by Jayne Rylon
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Nice and Naughty: Ménage and More
Three’s Company: Ménage and More
Dream Machine
Compass Brothers (with Mari Carr)
Northern Exposure
Men in Blue
Night is Darkest
Razor’s Edge
Powertools
Kate’s Crew
Morgan’s Surprise
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Compass Brothers (with Mari Carr)
Southern Comfort
Eastern Ambition
Western Ties
Men in Blue
Mistress’s Master
Powertools
Devon’s Pair
Nothing’s sexier than a man, or five, with power tools.
Kate’s Crew
© 2010 Jayne Rylon
Sultry summer heat has nothing on the five-man crew renovating the house next door. No one could blame Kate for leaning out the window for a better view of the manscape. The nasty fall that follows isn’t part of her fantasy—but the man who saves her from splattering the sidewalk is definitely the star.
When Mike personally attends to her injuries, she realizes her white knight in a hard hat has a tender side, giving her no choice but to surrender to the lust that’s been arcing between them since day one. In the aftermath of the best sex of her life, she whispers her most secret desire: to be ravaged by his crew.
She never expected Mike would dare her to take what she wants—or that the freedom to make her most decadent desires come true could be the foundation for something lasting…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Kate’s Crew:
Where the hell had Mike disappeared to? Kate shouldn’t care, but she did. She scolded herself when she scanned the yard for the tenth time that minute. She’d spent the morning trying to ignore his insufferable smirk, as he strutted around the site, while mentally reciting all the reasons she couldn’t accept his unconventional proposition.
Despite this morning’s wake-up call, affairs weren’t her style. The unwise urge to prevent him from walking away after one sweaty liaison had almost overwhelmed her sense of self-preservation. Instead, she’d driven her hand beneath her thigh to keep from reaching out to tug him into bed for another romp following his shower. She couldn’t risk getting any more involved. No matter how she prayed she could change, she would always want more—something lasting.
The thunk of her forehead hitting the sheetrock patch she’d finished installing an hour ago almost drowned out her sigh. Her cell phone vibrated, alerting her to an incoming text message. Every hypersensitive nerve in her body jumped to attention.
She flipped open the phone. Mike.
Meet me in our laundry room. Come in through the garage. Quiet. Quick.
Ignoring his command would be prudent. Also impossible.
Kate sprinted along the hall then took the stairs two at a time before racing out the rear entrance. She hopped the low stone wall dividing their properties then snuck into the neighboring garage like a cat burglar working a world-class heist.
Her hand brushed the doorknob leading from the car bay into the house, where the washer and drier would one day go, but she got drawn inside before she could turn it. Mike’s powerful arms surrounded her, pressing her spine to his taut abdomen. The ridge of his constant hard-on fit in the valley of her ass, covered only by the thin material of her Capri sweats and her thong.
“What—”
The astringent odor of sealant wafted up from his hand, which covered her mouth. In the pitch-black, the brush of his lips on the shell of her ear startled her. She flinched at his raspy whisper. “I want to show you something. Everyone lusts. Everyone fantasizes. When your lover respects you, you should feel free to explore your desires. No matter how extreme.”
Her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. Slits of light gleamed through the louvers on the interior laundry-room door, which faced into the kitchen of Mike’s fixer-upper. Now that she could hear past the galloping of her heart, she froze. A masculine moan echoed off the tiled surfaces of the vacant living space. No, make that several moans.
“Want to see what it could be like?” The plane of Mike’s chest cradled her as he inched them closer to forbidden delights with shuffles of his steel-toed boots. His hands encircled her waist. The tips of his fingers teased the hem of her tank top. Then they slid beneath it to rub irresistible circles over the skin on either side of her belly button.
Kate shivered in his hold.
“Go ahead, take a peek.” He bumped her with his pelvis, grinding against her.
She worried her lip between her teeth as she debated. But the next primal grunt of pleasure dissolved all traces of resistance. Before she knew what she intended, her fingers tucked in the slats at eye level and her nose smooshed against the cool, painted wood.
Oh. My. God.
From this angle, she caught the strong profiles of both James and Neil. Tall and lithe, Neil leaned on the end of the countertop for support, his jeans unbuttoned. Framed in worn denim, his cock jutted from the vee of his fly. James hovered a mere half inch away from the head. His lips parted, glistening with saliva, as though waiting for permission.
“Suck it.” The gruff command reverberated through the space, causing a trickle of wetness to run onto Kate’s thighs.
In the kitchen, Neil buried his fingers in James’s sun-bronzed hair, using the grip to tug the kneeling man closer still. With two fingers, he aimed his erect shaft straight for James’s open mouth. When he slid inside, balls-deep with a single stroke, the look of rapture on both men’s faces stole her breath.
From behind her, Mike’s hands travelled lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her pants. He shoved them over her hips until they pooled on the floor. “Mmm…you smell delicious. Wet already? I thought you might enjoy the show.”
He cut short her whimper when he tilted her face for a scorching kiss. But he didn’t steal her concentration from the other men for long. When she turned her head back, they had paused. Had they heard her?
Please, don’t stop!
As though they read her thoughts, the two men resumed their rough play. James’s stout throat worked around Neil’s embedded cock. She almost cried out again when his jaw slid forward, dragging his lower lip over Neil’s tight sac.
“Fuck! Where did you learn that trick?” Neil panted.
“From me.”
Kate’s eyes widened as Dave strolled in from the living room. An impressive bulge tented the front of his cargo shorts. His hulking frame and towering stature might have been intimidating if he weren’t so quick to joke or lend a helping hand when needed.
“Son of a bitch. Can’t you two go five minutes without getting off?” Joe followed a step behind Dave. “We have a deadline…”
He should have saved his breath. James continued to give Neil what looked like a world-class blow job. She thought Neil’s gaze flickered toward her and Mike’s hiding spot, but he didn’t say anything.
Joe grinned, then shrugged at Dave. “Now’s as good a time as any for a break. We need them to concentrate when we snap the chalk lines for the patio or everything will be out of square, and we’ll spend all afternoon fixing it anyway.”
The easygoing partner stripped his shorts off in two seconds flat. His cock, bare beneath the khaki, sprang free. He put one hand on the counter then hopped up beside Neil with animal grace. When his balls rested on the cool marble they’d upgraded to, he hissed.
“Come on, Dave. I see you checking out James’s ass. What are you waiting for?”
Three men, a tomboy…and one erotic game that could change everything.
Three for Me?
© 2009 R. G. Alexander
Simon, Eric, Rafael, Lee…and Charli. It’
s never mattered that Charli is the only girl in the crowd. She’s always been a tomboy, anyway. Just one of the guys.
Between work and Couch Potato Thursdays, life is pretty full. Sure, no man alive can get through the friend gauntlet, but thanks to her boys and her toys, she’s got plenty of fantasy material. It’s a win-win situation. Until Lee has a destination wedding in Cozumel—and Charli’s “best man” duties take a kinky turn.
Through what looks to be foul play by Lee’s new brides, Charli finds herself on a decidedly decadent shore excursion, playing “The Race Erotic”. With each sexy challenge, it becomes clearer that down deep, she desires not one, not two, but all three of her remaining single buddies.
They’re the only family she’s ever known. She can’t imagine living without them. Will she have to choose? Or will the final score be three to one?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Three for Me?:
“I wanted that outfit.” Natalie glared at her, looking intimidating in a leopard print body stocking.
“I’m sorry?”
Shelly came and got between them. “Nat, you know you don’t get to choose your outfits. Besides, you’ve already been the naughty schoolgirl several times now. Give someone else a chance.”
Naughty schoolgirl. Charli covered her face with her hands, peeking at herself in the mirror through her spread fingers. She’d had her hair put in pigtails. She hadn’t worn pigtails since she was nine.
The little Mary Janes and thigh-high white stockings were bad enough. The plaid skirt was so short she could see her clingy white underwear that had, thankfully, been in a store-bought package beside the ensemble. But it was the shirt, most of all that was giving her fits.
Button-down and white, it stopped right beneath her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Already so thin they could see the shadow of her areoles. Shelly and the other woman had patted her with a damp cloth, making it entirely see through. She’d never be able to face the boys again.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s just two songs. And it’s pretty dark in there. The game rents the upstairs club for as long as we’re here, so no one but the other racers will see you dance. And I’m pretty sure they’ll be too busy to look.”
Charli was feeling a little warm. Maybe it was from the tequila, but she wasn’t necessarily afraid of this challenge. She was the lifelong friend of four very manly men. She’d been to a strip club before. And she did love to dance. If only she didn’t have to wear this humiliating outfit.
She remembered what Connie had said about her having the body of a pole dancer. Had she known this would be one of the challenges? She was going to have a good long chat with Lee’s new wife when they got back.
Shelly led them all to a curtained doorway. “Up those stairs you’ll find a main stage that will lead you to your individual walkways. Dance one entire song on that walkway for your men. When the next song starts, give him the lap dance of his dreams, and just be open to the pleasure. It’s a wonderful experience. The men know what they have to do to get the next clue, so go on and show them what you’ve got!”
Shelly stopped Charli as the others went on ahead. “Your guys have already been told, but I wanted to let you know that you can only pick one to lap dance with, and the other men can watch, but they aren’t allowed to touch you until the song ends. Okay? Great!”
She rushed off, clipboard in hand while Charli took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this? The music started, and she walked out onto the main stage. Of course she was. She never backed down from a bet.
Charli strode to the rhythm of the beat, watching her counterparts do the Time with a smile. Dawn, despite her shyness, seemed determined to do this for Tim. And from the expression on his face, Charli could tell he appreciated it. She walked to the end of her walkway and placed her hands on her hips. “If any of you laugh at me, I’ll give you a wedgie. Or steal your lunch money.”
“Charli?”
“Dear God. And thank you. Amen.”
“Fuck, Chuck. You look—”
She lifted her chin threateningly, but Simon’s gaze was focused entirely on her breasts. He sighed. “Amazing.”
“Yeah?” She caught Shelly making a dancing motion and started to sway to the music. Eric, Raf and Simon were staring at her, looking dazed and totally enthralled. Heat pooled between her thighs. Being the focus of this kind of attention felt…well it felt great. Empowering. Something she could definitely get used to.
There was a pole, and Charli had always wanted to try one. All those mountain-climbing muscles were put to good use as she leapt up onto the steel cylinder, using her thighs to cling, her arms spread out in a backward arch that gave her the perfect, upside-down view of her audience.
“Sweet Jesus.”
“Did you know she could do that?”
Simon didn’t respond, barely took his blue eyes off her long enough to blink.
Charli’s smile was wicked. She lifted herself up, sliding down the pole until she was on her knees on her walkway, crawling closer to the edge of the stage. “How are the others doing? Are we winning?”
“Who knows? Who cares?” Eric’s cheeks were flushed, and Rafael looked over at him, before turning his attention back to Charli.
“I forgot. You’re fulfilling Professor Eric’s favorite fantasy, sugar. He’s gonna have a hard time keeping his hands off you.”
Charli stopped her forward motion, sitting up to rub her hands slowly over her damp shirt. Her nipples were hard. Sensitive. The three heartfelt groans made her chuckle. “What fantasy?”
“Nothing.” Eric glared at Rafael, but Raf just smiled.
“No use lying about it, friend. Eric used to tell us that his favorite fantasy was of you as one of his students. One of his bad students. Who needed to be punished.”
Charli blinked. The gush of arousal dampened her white schoolgirl panties, and she slid her hand between her legs unconsciously.
“She likes that idea, Eric.” Simon’s voice was rough, and she shivered as though he’d touched her skin. “She really likes it. Don’t you, Chuck?”
She stuck out her tongue, but inside she was quaking. Images of her bent over Eric’s desk, being spanked, being fucked, filled her mind. She closed her eyes, arching her neck as her hand disappeared beneath her skirt.
The music ended and Rafael made a sound of frustration. All three men shifted in their seats.
“Time for the next round, ladies. You know what to do. You too, guys.” Shelly’s perky voice jerked Charli out of her fantasy, making her blush. The new music was slower, sultrier. Reminded her of sex. As if anything didn’t right now.
“You have to pick one, babe. Have to pick one of us to dance for.”
It wasn’t as difficult a choice as she thought. She’d been planning to pick him anyway, if only because she’d thought he was the least likely to tease her. But now. Now she wanted to choose him for an entirely different reason.
“I choose Eric.”
This summer is going to be twice as hot…
Summer Solstice
© 2010 Eden Bradley
The view from Leigh’s front porch was never this nice. In fact, her hunky new neighbor is sparking all kinds of naughty ideas about how to beat the heat. Much to her delight, the feeling is mutual—as long as they keep things light. Her divorce left her a little lonely, but far from needy.
Jared doesn’t plan to spend much time in his new place before jetting off on his next photojournalism assignment. Leigh’s classic, California blonde looks are any man’s fantasy. A little flirting, a little playful, neighborly car washing, and it isn’t long until their summer fling is in full swing.
Neither can imagine the sex being any hotter—until Jared’s sometime roommate and lover, Matteo, comes to town. In the arms of two men, Leigh brings her ultimate fantasy into scorching reality.
Jared revels in the chance to command his two lovers’ every move, but when he gets the call for his next overseas gig, he’s not so sure he’s rea
dy for the fireworks to end. And even as Leigh gives her two lovers the most precious gift—their freedom—she wonders how she’ll find the strength to say goodbye.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Summer Solstice:
“So,” he said when the waitress had walked away, “I have something to tell you.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” He picked up his drink, took a swallow. “I have a friend…well, he’s more than a friend. Matteo is a musician. He plays a beautiful Spanish guitar. He travels a lot. And in between he often comes to stay with me. He sort of lives with me part time. I’ve never mentioned him because, well, I didn’t realize at first that we’d spend so much time together, you and I.”
He was watching her, his dark eyes serious.
“Jared, did you think I’d be bothered by it? That you have a sort-of room mate?”
“No. But maybe that I haven’t told you sooner.”
“As you said, there wasn’t any reason to.”
“And because he’s not a room mate, really. He’s my lover.”
“Oh.”
Had she intruded on a relationship? But why would Jared have slept with her if that was the case? He hadn’t struck her as the sort of guy who would do anything dishonest. She felt oddly let down.
“Does this mean… Are you and he…together?”
“Ah, it’s nothing like that. We’re together when we’re together. No strings. Is that your only concern?”
“Well, that and whether or not I’ll see you while he’s here.”
“Those are your only worries?”
“What else should I be worried about?”
“That I’m bi.”
Her response was instinctual. Honest. “Are you kidding? The idea of seeing you with another man is pretty hot, actually.”
