Rock You Like a Hurricane: Stormy Weather, Book 1

by Lena Matthews

  “I promise you this.” His voice was soft, his breath warm as he lowered his lips to kiss right below her left ear—one of the many spots on her body he’d found that could turn her to mush when toyed with just right. “You won’t be cold for long, and you’ll never look at Christmas decorations the same way again.”

  With his lips on her neck once more and his hands on her hips, cold was the very last thing Nia felt. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access and surrendered to the moment, to the man and to the delicious tremors he sent through her body with the barest of his touches.

  “Sunshine.”

  Nia opened her eyes, drunkenly raised her head and peered at her husband. “Yes?”

  “Take off everything then sit here on the table.”

  There wasn’t even a need to reply. Nia obeyed while he watched with lust-filled eyes. Eric was quiet the entire time she undressed, silent but attentive. She felt his gaze heavy on her even when she bent over to slip off her shoes and step out of her pants and panties.

  When she was wearing nothing but her grandmother’s heirloom, silver-filigree, garnet-pendant necklace, she placed her hand on her hip and stood proudly in front of him. She was going for a sexy come-hither look, but the shiver she let out and the goose bumps that broke out all over her arms instantly ruined it. The only thing remotely sexy about her now was how her nipples were erect, but even that had more to do with the crisp air than their naughty game. “Waiting for you to warm me.”

  Eric picked her up and set her next to the box on the table. “You mean these dark berries didn’t come out to play just for me?” he asked as he ran his hands up and down her arms, giving a little warmth to her chilled limbs.

  “Traitorous bitches.”

  “I think I might have to teach them a lesson, but first.” Eric let her go and pulled a Santa hat out of the box. He dangled the red fabric with the white trim in the air and smiled in his devilish way.

  Chill forgotten, Nia was ready for the fun. “Oh, Santa, I’ve been a very naughty girl.”

  “I hope so, but it’s not for me.” To her surprise, Eric set the hat in her lap and reached up behind her with both hands to free her hair from her ponytail. He tossed the band over his shoulder as if it were of no importance then ran his fingers through her thick strands. When it was down on her shoulders, Eric picked up the hat from her lap and arranged it on her head. When it was situated just right, he took a step away to admire his work. “Perfect. You might make a Christmas lover out of me yet.”

  “I do what I can for the cause.”

  “Good. Do you trust me?”

  “Absolutely,” she answered without hesitation.

  Eric pulled roughly an arm’s length of wide silver ribbon off its spool, then took out a pair of scissors he’d found stored in the box. He turned the shears until the sharp part was pointing toward himself and handed them to Nia. “Cut right there.”

  It only took one snip to slice through the material, but when she was done, he took the scissors away and set them along with the remaining ribbon on the table next to her.

  “I’m going to blindfold you now.”

  “I—”

  “Do you trust me?” he asked again, just as patiently as he had the first time. They’d played trust games before, and Nia knew if she wanted to quit at any time, all she had to do was say so.

  “With my life.” Nia closed her eyes, but then promptly opened them to give Eric a warning glare. “But if I hear one click from a camera, you’re a dead man.”

  His lips twitched as if he were trying not to smile. “Duly noted.”

  Content, she closed her eyes again and held still as he used the ribbon to blindfold her. The thin material was in no way the correct size for something like this. If she wanted, Nia could very well blink her eyes a couple of times to move it about so she could see, but that would ruin the game. So instead she held still as he tied the ribbon behind her head, before covering the back of the satin material with the bottom of the Santa hat.

  “Now clasp your hands together behind your back.”

  “Looks as if someone is getting into the Christmas spirit after all,” she said as she did as he requested.

  “Oh yeah, I’m feeling all kinds of jolly.”

  Being unable to see, she tried her best to figure out what he was up to. She had a general idea that was confirmed when she heard the scissors cut through another piece of fabric. Then, as she’d expected, her hands were gathered behind her and tied together with what felt like ribbon.

  Nia wiggled her fingers and moved her wrists back and forth, testing the bonds, but they didn’t give. “Satisfied, Kinky Klause?”

  “Close.” The sharp sound of something being pulled across the floor startled her. She jerked and almost lost her balance, but as usual, Eric came to her rescue and helped her right herself.

  “Careful.”

  “I’d be more careful if I knew what was going on.”

  “Yeah.” The scraping sound grew closer. “But where’s the fun in that?”

  “What are you…?” Before she could finish her sentence, Eric lifted her leg then set her foot on what felt like one of the kitchen chairs. Her hearing, extra sensitive now that her sight was restricted, detected the nimble snip of the scissors.

  Frowning, she tried to figure out what he was up to, but before she could ask, Eric placed her leg against the back of the cool chair and then tied her ankle to it. As soon as he was done, he lifted her free foot and placed it in a similar fashion, securing her to a second chair.

  “Eric,” she whispered.

  “Shh…” Eric took hold of her hips and pulled her dangerously close to the edge of the table. Her feeling of vulnerability increased tenfold as he pushed the two chairs out a bit, forcing her legs to spread lewdly.

  Silence was something she could not do. Nia knew he was her husband and he’d seen parts of her body she’d never even seen, but this just seemed vulgar, for her to be spread open, exposed before him. “Eric…this is just…”

  “Just the beginning.”

  Sometimes you just have to come right out and ask the question.

  Best of Both Worlds

  © 2011 Liz Andrews

  After months of exploring his bisexuality on his own, college student Chase Randolph is ready for a night out on the town—all the way “out”. He never expected Alex Landry to witness his first experimental sexual encounter, though. Chase has been attracted to his best friend and roommate forever, but one thing is sure: Alex is straight. So straight, he’s never caught on to Chase’s mixed tastes.

  Alex assures Chase they will always be friends, but privately, his own reaction shocks him. An ex-jock isn’t supposed to fantasize about his roommate. Not supposed to need another man’s kiss so badly it makes him sweat. He was prepared to change direction after his football career ended before it began, but change this drastically?

  As Chase and Alex struggle to come to terms with the changes in their relationship, jealousy pushes friendship to the brink—of disaster…or love.

  Warning: No heaving bosoms here, just two gorgeous guys, lots of muscles and some closet doors banging wide open.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Best of Both Worlds:

  “Wha—” There was no way Chase could have heard correctly. Alex couldn’t have just declared he wanted to be fucked by Chase. Oh hell no. His friend was as straight as they came. And although he might want things to be different, that wasn’t going to change.

  The two men stared at each other, caught in the moment, frozen in time. Alex reacted first, turning and exiting the gazebo, his cane thumping on the wooden steps as he made his way down.

  “Alex, wait…” Finally moving, Chase followed his friend, but Alex continued to hobble across the yard as if he couldn’t hear him. “Damn it, we’ve been friends for too long for you to just leave like this.”

  Chase’s long strides were beginning to catch up to the other man, but just when he
thought he reached him, the French doors opened and Taylor walked out onto the patio. “Hey, Chase,” he called out, “what’s happening?”

  Ignoring the younger man, Chase grabbed Alex’s arm. “Damn it, Alex, stop and talk to me.” Alex shook him off and kept walking.

  “Everything okay here?” Taylor’s earlier jovial tone was now filled with concern.

  Chase watched with dismay as Alex reached the French doors and opened them to enter the house, never once turning around to look at Chase. “Yeah, fine, everything is just fine.”

  “No offense, man, but you are like the worst liar ever.”

  Chase reached up to pinch at the bridge of his nose in a lame attempt to fight off the headache he could feel beginning to throb in his temples. “My friend, he…” How did he explain that Alex had thrown him the biggest curve ball in his life? “We were arguing.”

  “Yeah, I kind of figured that one out.” Taylor snorted, walked over to a nearby seat and flopped onto the chaise lounge. “The dude looked majorly pissed, no doubt about it.”

  Chase walked over to the table and chairs next to the lounger and took a seat as well. “If anyone should be pissed it’s me. First he interrupts a private conversation, practically starts a fight, and then decides to drop a bombshell on me.”

  “Well, if the truth be told, I didn’t just come out here on a whim. Dmitri asked me to check on things after Alex said he was looking for you. When I ran into Oliver on my way out, well, I thought it might be prudent for there to be a third party around, just in case.”

  “Just in case what?”

  “No one would come back to our parties if they thought gay bashing was going on.”

  Chase shook his head. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. Alex isn’t prejudiced.”

  “Then what was that fight about? Because Oliver was pretty damned sure Alex wanted to take his head off.”

  Even to himself Chase found it hard to explain. How was he going to explain it to someone else? “Alex wasn’t happy I was out in the gazebo with Oliver. In fact…” He released a heavy sigh before continuing. “He was jealous.”

  Taylor cocked his head and quirked an eyebrow. “Jealous how, exactly?”

  That was the question of the hour. “At first I thought he didn’t appreciate the fact I was making new friends. But…”

  “But what?”

  “I made an offhand comment, and Alex said something that shocked the shit right out of me.”

  “He wants you as much as you want him.”

  For the second time that night Chase was stunned into silence.

  Taylor chuckled. “Oh, come on, it’s pretty obvious there’s some majorly suppressed sexual tension between the two of you. Besides, although I didn’t specifically notice it, Andre mentioned Alex had been watching your every move all night.”

  “I…” Chase’s mind was whirling. How was it possible he hadn’t noticed Alex’s attention? And after Alex’s comment in the gazebo, it suddenly shone a whole new light on their situation. Chase’s bedrock views were now skewed; he didn’t know what to believe anymore.

  “You look like you’ve been hit with a ton of bricks. Didn’t you know he was interested in you?”

  “Hell no, I didn’t know. He’s straight.” Chase continued to mouth what he’d always believed, even though the truth of the matter had been thrown back at him just moments before.

  Taylor chuckled and shook his head. “Dude, both you and I know better than anyone that you can’t dictate who you become attracted to. Maybe he didn’t know you were what he wanted until that option was off the table.”

  “That option was never on the table. We didn’t have that kind of relationship. We were truly just friends.”

  “Okay, first, you didn’t have that kind of relationship? Has something changed?” Chase flushed at Taylor’s instinctive observation, but didn’t answer as Taylor continued to speak. “And second, as far as being friends, haven’t you ever heard about friends who turn into lovers? Besides, you fell for him. Why is it so hard to believe he wouldn’t reciprocate?”

  Taylor’s words had Chase thinking about his relationship with Alex in a whole new light. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Jesus, I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. Alex has always been a good friend, but once I accepted I liked men as much as women, he was…well, someone I knew I was attracted to. But I also knew he would never return those feelings and I was okay with that.”

  “Never say never. Alex cares about you and it’s a lot more than pure friendship.”

  “I know,” Chase whispered. Alex’s confession had shocked the hell out of him, but it was obvious things had changed.

  “So, something did happen.”

  Chase nodded. “After Oliver left, we argued and then…Alex blurted out he wanted me.”

  “You need to talk to him.” Taylor sat up. “He’s probably totally confused right now—about a lot of things.”

  Confused—that explained how Chase was feeling as well. “I don’t know what to say to him.”

  “How about being honest with him, tell him how you feel.”

  “I always thought that would send him running immediately in the opposite direction.”

  “Guess you don’t need to worry about that anymore.” Taylor stood and stretched. “And now that I’ve done my Dr. Phil impression for the night, I think I’m going back into the party.”

  Chase stuck out his hand. “Thanks man. I appreciate the advice.”

  “No problem.” Taylor took his hand, but instead of shaking it, he pulled Chase into his embrace and gave him a quick hug before releasing him. “You want me to give your goodbyes to the guys?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Good luck, man.” Taylor walked through the French doors and back to the party.

  “Thanks.” Chase didn’t bother to follow him inside. Instead walked around the outside of the house to the front. It was time to confront Alex.

  It’s not the age. It’s the attitude—and a healthy dose of kink.

  Birthday Girl

  © 2012 Natasha Moore

  Paolo’s Playhouse, Book 3

  For Shannon, turning thirty means getting serious. Responsible. Old. She can’t help dreading the day she has to leave her spontaneous, crazy, young self-image behind. Then there are all those unfulfilled items on her to-do list, like that threesome she and her husband, Ty, used to fantasize about. It fell by the wayside, right along with their neglected bag of sex toys.

  Her birthday dinner starts out like any other…then her present arrives at the table. Marc, an old college friend, whose edgy persona tickles her in all the right places. And that’s not all. Ty’s reserved a room at Paolo’s Playhouse—for all three of them.

  By the time the playroom door closes behind them, Ty’s and Marc’s intimate touches and wicked whispers have roused her hormones to a fever pitch. But when kiss comes to nipple clamps, Shannon’s not sure she has the courage to step off the edge of fantasy and fall headlong into reality…

  Warning: Two sexy men focused on pleasing one lucky woman. Wild, anything-goes loving complete with toys your mother never wanted you to know about. You’re welcome!

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Birthday Girl:

  Was she really going to let Marc touch her the way she’d always dreamed about? Wouldn’t that be a betrayal to Tyler and their marriage? But this was Ty’s idea. Or rather, his gift to her because it had been her idea.

  She took another sip of champagne and listened to them talk about other friends. Who was doing what. Where they’d ended up. Who was married. Who wasn’t. She tried to pay attention to their conversation, but her mind kept wandering to what the evening might hold. She kept watching the men on either side of her. Tyler’s hand now roamed up her arm, the long strokes almost seemed to be meant to gentle her, to calm her. Could he tell she was reacting to Marc?

  But it wasn’t just Marc she was reacting to, of course. She’d been aroused by Tyler all evening, still was, always wou
ld be. But she was sandwiched between two incredible men, one light, one dark. One familiar, one a memory. Their musky scents mingled in the air surrounding her. The flickering candlelight shifted the shadows around them, making her feel even more unsettled. Her body began to tremble and she set the flute down on the table. No more champagne for her.

  “I’m afraid we’ve been ignoring this beautiful woman between us,” Marc said suddenly. His dark gaze ran over her and her nipples prickled again beneath the thin blouse. “I’m sorry, Shannon, this is your night.” He leaned toward her, placed his large, hot hand over hers. “I’ve been monopolizing Ty’s attention.”

  “Th-that’s all right,” she murmured. She glanced over at Tyler, guilt from her reaction heating her face. But how exactly was she supposed to react to a man who was going to be the other part of their threesome?

  “No, it’s inexcusable.” Marc scooted closer to her, his thigh almost touching hers. “With such a delightful woman between us, how could we think about anything else?” He didn’t lift his hand from hers, instead he turned her hand over and began to stroke her palm and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist as Tyler had been doing. As Ty continued to do on her other hand.

  Her skin was so sensitive, each stroke sent shivers rippling through her body and collecting between her legs. Her beaded nipples felt as if they were poking holes through her blouse. She couldn’t move as the two hot male bodies pressed in on either side of her, their hands smoothly moving from her wrists to bare shoulders and back down again.

  Tyler leaned in and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” He brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “We’re going to make this so good for you.”

  She was so hot. The heat from two large male bodies seeped into her. While her mind was still reeling with the ramifications of their hands on her, her body had no qualms enjoying every single stroke.

  Marc leaned forward to look into her eyes as he brushed her long brown hair away from her face. “It’s great to see you again, Shannon. Did you know I used to want to touch you like this? Do you know many times I almost did?”