AVAILABLE: Tuesday, November 28th
In Her Double Delight, seven single, Southern women, all friends, all with troubled pasts, begin a new life in Delite, Texas, running a club and dance hall called Dixie Chix. Susanna is in charge. Her four friends help around their club, but she’s waiting for her two cousins to arrive. They’re on the run, and trouble’s coming.
In Double Inferno, Paula fears dominant men after surviving an abusive relationship. Rumor has it that Matt and Tyler are Doms and they demand control and submission. In a trial run, they expose the prospects for such a relationship, and she’s interested. Too bad someone is stalking her and about to claim Paula as their own.
In Her Double Delite Warriors, Alexa hides in the shadows at Dixie Chix and fantasizes about Michael and Chad. The fears from her past rule her actions, and it’s easier to remain hidden than to stand out. When Michael and Chad take notice of her, she runs like hell. But Michael and Chad are soldiers, and Alexa is one woman they want to infiltrate.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
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HER DOUBLE DELIGHT
She turned and was shocked to see the sheriff of the town of Delite, Texas, BJ Parker, standing there out of uniform and looking just as intimidating without the badge. The man had such a grand personality it made her shake in more ways than just with fear. He, too, was ex-military just like most of the town. It really wasn’t a small town at all, and besides the surrounding city, it made for a great location for Dixie Chix.
She placed her hands on her hips and gave him the evil eye.
“You’re not supposed to be up here.”
He raised those big green eyes at her and gave an expression as if saying, “Honey, I can do as I please. I’m God.”
She heard Carl chuckle in the background.
She whipped her long blonde hair around and gave Carl a dirty look. “Keep an eye on things, will ya? I apparently need to speak with the sheriff.”
She confidently—well, at least she hoped that she appeared confident—walked toward him with her tight, short skirt, sequined, sheer blouse, and sexy cowgirl boots.
“Shall we?” she asked with attitude and nodded toward the door, waiting for him to exit, but he had other intentions.
“You first, ma’am.” He tipped his black Stetson while his other hand gestured for her to precede him.
She instantly inhaled his cologne and felt the zing of attraction the moment her body brushed by his very large muscular one. She knew that if she touched him, he would feel hard as stone. Many nights she imagined his other parts being hard as stone, and boy did those nights make for the worst sleep ever. She wasn’t sure what she feared more, the fact that she was attracted to a man after several years or the potential of being intimate with a man after how she had been treated in her past. She trusted her judgment, but it was easier keeping her pussy dormant than taking a chance of losing all control and power again. The sheriff had that superior personality, and with his good looks and amazing body, it would be hard for a nun to not spread her legs to get a feel. Susanna tried to shake the thoughts from her head.
She made her way down the hallway and to her office, the sound of her boot heels clicking on the hardwood floors and his echoing louder while he walked behind her. She knew he was checking her out. Ava, Juliet, Paula, and Elise had been teasing her relentlessly for the past year. They believed that the only reason why she had gotten the permit and town board approval for the dance hall was because the sheriff had been in the town municipal building that day and was instantly interested in her.
Well, she really shouldn’t entertain the attraction, especially since his brother Monte, some sort of security expert and ex-military man, had been sniffing around her, too. She sure wouldn’t like to cause trouble between brothers. Although ménage relationships were not uncommon in in town of Delite, Texas, she wasn’t interested. Her past made her cautious.
She allowed the sheriff entrance to her office and walked over toward the front of her desk. She turned around to give him a piece of her mind and let him know that she was more than capable of handling Don when she saw him close the office door and lock it.
“What are you doing?” she asked him as she placed her hands on her hips. He gave her a sexy smile then leaned against the door and stared at her with his arms crossed in front of his chest. She could barely make out the green color of his eyes under the rim of the Stetson.
“I’m at my wits’ end with you, Susanna.”
Damn him and that sexy smile, those long, thick, jean-covered thighs, and his superior presence. He towered over her by more than a foot. He looked cocky and confident even without the badge.
“I can handle this, Sheriff. So if you don’t mind, I’ve got things to do.”
She only moved a foot when he gave her an expression as if she punched him in the gut. What was up with that?
He uncrossed his arms and took a step toward her. Her entire body stiffened and hummed with awareness of him. He was a manly man. He had every inch of her body reacting to his sex appeal.
He pointed at her and his facial expression seemed angry and frustrated.
“Do you see a goddamn badge on my chest or a uniform on me? I’m not the sheriff right now. In fact, I hoped you’d get the fact that I’m here on my personal time.”
She was taken aback by his response.
“I didn’t mean to insult you, Sheriff. It’s what everyone calls you whether in uniform or not.”
He closed the distance between them, wrapped an arm around her waist, and hoisted her up against his chest, nearly knocking the breath from her lungs.
She grabbed his arms, shocked at the solidity of the stone beneath her fingertips.
“Would it kill you to call me BJ? To acknowledge these feelings we all have for one another?”
“What feelings?” She absorbed the scent of his cologne, the attraction she had for him.
“When are you going to stop fighting Monte and me? What is it going to take to get you to see what you do to us and how we feel about you?”
She tried to pull away.
“I can’t do this now. I don’t sleep around, Sheriff…BJ. I’m not what you need or what you’re looking for.”
She tried pulling away, but he held her tighter and cupped her neck and hair so she was forced to look him in the eye.
“You’re so beautiful and an amazing business woman, but you suck at lying.”
Before she could respond, he covered her mouth with his own, devouring any retort.
She felt Monte take her hand and bring it to his lips.
“Talk to us. Tell us what’s going on in that head of yours.”
She hesitated then shook her head.
“I’m not really used to this. I haven’t been with a man in quite some time, and now I’m with two.” She lowered her eyes and then BJ squeezed her hips. When she opened her eyes, he spoke to her softly.
“Baby, we know this is different. It’s the kind of relationship people around Delite are used to, but we can understand your reservations. We’ll take things slow. We both have strong feelings for you already.”
She swallowed hard and then Monte spoke.
“Baby, you can tell us anything. What’s making you hold back?”
“I’m just scared, I guess, and afraid of making a huge mistake and… feeling. I’ve been lonely.”
“Aw, baby, you don’t have to be lonely no more, and this isn’t a mistake. I promise you.” Monte held her face between his hands and kissed her softly. He continued to kiss her then caressed down her shoulders to her hands. As he released her lips, he brought one of her hands to his lips and kissed the knuckles as he held her gaze.
Monte then pulled one digit into his mouth and sucked it slowly. She watched him, and she felt her nipples harden and her pussy clench just as BJ pressed a thumb to her mound.
“Stop overthinking this and just focus on how we make you feel, baby.”
He pressed his thumbs gently against her mound. He moved it back and forth across her panties, and she grew more and more aroused.
“Touch me, Susanna. Please touch me. I need to feel you,” BJ stated. She moved her hands slowly up his arms to his shoulders and lifted up as he pressed fingers more firmly against her panties.
“That’s it, baby. I love your feminine hands on my skin.”
She grew a bit more confident, seeing how her touch affected him, and she began to undo the buttons on his shirt to feel the soft, dusting of hair on his chest. She caressed his skin and rubbed lower until she felt his belly muscles. He was fit and solid.
“Lower, baby. Take my cock out and touch it, please. I need to feel you holding me,” he whispered in a raspy voice that undid her reservations.
She licked her lips and glanced at Monte. Monte ran his hand up her thigh, under her skirt to her mound. She stirred and he took control.
“Raise up for us, honey, and do what BJ asks you.”
She looked at Monte and saw the sparkle in his eyes. His breathing sounded unsteady just like hers.
She licked her lips as her fingers gripped the waist of BJ’s jeans.
“You’re killing me,” BJ stated.
She did as she was told, needing the direction and encouragement as if she had never been so intimate before. The truth was these feelings were different. She actually wanted to please them both, arouse them both, and satisfy their hunger.
“Do it, baby,” Monte encouraged her, and she lifted up so she was kneeling over BJ on the couch with her thighs on either side of his thighs. She began to undo his jeans, and he scooted a little lower on the couch as she reached in and felt his thick, warm cock.
She pressed her fingers around it, amazed at how smooth the skin felt and how thick and hard he was. She opened her mouth to speak, but then she felt both Monte’s and BJ’s fingers against her folds.
“Oh.” She began to run her hand up and down his shaft. BJ closed his eyes then refocused on her as he pressed a digit up into her pussy.
She tightened a moment until she felt Monte rip her panties off of her and toss them behind them. “You won’t need those.”
BJ kept one digit up in her while he used his thumb to press against her clit. She rocked her hips and made a similar motion with her hand wrapped around BJ’s thick cock.
This went on for several moments until BJ gripped her hips and lifted her up. He stood with her wrapped around him and began to walk toward the staircase.
“What? Where are we going?”
“I can’t hold back, baby. I’ve wanted you for too long.”
The panicky feeling began to worsen the closer they got to his bedroom. The lights were off, and the sunset was nearly gone but left enough light to encase his extra-large bedroom with an intimate glow.
Monte reached for the light.
“No! No lights.”
BJ placed her down on the edge of the bed and lowered to the floor.
He caressed her inner thighs and began to remove her skirt.
“You that shy, baby, because I want to see every inch of you.”
She lifted up and he removed her skirt.
She nodded her head and Monte lay down on the bed beside her.
“You on the pill, baby?” Monte asked, and she nodded her head.
He smiled at her then leaned down to kiss her. Monte’s hand went to her mound as BJ caressed her thighs open and began to massage her with his hands.
“So beautiful and all ours to feast on,” Monte whispered then kissed her on the mouth. The room grew darker as they took their time exploring her. She felt safe enough when Monte undid the buttons on her blouse and removed it then the camisole below. He ran his fingers over her breasts in between kissing her mouth her neck and shoulder while BJ teased her clit.
Feeling confident that neither man could see her faint scars on her back in this dim light, she let the arousal overwhelm her.
“Release her now.”
The firm voice came from behind her as the guy released his hold and looked shocked to see the person talking. Before she could look behind her as she stepped quickly away from the three men, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and a solid chest pressed against her back. Whoever was behind her was big and muscular. His thick forearm was across her belly and she felt a large palm against her hip bone.
She turned to the right and saw Matt was there, too. His shoulder-length brown hair pressed into his blue collared shirt. The look in his eyes scared her, and she wondered what would happen next.
“What the hell? We were talking to the lady first, so take a walk,” said one of the men in slurred speech.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I saw her first and she’s mine.” The sound of Tyler’s firm, deep voice vibrated through her body. He squeezed her tighter, and she grabbed onto his forearm as he nearly lifted her off the floor. She was not only shocked by the strong authoritative tone but also by the fact that she was actually in his arms.
“Go sit back down, enjoy your beers, and leave her alone. That’s your final warning,” Matt stated, and the arm that wrapped around her pulled her away from the three men. She saw their facial expressions, and they looked downright pissed off.
She grabbed Tyler’s wrist and tried prying it off of her as he walked her away.
“Let go of me.” She looked up sideways to a large shoulder and then the mean, intense expression on Tyler’s face.
Holy fuck, Tyler looks pissed.
Suddenly her heart was racing and she felt about to vomit. Of course the smell of the other man’s stinky beer breath and cigarette smell was nearly gone and replaced with some expensive men’s cologne of Tyler’s. All fear and concern about the past situation cleared from her mind, and she was suddenly keenly in tune to Tyler. His muscular forearm was pressed below her bustline. Her breasts felt perky, and her nipples were hard. The sensation in her belly was a mix of fear and delight. Was Tyler actually paying attention to her? Only minutes ago he had ignored her at the bar.
By the time they had her in the hallway away from the crowd, she got him to release her.
“Will you let go of me, please?”
Tyler turned her around and pressed her against the wall. Her ass hit the Sheetrock and then her shoulder blades. The rhinestones on her back pockets dug into her ass, but she dared not move, not with the looks both Matt and Tyler gave her.
The two men stared down at her, and she had never realized until this moment how tall and muscular they were or how intimidating.
Tyler placed one hand against the wall over her shoulder and very close to her skin. The other hand held her waist so she was trapped against the hard surface. Matt leaned beside her with his arms crossed and a mean expression on his face. She swallowed hard.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing going over there to talk with those assholes?” Tyler asked, and she was startled by his abrasive tone.
“Damn it, woman, I asked you a question. What were you thinking?” When he raised his voice at her, she began to tremble. His hard expression, lines near the corners of his eyes and hint of whiskers on his face made him appear rustic and hard. His Adam’s apple moved, and she could see the smooth tan of his chest with the two top buttons open. She swallowed. Her mouth suddenly felt dry as the words caught in her throat.
“I didn’t think—”
He interrupted her with his face a few inches from hers. “That’s right. You didn’t think. Not for one minute did you think that perhaps a woman like you, dressed like you, looking like you, shouldn’t go near a bunch of drunk, rowdy cowboys and flaunt yourself.”
“What? I wasn’t flaunting anything!” she exclaimed then attempted to move away. She felt her large breasts bounce within the low-cut camisole. Tyler’s eyes grazed over them.
Tyler pressed the palm of his hand to her belly, and she froze in place then leaned back against the wall.
God, the man was intense.
“That asshole went after you the other night, did he not?” he asked with his tone firm and with such authority she found herself shaking and utterly turned on. That just wasn’t a normal reaction. She began to respond and stuttered.
Tyler stepped closer. He maneuvered his fingers under her hair to the base of her head. His fingers were entwined in her hair, and his right hand moved from her belly to her waist. The camisole she wore was short and revealed some of her flat belly. His thumb pressed against her skin, and she sucked in her breath. The man had a way about him, and now Matt stood with his back toward the crowd and his arms crossed in front of his chest as he stared down at her. She took an unsteady breath.
“I’m working and was making my way from the bar. I would have still been there if you hadn’t acted like a jerk.”
Tyler raised his eyebrow at her in such an adorable, sexy way she almost forgot that she was in trouble with him right now. What the hell is going on?
“You stay away from him. You stay away from every man in this place.”
“What? Are you insane or something, Tyler? Ya know what? I don’t need this. Let me go. If I have to stay away from every man in this place, then I’ll start with you and your brother.”
She began to move, but his hand gently yet firmly held her hip in place. He stared at her with such an intense expression she froze.
“You didn’t let me finish. You stay away from every man in this place except for Matt and I.”
“If you belonged to us, then I would have taken you somewhere immediately and punished you for your lack of thinking. Your job is to protect what is ours and that includes your body.”
She shook her head and stood up.
“No, no I can’t do that,” she stated with her head down and began to walk away. Matt stopped her by touching her waist. He reached under her chin and tilted her face toward him so he could see into her light-green eyes.
“You can’t trust us?” he asked her.
“I don’t know either of you. This is a mistake. I thought I knew what I wanted, what I need, but I don’t. I can’t just trust you both. I can’t give up control of me like that.”
“Why not?” Tyler asked before Matt had a chance to.
“Why not?” Matt demanded to know when she didn’t answer his brother.
“You’ll hurt me,” she whispered with her eyes closed.
Matt looked at Tyler, and he hoped his brother understood what to do.
There was silence and then Tyler’s strong, deep voice laced with Texan accent sounded. “Paula, come to me now.” He released her, and she turned toward Tyler. Tyler held her eyes and kept a serious facial expression.
“Now. Do not make me ask again.”
She walked toward him with her head down. When she was standing in front of him, he uncrossed his arms.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes.
“I understand that trust is something earned. You will be sharing your fears and your past with us sooner rather than later. But for now, we are willing to be patient to an extent. I’m going to give you an idea about what it will be like to belong to us. I guarantee there is much pleasure, even if some pain is inflicted first.”
She took a deep breath. Matt watched her chest. The urge to touch her and even taste her was tugging at him.
“Raise your hands up and cross them behind your head. Now,” he ordered, and she immediately did as she was told.
“Spread your feet apart. Further,” he added when she only moved a few inches.
Matt could see the definition in her arms and in her legs. Her breasts pushed out, revealing more cleavage. Her short skirt brushed across her tan, toned thighs.
“Look at me and focus on the sound of my voice.” Tyler moved a little closer to her and reached out to touch her cheek with his index finger. He gently glided it down her jaw to her lower lip.
“You are a very beautiful woman, Paula. Your eyes are such a brilliant shade of light green and your lips are full and plump. Did you enjoy kissing Matt?”
She nodded her head.
“Words, Paula. As much as I desire to hear you moan, I want to hear your voice.”
She blushed from his words, and Matt’s cock shoved against the zipper of his dress pants. He was so aroused right now it was hard to focus.
Tyler continued a path with his finger down her neck to her breast. He rubbed his thumb along her nipple, and she closed her eyes.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes popped open, and Tyler brushed his thumb across her nipple again. She shifted slightly, unconsciously turning so perhaps Tyler would do the same to her other breast.
“Do you like how that feels?”
He cupped her right breast fully then pinched the nipple.
“Oh.” She began to pull her arms down.
“Don’t. Keep your arms up and I will reward you for listening.”
She watched him intently as Tyler moved to give her other breast similar attention. He caressed the nipple with his thumb then cupped her breast. He rolled both nipples between his thumbs and pointer as she closed her eyes and made a soft cooing sound.
“Tell me how that feels, Paula.”
“Good. Very good.”
“Where do you feel my touch, baby?”
“Be more specific.”
“My breasts, my belly, and…”
“Down there,” she whispered so they could barely hear her.
She bit her bottom lip, and he pinched both nipples hard.
“My pussy,” she blurted out, and he smiled. Matt was about to explode in his pants. He walked behind her and ran his finger down her spine to her ass.
She pressed back against his finger.
“Did I say to move?” Tyler reprimanded her.
“Then don’t unless I tell you to.”
He moved his hands from her breast down to her torso. He could see her flat belly. Tyler moved his hands against her hips over the material of her skirt to her thighs.
“Did you like how I touched your breasts, baby?”
“Is there someplace else you want to feel my touch?”
She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. He loved that. It was a habit she did when she was nervous about speaking her mind.
“Answer him.” Matt placed his hands on her hips.
“Down where?” Matt asked.
“I can’t say it again.”
Matt cupped her breasts from behind her and she gasped.
He had his face next to her neck as he licked her skin then nibbled on her earlobe.
Tyler moved his hands under her skirt and between her thighs but not that high.
“Say it now. Where do you want me to touch you?”
She couldn’t say it.
“Turn around. Bend over the table,” Tyler ordered and she complied.
“Hands in position, legs apart, Paula. Do not make me say it again.”
She did as she was told and Matt stood there in awe.
She was bent over the round wooden table, her legs spread wide, her skirt lifted up to nearly the crevice of her ass. He couldn’t see her panties, and he wondered if she were wearing any.
“You are to obey me or receive punishment.”
“What?” she asked in a shaky voice.
“This body is ours. We own it.”
HER DOUBLE DELITE WARRIORS
She tucked her foot under her bottom and was entranced in the scene where the tall dark stranger now known as Kyle and his cousin, Derek, insisted that they should fight over the love of Fantasia. Fantasia of course refused to come between the two cousins and decided it was best to call things off. Just as Fantasia was walking away, a car came zooming down the road and nearly hit her. Fantasia was lying on the blacktop, bruised but not seriously injured.
Alexa turned the page with one hand while she kept her other hand over her heart. She felt her pulse increase, and being so enthralled in the story, she hadn’t heard anything but her own thoughts. Tonight she would go back and highlight the pages that she loved most. Especially the love scenes and how romantic and in tune to the woman the men were. She also loved when the heroines were strong and empowered. She wished she had those qualities.
“Good book?” someone asked, and she nodded her head and mumbled a yes, not even bothering to look up to see who it was.
Then she felt the large figure behind her, and she hurriedly pressed the book to her chest in fear that someone might see what she was reading. She glanced up and gasped. Michael Phillips? Oh God he is so good looking. When did he return from one of his secret assignments? She had heard the gossip around the club about a large group of Marines and their assignments. Michael and Chad were part of the group.
He raised one eyebrow at her, his dimples so visible they were practically winking at her. He held her gaze. His big blue eyes sparkled as he crossed his arms in front of his massive chest. He was wearing a T-shirt. Was he crazy? It was very cold out here.
She swallowed hard.
“It must be, because you didn’t even hear me approach, Alexa. You need to be more careful and aware of what’s going on around you.”
She furrowed her eyebrows at him. Gosh, he was so uptight and bossy. Who did he think he was anyway?
She looked around them, realizing that they were practically alone. Only an older woman and man walking hand in hand were near the small lake in the center of the park. She pulled her sweater tighter against her chest.
“I don’t think I’m in any danger, Michael. I’m in the park in Delite. What could possibly happen?” she asked as she placed her bookmark then closed the book and tucked it into her small bag. She stood up and realized just how huge and tall Michael was.
“You look cold. The fall and winter can get pretty brutal around here. Don’t you own a warm jacket?” he scolded. She pulled her sweater around her, but she felt the chill. She wasn’t certain it all stemmed from the temperature. He sounded bossy, and was that her belly that quivered in approval of his tone? Yikes, she was definitely reading too many romance novels.
“I’m fine. What about you? You’re wearing a T-shirt.” She got lost in the sight of his massive chest of muscles and the way the cotton of the shirt stretched across them. The man was a work of art. Throw in the dark camo pants he was wearing and he looked edible. She swallowed and knew she needed to focus on reality. This man was not a character in a book. He was the real deal. And after the way Chad looked about to kill her last night, she knew they were dangerous men. She’d had enough of dangerous men. Plus she was twenty-three and still a virgin even though her uncle’s men tried to take that from her, too. She shivered.
“Come on, let’s get you inside where it’s warm. I’ll buy you a cup of coffee,” he stated then reached for her. She stepped away, afraid of him grabbing her, touching her, making contact with her, and she nearly fell over the bench.
She stumbled, dropped her bag, then quickly picked it up and used the bench as a barrier between them.
“I’m good really. Thanks anyway. Enjoy the park.” She practically yelled over her shoulder as she hurried away from him.
She crossed the distance between the park and the street quickly and hurried into Stella’s Boutique. She looked out of the front window and watched as Michael made his way to the café. Two women were walking down the street, and their faces lit up from seeing him. Of course they did. She had the same reaction. He was gorgeous.
“Found something you like?” Sally whispered next to her ear as she placed her arm around her shoulder.
Alexa jumped and gasped, and Sally chuckled.
“Come here,” Michael barked at her with a fierce expression on his face.
She hesitated and wondered if she should climb right in and slide over or if she should crawl seductively over toward him. She was following her feminine instincts and hoped it worked out right.
She felt like a seductress as she held his intense gaze with one of her own. She inched her hands across the bench seat, her ass was in the air behind her in Chad’s face and she felt like a lioness about to pounce on the so-called alpha male.
His large hand came up quickly, wrapped under her hair, his forearm against her neck as he drew her to him. He covered her mouth and somehow she wound up on his lap.
Her skirt felt tight against her thighs as she kneeled over Michael’s lap. They were dueling over control of the kiss, his hands gripping her hair using his position to take control. She felt so feminine and aroused. One hand came up and cupped her breast. It was a rough, hungry grab, and she moaned into his mouth as her pussy came alive with need.
She felt the other hand move behind her between her legs and was shocked at the finger that stroked over her panties.
“Fuck, Michael, she’s wearing a thong and she’s really wet,” Chad stated. He maneuvered his finger around the thin material and found her pussy lips. Alexa moaned again as Michael continued to make love to her mouth. He would plunge his tongue deeper then grip her hair tighter. She felt the chills run over her body, and something magical erupted inside of her. She felt Chad press a finger up into her pussy, and she jerked from the sensation.
“Fuck, she’s tight.” Chad continued to press up into her pussy.
She was shaking with anticipation, and then Chad added a second digit as he used his other hand to caress her ass and something came over her. She pulled her mouth from Michael’s. They both panted for air and her body shook. She moaned against his shoulder as her first orgasm occurred in the cab of Michael’s truck.
Chad pulled his fingers from her pussy as Michael hugged her to him.
“Holy shit, Alexa, that was incredible.”
She continued to try to catch her breath, and then embarrassment overtook her.
Chad lowered her skirt.
“Damn, you sure are responsive. I’m about to come right here, too, sweetness,” Chad told her, but she couldn’t look at him.
She lifted her head up as Michael maneuvered his hands under her chin to cup both her cheeks.
“Baby, look at me,” Michael whispered.
“What’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Chad asked. He sounded so concerned.
Michael squinted his eyes at her, and she tried lowering her eyes, but he gave her face a little shake. “Sorry for what?” Michael asked.
“For that. I couldn’t help it.”
Michael glanced at his brother, and Chad didn’t look like he understood what was happening here.
“Baby, that was beautiful. Haven’t you ever had an orgasm before?”
“That was my first,” she told him.
He held her gaze, and she hoped that she didn’t have to say the words.
“Are you a virgin, baby?”
“What?” Chad asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
She nodded at Michael.
His blue eyes sparkled, and before she knew if he was upset or happy he pulled her face closer and kissed her passionately.
When he finally released her lips, he leaned his forehead against hers. “You’re amazing, baby, a real gift. We’re going to be your firsts,” Michael whispered.
“And her only.”
She turned toward him as Michael released her face he held gently between his hands.
“Come on over here, darling. I want to hold you while Michael drives us home.”
Chad lifted her onto his lap. He opened his thighs, her rear fell between the gap, and he held her securely around her back and waist. He cupped her cheek with his free hand and tilted it up toward him. Her breath caught in her throat. Chad’s blue eyes sparkled but looked rather intense.
“This blouse is really pretty.” He lightly tugged on it with his fingers. She felt the weight of his hand against her belly muscles and the tiny vibrations that traveled beneath her skin. He moved his fingers under the material of her blouse, over her belly, then to her bra. He lifted her a little higher with his arm. “Kiss me, baby. I want to taste those beautiful lips again.”
She tilted her head up, and as their lips touched, he cupped her breast with his hand and massaged it as his tongue explored her mouth. In a matter of seconds she was pressing her breasts firmly against his hand and moaning into his mouth. She reached up and ran her hands through his hair and somehow straddled his waist.
They were wild and hungry as they dueled for control of the kiss. She lifted up and down while his large hands caressed her thighs and lifted her skirt higher. He was grabbing at the material then moved his hands over her waist, up her ribs, under the blouse and to her breasts.
Chad pulled his mouth from hers as she held his shoulders. They locked gazes, and he looked as wild as she felt.
“Get this off now.”