Authors: Sibylla Matilde
Drew and Raven are perfection. Each book in this series has been utter perfection, and I can't wait for Justin's story. ~
It was an amazing book - Drew is definitely my new book boyfriend… you really can feel Raven's emotions… Oh and the sex is HOT, HOT, HOT! ~ Liz
I freaking loved it ! seriously, read it!! ~ Kelly
You can't go wrong with this series. I have fallen in love with each and every one of these guys. This is a 5 star read for me.
phew, holy hotness! Wait until you get your hands on Drew. I am in love/lust! Just call me Mrs Massey...!
~ A Goddess and her Books
This story has everything....Suspense - Steamy Sex - Friendship - Drama and most of all LOVE !! ~
I love books told by the male point of view and Sibylla is a master. ~
I really want to be Raven, confident, sassy and quirky and I think anyone would be mad to not want Drew.~
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For Chris… because you bagsied Drew
and I love how you say coffee.
I was buried balls deep in Pauline when I first met my girlfriend Maggie.
They were roommates at the time, and Pauline had talked me into coming home with her after my band’s usual Saturday night gig at the Copperline Bar. Truth was, I didn’t require much talking into. As lead guitarist for the Bangin’ Mofos, I got around. Not as much as a few of my friends, but I definitely had my moments, and any guy prefers going to the chick’s house. Things always get awkward when you have to extricate one from your own bed.
So Pauline and I were going at it on the couch, and I’d just slid into home base when Maggie walked in.
She took one look at the two of us, bare-ass naked in the living room, stripped off her barely-there dress, and knelt by the couch to kiss me.
It blew me the fuck away. Maggie was gorgeous. Hot as sin. A classic dream girl. Tall and tan with long legs, platinum blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes. I’d seen her around a couple times, but never thought a guy like me—tattooed, pierced, and a bit rough around the edges—had a shot with her. She exuded perfection. Superiority. She made you feel lucky just to be in her presence.
And here she was… naked and kissing me while I boned her roomie.
Then she kissed Pauline. The next thing I knew, I was thrown into kind of a wild debauchery. They were both so into it, into each other and into me. It was like an award-winning porno.
It. Was. Awesome.
When the night was over, we all went our separate ways. I figured it was a bit of a fluke. Wild shit like this didn’t happen often in Ophir. Well, not to me. It happened all the time to my band mate Justin. The bass player for the Mofos could talk a nun into an orgy.
Pauline wasn’t really one to linger, though. This hadn’t been the first time I’d hooked up with her, and I doubted it would be my last. She was a regular at the Copperline, a small bar where my band played every weekend just outside Butte, Montana. We had a couple girls like that. Small-town groupies, like Ruth who gave a sweet and quiet vibe until you got her between the sheets where she went wild. And Laura who excelled at sucking cock, going down wherever and whenever.
But it was more of a one-on-one deal.
And Maggie? I didn’t really know what to expect from her. A few days went by and, just like Pauline, nothing. A flash in the pan. A one-night stand.
But then she showed up at the Copperline asking if I wanted to play with her and another friend. It seemed she loved ménages, and she really loved my apadravya. She’d never had a pierced cock before and was looking for an encore performance.
Like I would say no to that.
After that threesome came another. And another. It became a regular thing. She’d scope out the Copperline, looking for someone new to share me with, using the promise of my apa as incentive to coax girls through their inhibitions about group sex. Week after week, then a few times a week.
And just like that, we were a couple. I thought I’d hit the jackpot. It was a fucking dream come true, really. I had a super-hot girlfriend who was not only okay with me doing other girls,
she found other girls for me
. Not only that, but she didn’t want all the hearts and flowers and where-is-this-going conversations.
She knew where it was going.
She listened to the dreams I had about being a rockstar someday. The life I wanted on stage, and she pushed me to go after it. All the time. Sometimes, even in the midst of a sexfest with two or three other girls fucking me until I could barely move, she’d bring it up.
“This is what it can be, baby,” she’d murmur in my ear with the smell of sex all around us. “All the pussy you could want. Any time you want. This is the life of a rockstar, and it will be yours. It will be