“What do you mean? I thought you said you didn’t mind my joining you two.”
“You know damn well I couldn’t say otherwise.”
“Why couldn’t you? I would have.”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Romeo.”
Sebastian shrugged. “Who’s playing dumb? Haven’t we had lunch together on numerous occasions?”
“Not with Chastity.”
“Okay, fine. What’s wrong with a little friendly competition?”
For a second, it looked like Jeremy wanted to deck him before his face relaxed into a smile. “You’re a son of a bitch.”
Sebastian laughed. “And don’t you forget it.”
“She’s going to see right through this new interest you have in her. You never gave two flying fucks about her before this sudden change.”
“Neither did you.”
“Okay, so we’re both bastards.”
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow and held out his hand. “May the better bastard win?” Even as they shook hands, Sebastian guaranteed himself the victory.
The three of them decided to have a meal at a small tavern not too far from the office instead of trekking all the way downtown to the Gallery Mall. When shown to a booth, Jeremy slid in next to Chastity and Sebastian took the seat directly across from her. That was fine with him. This way, he could face her, and she’d have no choice but to look at him as well. He wouldn’t allow her to ignore him, if he had any say in the matter.
The look of agitation on her pretty face told him that he was getting to her as well. Good. He wanted her to be as aware of him as he was of her.
“I think the Cobb salad looks good. Have you eaten here before, Jeremy?” she asked, turning to the blond. Sebastian knew exactly what Chastity was up to, but if she wanted to play games, she’d soon learn just how competitive he could be.
Fixing his gaze on his prey, he said, “Chastity, why don’t you try the Oysters Casino. A nice little aphrodisiac, don’t you think?”
She only spared him a brief glance before her eyes darted away again. She fluttered thick lashes at Jeremy as if he were some kind of rock star. “I’m not really in the mood for anything heavy. What do you think, Jeremy?”
“Hmm, I think I’ll have a hamburger and fries. Probably not the healthiest choice, but I’ll just have to hit the gym a little harder tonight.”
“I think I’m going to stick to the salad. My ass is big enough as it is.” She closed the menu with a sigh.
Jeremy grinned at her wolfishly. “At the risk of sounding like a lecher, I think your ass is just fine.”
Chastity giggled, dimples popping out. Before Sebastian realized what was going on, his lunch mates fell into a deep conversation, completely excluding him. His fury grew with each passing second. By the time the waitress took their orders, he was ready to strangle them both. He knew what Jeremy was up to, but what was up with Chastity’s cold shoulder act? No woman had ever treated him like this before and it was driving him bananas. He hated being ignored, especially when it was by someone he wanted so damn much.
Marc must face the biggest challenge of his life—convincing Liv Davis that he means to love her forever.
Chased
© 2007 Lauren Dane
Liv Davis had just about given up on her happily ever after. Burned by love more than once, she’s beginning to think Mr. Right wasn’t in the cards for her.
Marc Chase is a confirmed bachelor and lover of women—lots of them. He’s determined not to fall head over heels the way his brothers have. Until he kisses Olivia Davis and realizes head over heels may not be such a bad thing after all!
Can Liv open her scarred heart for this younger ladies man? She loves Marc more than she can begin to admit but she’s terrified of being rejected again. Marc faces a challenge greater than he’s ever faced before. Making a woman believe he’s more than just a great bedmate—making her believe he’s in it for good.
In the end it will all come down to two days in a hotel and a bet. Can they both win?
Book Three in the Chase Brothers Series
Enjoy the following excerpt for Chased:
Marc’s place smelled like his cologne and fresh fruit. She saw a set of hanging baskets filled with apples and peaches and knew that’s where the scent had come from. His living room windows were large and looked out over the street. It was nicely furnished with bookshelves on the walls and pictures of his family all around.
He kept surprising her and that made her uncomfortable. In the box marked unavailable bachelor for life, he was non-threatening because it wouldn’t pay to develop feelings for him. But in the box labeled guy way deeper than she’d thought who loved his family? That guy was dangerous to her well being.
“Now.” He flipped the lights off before lighting candles set all around the living room. “I’ll be right back.” He disappeared down the hall, returning after a few moments. “You look gorgeous with candlelight on your skin. I figured you would. Then again, I’ve yet to see you in a situation where you didn’t look gorgeous.”
His hands went to the tie at the right shoulder of her shirt and undid it, letting it fall forward. Her nipples, already hard at his presence, hardened even more at the cool air and the look on his face.
“Okay, let’s go down the hall before I take you here on the floor of my living room. I’ve already had you in a truck, I need to mind my manners now.”
She laughed and let him drag her down his hallway to his bedroom. A king sized bed dominated the space.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he murmured, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Her heart raced at the sight of him, tawny in the candlelight.
“God you’re beautiful.”
He stopped and cocked his head, smiling. “Thank you, sugar. I’ve got nothing on you.”
Her blouse lay around her waist and she removed it, laying it on the arm of a chair.
“Nothing on me.” She snorted. “Puhleeze. Look at yourself in that mirror there. You’re gorgeous. Hard and fit and muscular. I know you know you’re handsome, women fall over you all the time and you catch quite a few too.”
Chuckling, he unzipped her pants and shoved them down, letting her lean on him as she stepped out of them and her shoes.
“Good gracious.” He stalked around her, taking in every inch of her body. A body he’d helped her shape and strengthen. She’d never been ashamed of her nudity but she certainly felt a lot better about her overall tone and shape now that he’d kicked her ass for two and a half months.
“Now you. I want to see all of you.”
He stopped in front of her and slowly undid the buttons at the front of his jeans. Each pop of the seven buttons drew her nerves, and her nipples, tighter.
He shoved his jeans down and off his body, taking his socks off with them and then stood gloriously naked in front of her.
“Wow.” Her mouth dried up. Flat, hard stomach with an enchanting line of hair leading to his very healthy equipment. Listing to the left. She liked that, liked how it’d felt inside her. Right then it was very hard. “I do so love a man with such a good recovery time.”
He laughed but made no move to stop her as she took her time looking him over, taking in every inch of his body. Unable to stop herself, she skimmed her palms down his back and over his muscled ass. “This is even nicer unclothed.”
When she reached his front again, his eyes were a deep, dark green and a very naughty grin had taken residence on his lips. A thrill worked through her at the sight of that face. Shit, she totally should have started doing younger men years ago. Even as she thought it, she knew it was a lie. It wasn’t about his relative youth, it was about him.
“By the way? You’re not overcompensating. Not at all.”
Surprise overtook his features for a moment and he threw his head back to laugh. The floor swept out beneath her and she landed with a laugh on the bed, Marc looming over her.
“Did you like what you saw?”
“I like w
hat I see very much. I’d like it even more if you got busy with all those arms and legs, your mouth and hands and that verra fine cock you’ve got there.”
“On your hands and knees then. Face the other way. I want to fuck you from behind but this way I can see your face in the mirror. See you come with those beautiful cat eyes looking up at me so you don’t forget who’s bringing you such pleasure.”
Holy shit, the man was lethal with the talking. Who knew? Ugh, again with the surprises. He was like the ultimate Pandora’s box of naughty.
She moved quickly and he settled himself behind her. They were well matched height wise, his groin pressed against her ass and the back of her pussy.
But he didn’t plunge in. Instead he bent and licked the length of her spine until a soft squeal of surprised pleasure came from her.
“I don’t have any neighbors and the shoe store is closed. Feel free to make as much noise as you like.” The edge of his teeth found her hip, biting her gently. “I just want to eat you up.” He paused and met her eyes in the mirror. “Again.”
She moaned as shivers of delight broke over her. She looked back, under the line of her body, watching as he sheathed himself.
“Now then.” He pressed the head of his cock just inside her body and waited. One of his hands gripped her hip, keeping her from ramming herself back against him to take him inside. The other stole around her body and palmed a breast, moving to slowly tug and roll the nipple until she writhed as much as she could.
“Please!”
“Please what? Tell me what you want, Liv.”
“Fuck me. Please. Stop teasing me and fuck me.”
“My pleasure.” He slid deeply into her in one strong push before pulling out nearly all the way.
If Marc hadn’t already loved her, watching her as he fucked her would have sealed the deal. It took a lot of trust for a woman to let herself be taken from behind like that. More trust to tell a man what she wanted and then to receive it with utter erotic abandon.
Her breasts swayed as she moved back to meet his thrusts, soft sounds broke from her as he played with her incredibly sensitive nipples. She was wet and creamy and he’d never felt anything as good as being deep inside her. His fingertips found her clit again, coaxing her into another orgasm.
And when she came? Holy moley she looked absolutely luscious. Her face flushed, eyes glassy, lips wet from her tongue. He’d seen a lot of women orgasm, but this one was beyond compare.
He loved how easy it was to make her climax as well. Once when he’d gone down on her, another as he made love to her in the truck, a third time with his hands just moments before and now he’d have her do it herself.
Recipe for a Mimosa Night: Take a few libations to loosen inhibitions, mix them with meddling college friends, add in an innocent game of dice, and the result is a steamy cocktail of erotic desires.
Mimosa Night
© 2006 Nicole Austin and TK Winters
Since her husband’s military deployment, Reba has been plagued by dark, secret fantasies. Never before has she had such scandalously carnal needs—needs she can barely share with her husband, let alone anyone else. But her tenacious friends enlist the help of mysterious otherworld partners until she spills every spicy detail.
During an intimate reunion of college friends, three women share details of their own scorching real-life sexual experiences and the subsequent changes in their lives to help one friend find fulfillment. Things really start to sizzle, though, with an unexpected invitation, a mysterious delivery, and a once-in-a-lifetime offer Reba can’t refuse.
From cowboys and porn stars to floggers and psi vamps, these ladies sure know how to unleash their fantasies.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Mimosa Night:
She heard the murmur of conversation before her eyes picked out the men standing in the cool shadows of the barn. Jase, arms crossed over his broad chest, leaned against the rough wood of a stall. Zeb’s back rested on the hinged gate, one leg drawn up to brace the sole of his boot against the planks, muscular forearms draped across the top of the door. Katie felt as if all her senses went on high alert.
The musky, clean scent of cowboys mingled with the sweet hay lining the stalls was like an aphrodisiac racing through her bloodstream. Her womb clenched in response. There was an almost visceral feeling of testosterone rolling in heated waves from the two fine-looking cowboys to submerge her in desire.
As if aware of Katie on a deep, physical level, Jase turned toward her. He did nothing to hide his assessing gaze. Each place his gaze touched and lingered, her skin heated. When Zeb turned, letting his eyes roam over her sleek curves in silent perusal, the added intensity nearly melted her on the spot. All that masculine attention focused on her was somewhat disconcerting but oh-so-hot, causing her breath to catch, her heart to lodge in her throat.
Her nipples pebbled and she prayed her soft, button-down shirt was loose enough the men wouldn’t notice her reaction. There was no way to hide the musky scent of her arousal, though, she thought with a shiver of excitement. She was certain they smelled her heated desire from where they stood.
Damn, she’d never gotten this sopping wet before, and in such record time. Her pussy lips swelled, thick cream coated her folds, soaking into her silky panties. Oh yeah, she was ready for some action.
As if reading her mind, Jase asked, “You finally ready, sugar?”
Katie whimpered as her womb clenched in response to his deep velvet voice stroking over her skin. The serious looks on their faces made it difficult to tell if they were teasing, or if their words meant what she prayed they did. Her body was ripe and prepared for them.
She’d imagined having an encounter with more than one man at a time, but it had always been just a fantasy—this had the potential of becoming real. Very real.
The idea held definite appeal when faced with these two gorgeous cowboys. They were such a study in contrasts, and she imagined their lovemaking styles would contrast as well. One demanding all she could give, but the other? She wasn’t sure about Zeb. He seemed quiet and shy, but…but she absolutely had to find out, and this was it. If she wanted to live out her fantasy with these two men, now was the time to grab onto the opportunity with both hands and hold on for what was bound to be one wild ride.
Before she could untie her tongue, Zeb commented, “She sure looks ready, boss.”
“Yes. I’m ready.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but both men reacted to the husky, sensual sound by moving closer, crowding into her personal space. They both leaned in, their body language giving off a message rich with sexual desires Katie prayed she was reading correctly. Everything about them positively oozed sex.
She wanted them. Both of them. Right here. Right now. Vivid images of the two men pleasuring her at once had her breath coming in quick pants, her heart beating in a wild, discordant rhythm.
Zeb’s hand rose, fingers brushing over her cheek. “You look a little flushed, baby.” His soft blue eyes held both concern and desire.
Jase brushed his fingers over the row of buttons running from the waistband of her jeans to right above the swell of her breasts. “It’s kinda warm in here, isn’t it?” He teased the bare skin accessible through the opening, fingers gliding upward to linger over her rapidly beating pulse. “Maybe you should take some of these clothes off.”
All the soft shyness left Zeb as he pressed in close against her right side. The hard, heated ridge of his erection caressed her hip and Katie felt sure she’d go up in flames. When the steely length of Jase’s desire settled into the curve of her opposite hip, she began to tremble with anticipation.
These cowboys were big and hard all over. Yeehaw!
The two men continued moving forward, backing her up until she was held captive between the stall door and a wall of warm muscle. Each man gently grasped a slender arm, then large hands drew her arms to the side and forced her shoulders tight against the rough wood. With practiced ease, two cowboy boots—one scarred black,
the other scuffed brown—pushed between her feet, easing her legs apart. The move forced her back to arch and her breasts to press forward.
Jase’s warm hands slid down her body, stopping to cup and weigh one heavy breast, thumb rasping over her pebbled nipple.
At the same time, Zeb swooped in, his lips capturing hers. His hot, demanding mouth swallowed the sound of her gasp. His moist tongue teased at the seam of her lips until she opened for him and accepted a deeper mating of their mouths. Tongues twining and teasing, she took in his spicy, masculine flavor, imbibing the heady sensations. His free hand came up, fingers interlaced in her hair, tilting her head to the angle he desired. Once assured she would hold the position, he moved his hand to cup her other breast.
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