari Carr
Boys of Fall - book 2
She allowed Oakley to take her hand and lead her to the taxi as Joel pressed his palm against her lower back. She caught more than a few sideways glances from people as the three of them left together. God only knew what everyone was thinking.
Actually, Sadie had a pretty good notion what they thought. As she climbed into the cab—Joel and Oakley doing exactly as she’d expected as they trapped her in the middle—she wondered if the dirty-minded people didn’t have a great idea.
Oakley kept hold of her hand, his fingers absentmindedly toying with her rings. Joel leaned closer, his arm draping around her along the backseat. Sadie gave the driver her address, though it was hard to speak with a dry mouth.
They hadn’t been in the cab more than two minutes before the darkness of the night wrapped them up in a cocoon that wasn’t lost on the guys.
Joel’s fingers began to stroke the nape of her neck—dear God, that was one of her favorite erogenous zones—as Oakley’s hand released hers in favor of her knee.
“I like your dress,” Oakley murmured.
She’d wondered when she bought it if it was too short for a fall wedding, but had decided fuck it. She’d liked it because it showed off all the assets she felt like revealing perfectly. She hadn’t cared about the old biddies giving her the hairy eyeball as much as she’d wanted to find a lover for the night.
Instead, she’d snared the wrong two guys.
Or the right two.
Oakley’s hand drifted higher and, because she didn’t have an ounce of self-restraint, she parted her legs in silent invitation.
Neither man missed the movement. Joel turned toward her, his fingers gripping her neck more firmly as he leaned closer to kiss her cheek.
Her eyes drifted closed, savoring the heat from his breath as his lips lingered there, stroking the sensitive skin of her face.
Oakley didn’t hesitate to explore deeper between her legs, his fingers lightly grazing her panties. They were wet, a dead giveaway to her desires, but it wasn’t as if she was pushing them away or protesting. Instead, she slid her hips forward a bit more, making sure Oakley had even better access.
The smart cowboy never missed a beat. Oakley dipped his finger beneath her silky panties and found her clit almost instantly.
Sadie sucked in a loud gasp, then pressed her lips closed tightly. The cab driver’s gaze found hers in the rearview mirror. There was no way she could play off the fact she was currently the cream filling in a cowboy Oreo, so she just winked at the guy.
What the hell did she care what he thought?
She didn’t give two fucks about what she thought either. The champagne had done its job well.
Oakley applied some pressure to her clit and the world shrank down to just that tiny spot. Well, that one and the one Joel was currently sucking on her neck.
Sadie was in serious danger of spontaneously combusting when the cab pulled up to the curb outside her apartment.
Oh, hell no. She was about to tell the guy to circle the block a few times, but Joel spoke before she could make the suggestion.
“Thanks.” He handed the guy a twenty, told him to keep the change and then he got out, reaching to help her. When she heard a second door close, she realized Oakley had gotten out too.
The cab drove away, leaving her on the curb, hot and bothered and still not alone.
“Did the plan change? I thought the taxi was taking you guys to the ranch.”
Oakley chuckled. “Do you want us to call him back?”
She shook her head. “Fuck no.”
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Illegal Motion - Erin Nicholas
Boys of Fall - book 2
He crossed the space between them before he’d really thought about what he was doing. He grasped her by the upper arm and started for the door. She tripped along on her heels, trying to hold the front of the trench coat shut and keep up with his long strides at the same time.
The sound of someone clearing their throat, made him stop.
Belatedly, he remembered that there were two more people in the room.
He looked at Ken and Bridgett. “Do you want to press charges?”
They were both staring at Lacey and him with wide eyes.
Bridgett shook her head slowly. Ken said, “Uh, no, we’re good.”
Apparently they believed that Lacey was here to see Carter after all.
“Fine.”
He started for the door again, not trusting himself to look at Lacey when they were this close.
It was bad enough that he could smell her.
She smelled like jasmine.
She’d always smelled like jasmine.
He marched her through the Logans’ front door, down the steps, across the grass, and up the porch steps to his own front door.
He paused and dug for his keys, still holding her arm.
“Where are we—” she started.
He unlocked the door and shoved it open, nudging her through.
“Oh.”
“You almost got it right.” He was amazed that his voice sounded as calm as it did.
“Oops.”
He hit the switch on the wall, bathing the foyer in a soft light.
And finally looked at Lacey.
She gave him a small, wobbly smile.
Fuck.
He wanted her with every fiber of his being.
“What are you doing here?”
He realized he hadn’t let go of her yet, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it now either. He was only holding her arm and it wasn’t even skin to skin, but he hadn’t touched her in twelve months. Not even when they’d both been grieving Garrett. The last time he’d touched her had definitely been skin to skin and it had changed his life.
Yeah, he wasn’t quite up to letting her go just yet.
Then she licked her lips. And Carter realized not letting go of her was a huge error in judgement.
Everything in his body tightened and he had to consciously keep his hand from squeezing her arm too hard.
“I had to see you,” she said. Her voice wavered slightly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have surprised you.”
“Or my neighbors.”
She nodded. “Right.”
“So why did you? Why didn’t you call?”
They were standing too close. He was touching her, smelling her, feeling the warmth of her body reaching out to him.
He hadn’t been this close to her since that night. That night. The best, most horrible, most amazing, awful night of his life.
“I didn’t think you would want me to come,” she said softly. “I thought showing up without warning you was a better idea.”
“I don’t like surprises.” That was an understatement.
“But you won’t throw me out.”
Her voice wasn’t waveri
ng now. She wasn’t blushing now. She was meeting his eyes directly. Like she knew him.
And she did.
Because no, he wouldn’t throw her out. Or, more accurately, he couldn’t.
Not because he was a cop and his job was to serve and protect. Not because he was a nice guy—definitely not that. But because he was a selfish ass who wanted her more than he wanted his sanity.
Apparently.
He turned and pressed her back against the door and moved in until he could feel the length of her body against his.
“Say no if you’re going to say no,” he said gruffly.
Her breath caught, her pupils dilated and her lips parted.
“Lace. This is your last chance.”
But she didn’t say no.
She didn’t say yes.
What she said was much, much worse.
“Please, Carter.”
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Going Long - Cari Quinn
Book 1 - Boys of Fall
Prologue
The road stretched ahead of Wade Bennett, winding up into the mountains of Truxton, Tennessee. Endless miles of land surrounded him, offset by the bucolic farms tucked into the forest. Trees rose up around him like sheltering angels that dripped shade onto the sunbaked earth, offering snatches of respite from the sweltering heat.
He tipped back his coffee mug and took a long sip. June in the south meant sweet tea, and lots of it. It also meant sticking his elbow out the window and soaking up the summer breeze that barely cooled the sweat clinging to his skin.
Behind the wheel of his beat-up old pickup was his favorite place to be. With his dog Melody’s head in his lap and the radio blasting country music, he couldn’t think of one other spot on God’s green earth more perfect or right for him.
Well, just one. But that was more about the people than the place.
