Notorious (14 page)

She did so without complaint, her hands immediately grasping his hips and bringing him closer to her parted lips. She licked at the very tip of him, a slow, tantalizing drag of her tongue that nearly unhinged him where he stood. Having her submissive in front of him, doing his bidding with no protest and all the while his neighbor watched, it was too much.

Just too damned much.

Stacy was beautiful, her hair wild, sucking him with unabashed pleasure. She slid him deep inside her mouth, her tongue lashing, lips slurping noisily as she moaned around his shaft. He plowed his fingers into her hair, gripped either side of her head as he began to thrust. Deeper, deeper still, fucking her mouth, groaning with every drag of her lips until he felt the familiar buildup, knew without a doubt he was close.

“Not like this,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, his breathing erratic. He tugged on her hair and drew her off him and she gazed up at him with confusion etched all over her face. “I want to be inside you. Stand up. Turn around.”

She got to her feet and turned, offering her lush backside to him. Without his order, as if she read his mind she placed her splayed hands on the cool sliding glass door and bent over. Offering him a view of her wet, pink folds.

“Fuck.” He went to his bedside table and withdrew a condom, sheathing himself with lightning movements. Rushing back to her, he took a hold of her slender waist, ran his free hand across her silky smooth ass, earning a shiver out of her. He wanted to tease, wanted to watch her jump out of her skin and he dragged his index finger down the shadowy crack of her ass lightly, tickling her, making her giggle and squirm.

Without warning he lifted his hand away and gave her a resounding, hard smack across one pretty plump cheek.

“Ouch!” She jumped and he watched in satisfaction as her skin reddened from his palm. He couldn’t remember the last time he gave anyone a little swat on the ass.

“Tell me that didn’t just make you wetter,” he murmured, bending over her, his front pressed against her back. Their bodies were sweaty, their skin stuck together for the briefest moment, binding them. “Tell me you didn’t like it, and I’ll never do it again.”

She was silent but for the low whimper that escaped her as she rubbed wantonly against him. Her ass brushed his cock, and he slid inside her easily. Fully, balls deep.

Damn, she was wet. Their mingled groans filled the room, and he glanced out the window. Saw that his mysterious neighbor watched them. His mouth slack, his eyes like slits as he continued to stroke himself in time with Eric’s strokes inside Stacy’s willing body.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” she said on a moan, her head bent low, all attention to their watcher long forgotten, at least on her part. She was too wrapped up in the incessant fucking, the meeting and connection of their bodies. He thrust harder, faster, his hands gripping her hips so tight surely he’d leave a mark.

He found at the moment, he really didn’t fucking care. Hell, he could almost get off on the thought of leaving a mark, of marring her skin, marking his territory, letting everyone know that she belonged to him. She was his.

Mine.

The single word ran rampant through his brain.

Mine, mine, mine.

She was his. She would belong to no other, just him. Always him. She’d admitted her love for him, the sweetest, most poignant words ever spoken and he’d confessed his love for her in return.

Mine.

They were together. They belonged together. For better or worse and it didn’t matter one good goddamn if he sounded like he just recited wedding vows, he was that gone over her. The mere thought of marrying her, making her his in a permanent and legal way sent a warm, exciting tremor rumbling throughout his body.

“You belong to me,” he muttered as he fucked her relentlessly, the sound of their connecting bodies loud and juicy. Arousing and delicious. She was so wet, so stuffed full of him and he knew she was close. Could tell by the tempo of her breathing, the clenching and tightening of her body.

“Yes,” she panted, out of breath, gasping for air. “I belong to you.”

“No one else.” He thrust hard, making her cry out. “Not ever.”

“Only you, Eric. Only you.” The last word keened as she climaxed, her entire body shuddering. Her inner muscles clamped tight around his shaft, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing until he had no choice but to come.

Which he did. With a loud, resounding roar of approval. His entire body shook with his release, it felt as if his cock would never stop spurting come and then finally, finally it was over.

As was their performance. It was good while it lasted but damn it, now he wanted Stacy all to himself.

Eric took her into his arms. Just lifted her as if she weighed nothing and hauled her to the bed, gently setting her down. She watched in exhausted splendor as he went to the sliding glass door and saluted his neighbor with a jaunty wave of his hand and tip of his head, then jerked the curtains shut. With a giggle, she pulled the cool sheet up, covering herself and he frowned when he noticed, shaking his head.

“I’m cold,” she said in explanation.

“I’ll come and warm you up.” The wicked smile that followed his statement meant he would no doubt warm her up and then some.

Not that she minded.

He went to the bed and lay down next to her, drawing her close. She went willingly, snuggling against his chest, breathing deep his familiar fragrance, a mixture of his cologne, soap and a hint of sweat. His chest was still damp, his body relaxed and loose though she swore she caught a glimpse of his rising cock when she glanced down.

As if he might be ready for action again—and soon.

Unbelievable. The man was insatiable.

“I think we have a new fan,” Eric said with a chuckle, drawing his fingers down her arm.

She shivered at the light touch and giggled. “I’m sure.” Immediately she sobered and glanced up at him. “You must think I’m a complete slut.”

“No.” He pulled her closer and dropped a kiss to her forehead. “I think you’re perfect.”

“I am far from perfect.” She shook her head and practically snorted.

Eric slipped his fingers beneath her chin and tilted her head up so their gazes met. His expression was serious, intent as he looked into her eyes. “Hey.” His voice was soft yet firm. “Don’t insult the woman I love.”

She sighed with pure happiness. Would she ever grow tired of hearing him say that?

Probably not.

About the Author

After leaving the crazy working world to become a stay-at-home mom, Karen realized she needed to get crackin’ and pursue her lifelong dream of being a published writer. A busy mother of three, she fits her precious writing time in between chasing her children, hanging out with her wonderful husband and pretending she has a maid. She lives in California.

To learn more about Karen Erickson, please visit www.karenwritesromance.com. You can also send an email to Karen at http://karenwritesromance.com/contact.

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Scandalous

© 2010 Karen Erickson

Playing with Fire, Book 3

A teenage crush on her big brother’s boyfriend. It was one of the few times in her spoiled-little-sister life that Alexa had to swallow the word “no”. She got over it, or she thought she had—until her brother’s wedding brings Eric back into her life, as flirty and fun as ever. It never mattered to her that he’s gay. Attraction is attraction.

One illicit kiss, and their reconnection blows her mind and rekindles girlish hopes. Then he sets her away from him and runs like hell.
 

Eric can’t believe that a woman’s touch arouses him. Not just any woman, but sweet Alexa, and he can’t help but want more. Desperate to come clean, he confesses all to his steady boyfriend, Brandon, expecting anger. But Brandon’s intrigued. He wants to meet the woman who’s tied Eric up in knots. With luck, maybe she’ll relight the spark between them.

Alexa may have lost her chance with Eric, but the consolation prize—a fling with him and Brandon, is too tempting to resist. She never expected to love both men, or to secretly yearn to belong to the one who commands her body like no other…

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Scandalous:
 

Alexa went still at Brandon’s seemingly innocent words. Well it was his tone that was innocent
—
his words were anything but.

“Then what would you say if I told you that you could have sex with Eric, but I’m part of the bargain. Would you be interested?”

She accepted their invitation for drinks and ended up getting propositioned within minutes of arriving? What the hell?

And what the hell was wrong with her that she was actually considering it?

“You don’t have to answer that,” Eric said, reaching across the table to give her hand a gentle squeeze. His expression was full of both understanding and worry, and she wondered if he even knew his boyfriend had been going to mention something like this.

Her gaze drifted back to Brandon and noted the tension in his firm jaw, the rigid line of his impossibly broad shoulders. The guy was a regular Adonis. She bet if she stripped him naked he would be male perfection personified. And his face…no wonder Eric fell for him. It was a thing of pure masculine beauty with the most gorgeous set of lips she’d ever seen on a man.

The thought of those lips wandering over her skin, kissing her mouth, sucking on her nipples, sent a rush of tingles cascading throughout her body.

“I’ll answer it,” she finally said, once she recovered her voice. “Is that why you guys invited me out tonight? To see if you could get in my pants?”

“Of course not,” Eric said at the same time Brandon offered a simple “yes”.

The two men glared at each other, and she had the insane urge to giggle uncontrollably.

“I have a tendency to believe Brandon over you, Eric,” she said, her voice soft, her breath lodged in her throat as she waited for their reply.

Eric sighed and shook his head. “Fine. It was his idea. He became interested when I told him I kissed you and became…aroused.”

A little thrill filled her at the thought that their outrageous kiss had caused the same reaction within Eric as it had for her. “I told you it was intense.”

“It was,” Eric admitted, his gaze skittering in Brandon’s direction.

Brandon didn’t seem bothered by his admission in the least. “He’s never been interested in a woman before. Not like he’s interested in you, Alexa. And that interests me.”

She finally couldn’t contain it any longer; she laughed. Laughed and laughed even as the server brought over their plate of appetizers. Her hunger was long forgotten as she considered this odd situation she found herself in.

Months of the single life and she’d been okay with it. She hadn’t found anyone who interested her and that had been fine. She had her vibrator when the urge for an orgasm came over her. She viewed it as stress relief more than anything.

But now she had not just one but two gorgeous guys interested in her. Two gay guys who…what? Wanted to include her in their kinky sex games? Did they both want to fuck her at the same time? Were they exhibitionists and wanted to fuck each other while she watched?

Her pussy grew wet at the thought. These two gorgeous men, naked bodies entwined, mouths wrapped around each other’s cocks. Brandon sinking his cock inside Eric’s body and both of them moaning…

Her cheeks flamed, and she took another much-needed drink. “So you want to fuck me.”

Eric nearly spit out the potato skin he’d been munching on. “Jesus, Lex.”

“I want to get to know you first,” Brandon said quietly as he watched her carefully. Damn if she didn’t want to squirm. “I think something could—happen if we let it.”

“This is weird,” she said with a slight shake of her head.

“Don’t question it,” he said, his deep voice low, rippling along her nerve endings and making the tiny hairs on her arms stand up. “Just go with your gut reaction. What’s it telling you to do?”

She studied his face, his hazel eyes, his beautiful, sinful mouth. God, he really was gorgeous. The most gorgeous man she’d ever encountered. And Eric certainly was no slouch. He was beautiful in his own right with the dirty blond hair and sharp masculine features. She knew many of the women and even a few of the men in the building cast envious glances her way—only because she sat at the table with two of the most handsome men in the entire bar.

“My gut’s telling me that you’re crazy.” She paused and let her words sink in, experienced a little thrill when she caught the worried glimmer shining in his eyes. “And that I’m crazy for even considering it.”

“You’d consider it?” She heard the shock in Eric’s voice, and she laughed again.

“I would. Now tell me how you boys are going to convince me this is the right thing to do?”

“This has nothing to do with right or wrong.” Brandon’s expression was intense, subdued.

The second time around is even sweeter…with cherries on top.

Sweet Caroline

© 2010 Lissa Matthews

Blue Jeans and Hard Hats, Book 1

Buck doesn’t do personal projects. Until he runs into a woman wandering the aisles of the local home-improvement store, looking lost and confused. Just the way this fantasy looks at him nearly buckles his knees. In a hot second, the successful owner of a contracting company becomes a simple handyman, ready and willing to get as personal as the lady will allow.

Since her less-than-golden marriage to the local golden boy ended, Caroline’s declaration of independence includes her own business, road trips…and nipple piercings. Now it’s time to cut the last tie to her old life, but the house needs some work before she can unload it and move to her dream cabin in the mountains. Hard as it is to admit, she needs a little help.