by L. A. Boruff
Between the Sheets
A Reverse Harem Anthology of Scenes that get to the Point
L.A. Boruff
Caia Daniels
K.T. Strange
R.M. Walker
May Dawson
KB Wheelock
Arizona Tape
Stacy Jones
Lacey Carter Andersen
Bethany Jadin
TL Reeve & Michele Ryan
Emma Dean
Skye MacKinnon
Marissa Farrar
K.B. Everly
Eliza Eveland
Joely Sue Burkhart
Bea Paige
Riley Walker
AJ Sinclair
Laura Greenwood
A Reverese Harem Anthology of Scenes that get to the Point
Slip between the sheets with us to discover the hottest excerpts, deleted scenes, alternate POVs, and even brand new stories from some of your favorite Reverse Harem Authors. These steamy scenes get directly to the point between the sheets. You may want to consider reading with the phone off the hook and the door locked, and maybe line up a cold shower. We won’t judge.
Copyright © 2018 by L.A. Boruff, Caia Daniels, KT Strange, RM Walker, May Dawson, KB Wheelock, Arizona Tape, Stacy Jones, Lacey Carter Andersen, Bethany Jadin, TL Reeve, Michele Ryan, Emma Dean, Laura Greenwood, Skye MacKinnon, Marissa Farrar, KB Everley, Eliza Everland, Joely Sue Burkhart, Bea Paige, Riley Walker, AJ Sinclair
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ASIN: B07FLRGGQC
ISBN: 9781386971306
Draft2Digital: 9781386971306
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Cover Design Copyright © 2018 Arizona Tape
First Printing, 2018
Dear Reverse Harem Readers,
We can’t thank you enough for the support, love, and encouragement you’ve show us and the stories we write. You are some of the most devoted and loyal supporters and fans any of us have ever encountered, across all genres and categories.
We heard you when you said you wanted more scenes between the sheets, so this anthology is for you, as a way for us to say thank you for everything you do. Without you we wouldn’t be able to do what we love.
We hope you continue on this writing journey with us. We love more than anything to make a reader forget their troubles between our sheets.
So grab that wine and turn on the fan. Let’s get busy.
With much love,
The Authors of Between the Sheets
Contents
L.A. Boruff: Supay Bonus Scene
Caia Daniels: Unveiled Excerpt
K.T. Strange: The Winner Is Bonus Scene
R.M. Walker: Deceptive Secrets Extended Scene
May Dawson: Three Kinds of Lost Excerpt
KB Wheelock: Finding her Wings Bonus Scene
Arizona Tape: Mary Had a Little Harem Excerpts
Stacy Jones: Tribe Outsider Excerpt
Lacey Carter Andersen: Her Alien Romance Excerpt
Bethany Jadin: The Code Series Exclusive New Chapter
TL Reeve & Michele Ryan: The Misfits Excerpt
Emma Dean: Heir of Draga Alternate Point of View
Laura Greenwood & Skye MacKinnon: Beneath the Earth Excerpt
Marissa Farrar: Dark Codes Excerpt
K.B. Everly: Jinxed Alternate Point of View
Eliza Eveland: Heretic Alternate Scene
Joely Sue Burkhart: Queen Takes Alpha Bonus Scene
Bea Paige: Accacia’s Curse & Fern’s Wings Excerpts
Skye MacKinnon: Winter Princess Excerpt
Riley Walker: Rook Deleted Scene
AJ Sinclair: In Her Company Excerpt
Laura Greenwood: Chasing Aledwen Excerpt
Quick Links
L.A. Boruff: Supay Bonus Scene
Takes place halfway through Chapter 15
My sleep was patchy and interrupted, even after Anthony tried to give me some help. I was too nervous and paranoid about our mission the next day to fall into a deep sleep. Sighing, I rolled over again, putting my back to Anthony.
Elias’s eyes twinkled at me. He was awake, too. “Can’t sleep?”
Pursing my lips, I shook my head.
“Want to go explore?” Grinning, he looked mischievous, like the old Elias—the one I’d become best friends with.
My mouth split into a wide grin, and I nodded my head.
He helped me out of the bed so we wouldn’t wake anyone, and I leaned over Michael before we left, making completely sure he was out cold and resting.
Once I was satisfied he wouldn’t wake up while we were gone, I tiptoed past Elias into the hallway. The door made a barely audible click as he closed it.
I scrunched my shoulders up and stifled a giggle as I looked around the moonlit hall. “Now what?” I asked.
On tiptoes, he walked to the top of the stairs, then motioned for me to follow. Before he descended, he crouched down and pointed at his back. Yay, a piggy back ride!
Knowing they were hyper-strong erased all of my qualms. Michael had done this several times in our life, and I’d let him, but I hadn’t had fun; I’d been worried the entire time that I was too heavy for him and might hurt his back.
Not anymore! I launched myself—quietly—at Elias, hopping up as high as I could. He clutched my legs and hoisted me so I was secure, with my arms around his neck and face hovering near his ear.
“Onward, noble steed,” I whispered in his ear. All I got for my sass was a swat on the thigh.
In retaliation, I bucked and swung my arm around like I’d seen bull riders do, but I ended up slamming it into the wall of the stairwell as he began the descent. Snorting, he shook his head at me.
I shook the sting out of my hand and stopped trying to ride my friend. Boyfriend. Whatever.
At the bottom of the stairs I pointed toward to a door I was sure we weren’t supposed to go through. He grinned and stuck his ear to it.
“Anything?” I whispered.
“No,” he hissed back as he carefully turned the knob. “Silence.”
Maybe the owner sleeps upstairs, too. He stuck his head in the door. It was pitch black to my eyes, but I was sure he could see more.
He looked sideways at me, grinning before stepping inside and flicking on the light. The sudden brightness hurt my eyes, and I buried my face in his neck.
“Look, Riles,” he said, bumping my head with his.
I peeked out to find a spotless, homey kitchen. It was like I’d stepped into my Gigi’s kitchen, twenty years before. Yellow floral curtains billowed in the open window, and the countertops were faded from years of use. The white cabinets had more than a couple of layers of paint on them and ugly flowers as handles.
Sliding off of Elias’s back, I walked over to the refrigerator and peeked inside. It was completely stocked, no doubt to keep the guests fed. “Do you have any cash?” I asked, looking back at him while the cool air washed over me.
> “Not down here, why?” he said with a strange look, probably wondering why I wanted cash right at that moment.
“Because I’m about to eat some of this food, which will inconvenience the owner. I want you to pay her and pay her well.” I pursed my lips and gave him a pleading look.
He laughed at me, popped a kiss on my forehead, and disappeared. I’d just begun to look around the kitchen, my imagination searching for places a boogie man could hide—are they real, too?—when he appeared again. “You moved so fast it looked like you teleported or something.
“Nah, I was so close to the door it gave the illusion of disappearing. I just ran.” He held out his wallet. “How much are you planning on eating?”
I pulled out a can of whipped cream. “Just this,” I said with a wicked grin.
His eyes widened, and he opened his wallet. “Bless that woman for having that particular type of whipped cream in this house.” He pulled out a fat stack of bills and put them in the fridge where in place of the container.
Without any preamble, I found myself sitting up on the counter, back pressed into the cabinets with some small appliance or another digging into my hip.
Elias pulled my hips forward, thankfully, until my core was pressed to his. He was tall enough that the counter was a great height. I’d slept in one of Anthony’s t-shirts and my panties, and hadn’t given a second thought to exploring the house so scantily clad. I found myself glad for the lack of pants as Elias swept the crotch of my panties to the side and rubbed his finger inside my lips, searching for my core.
Finding it quickly, he inserted his two middle digits deeply inside, turning his hand palm-up.
I sucked in a steadying breath, fighting the desire to cry out. “Eli, they prepare food here!” I said, feeling like a jerk for putting my butt on her counter.
Instead of responding, he pressed his mouth to mine, caressing and coaxing me to open my mouth. I pushed my tongue toward him, and he took it into his mouth, letting his teeth graze it. The thought of a bite from him pushed all thoughts of propriety out of my head.
Completely eradicating my reservations with his fingers, he stroked in just the right spot until I was bucking against him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, riding his hand through a violent orgasm.
He finished me off by pulling his fingers out and pressing them against my little nub of nerves. I cried out, being quiet becoming impossible once he moved his mouth away from mine and put his lips to my neck.
He had a monster bulge I hadn’t even noticed until my brain began working again. Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he looked me in the eyes and licked and sucked my juices off of them while keeping eye contact with me. Oh dear lord, that’s hot.
“We’ve gotta find somewhere more private,” I whispered urgently as I jumped off the counter.
“Hell yes,” he said. “Though, I’m happy to fuck you right here on this counter.”
His audacity caused me to burst out in laughter as I rooted around under the sink until I found an all-purpose cleaner. I sprayed down the counter and wiped it clean with a paper towel. “There,” I said before turning to Elias, who waited for me at the kitchen door.
“That was very nice of you. Now can we go?” He raised an eyebrow and nodded his head toward the door.
I checked the room to make sure it was the same as when we’d entered it. I almost left the whipped cream sitting beside the refrigerator. Snatching it, I turned back to Elias, who had moved while I was turned and was right behind me.
Scooping me into his arms, one hand behind my back and one under my knees, bridal style, he got us out of the kitchen. His lips swallowed my gasp, and even though his eyes were closed as he kissed and licked my mouth, his path was true. He walked slowly up the stairs, clutching me close and covering my face and neck in kisses.
Once we reached the upstairs hallway, he put me down to explore the rooms. Pressing his ear against each door, he nodded his head until he got to the last room on the right, two doors down from ours. He grinned at that one and pushed the door in. It hadn’t even been fully closed. I tiptoed down the hall to him, excited by our naughty adventure.
My hands found the light switch as he followed me in and closed the door. The room was exactly like the one we were staying in, without the extra cot. Two twin beds, a dresser, and an ocean view.
Twirling on my toes, I pulled Anthony’s shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties. Elias’s chest rumbled, like he was fighting off a growl. The bulge in his pants twitched, and I pointed at it. “Off,” I demanded.
He obliged, pulling his pants and underwear off in one swoop then his tee as well. The planes of his torso led to the V of his hips, that sexy sort of V that begged to be licked. His cock sprang to attention, ready for some attention of its own.
Pointing to the bed, his voice was scratchy and deep. “If you please.”
Hell yeah, I please. My lacey panties caught between my thighs—no thigh gap for me—and I sort of flopped onto the bed, onto my back, all grace.
Apparently he didn’t notice, or care about, my awkwardness as he stalked toward me with the whipped cream in his right hand. I wiggled, anticipating the fun.
Throwing one leg over me, he straddled my hips, his long, hard erection resting on my stomach. Staring down through my breasts at it, I imagined the feel of it gliding in and out of me.
He leaned forward and sprayed a line between my breasts. Sucking my stomach in when the cold cream hit my skin, I sighed in relief when his warm tongue followed, lapping it up.
Grinning at my reaction, he latched on to my right nipple, swirling his tongue around and around it. Why isn’t he using the whipped cream?
My question was soon answered. He was warming my nipple up. Once he had it good and warm, and had me wound up, he shook the can and sprayed a blob on the tip of my breast.
After his warm mouth, the white sweetness was ice cold. I let out a small shriek, followed by a moan as he repeated his attentions on my other nipple.
I clutched his hair as he sprayed my left breast, feeling my areola tighten and pucker. He sat back, watching me writhe for a moment, and then licked the cream off. When I was clean, he shifted his hips and slid his cock up and down my stomach while he nibbled my neck.
Groaning, I pulled my hands out of his hair and clutched his neck. “Eli,” I begged. “Why are you teasing me?”
“Because I’ve wanted to sink my cock into your pussy for five years, and I finally get to. I’m doing it right.”
He was right. I hadn’t thought much of it, and while we’d definitely had a good time, we hadn’t actually fucked. “Do it right then,” I whispered.
My words spurred him on, and he lowered his weight down on me, grinding his dick between us. As he moved, he bit my neck, and I cried out in pleasure.
Every pulse of my heart gave me pleasure as his venom entered my body. My body jerked against him of its own volition as he sensually pumped his hips.
I squirmed, so wet I could feel myself dripping onto the bed. He pulled his fangs out, and I sank slowly back down from the high of the orgasm. “That’s amazing,” I gasped, breathing hard enough to burn calories.
“I need you,” he said, voice husky.
“You can have me,” I replied. “Always.”
Pulling me up, he climbed off the bed and took my hands so he could help me position myself at the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me, looking down, which put me eye level with his dick, the tip glistening.
“Please,” he said, voice strained.
Placing my hands on his hips, I stared up at him, making my eyes as big as I could while slowly massaging his upper thighs in a circular motion.
He twitched his cock so it nudged me in the jaw as I stared upward. I laughed and stopped teasing him and took it in both of my hands, so the head poked out of the end. Squeezing gently, I licked the tip, and he shuddered.
I moved one of my hands and sucked him deep into my mouth, until he hit the back
of my throat. We both froze as he put his hand on top of my head. No pressure, just resting. Breathing deep, I relaxed my throat and pushed forward, ignoring my gag reflex to take him as far as I could.
“Riley, holy fuck, what are you doing to me?” He moved his hand to the back of my head and clenched it, dragging my hair up in to his grip. I squealed around his cock, as my hair being pulled impacted how turned on I was.
My noise served to make him grip harder and twitch his hips, pulling his dick up my throat and almost out of my mouth. “Don’t do that again, Riles. I’ll come in your mouth and that’s not where I want to end this night.”
I had to take a moment to breathe deeply and swallow a few times. After having him so far down my throat it was scratchy.
He kept his hand in my hair. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. If it gets to be too much, pinch me, okay?”
I nodded, lips wrapped around his cock just behind his head. He grabbed my head with his other hand and pushed in, going slowly at first. I created suction when I could, used my tongue when I could, but mostly I just hung on for the ride.
He paused. “Would you touch yourself while I do this?” I looked up at him again, hands at the base of his dick, and nodded.
I moved my hands down to touch my clit, parting the lips so he could lean over and watch. It was fairly uncomfortable, I had to arch my back to give him a clear view, but in the end, totally worth it. He loved seeing me pleasure myself, and he moved faster in my mouth. I figured out how to close off my throat with my tongue so he didn’t go too far in.
