Tequila Truth
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“Motherfucker.” Jon wanted to put his fist through a wall. Or better yet, Carter’s face. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell us?”
Chris drew back, one eyebrow raised high. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why would I?”
Damn. Why would she? They didn’t exactly have a relationship. Yet.
Starting right now, they did and he’d be goddamned if he let her junkie of a brother run roughshod over her again.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe so we could help?”
“I think I can handle my own brother.”
Jon snorted. “You handled him so well he ran you over to steal your money. How much did he get?”
“I don’t see how it’s any of your—”
“How much?”
“A hundred and twenty bucks.”
Feeling the muscle ticking along his jaw, he nodded once. “Do you think you’ve heard the last of him tonight?”
“I don’t know. What does it matter?”
“You matter,” Jon growled and leaned closer so she had no choice but to look him in the eye. “TJ and I are done waiting for you.” He saw the flash of heat flare in her eyes. Hell, he could smell the moisture pooling between her legs. She could deny it all she wanted, but her body craved what he and Teej could offer. “We’re not like your father or your brother and the only way you’ll see that is to let us close. Probably won’t be easy for you, but I can damn well guarantee it’ll be worth it.”
Her eyes widened, her nostrils flared with each inhalation, and the pulse at the base of her throat sped up. He wanted to lean in and lick it, to taste her and leave his mark. Not here though. He straightened. If his dick got any harder, he’d be popping out of his jeans. Wouldn’t that be something?
“I don’t”—she had to clear her throat—“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sex, Chris. Remember the conversation we were having earlier?” Aislinn butt in.
“Aislinn.” Chris’s hissed reprimand made Jon laugh out loud. Oh God the woman was priceless. He’d wondered what they’d been talking about when she’d yelled out across the bar.
“What?” Aislinn said innocently. “I’m just getting you back for a little incident that happened at work a couple of months ago. Remember there was something about a feather duster?”
“That was your fault. You’re the one who asked Kyle if he had a duster but didn’t expound on what kind, or that we’d been imagining them wearing dusters, cowboy hats and nothing el—Oh my God.” Chris’s eyes closed. “Please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.”
How far does she have to go to get his attention? Another girl’s arms?
Love Me
© 2008 Kelly Jamieson
Melina Wenham is worried and frustrated. Lately, her boyfriend of six months seems to have lost interest in her. Yes, she knows he’s stressed about his big project at work, but jeez, it seems like he’d rather go solo than have sex with her. Sexy lingerie, a Brazilian…nothing seems to get his attention.
Gavin’s frustrated too. He’s under enough pressure at work, without feeling more from Melina every time he gets home.
Another night, another party, and Gavin is off talking to the boys. Feeling ignored yet again, Melina confides her troubles to an acquaintance, Abby, who suggests shaking him up by flirting with another guy. Hmm. Not a bad idea, except there are no flirt-worthy guys at this party.
Then Abby suggests a different tack—flirt with her.
Could a little girl-on-girl tango be the match that reignites romance with Gavin? There’s only one way to find out…
Warning: Hot girl on girl scene!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Love Me:
Gavin stared in stunned incredulity at the two women on the bed.
Melina was laying there with Kylie’s cousin, both of them naked from the waist up, jean-clad legs twined around each other, kissing like crazy in a heated clinch. Holy fucking shit. Melina and Abby wrenched apart at his words and stared back at him.
His cock hardened painfully in his jeans and he almost put a hand down to it. “Jesus,” he muttered. He shook his head, but couldn’t drag his eyes away from the scene on the bed. Melina’s long blonde hair was mussed and her eye makeup was smudged under her big eyes, round with apprehension. Abby’s hair, too, was just-out-of-bed tousled, both their lips shiny and swollen. He almost groaned aloud.
He should be pissed off, he supposed. After all, Melina was cheating on him. With another woman. But he was so fucking turned on he could have drilled wood with his dick.
“Gavin,” Melina said. Uh, yeah, that was him. Her eyes flicked nervously to Abby. “Um…”
Nobody seemed to know what to say and the silence in the room dragged on painfully. Then Gavin became aware of voices in the hall and he shoved the bedroom door shut behind him, plunging them back into darkness. His eyes had to adjust to the dim lighting and he took a step toward the bed.
“Melina, what are you doing?” he asked again, his voice gritty like sand. What a goddamn stupid question that was. It was pretty clear what she was doing.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, moving out of Abby’s embrace, and strangely, covering her breasts with her arms. Christ, they lived together. He’d seen her gorgeous tits a million times. He watched her swallow hard, lick her lips.
“This is all my fault,” Abby said, sitting up, but not making any move to cover her chest. Gavin tried, he really did, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from flicking over her torso. In the back of his mind, “small but nice” registered vaguely. He jerked his eyes back to Melina’s face. “It’s kind of a funny story.”
He lifted a brow and looked at Abby, forcing himself to look no lower than her chin. “Oh yeah?” If she’d been a guy, he’d be hauling her ass off that bed and shoving his fist into her nose. He blinked, waited.
Abby grinned. “Melina and I were talking and she was telling me how she’s been feeling lately and I had the idea that she should try to make you a little jealous. Just to…you know…make you realize what a hot, gorgeous chick she is.”
He blinked again. “I know what a hot, gorgeous chick she is,” he protested. Wait a minute. He looked at Melina. “You were trying to make me jealous?” Both brows shot up.
She nodded, looking embarrassed, miserable, absolutely adorable and utterly fuckable. He adjusted his stance to accommodate the hard-on growing in his pants. “There were no guys around to flirt with.”
“So I volunteered,” Abby said cheerfully.
“Hold on,” Gavin ground out. “This is not flirting.” He threw a hand out toward them. “This is way past flirting.”
“Things got a little…uh…carried way,” Melina said in a small voice.
Gavin gave his head a shake in an attempt to clear it. It didn’t work. “I…” He stopped. “You…Melina.”
“I know.” She pulled her bottom lip in. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey,” Abby said softly. “You know what, Mel?” She glanced sideways at Gavin. “I don’t think Gavin’s mad. I think he’s turned on.”
He scowled and willed his hard-on to go away. It didn’t. Melina stared at him, Abby smiled. “So?” he growled.
“So,” Abby said, tipping her head. “Why don’t you join us?”
His eyes almost fell out of his head. “You must be joking.”
She shook her head, still smiling, eyes sparkling. “Melina was being very um…brave and…adventurous. Maybe you should, too.”
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