“I’ll take the cuffs off.” He ignored her question.
“Eric. What do you want to do?” Curiosity filled her. Why wouldn’t he answer her directly? What sort of game did he have in mind now?
“Can I show you? You can say no if it’s too much for you to handle.”
Now why did that feel like a dare? “What are you talking about, too much to handle?”
“What I have in mind is pretty…blatant.” The grin grew, strands of hair damp with sweat flopped over his forehead and he was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. “I don’t know if you’ll agree to it. But I have to give it a try.”
Oh, it was going to be really naughty, she just knew it. “If you want to do it, I’m game.”
He withdrew from her, pushed back so that he knelt between her legs and rubbed his hands together eagerly. “I knew you’d agree. You won’t regret it, baby. You can trust me on that one.”
She did. Trust him. “Only if you trust me back,” she said, her voice whisper soft.
“I do.” Leaning over her, he went to work on the velvet cuff that encased her left wrist, unsnapping it with ease. “I do, Stace. I trust you more than anyone. I trust you with my life. I trust you with my secrets and my shitty ways and my good ways. I’m working on making my shitty ways disappear but I need…I need your help with that.”
“All I want to do is help you. Be there for you. Be with you.” She watched him move, drinking him in as he took her freed wrist and rubbed the skin with gentle fingers, pressing an even gentler kiss to the inside of her wrist. “I love you, Eric.”
Whoops. She hadn’t meant for that to slip out.
He paused, her wrist still clutched within his tender grasp, his gaze locked with hers. He slowly lowered her arm and then went to work on the other one. Undoing the snaps sounded loud in the quiet of the room and he offered the same sweet treatment, rubbing out the ache, kissing her skin.
All the while he remained silent, as did she. All the air gathered in her lungs and throat, nearly choking her with the need to get it all out but she couldn’t. She could only wait, breathless, almost weak from wanting his response.
Finally, finally he hovered over her, his face in hers, his breath a soft breeze across her lips. He kissed her, his tongue danced with hers for the briefest, sweetest moment until he finally broke the contact and pressed his forehead against hers.
“I love you, too, Stace. I love you more than anything or anyone else in the world.”
She closed her eyes, smiling as peaceful relief washed over her.
He loved her. Eric loved her.
Life couldn’t get much better.
Chapter Eleven
“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”
“You like it, my horny little love.” Eric smiled, enjoying his free use of the word love in reference to Stacy.
His smile grew as he glanced out the sliding glass door to see their audience of one had actually stripped himself of his clothing. He still sat on the edge of his bed, a fleeting glimpse of his erect cock flashing. Hidden mostly by his fisted hand, for the man had begun to stroke himself with abandon.
Sick fuck. They were even sicker fucks for putting on this show. For his neighbor, for God’s sake. A man they could both run into in the parking lot or in front of the long rows of mailboxes. How uncomfortable did that have the potential to be?
Ah hell, he couldn’t worry about it now. They were far past the point of no return. The man was naked and masturbating. Eric was standing naked in front of the window alongside Stacy who he was just about to get into position.
A position that would most certainly titillate their neighbor—as well as himself.
“Okay, I need you to press yourself against the glass.”
Stacy cast him a wary glance as she stepped closer to the door, her breasts brushing against the glass. She gasped and jumped back. “It’s cold.”
“Do it, baby. For our neighbor.” He flicked his head in the man’s direction.
Nibbling on her lower lip, she stepped closer, pressed her breasts fully against the glass. Eric stepped in behind her and grabbed her wrists, lifting her arms high and pinning them to the door. Her hands splayed, fingers pressing against the cool glass as his grip tightened around her wrists.
He had her bound already once tonight. And he thought he might continue the theme.
Rubbing against her, his cock slid between the round cheeks of her sweet ass. He pushed against her, closed his eyes when he felt the warm, alluring heat of her pussy so close to the head of his cock. “You want me, don’t you?”
She nodded and thrust her ass out, causing him to slide further, closer to her wet, welcoming sex. “He’s watching us. He’s spread his legs, and he’s letting me see his cock.”
She stumbled over the last word and he couldn’t help but smile. She was so sweetly innocent and raunchy all at once. “You like looking at his cock while I feed you my cock?”
“Eric.” Her voice trembled, her hands braced more firmly against the giant glass window. “Please.”
“Do you want me inside you? Or do you want to suck on this first?” He thrust against her again, letting her feel just how hard and heavy he was for her. He could’ve come earlier when he pounded himself deep inside her tight body but he’d restrained himself. Wanting to make it last.
Wanting to drive the both of them crazy.
A weak little noise escaped her, not quite an answer but not quite a protest either.
“Turn around.” He grabbed her shoulders and whirled her around, watched the tantalizing swing of her breasts as she did so. Her nipples were rock hard, irresistible and he reached out, pinching them both between his thumbs and index fingers before his hands dropped away from her. “Get on your knees.”
She did so without complaint, her hands immediately grasping his hips and bringing him closer to her parted lips. She licked at the very tip of him, a slow, tantalizing drag of her tongue that nearly unhinged him where he stood. Having her submissive in front of him, doing his bidding with no protest and all the while his neighbor watched, it was too much.
Just too damned much.
Stacy was beautiful, her hair wild, sucking him with unabashed pleasure. She slid him deep inside her mouth, her tongue lashing, lips slurping noisily as she moaned around his shaft. He plowed his fingers into her hair, gripped either side of her head as he began to thrust. Deeper, deeper still, fucking her mouth, groaning with every drag of her lips until he felt the familiar buildup, knew without a doubt he was close.
“Not like this,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, his breathing erratic. He tugged on her hair and drew her off him and she gazed up at him with confusion etched all over her face. “I want to be inside you. Stand up. Turn around.”
She got to her feet and turned, offering her lush backside to him. Without his order, as if she read his mind she placed her splayed hands on the cool sliding glass door and bent over. Offering him a view of her wet, pink folds.
“Fuck.” He went to his bedside table and withdrew a condom, sheathing himself with lightning movements. Rushing back to her, he took a hold of her slender waist, ran his free hand across her silky smooth ass, earning a shiver out of her. He wanted to tease, wanted to watch her jump out of her skin and he dragged his index finger down the shadowy crack of her ass lightly, tickling her, making her giggle and squirm.
Without warning he lifted his hand away and gave her a resounding, hard smack across one pretty plump cheek.
“Ouch!” She jumped and he watched in satisfaction as her skin reddened from his palm. He couldn’t remember the last time he gave anyone a little swat on the ass.
“Tell me that didn’t just make you wetter,” he murmured, bending over her, his front pressed against her back. Their bodies were sweaty, their skin stuck together for the briefest moment, binding them. “Tell me you didn’t like it, and I’ll never do it again.”
She was silent but for the low whimper that escaped her as she rubbed wantonly against him
. Her ass brushed his cock, and he slid inside her easily. Fully, balls deep.
Damn, she was wet. Their mingled groans filled the room, and he glanced out the window. Saw that his mysterious neighbor watched them. His mouth slack, his eyes like slits as he continued to stroke himself in time with Eric’s strokes inside Stacy’s willing body.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” she said on a moan, her head bent low, all attention to their watcher long forgotten, at least on her part. She was too wrapped up in the incessant fucking, the meeting and connection of their bodies. He thrust harder, faster, his hands gripping her hips so tight surely he’d leave a mark.
He found at the moment, he really didn’t fucking care. Hell, he could almost get off on the thought of leaving a mark, of marring her skin, marking his territory, letting everyone know that she belonged to him. She was his.
Mine.
The single word ran rampant through his brain.
Mine, mine, mine.
She was his. She would belong to no other, just him. Always him. She’d admitted her love for him, the sweetest, most poignant words ever spoken and he’d confessed his love for her in return.
Mine.
They were together. They belonged together. For better or worse and it didn’t matter one good goddamn if he sounded like he just recited wedding vows, he was that gone over her. The mere thought of marrying her, making her his in a permanent and legal way sent a warm, exciting tremor rumbling throughout his body.
“You belong to me,” he muttered as he fucked her relentlessly, the sound of their connecting bodies loud and juicy. Arousing and delicious. She was so wet, so stuffed full of him and he knew she was close. Could tell by the tempo of her breathing, the clenching and tightening of her body.
“Yes,” she panted, out of breath, gasping for air. “I belong to you.”
“No one else.” He thrust hard, making her cry out. “Not ever.”
“Only you, Eric. Only you.” The last word keened as she climaxed, her entire body shuddering. Her inner muscles clamped tight around his shaft, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing until he had no choice but to come.
Which he did. With a loud, resounding roar of approval. His entire body shook with his release, it felt as if his cock would never stop spurting come and then finally, finally it was over.
As was their performance. It was good while it lasted but damn it, now he wanted Stacy all to himself.
Eric took her into his arms. Just lifted her as if she weighed nothing and hauled her to the bed, gently setting her down. She watched in exhausted splendor as he went to the sliding glass door and saluted his neighbor with a jaunty wave of his hand and tip of his head, then jerked the curtains shut. With a giggle, she pulled the cool sheet up, covering herself and he frowned when he noticed, shaking his head.
“I’m cold,” she said in explanation.
“I’ll come and warm you up.” The wicked smile that followed his statement meant he would no doubt warm her up and then some.
Not that she minded.
He went to the bed and lay down next to her, drawing her close. She went willingly, snuggling against his chest, breathing deep his familiar fragrance, a mixture of his cologne, soap and a hint of sweat. His chest was still damp, his body relaxed and loose though she swore she caught a glimpse of his rising cock when she glanced down.
As if he might be ready for action again—and soon.
Unbelievable. The man was insatiable.
“I think we have a new fan,” Eric said with a chuckle, drawing his fingers down her arm.
She shivered at the light touch and giggled. “I’m sure.” Immediately she sobered and glanced up at him. “You must think I’m a complete slut.”
“No.” He pulled her closer and dropped a kiss to her forehead. “I think you’re perfect.”
“I am far from perfect.” She shook her head and practically snorted.
Eric slipped his fingers beneath her chin and tilted her head up so their gazes met. His expression was serious, intent as he looked into her eyes. “Hey.” His voice was soft yet firm. “Don’t insult the woman I love.”
She sighed with pure happiness. Would she ever grow tired of hearing him say that?
Probably not.
About the Author
After leaving the crazy working world to become a stay-at-home mom, Karen realized she needed to get crackin’ and pursue her lifelong dream of being a published writer. A busy mother of three, she fits her precious writing time in between chasing her children, hanging out with her wonderful husband and pretending she has a maid. She lives in California.
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Scandalous
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Playing with Fire, Book 3
A teenage crush on her big brother’s boyfriend. It was one of the few times in her spoiled-little-sister life that Alexa had to swallow the word “no”. She got over it, or she thought she had—until her brother’s wedding brings Eric back into her life, as flirty and fun as ever. It never mattered to her that he’s gay. Attraction is attraction.
One illicit kiss, and their reconnection blows her mind and rekindles girlish hopes. Then he sets her away from him and runs like hell.
Eric can’t believe that a woman’s touch arouses him. Not just any woman, but sweet Alexa, and he can’t help but want more. Desperate to come clean, he confesses all to his steady boyfriend, Brandon, expecting anger. But Brandon’s intrigued. He wants to meet the woman who’s tied Eric up in knots. With luck, maybe she’ll relight the spark between them.
Alexa may have lost her chance with Eric, but the consolation prize—a fling with him and Brandon, is too tempting to resist. She never expected to love both men, or to secretly yearn to belong to the one who commands her body like no other…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Scandalous:
Alexa went still at Brandon’s seemingly innocent words. Well it was his tone that was innocent—his words were anything but.
“Then what would you say if I told you that you could have sex with Eric, but I’m part of the bargain. Would you be interested?”
She accepted their invitation for drinks and ended up getting propositioned within minutes of arriving? What the hell?
And what the hell was wrong with her that she was actually considering it?
“You don’t have to answer that,” Eric said, reaching across the table to give her hand a gentle squeeze. His expression was full of both understanding and worry, and she wondered if he even knew his boyfriend had been going to mention something like this.
Her gaze drifted back to Brandon and noted the tension in his firm jaw, the rigid line of his impossibly broad shoulders. The guy was a regular Adonis. She bet if she stripped him naked he would be male perfection personified. And his face…no wonder Eric fell for him. It was a thing of pure masculine beauty with the most gorgeous set of lips she’d ever seen on a man.
The thought of those lips wandering over her skin, kissing her mouth, sucking on her nipples, sent a rush of tingles cascading throughout her body.
“I’ll answer it,” she finally said, once she recovered her voice. “Is that why you guys invited me out tonight? To see if you could get in my pants?”
“Of course not,” Eric said at the same time Brandon offered a simple “yes”.
The two men glared at each other, and she had the insane urge to giggle uncontrollab
ly.
“I have a tendency to believe Brandon over you, Eric,” she said, her voice soft, her breath lodged in her throat as she waited for their reply.
Eric sighed and shook his head. “Fine. It was his idea. He became interested when I told him I kissed you and became…aroused.”
A little thrill filled her at the thought that their outrageous kiss had caused the same reaction within Eric as it had for her. “I told you it was intense.”
“It was,” Eric admitted, his gaze skittering in Brandon’s direction.
Brandon didn’t seem bothered by his admission in the least. “He’s never been interested in a woman before. Not like he’s interested in you, Alexa. And that interests me.”
She finally couldn’t contain it any longer; she laughed. Laughed and laughed even as the server brought over their plate of appetizers. Her hunger was long forgotten as she considered this odd situation she found herself in.
Months of the single life and she’d been okay with it. She hadn’t found anyone who interested her and that had been fine. She had her vibrator when the urge for an orgasm came over her. She viewed it as stress relief more than anything.
But now she had not just one but two gorgeous guys interested in her. Two gay guys who…what? Wanted to include her in their kinky sex games? Did they both want to fuck her at the same time? Were they exhibitionists and wanted to fuck each other while she watched?
Her pussy grew wet at the thought. These two gorgeous men, naked bodies entwined, mouths wrapped around each other’s cocks. Brandon sinking his cock inside Eric’s body and both of them moaning…
Her cheeks flamed, and she took another much-needed drink. “So you want to fuck me.”
Eric nearly spit out the potato skin he’d been munching on. “Jesus, Lex.”
“I want to get to know you first,” Brandon said quietly as he watched her carefully. Damn if she didn’t want to squirm. “I think something could—happen if we let it.”
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