“Oh yes!” she cried out as I teased and nibbled on her while Kai rode her.
I kissed her in midmoan and tasted the lust. I saw her stomach muscles twitch and recognized the signs. Her orgasm was coming. I reached down and gently rubbed her clit to the rhythm of Kai’s thrusts.
“Oh my g—” The words caught in her throat and her back arched, nearly knocking me over as she climaxed.
Kai pulled out of her, kissing the insides of her legs, which he had been holding.
“What happened?” Brynn said, looking down at Kai’s flaccid penis. “Did I break him? What’s that white stuff?”
I started to laugh, but stopped when I saw the horror on her face. Kai just looked amused.
“Sweetie, don’t worry about it.” I climbed behind Brynn and wrapped my arms around her. “I had the same reaction the first time he orgasmed. The designers took great pains to simulate an actual human male. When he is not excited or if he has just had an orgasm, his penis is soft. When you are having sex, or if he is excited, his penis is hard. The white stuff is ejaculate. It’s how ancient men sent got their sperm inside a woman to make a baby. Unfortunately, his ejaculate is, as he tells me, just an organic protein.”
“Okay, that’s a little weird,” Brynn said. Her body relaxed in my embrace.
I laughed. “I know, but you get used to it. I told you he was complicated.”
Kai, who had remained silent during this entire exchange, announced, “Your turn.” He pointed to me. “Which one of us do you want?”
“Can’t I have both?”
He laughed. “Well then, climb aboard.”
I released my hold on Brynn, laid her down on the bed and then straddled her. She smiled up at me. “Looks like he’s okay after all.”
Kai entered me from behind. I lost myself in the lovemaking. Hands caressed everywhere. I couldn’t tell which were whose. Brynn’s tongue filled my mouth and her hands massaged my breasts. Kai drove deeper and deeper inside me. The pleasure almost too much for my body, I felt like I was going to break apart. I collapsed on Brynn as the orgasm overtook me. Kai let out a yell as he too climaxed. The warmth filled me up as his ejaculate exploded into me.
The three of us lay spent on the bed. In my wildest imagination, I could never have foreseen this. This wasn’t just some sexual deviance or experimentation. I was in love with two people.
“I love you, Brynn,” I whispered and looked at Kai, who lazily ran his hand between my breasts and down my stomach. He smiled at me, and I knew. “We both love you.”
Tears began streaming down Brynn’s face.
“Why are you crying, sweetie?” I asked, kissing the salty drops from her face.
“Because I’ve never known love like this, for anyone or from anyone. It’s not the picture of a family I had in my head, but we’re definitely the family I always wanted.”
About the Author
Debbie Cairo lives in Chicago with her two dogs, Freddie and Spike. By day she plays with technology. At night she marries her first love, sci-fi, and her second love, romance. When she’s not writing them, she’s either reading or watching them.
In 2007 Debbie founded The Evanston Writers Workshop (www.evanstonwritersworkshop.org), a not-for-profit organization to help the writer. Since its inception, EWW has helped dozens of writers get published and has held three successful writers’ conferences.
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When every night is a battle for survival, love is an endangered species.
Night Whispers
© 2012 Alisha Rai
ShadowLands, Book 1
Analyst James Bennett has spent the years since humankind fell victim to the Illness living underground. Part of an elite group of survivors determined to save their race, his only interaction with the blood-drinking Shadows roaming the Earth is through surveillance technology carried by his team of search-and-rescue agents. Scarred by vicious events, he has no desire to leave the safety of his bunker for the dangerous world outside—until he recruits a tough, haunted young woman clear across the country.
Former gang member Jules Guerrero learned two things early on: the value of loyalty and never backing down from a fight. Both of those teachings come in handy now that her job description includes protecting humans and kicking Shadow ass. But it’s hard to keep her mind strictly on her mission when all she can think about is the man whose voice keeps her sane through the depths of each dark night.
When Jules is captured and threatened by a rogue organization even more bloodthirsty than the Shadows, James must draw on all of his courage to fuel a furious cross-country chase through the lawless land…before the Jules he loves is destroyed forever.
Warning: Contains a hero who would fight monsters for his love, a heroine out to save the world, a treacherous wasteland, poetry as foreplay and flesh-eating enemies.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Night Whispers:
“You’re not stupid. Not in the slightest.”
Her smile was without humor. “Yeah, okay.”
“You aren’t.” The certainty in his voice nearly convinced her.
“Please. I’d almost rather go running into certain danger than head home because I’d be less lonely. If that doesn’t make me stupid, what does it make me?” She regretted the bleating, overly introspective words as soon as she uttered them.
“Human. We’re social creatures, Jules.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, forget I said anything.”
“You know I’m always here. You don’t have to be lonely.”
So selfish: it wasn’t enough that he was on call around the clock for her, accessible at the touch of a button. She wanted to be able to reach out and tap him on the back whenever she needed him. Grab his arm. Run her fingers over his lips—
You need to stop those fantasies, kiddo. If there had been a hope in hell that he’d fall for her the way she had for him, she’d made it even slimmer tonight with all her bleating. “I know.”
“I didn’t know you were so unhappy.”
“I’m not.” Why would she be unhappy? She had food in her belly and a really fulfilling job. To be unhappy would be monumentally ungrateful. It wasn’t like she deserved anything more than what she had.
“Tell me what would make you happy.”
You. Someone of my own. “I am happy.”
“I’m not.”
She blinked.
“I should be,” he continued huskily. “But I’m not.”
“Why not?” He had everything. Family. Friends. Sure, they lived in a bunker, but at least he lived with them.
“For the same reason I guess anyone’s unhappy. Something’s missing.”
She drew her knees up to her chest. “Do you know what’s missing for you?”
He paused. “Yes.”
“What is it? Can’t you fix it?”
“Sometimes it’s easier to know what’s causing the void than to go about fixing it.”
He was absolutely right—those were two entirely different beasts.
She could, of course, tell him. Go past their constant flirtation and make it clear that somewhere along the line she’d developed feelings for her long-distance colleague.
Like a movie, she could see a split screen in her head of the two scenarios that would result: A) he would fall to her feet in worship or B) he would rebuff her. Gently, because that was his style. She wouldn’t lose him because he had no choice but to interact with her, but she’d lose this—these late-night conversations, the thrill of flirtation, his friendship.
The risk of B was too great to conquer the reward of A.
“I know exactly what you mean,” she murmured. It was still dark outside, and her internal clock told her there were hours to go before travel was safe. She lay back in her bed, unsure of what else to say to her handler.
She should hang up with him. But it felt nice to talk to him like this, in the dark, when the world was
so quiet and uncertain all around her. A chill ran through her, and she wished she had a blanket. She’d been tempted to grab a comforter from one of the rooms in the house she’d broken into. They’d felt like silk and hadn’t been too dusty. Since the owners of them had probably died or been turned, Jules felt skeevy about using the belongings she found in her temporary abodes, though occasionally needs won out.
A change of subject was called for. “You never told me what you dream about.”
“What’s that?”
“Quid pro quo, right? I show you mine, you show me yours? I more than showed you mine, güey.”
“Oh. Um. I was joking.”
“You shouldn’t throw out jokes unless you’re ready to back them up with action,” she teased. “Come on, now.”
“Nah. I don’t dream, not really.”
“Now who’s lying?”
“Lots of people forget their dreams,” he protested.
“Not you. You’re too detail oriented and aware of everything to shut yourself down at night.” No, there was something he didn’t particularly want to tell her. He was rattled, and like always, it tickled her. “Tell me. Is it unicorns? You dream about unicorns, right?”
“Yes. Unicorns. I love ’em. They prance through my sleep on cotton-candy clouds.”
“Or maybe you dream that you’re naked in front of a crowd and you have to recite the Gettysburg Address.”
His voice deepened. “Occasionally, I am naked, no lie.”
Jules licked her lips. How he could send her from despair and sadness to laughter to arousal with simple changes in pitch and tone was beyond her. “Is that right? Well now, that image is sure to haunt me.”
“I’d worry over whether you meant that in a good way or a bad way, but since you’ve never seen me, I don’t think you can mean either.”
“That would be cool.”
“What?”
“If I knew what you looked like,” she blurted out, and then felt immediately foolish.
Christ. Could she be any more of a girl?
He was silent. No doubt thinking of how to extricate himself from this. She opened her mouth at the same moment he spoke. “Is that…important to you?”
“Knowing what you look like?”
“Yes.”
“No.” She squirmed. “I’m sorry. It’s just that you’ve been in my head for so long, I felt like… I didn’t mean to cross any lines, so please forget…”
“No. Of course it makes sense that you would wish to see me, especially when I know what you look like.”
“How do you know what I look like?”
“Sometimes if I’m tuned in to you and you pass a mirror or your reflection, I catch a glimpse.”
Oh. That certainly made her feel vulnerable, though she knew that wasn’t his intent. “I guess when I said you’re detail oriented, I wasn’t wrong, huh?”
“Like I said, I know it’s not fair. If you want, we can try…” He hesitated. “Are you in a secure location? Can you put on your specs?”
As secure as she would ever get, and even with the VR specs on, she could still hear fine. Mystified, she leaned over the side of the bed and pulled them out of her knapsack. They looked like plastic goggles a mad scientist might wear, with a strong rubber band that went around the back of the head to keep them from slipping off. They were black, and a cord dangling off the side plugged them into a side slot on her collar.
“I have them. Am I training now?” She knew how to fight, but since Sanctuary had supplied her with this newfangled technology along with her collar, she’d started combat training with the virtual-reality goggles on. When she plugged it into her collar, James was able to upload virtual assailants for her to fight against.
It felt real to her. She supposed she looked like a fool, but no one was ever around to see her, and it served to keep her reflexes sharp.
“Not exactly. We’ve been working on something, and I want to see if it works. Put them on.”
She slipped them over her head and plugged them into the collar, staring into the blank nothingness of the glasses. “Done.”
“Give me a second.”
A second was all it took. For her combat training, James usually uploaded a program that gave her a weight room backdrop. That wasn’t what she saw now. This was a pastoral scene. Green grass lay in a rolling carpet, up to a house in the distance. Weeping willows kissed the ground.
Pretty.
Possibly the prettiest thing she’d seen in a while. The last time she’d come across a park, the overgrown lawn and weed-choked playground had depressed the hell out of her.
There was a moment of disorientation, and the scene became three dimensional. She wasn’t a watcher any longer, she was in it. The bed beneath her morphed into the soft grass. The chirp of birds sang in her ears, the trickle of a nearby river running merrily along.
Not pretty. Beautiful. Christ, how long had it been since she had experienced a quiet that was peaceful instead of fraught with the silence of those who had lived and died or run away?
She raised her hand to shade her eyes from the too-bright sun, watching as a colorful bird jumped from one branch of the tree to the next. The brush of her arm against something soft had her glancing down to find herself garbed, not in her usual rough clothes, but in a white satin halter dress with blue flowers strewn over it. Bemused, she touched the skirt. She didn’t own any dresses, and she certainly never wore white. It showed bloodstains too well.
“Jules?”
She didn’t jump, though the temptation was there. No one ever, ever crept up on her back. But she knew that voice, and she knew who would be standing there.
Four people. One rope. Desire plunged into dangerous obsession.
Dark Empress
© 2011 Anitra Lynn McLeod
Onic Empire, Book 5
Errion Ald’Areed senses that his business partner’s passion for designing pleasure upgrades for service robots has cooled, but nothing he’s tried—men, women, exotic adventures—has lifted Lorren D’Buren’s ennui. Until he sees the look in Lorren’s eyes when the intergalactic ambassador from Diola crosses their path at a charity ball.
Under the watchful eye of Gabriyel, her faithful bodyguard, Farjika is determined to live down her empress mother’s scandalous reputation for taking multiple lovers. Her instant attraction to Lorren, though, tempts her to cross her self-imposed bounds of propriety. And Gabriyel is shocked that his level-headed mistress has fallen so easily into a torrid affair.
At first Errion is pleased that Farjika has roused Lorren out of his funk. When he notices the depth of the mutual fascination, though, he realizes he must act quickly—or lose his sometime lover and best friend.
His plan to eliminate the threat is perfect in its beautiful complexity. Until one snag in his delicate web of seduction plunges them all into a potentially deadly tangle with no way out…
Warning: Contains humor, masturbatory robots, mystical BDSM, stern punishments and more variations on m/m/m/f than the author can count. Sex toys are not included with purchase but are strongly recommended.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Dark Empress:
“Tell me, my lovely one, what do you hope to accomplish here on Avalith?” Errion knew the question was a light one. Any visitor would have a stock answer ready to spew out to satisfy any who asked, yet Farjika actually considered his question.
Lifting her gaze to capture his, she softly informed him, “My world is isolated. We have been so for many hundreds of thousands of seasons. I hope by coming here, to Avalith, and donating a large portion of funds, to show the galactic community that we are concerned with our brethren. That we wish to break free from our self-imposed seclusion.”
Errion wanted to capture her mouth, cutting off her words long before she could finish speaking them. Not only was she utterly lovely, but she was kind and sweet. Worse, she had a conscience. She wasn’t just repeating words she’d been told to say, she honestly believed in what she said.
Red flashes of warning went off behind his eyes. This woman was dangerous. Farjika truly could sway Lorren from any path he might be on, and she could do it without much effort. Farjika was a woman who could steal a man’s soul without intention. Raylor’s bursting balls, but she’d effortlessly stolen Errion’s attention and yet seemed utterly unaware!
As he drew her into the main room, her gaze slid around, appreciating the paintings, sculptures, rugs and the furniture. She finally settled her gaze on Errion. “I am impressed by your estate. You clearly have a unique turn toward art.”
He nodded, offering her a drink, which she cupped lightly in her hand.
“How long will you stay on Avalith?”
She took a sip to give herself time to think of her answer, and he realized she honestly didn’t know. Her hesitation worried him. His gut told him her stay depended on what happened with Lorren.
“I find I am intrigued by your planet. I would like to stay and learn more about your culture even after my official visit has come to a close.”
As she spoke, he noticed she kept taking surreptitious glances at one sculpture in particular. He had to work hard to suppress a lusty grin.
“Where are you staying?” Casually, he maneuvered himself across the room until he was standing near the life-sized rendering of an intricately bound woman. Between her parted legs, a man thrust deeply into her. The woman’s head was bowed in submission; however, her face was still visible as her hair was drawn away. The man’s head was flung back in ecstasy, his lips peeling away from his teeth with an artfully captured snarl of possession.
“I am staying in my skip.” When he tilted his head, she offered, “A small planet-safe ship while my larger spacecraft remains in orbit.” She took another sip of her drink that turned into more of a gulp when she drew her eyes away from him and the erotic rendering. “Master D’Buren graciously offered one of his fallow fields to station the craft.”
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