Monday, November 24, 2014

Guest Author - Tara Rose

Night Moves (MFM) 
The Doms of Sybaris Cove 6

By: Tara Rose | Other books by Tara Rose Notify me of Tara Rose's new releases
Categories: Erotic RomanceBDSMContemporaryMenage a Trois/Quatre
Word Count: 52,395
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

 
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, December 1st
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, role play, sex toys, HEA]
Nita Trudeaux had her heart broken by Keith Durante and Billy Raleigh years ago, and since then, she’d written off the self-proclaimed princes of Sybaris Cove. Until she agrees to have lunch with Brett Durante and Mark Raleigh, that is. Nita has just helped them make major inroads into discovering the origin of the curse on all male Durante and Raleigh descendants, and the men are smitten.
The voodoo priestess in training fascinates Brett and Mark, and it doesn’t take long before they fall for her. When Nita discovers the names of several demons who may have cast the curse on their great-grandfathers, the men will stop at nothing to have her for their own.
But can she overcome her past hurt and learn to trust a Durante and Raleigh man again? And even if she does, what will this discovery mean for everyone on the island?
A Siren Erotic Romance

Tara Rose is a Siren-exclusive author.

Excerpt


STORY EXCERPT

Her body felt alive, like she’d just awoken from the most restful, deep sleep she’d ever had, in which her dreams were peaceful and empowering. A humming sound took up residence in her brain, bringing with it an awareness of how her body had responded to them from the moment they’d walked into the conference room yesterday morning.
She wanted them. Not in the way she’d been curious about sex the first time with Keith, in his room while his parents watched TV downstairs, oblivious to what their son was doing. This was different. She was a goddess. A siren. A charmer. And these two weren’t going to use her or hurt her. She knew that as suddenly as she knew the sky was blue and the ocean was deep.
Nita moved toward Brett without thinking, and kissed him. Right on the mouth. She parted her lips, and when his tongue slipped inside, preceded by a surprised moan from him, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and simply let go.
His hands tangled themselves in her hair, and he tugged it, not enough to hurt, but the gesture forced loud moans from her throat and a desire to kneel at his feet and offer him anything he wanted.
His tongue and teeth raked the inside of her mouth until she was dizzy. Nita had never been kissed like this. It was heady, and exciting, and sent waves of crazy lust racing through her body. Her clit throbbed. She contracted her Kegel muscles by instinct and nearly came. All from a kiss. Imagine what will happen when we make love.
When he released her mouth, his eyes filled with surprise and more lust than she’d ever glimpsed. Instead of making her afraid, she had an urge to run her fingers along the muscles his clothing couldn’t hide. She gazed toward his crotch, where an impressive bulge tented the front of his jeans. What would he do if she unzipped them?
“I…um…I don’t know where that come from, but thank you.”
His reaction was so unlike what she’d expected that it spurred her on again. She kissed his cheek. “No. Thank you. For being such an amazing kisser.”
“I’m an amazing kisser, too.”
Nita laughed softly and turned to face Mark. “I’ll bet you are.” Just before she leaned forward to kiss him, she caught him glance over her head toward Brett, an expression of confusion on his face.
Mark was as skilled a kisser as Brett, if a bit rougher, but she liked that. He cupped her face and shoved his tongue into her mouth, forcing more moans from her. She wrapped her arms around him, as well, and he lifted her onto his lap. She didn’t need to gaze at his crotch to know he was aroused. His bulge pressed into her thigh, and she groaned again as erotic images of making love to both men danced through her head.
Where the hell had this come from? She didn’t care. She only knew it was right, and she wanted them.
When Mark released the kiss, he brushed a finger along her face. “Nita…we’re only human. Tell us what you want here. I don’t want to assume anything…and I know Brett doesn’t either.”
“Will you laugh?”
“Oh my God, of course not.” Brett moved to the coffee table so he could see her, as well. “Never. I know this isn’t like you. I know that took…I don’t know what. Courage. Boldness. Everything you had to dig deep to find. We would never take advantage of that, or use it to hurt you. Never.”
She swallowed hard. “That’s all I needed to hear. Thank you.”
Mark placed a finger on her face again and turned it toward him. “Then I only have two questions. What do you want from us tonight, and do I kiss as well as Brett does?”
She chuckled. “Yes, you do.”
“And the answer to the first one?” asked Brett.
She gazed from one to the other, breathing hard now. Her entire body was on fire. She’d never felt this way, and it was so liberating and amazing that she was certain she’d sprout wings and fly any second now. Just say it! This was what she’d fantasized about when she was barely old enough to understand what sex was. Not to be taken and used, but to be cherished and cared for, and treated like a precious treasure.
In a way, she was giving her body to them just as if she was about to have sex for the first time. Because her prior sexual encounters had been anything but consensual. This time, she’d do it right. The way she’d always dreamed it should have been.
She took a deep breath. “I want you to make love to me. Both of you. The right way. The way it’s supposed to happen.”
They both exhaled out loud as if they’d been holding their breath. “If we do this,” said Brett, “we don’t do it half-assed. And by that I mean I don’t want a one-night stand.” He glanced toward Mark for a second. “I have no fucking clue if this can work…or how it will work, but I don’t only want you for one night.”
“Same here,” said Mark. “This is crazy.” He chuckled softly and shook his head, then ran his fingers through his hair. “Don’t misunderstand me, but I feel like I’m drugged or something. Did you put some voodoo hex on us or what?”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Do you know what I was dreaming about?”
She lay on her left side and stretched her arms overhead, feeling wanton and very sexy for the first time in her life. “No. What?”
“Me fucking that tight, hot pussy while you suck on Brett’s cock at the same time.”
“Really?” asked Brett.
“Yeah. Really.”
“I’d love to make that dream come true.”
Really?” She laughed because they both asked it at the same time, in identical tones of voice.
“Yes, really.” She reached for Brett, grasping his dick in both hands. She had no idea what to do, so she went on instinct, brushing her fingers over the veiny surface. It had a surprisingly velvety feel to it, as well, and judging by his moans, she was doing something right. When she moved to his balls, Brett’s moans grew louder and he tangled his fingers in her hair.
“That is really hot to watch,” said Mark, his voice breathy and far away.
“Feels pretty fucking good, too.” Brett moved closer to her face, and she opened her mouth. He slid his cock into her so gently that she had to blink back tears again. She hadn’t expected them to be so careful.
As he thrust slowly, Mark teased her pussy lips and clit, and then he slid his dick into her. Nita couldn’t believe the intensity of the sensations. Mark and Brett each thrust together, and she could barely hang on to what little control she still had. It didn’t matter anymore. She was theirs, body and soul now, so Nita simply let go.
Mark pushed deeper into her pussy, rubbing her clit at the same time, and her orgasm was so strong and so sudden that she had to consciously relax her mouth so she didn’t accidentally bite down on Brett. He slid more of his cock into her mouth, and she relaxed her throat muscles so she wouldn’t gag. She had no clue what she was doing, but judging by his soft grunts and the dreamy look on his face, she guessed it felt good.
“Can we switch?” asked Mark, withdrawing.
Brett made a sound that she assumed meant he agreed, and then he took his dick out of her mouth and kissed her, tongue and all. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For all of this.”
“No, thank you. Both of you. For being so considerate and…so wonderful.”
“Oh, Nita. You should have had this much care and passion when you were younger.”
“It’s all right.” She brushed her hands along his torso. “It doesn’t matter. That part of my life is dead and gone. I’m here now, with both of you. This is my reality.”
Mark took off his condom and knelt next to her face. “Wise woman. You understand what’s truly important in life. Most of our relatives could take a lesson from you.”
She gazed into his eyes as he slid his cock into her mouth. Brett put on a condom and slipped his dick into her pussy, and then they began to thrust again. Mark held her head still with both hands, and just as she’d experienced a thrill when Brett caught her wrists above her head, erotic images danced through her head at being restrained this way.
Would they tie her up one day and spank her? Or do whatever it is they did to subs? She knew nothing beyond the few details Celina had shared with her, but now she wanted all of it. She needed to experience anything and everything these two could give her.
Brett played with her clit and her ass cheeks as he fucked her pussy, and when he lightly slapped her ass, she groaned so loudly that Mark pulled out. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m sorry. That was a noise that meant I liked it.”
They exchanged a quick glance. “Well then,” said Mark, “perhaps it’s time to introduce you to some play?”
“Oh…I would love that. Yes. Please.”

* * * *

Nita hoped they weren’t done with the fucking, but now that they’d suggested kink, she wasn’t going to stop them. Her entire body tingled with anticipation as Brett crawled off the bed and opened an armoire. She sat up and gasped at the array of toys inside. Everything from floggers to metal cuffs hung neatly on hooks or rested on shelves. “Is that product from Phoebe’s Playthings?”
He turned and grinned. “Of course. You think I’d use a competitor’s toy?”
“Well, I don’t know. You might.”
Mark grabbed her around the waist and bent her over, delivering several blows to each ass cheek in quick succession. Nita screamed in laughter as endorphins raced through her body. Her lust was so intense now that she became dizzy. When he was done, she didn’t move, hoping he’d start again. “That’ll teach you to even suggest such a thing.”

Monday, August 11, 2014

FAVORITE AUTHORS - Tara Rose

 

Behind Blue Eyes (MFM)
The Doms of Sybaris Cove 1

By: Tara Rose | Other books by Tara Rose 
Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre
Word Count: 45,620
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

 
PRE-ORDER!
AVAILABLE: Monday, August 11th
This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, August 18th.
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, flogging, paddling, cropping, sex toys, HEA]
Sales VP Alaina Pembrooke isn’t happy when her ex-boyfriend screws up yet another order with one of her biggest accounts at Phoebe’s Playthings. Shipping department heads Taj Durante and Jeff Raleigh finally have no choice but to fire him. When Alaina, Jeff, and Taj realize that Alaina’s boss and her ex were secretly lovers, all three become unwilling pawns in a dangerous game of corporate greed and betrayal.
Taj and Jeff are descendants of the men who founded Phoebe’s Playthings, and are also under the curse placed on the males of both families. If they try to leave the island, they die. Both men have buried themselves in the work of running the company, but when Alaina becomes their lover and their submissive, they know they’ve found the woman they’ve each waited for.
But can they stop Alaina’s boss and her ex from ruining the company their ancestors built, and from driving away the woman they love?
A Siren Erotic Romance
 
Tara Rose is a Siren-exclusive author.

Excerpt

 
STORY EXCERPT
 
“Stay as long as you want.” Jeff dried his hands on a dishtowel and joined them both in front of the bookcase. “I don’t suppose you’d want to watch an old western with us?”
She laughed. “Actually, that sounds wonderful right now.”
“Really?” They both asked it at the same time, identical looks of surprise on their faces, and she laughed again.
“Yes, really. I don’t want to go home yet.” Now she simply sounded pathetic, although it was true. Nothing awaited her at home except solitaire on her iPad and a tub of ice cream in the freezer that she’d been saving all week.
“We don’t want you to go,” said Taj. “Pick out a movie.”
She shook her head. “I couldn’t. We’d be standing here all night. You two pick and I’m sure I’ll enjoy it, no matter what it is.”
Jeff took a seat on the sofa and Alaina sat next to him, admiring Taj’s ass as he moved back and forth, running a finger along the spines of the disc cases. Finally, he selected one, popped it in the Blu-ray player, pushed buttons on the remotes, and then The Treasure of the Sierra Madre lit up the big-screen TV.
“Oh good. I love this one.”
They both looked surprised again.
“You’ve seen it?” asked Taj, taking a seat on her opposite side.
“Yes, I have. I love Bogey.”
He raised his brows and shot Jeff a look over her head. She ignored it and settled back against the cushions, kicking off her boots and curling her legs under her body. She didn’t miss the way both men eyed the hem of her skirt as it hiked up higher at the gesture. She ignored that, too. Let them look.
By fifteen minutes in, it was obvious the guys had seen this movie so many times that they could quote all the dialogue, and were bored out of their minds with it. She laughed until her sides ached as they each tried unsuccessfully to imitate Humphrey Bogart’s speech, and then Taj tossed a sofa cushion at her, a mock look of hurt on his face, and she thought she’d pee her pants from laughing so hard.
She tossed it right back, hitting him square in the chest, and he fell off the sofa and clutched his side. “She got me…I’m dying, Jeff. She’s killed me.”
“You’re such a pussy.” Jeff tossed another cushion at him, striking him in the face with this one, and then Taj jumped up and threw the sofa cushion toward Jeff. Jeff ducked and it hit a lamp, nearly knocking it over.
“All right. I think we’re done.” Jeff picked up the sofa cushions. “Alaina is going to tell everyone at work that we act like toddlers after hours.”
“I’m not saying a word about this. No one would believe me anyway, and there would be the inevitable questions. What were you doing in Jeff’s house? Why was Taj there, too? What did you really do with them all evening?” She giggled at the looks on their faces. They were a combination of lust and delight, and she could hardly take a full breath.
It had been so long since she’d held someone in the dark, naked. She was lonely. Lonely and horny. And she wanted these two. She had since the first time she’d looked into their eyes.
But what the hell would happen Monday morning at work? And what would Sallyanne say? And did any of that really matter? She was an adult and so were they. Couldn’t they all just have a fun time and not make a big deal out of it? Just one night, to ease the pain of feeling so alone all the time. Would they give her that if she asked? No strings attached. Just sex. Just for tonight.
They both stared at her, and as she watched the emotions cross their faces, one thought finally broke through hers. They wanted her, too. It was suddenly as crystal clear as the sound of the gunfight on TV and the chiming of a clock somewhere in the room. It came off them in waves that she could see and taste. They floated on the air toward her, the same way soft breezes blew in through the open windows, bringing with them the smell of coming rain.
“I’m on the pill,” she said, her voice coming out in a breathy whisper that she wasn’t even sure they’d hear. “But I haven’t had sex in…” Good God, that was a long time. “In years. And I have no STDs. I’m certain of that.”
Taj picked up the remote and flipped off the TV and Blu-Ray player. Jeff hadn’t taken his eyes off her. “It’s all right,” he said softly, his voice both dominant and tender at the same time. “Neither do we.” She actually saw him swallow. “But we need to know one thing. Are you absolutely sure you want this?”
She nodded. “One hundred percent positive.”
He and Taj exchanged a glance she couldn’t interpret. She couldn’t take it any longer. She moved toward them, not sure which one to approach first, but she didn’t have to decide. Taj pulled her into a tight embrace and planted a kiss on her lips that was so hot she literally would have slumped to the floor if his strong arms hadn’t encircled her.
She parted her lips to let his tongue inside as a moan escaped her throat. One of them brushed his hands over her back and then her ass cheeks, but she didn’t give a shit which one it was. Taj’s tongue raked the inside of her mouth, and then hands were tangled in her hair as well.
She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and let her mind go blank, just absorbing the energy and the sensations. She’d never been kissed like this. She’d never had such an intense moment of raw sexual energy coursing through her body. It shattered her emotions and rendered her grip on reality useless. She couldn’t do anything except feel. She didn’t want to. She only wanted them to take her, open her up, and use her until there was nothing left.
 
ADULT EXCERPT
 
When Taj pulled down her pants and panties, she started to turn around, but stopped herself. Her face burned with embarrassment. If anyone was on the shore right now, God only knew what they would think. She had assumed he’d keep her pants on, but clearly they meant to smack her bare, sore, and already-bruised ass with those things. She was in big fucking trouble here. And she loved it. Every decadent second of it.
 
* * * *
 
“Ouch! Jesus Christ!” Alaina couldn’t believe how much it hurt when he hit her bare ass with the oar. He’d obviously been holding back before. She started to move but remembered their words. She was not going to start this over again.
“Good girl.” Taj’s deep, sexy voice didn’t help much. She gritted her teeth as the next two blows were delivered, wondering how the fuck she was going to get through seven more, and then ten with a bamboo pole.
But at the same time, her pussy was soaking wet and her clit began to throb. Images of fucking them both on this boat filled her mind, and she hung on to those as the next three blows were delivered. She yelled so loudly that she swore she heard her voice echoing off the mountainsides. Tears stung her eyes.
“Just four more. You can do it.” Taj’s voice lulled her a bit more this time, but when he delivered the last four, she cried out again and the tears spilled over her lashes.
He caressed her ass cheeks and nuzzled her neck. “Good girl. I am so proud of you right now.”
Oh God. She was so fucking turned on it was ridiculous. She mentally begged him to fuck her, just like this, bent over and hanging on to the back of a chair for dear life. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
She heard Taj move away and sneaked a peek to her right to watch Jeff pull another pole out of the bag in which they were kept. Could she really do this? Yes. She could. She wanted to. She wanted to do it for them, because no one had ever indulged her fantasies like this or tried to help her overcome her tendency to control everything, and never settle down and have fun.
The tears ran down her face, but they weren’t only from the pain. She was overcome with emotion, and with what this actually meant. They cared about her so much, and were willing to help her become a better person. The kind of person she wanted to be, not what they thought she should strive for. They’d recognized a character trait in her that she despised, and they were going to help her change it. Or soften it, at least. No one had ever cared enough to even try and do something like that.
She wasn’t going to disappoint them. She was going to do this for them.
When the first blows struck her ass, she yelled again. This was serious shit. It burned in a way the riding crop had, but worse. Much worse. Jeff paused between strikes, but tears still ran down her face and her ass was on fire. It was a struggle not to move.
“Five more. You’re halfway there. You can do this.”
She knew she could, but oh man did it hurt. When he was finally done, she understood the difference big time between play and punishment. And she never wanted to feel it again. She would do anything not to feel that again.
He nuzzled her neck as Taj had done, and caressed the wounds he’d just made, rubbing something cool and soothing on her ass cheeks. “This will help. I am so proud of you. So very proud of you. I didn’t think you could do it, but you did. No more impact play on your ass this weekend. You’ve had enough. But don’t worry. We have plenty of other ways to play.”
He helped her stand, and then he pulled her into a tight embrace. Behind her, Taj caressed her hair and back, and then Jeff kissed her rough and deep, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She made a loud noise in the back of her throat as Taj pulled off her top and removed her bra so quickly that she barely had time to process it.
Jeff released the kiss, and then he helped her step out of her pants and panties, lifting each foot to take off her shoes and socks as well. Taj dragged what looked like a pool cushion to the front of the boat, and Jeff pointed. “On your hands and knees. Now.”
“Yes, Sir.” She could hardly breathe. This was so damn exciting and unexpected that her pussy had already begun contracting in tiny spasms. It was the ultimate fantasy. Punished and then fucked, rough and hard. She’d wanted this so badly, and here it was, about to become reality.
She heard them both put on condoms, and glanced up just to make sure she hadn’t hallucinated it. Where they got them, she had no idea. But did it matter? Taj pulled her hair. Not hard enough to really hurt, but she definitely knew he had done it. He knelt behind her, and then with his other hand he reached underneath to rub her clit.
“You’re so fucking wet and ready for us, aren’t you? You’re a bad girl. I knew you were. You want us to fuck you. Admit it.”
She cried out as her orgasm drew even closer at his words. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Sir. I want you both to fuck me.”
He tugged her hair. “Are you a bad girl?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes. I’m a very bad girl. You wouldn’t have punished me otherwise.”
“That’s right. You are.” His fingers grazed her clit, bringing her closer and closer. “And bad girls get fucked as well.”

Friday, August 8, 2014

FAVORITE AUTHORS - Jane Jamison

 

Riding Her Cowboy Doms (MFM)
Pleasure, Texas 4

By: Jane Jamison | Other books by Jane Jamison 
Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Word Count: 46,032
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

 
PRE-ORDER!
AVAILABLE: Friday, August 8th
This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, August 15th.
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, whipping, paddling, sex toys]
Eva Marie McAlister vows to keep herself for true love. But keeping her vow isn’t easy working as a waitress at the BDSM club. Until she finds the men she wants, it’s a policy of “hands off the private parts.”
Cowboys Gage and William Langham are hired on at Pleasure Ranch and the club. When Eva Marie is assigned to help them learn how to be the best Doms they can be, they quickly realize she could be more than just their teacher.
As natural Doms, Gage and William catch on fast and soon end up teaching their submissive a thing or two. She’s riding them hard and they want the chance to repay the favor. But no matter what, Eva Marie’s sticking to her guns when it comes to giving it up.
The Dom/sub lessons are going well. But when another wants control, the threat spins their lives into chaos.
A Siren Erotic Romance
 
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
 

Excerpt

 
STORY EXCERPT
 
Eva Marie reached into the duffel bag she’d thrown in the pickup’s bed and pulled out her waitress uniform. Bending over, she hooked the back of the black halter top, then buttoned the straps behind her neck. With that done, she shimmied the tight skirt over her hips and zipped it at the waist. Club rules meant not wearing any panties.
“Besides, you’re two full-grown men. I figure I haven’t got anything you haven’t seen before.”
“That might be true, but yours looks a lot better than most we’ve seen.”
She did a little curtsy at William. “Thank you, sir. I’m glad you noticed.”
“And you know how to use your body. That was quite the show.”
Gage was harder to handle than his brother. “I figure you two will be dropping by the club after work sometime, so why not give you a preview of what you can expect?”
Wickedness seeped into Gage’s expression. “I heard we can expect a whole lot more than just a show.”
She’d let them know how it was right from the get-go. “From others, maybe, but not from me. I don’t do the playtimes.”
“Now that’s a damn shame.” William wasn’t teasing her. He was dead serious.
“And what’s your name, darlin’?” asked Gage.
It wasn’t the first time she’d been called darlin’, but he’d said it with a little extra rawness she liked. That along with the Southern drawl could’ve melted her panties. If she’d been wearing any. She tilted her head then flipped her hair the way she knew men liked. “Eva Marie.”
“Is that your full name?” asked William.
Again, his face had more expression in it than Gage’s, confirming that he was the more outgoing of the two. “It’s Eva Marie McAlister.”
“Okay, Eva Marie McAlister. Do you go skinny-dipping a lot?” William grinned, showing two amazing, sexy-as-hell dimples. The dimple on his left cheek pointed at the scar that ran along the side of his neck. Yet, instead of making him less attractive, it gave him a dangerous vibe in a hot, bad-boy kind of way. He had an odd combination of boy-next-door and wickedness whereas Gage was simply bad boy through and through.
“Just so you know, I’m not here every day. I don’t have a scheduled showtime or anything.”
“Wouldn’t turn it down if you did,” added Gage.
She stuffed her other clothes into the bag, then slammed the tailgate closed. Walking around to the door, she slid her bag across the torn leather seat, then turned back to them. “You should’ve told me you were spying on me.”
Gage didn’t take her joke the right way. “We were in plain sight. I wouldn’t call that spying.”
“If you were gentlemen, you would’ve told me you were there.”
William’s laughter was deep and throaty. And yeah, filled with a craving she knew only too well. His accent mirrored his brother’s. “Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re not gentlemen.”
“You aren’t foolin’ anyone, darlin’. You knew damn well we were watching.”
“Did I?” She frowned, putting on a different kind of show. “I guess it doesn’t matter now.” She hopped behind the wheel.
“You know you did.” Gage challenged her some more. “That was one hell of a show.”
She liked a good challenge. “And if it wasn’t a show?”
“Darlin’, don’t try and deny it.”
“I’m not saying one way or the other.”
“You will.”
Intriguing. That was a good word for Gage. “I will?”
“Maybe not in so many words, but you’ll tell me I’m right.”
She glanced at William, who remained quiet, his interest evident in his intense expression.
“Okay, now I’ve got to know.” She arched an eyebrow. “How do you think I’ll tell you if I don’t say anything?”
Gage studied her. “Because, darlin’, the next time we see each other, I’m going to kiss you. And when you kiss me back, your kiss will tell me you knew we were there all along.”
She chuckled, amused at his nerve. “Cowboy, you’re dreaming.”
“We’ll see.”
William shifted in his saddle. “I’ll take a part of that action.”
“No one’s going to take anything. Like I said, if you boys are looking for a little fun, try stopping by the club. I’m sure you know where it is, considering you’re riding Pleasure Ranch stock.”
“Are you putting on a show tonight?”
Gage seemed even more interested than before.
“I just might be.”
“Then we might just stop by,” added William.
She turned down the volume on the radio and switched it back to the country channel. Throwing the gearshift into drive, she gave them a wink. “See you later, boys.” She hit the gas pedal, lurching the old truck forward, and sending up a cloud of dust.
When she checked out her rearview mirror, they were in the same place she’d left them. “I sure do you hope y’all show up. Something tells me you two are going to be a lot of fun.”
 
ADULT EXCERPT
 
It didn’t take long to see the two cowboys perched on top of their mounts. To their credit, they weren’t hiding behind the trees like Peeping Toms. Instead, they sat on their mounts, their hands resting on their saddle horns, their cowboy hats pushed back on their foreheads.
She recognized the horses they rode as belonging to Pleasure Ranch. That meant they were either friends of the Casing brothers or new ranch hands. Either way it gave them more credibility than if they were just two strangers who’d wandered off the road to find her swimming buck naked in the pond.
Okay, then. If they want a show, I’ll give them one.
She swayed, just as she did at work whenever she wanted better tips. Truth be told, the sway came naturally to her. She couldn’t remember a time after the age of fifteen when she didn’t walk that way. Since a woman had hips, then it only figured she’d let them swing side to side.
By the time she’d made it to her pickup with the tailgate down and her clothes draped over it, she would’ve sworn she could feel their hot gazes burning a hole in her ass.
Like what you see, boys?
She could’ve gotten dressed right then and there, but couldn’t resist having a little fun. She opened the driver’s side door and turned the ignition key. The radio set was set on her favorite country music channel, but she hit the second button and changed channels to the more seductive rhythm and blues radio station. She turned up the volume, then sashayed back to the end of the truck.
Pay attention, boys. You don’t want to miss this.
She let the music roll through her, the bass pumping into her, driving the movements of her body. The rhythm seduced her, making her sway and swivel. Her hands naturally found their way along the sides of her hips then up to skim over her breasts and on into her hair. She’d put on a show for them, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy it, too.
The sun quickly dried the water beads off her, heating her from the outside in. Holding the tailgate, she gyrated, whipping her hair from one side to the next. Turning around, she leaned against the metal then dropped down into a sexy squat before dipping forward and jerking her body upright in a classic stripper move.
Taking a peek, she was sure they’d moved closer.
Heads up, cowboys. I’m going to make your day.
She hopped up on the tailgate, pushed her clothes out of the way, then stretched out. Her hair haloed out around her head as it had done while floating and her breasts tipped skyward when she brought her arms over her head. More than one man had drooled at her feet with less effort. She heard the snorting of a bored horse and knew that its rider wasn’t the least bit bored.
She undulated, staying with the beat of the sultry tune even when one song ended and another began. Pinching and rubbing her nipples, she cupped one breast, tucked her head, and brought the nipple to her mouth. The taste of the water struck the tip of her tongue and she moaned her pleasure.
But she wasn’t through yet. Of course, if the cowboys got too close for comfort, she’d have to be more careful, but they’d taken up a position several yards from her and hadn’t moved since then.
She snuck another glance at them. Their hats cast shadows over their faces, but it couldn’t hide the muscled builds of their bodies. If their faces were as good as the rest of them, she wouldn’t mind putting on a show for them anytime they wanted. As long as they followed the club’s rules and kept their hands off. Permission to touch was at the sole discretion of the woman.
Working at a BDSM club had presented a unique set of challenges. She’d made it clear from the start that she didn’t mind getting, or even giving, a spank or two. Not in an actual, drawn out scene, but just a quick one every so often. Real, actual sex was off the menu and everyone knew it. She’d obey the Doms and call them masters and sirs, but her vagina and a-hole were off limits.
A new song started, slowing the speed to an even sexier level. She went onto her side, and taking her blouse, put it between her legs so she could hold it at both ends. Moving it back and forth, she closed her eyes and rubbed it against her pussy, working up a pleasant fiction. She moaned, not just for their benefit, but because the longer she rubbed, the more turned on she got.
Her tongue flicked over her lips as she heard a horse nicker, and she opened her eyes to find that they’d closed the distance even more. She should’ve gotten up, but now she was too into it to stop.
Tossing her blouse away, she got onto her back again, then slid her hand between her legs. She was too immersed in what she was doing to study their faces, now that she could see them better, but she recognized that they were as handsome as she’d hoped they’d be.
A sigh escaped her when her fingers eased over the soft flesh on at the sides of her clit. Taking it lower, her fingertips teased the entrance of her pussy while she used the palm of her hand to massage her hard nub. Keeping her gaze locked on first one man then the other, she rubbed, pressing against her clit as her fingers played with her pussy.
The heat of the sun was losing in its contest with the heat burning inside her. She’d started the seduction as a tease, a game, but now she was trapped, lost in a cage of her own pleasure-making. Rubbing harder, she slid her tongue over her upper lip and wondered if, just this once, she’d give in and welcome a stranger, two strangers, as lovers.