Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

BDSM Menage Fantasies

Clifftop Fantasies

When Allie Walker inherits her father’s huge, beautiful house on the California coast, she knows it is the chance of a lifetime. Now she can start the bed-and-breakfast she’s always dreamed of—with the help of her boyfriend Brad McCarthy and the sexy, mysterious handyman Karl Masterson.

But no sooner do they open for business when mistakes from Allie’s past come back to haunt her and she begins to suspect that her father had his own shocking secrets. Now Allie must reconcile herself with her past, deal with the photographer who seems to want to bring up things she’d rather not talk about, decide what to do about the sexy woman that is showing interest in Brad, and deal with the fact that her father was a leader in the local BDSM community. And then there is her growing attraction to Karl and the way of life he represents.

Genre:
BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length:
94,125 words
 

CLIFFTOP FANTASIES

BDSM Menage Fantasies

Cassidy Browning

MENAGE AMOUR

Siren Publishing, Inc.

www.SirenPublishing.com

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CLIFFTOP FANTASIES

Copyright © 2012 by Cassidy Browning

E-book ISBN: 978-1-61926-784-8

First E-book Publication: June 2012

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CLIFFTOP FANTASIES

BDSM Menage Fantasies

CASSIDY BROWNING

Copyright © 2012

Chapter 1

The front door slammed as Allie Walker poured a generous helping of creamer into her morning coffee. She sighed, resisting the temptation to match the violence by smashing the container onto the counter. But it would be a shame to waste the whole thing, and she did love the new Almond Joy creamer. Instead she reached into the fridge and treated herself to a more generous helping of whipped cream than normal.

Taking the mug, she slipped out the back door and lowered herself into a deck chair, ignoring the roar of Brad’s car engine as he sped up the driveway. Don’t think about it, she told herself sternly, making a valiant attempt to concentrate on the view.
Her
view. Rolling green hills spread out in all directions, tapering down into a
V
directly in front of her that showed a generous slice of the Pacific Ocean. The trees were just beginning to turn fall colors, and the air had a delicious crispness to it. The vista, and the ability to sit on her own porch enjoying it and breathing the sea air, was a big part of the reason she was determined to stay here. She couldn’t bring herself to even contemplate leaving this house. It was the first place that she had ever felt like she actually belonged, and if Brad couldn’t understand that…

And then the scenery changed. A large, square man in ancient jeans, work boots, and a hunter-green henley ambled into her range of vision and came up the three stairs to join her on the deck.

Allie held her breath as he went past her into the house. Karl wasn’t her type at all, something she was forced to remind herself every time she saw him. And it wouldn’t have mattered if he
had
been her type, anyway. She had her man, and they were happy together. At least most of the time they were happy, she reflected, forcing her attention back to the ocean. They’d even started talking about getting married. She’d known the moment she’d met Brad that she would marry him. Tall, slender, intellectual, with a dry sense of humor and a good job as an accountant. That was her type. Not the strong-but-silent, smoldering-sexuality type. But was Brad the bed-and-breakfast-owner type? After their argument this morning Allie was beginning to think she might have to choose between her relationship and the beautiful, yellow house with its magnificent view. It wasn’t a choice that was going to come easily. It was the house she’d always wanted, and turning it into a guest house on the northern California coast had seemed like the perfect thing to do with it.

The screen door banged behind her and she jumped, nearly sloshing coffee all down her front. Karl clumped back past her, but instead of continuing down the stairs and across the lawn, he settled himself on the top step. His long, denim-covered legs spread out so that the only way she could avoid seeing them was to close her eyes or go inside. She did neither. She took a sip and allowed herself the guilty pleasure of admiring his broad shoulders and black, curly hair. He really should wear a cowboy hat, she reflected. Even though normally she considered cowboy hats completely pretentious, she had a feeling he would look really sexy in one.

“Your man off to work?” He was looking out over the view as well, almost as if he hadn’t even noticed her.

She didn’t answer at first, and he turned around to give her a quizzical look. “You two have a fight?”

She felt her face going red, although she had no idea why. Couples fight, she reasoned with herself.
It isn’t anything to be ashamed of
. But she knew if she tried to speak there was a good chance she would start crying, so she just nodded miserably, staring down into her coffee. It wasn’t what she had meant to do. She would have much preferred to answer him in a brisk and efficient way, maybe with a careless toss of her dark blonde hair, indicating that whatever had crawled up Brad’s ass had nothing whatever to do with her.

Turning back to the view, Karl sipped his coffee. Allie tried to make herself get up and go into the house to save her dignity. But she couldn’t seem to make her body move. Sitting on the porch with him seemed somehow comforting, in a strange way. That in itself was enough to convince her that it was bad. You shouldn’t be feeling comforted by someone who isn’t your boyfriend, she told herself firmly.
You aren’t that type. You’re normal, boring, unadventurous. You don’t have affairs or even read romance novels. Your life is complicated enough right now without feeling stirrings just because you’re sitting near a pretend cowboy.
That wasn’t fair, she knew. Karl didn’t really pretend to be a cowboy. It wasn’t even his fault she was fantasizing about him in a cowboy hat and boots and nothing else.

“You probably don’t want to talk about it,” Karl said after a minute of silence between them.

“No.” She hoped he was going to let the subject drop now. Strong but silent was so much better in a handyman than a gossipy chatterbox.

He set his coffee down and turned his large body so that they were face-to-face. “But you need to.”

Now she did jump up, without really thinking about it. She considered several biting but completely unoriginal remarks, such as “It’s none of your business.” Before she could decide on one, he was standing, too, facing her.