With a curt nod, some of the tension eased from Nate’s features. “Make it good, college boy.”
’Tis the season for double seduction.
Checking it Twice
© 2012 Jodi Redford
The only item on Jana Colton’s Christmas list this year is Kevin Monahan. Preferably naked in her bed. The delicious, hunky chef has been resisting her forever, but she’s pulling out all the sexy stops this holiday. Especially since his acceptance of an out-of-state job threatens to nix her quest to rock his boxers off.
Jana has always been Kevin’s personal Kryptonite, but giving in to her isn’t an option. Relationships are a four-letter word in his book. He cares far too much for Jana to let his emotional baggage ultimately break her heart.
With the arrival of his best friend, Nick Pappas, the balance of temptation shifts. From their past history of sharing women, Nick knows every dirty trick it takes to lead Kevin astray, and he’s not afraid to use them. Particularly since Nick’s convinced that Jana is exactly what Kevin needs to be happy and whole.
Their game of seduction quickly snowballs into something that feels an awful lot like love—in triplicate. But with Kevin dead set on leaving Michigan, there’s a real possibility it could be a blue Christmas for them all.
Warning
This book contains an extremely tormented voyeur, a very naughty and not so saintly Nick, a liberal application of candy cane-flavored body paint, a buzzing butterfly, and enough raunchy fun on a sex swing to melt a snowman…or two.
Enjoy the following excerpt for
Checking it Twice:
Nick shifted his position, his free hand grasping Jana’s nape seconds before his mouth covered hers in a devouring kiss that was far wickeder than the one Kevin had walked in on three days ago. He’d witnessed Nick in action too many times to count and was no stranger to the power of his seduction. Even so, those past instances were a pale shadow of the raw, animalistic hunger inherent in Nick’s performance now.
He knew without any doubt Nick was seducing him as equally as he was Jana. The son of a bitch knew his weaknesses. Knew how to fucking get him. Much as it infuriated Kevin, he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Temptation a hypnotic siren in his head, Kevin unconsciously took a halting step forward, his gut tensing. As if he’d sensed Kevin’s approach, Nick coasted his hand down Jana’s rib cage and caressed her hip before disappearing beneath her skirt. A moment later, he awarded Kevin with a tantalizing flash of Jana’s bare butt cheek.
Lust nailing him square in the groin, Kevin hissed in a breath. Just like the other night, she was bare-ass naked under the skirt.
Nick released Jana but kept her close, his palm brushing her waist. He gazed directly at Kevin, the intent in his eyes a silent demand.
Play time.
Kevin swallowed, the unbreakable chain of his addiction shackling him tight. He took several more stiff-legged steps until he was standing in front of the two individuals responsible for annihilating his defenses. Jana’s breath hitched in uneven gasps. “K-Kevin…” Clouds of worry mingled with the desire dilating her pupils.
As if he’d intuited her hesitation, Nick massaged her shoulder before lightly kissing her temple. The look he offered Kevin was substantially less soothing. “She didn’t know what my plans were tonight. If you’re going to be pissed at anyone for what’s about to go down, make it me.”
He clenched his jaw. “What makes you think anything is about to happen?”
“Because I know you. And you better fucking believe I know myself. This is who we are. A big part of what makes us tick and fulfills us. I’m not going to deny that part of myself. You damn well shouldn’t either.”
His muscles tensed and rigid, he watched as Nick sipped at Jana’s lips again before murmuring to her softly and taking her hand. Her mouth trembling, she gave him one last pleading stare and turned to follow Nick. They headed toward the wrought-iron stairway leading to the upper level, and Kevin cursed under his breath. The motherfucker must have reserved one of the private rooms. Of course he did. There was no way in hell Nick would have risked a thirty-minute drive that might have granted Kevin a shot at cooling off.
Like a cornered beast, he tracked their journey as they ascended the stairs. Nick’s palm slid beneath Jana’s skirt again, providing a longer and even more mouthwatering view of her delectable, heart-shaped ass. Liquid lust boiled inside Kevin, disintegrating his willpower. No force on earth would save him now. Balling his fists in rigid defeat, he stalked after them.
They reached the landing, and Nick glanced back at him, not bothering to hide the relief and approval evident on his face. “They gave us room 208.”
Kevin gestured toward the hall ahead of them, and Nick led Jana in that direction. Once they reached the right door, Kevin slid his member card into the slot and twisted the handle. He stepped into the room first and scanned its interior. Far as rooms at Arabesque went, it was one of the tamer ones. A four-poster bed with black satin sheets that were regularly replaced with each new occupant. Varying padded cushions in different shapes stacked to one side on the floor, all used for helping maintain certain sexual positions. A table occupied the opposite corner, its surface holding a gamut of unused plugs, vibrators, lubes and condoms. You name it, the club had you covered. The only major concession to kink was the sex swing hooked to a spring over the bed. Kevin couldn’t take his damn eyes off it. At least not until Jana and Nick stepped into his line of vision.
Jana gnawed her lip. “Can I just remind you that I’m the only one in this room who’s never been in a situation like this before? I’m kind of lost here.”
Nick hugged her in reassurance. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”
“Easy for you to say.”
Brushing his lips over hers, Nick halted her troubled words. His hands drifted to her breasts. Circling his thumbs over her nipples, he broke their kiss to watch the motion of his fingers. “Are you wearing my present?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl. Do you think we should show Kev?”
Breath hitching in her throat, Jana nodded.
“I do too.” Nick pinched the ends of the bow securing Jana’s top. Giving a tug, he carefully freed the satin ribbon.
Kevin’s heart raced at the excruciatingly slow unveiling. Finally the fabric gave, and the soft fullness of Jana’s breasts inched the top open. Nick slid the garment from Jana’s arms and let it drop to the carpet. Like a moth drawn to flame, Kevin zeroed in on the small silver hoops and dangling beads decorating her nipples. His mouth went a thousand degrees of dry. “
Sweet Jesus
.”
“No.
Sweet Jana
.” Giving a hum of approval, Nick gently tugged the tiny beads, making her nipples tighten. “I knew these would look fantastic on you. Are you wearing the rest of what I gave you?”
Kevin gulped. There was more? He was never going to fucking survive this.
“Y-yes.”
“Excellent.” Moving with the same snail pace he’d employed with her top, Nick started on the skirt’s buttons. He paused for a moment to trace the upper seam on one of her stockings. “We’re going to leave these on for now. I’m a big fan of the naughty-elf look.”
Jana’s lips twitched. “I wore them in deference to good ole St. Nick.” She transferred her sparkling gaze to Kevin. “And I already know how much
you
like this particular outfit.”
Nick glanced at Kevin, his eyebrow raised. Fortunately he didn’t hound Kevin for an explanation, and instead made swift work of the last button on Jana’s skirt and let that garment drop too.
Kevin took one look at the intriguing piece of jewelry adorning Jana’s waist, and lower, and forgot how to breathe. A delicate chain spanned her hips. A matching one bisected the middle and disappeared between her pussy lips. Perched right at her clit was a little gold butterfly, poised to take flight.
His cock on the verge of bursting through his fly, he visually drank in every exquisite detail of the mouthwatering picture she made.
“Have you ever seen anyone so beautiful and sexy?” Nick’s voice resembled gravel as he bent to flick Jana’s nipple with the tip of his tongue.
Kevin hungrily observed every wet swirl stiffening her nipple. “Not by a long shot.”
Jana shivered and gripped Nick’s head. “Oh God.”
“Feel good, sweetness?”
A throaty purr was her only response. Nick gave her nipple another lingering lap before straightening and guiding her toward the bed. His heart knocking harder, Kevin waited to see what Nick would do next.
Sitting at the foot of the bed, Nick reached for Jana again. Her eyebrows dipped in confusion, but she allowed him to coax her onto his lap and arrange her so that she faced Kevin. Planting his feet farther apart, Nick nuzzled Jana’s neck, making her eyelashes flutter on a blissful moan. Nick slid his mouth up to her earlobe and sucked it between his teeth. She jolted in his arms.
“Some women can come just from having their neck kissed.” Nick swirled his tongue in the hollow beneath her ear. Jana’s breathing ratcheted up, and he immediately stopped. “We’ll mark that down for future exploration, but this time?” Nick’s smile turned darker than sin. “This time I’m not going to make it that easy on you.”
Kevin’s balls tightened. So it was going to be Nick’s favorite game tonight. String out the torment.
Nick traced teasing figure eights along Jana’s upper arms. “My goal is to find all of your climax triggers.
Your
goal is to not come until I let you.”
Jana released a wispy breath. “That doesn’t sound like a very good goal for me to pursue.”
“It is, sweetness. Especially since when you
do
come, it’s going to be a million times more spectacular.” Nick’s hands roved inward and massaged the weight of her breasts.
The sight of Nick fondling her was almost more than Kevin could take. His cock throbbing, he adjusted his fly. Hawk-eyed Nick didn’t fail to notice the move. “Poor Kev. He’s already near the breaking point. This is going to be nearly as hard for him as it is for you, baby.”
This biker chick longs for the open road…until two Kiowa cowboys shift her gears.
Boots and Leather
© 2012 Myla Jackson
Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 2
Eight months ago, Libby Jones parked her motorcycle in Temptation, Texas, to work at the Ugly Stick Saloon. Since then she’s grown to love the bar’s feeling of family, but now it’s time to hit the road. The longer she stays, the greater the risk her father’s investigators will track her down.
Yet she can’t resist taking the Gray Wolf twins up on their offer to go riding on their ranch. Even though getting involved should be the last thing on her mind.
Ever since Libby landed at the Ugly Stick, Mark and Luke Gray Wolf have been trying to capture her attention. She's blown them off at every turn, until now. Their plan: expose her to the delights only twins can provide—and persuade her to stay for the long haul.
Libby’s longing for a life she can’t have makes her delay her departure just a heartbeat too long. Her hesitation gives her past time to walk through the saloon door, and all hell to break loose. Now the twins have a fight on their hands to teach her that being free doesn’t mean she can’t let go of her heart.
Warning: Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon. Pull up a chair and set a spell, you're gonna wanna hear this tale about two hot Kiowa twins and a leather-clad biker chick. Multiple partners, a little BDSM, and one skinny-dippin' scene so hot it’ll make the pages sizzle!
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Boots and Leather:
Luke spoke first. “Why did you come out here today, Libby?”
Libby frowned, her face burning. “Sorry, I thought you two were interested in sex. My mistake.” She sat up and leaned across Mark, reaching for her shirt.
As her bare skin connected with his, her pussy creamed and she fought to drag air into her lungs. How embarrassing to be so brazen with these two men and them not want any part of her.
Mark’s arms wrapped around her, dragging her up his body to face him. “I don’t make it a habit to pounce on a woman, unless I know for certain that’s what she wants. Up until the point you took off your shirt, I wasn’t hedging my bets.”
“And he wanted to pounce.” Luke laughed. “My brother isn’t known for his willpower when it comes to a beautiful woman.”
Still stinging from their lack of response, Libby pushed against Mark’s chest, her fingers meeting with the hard muscles. “I took off my shirt. Good grief, what did you think I meant?”
“After the other night, we’re not sure what
you
want, but we know what we want. We want you.” Luke shook his head, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. “Still, considering your decision to leave town after what we’d shared the other night, we weren’t going to risk making any assumptions. If you want to make love with us, say so.”
Oh, man, she wanted to really bad, her entire body tensed with frustration. “That’s what I
wanted
.” She stretched her arm farther, her fingers grasping for the shirt she hoped to hide behind. “Now, I’m just embarrassed.”