Tasty Treats, Volume 2

Professional Reviews

5 BLUE RIBBONS: BACK IN HER BED by Leah Brooke: "I loved Jack right from the start! Emily had a few too many issues as far as I was concerned, but the story was fantastic! I loved his determination to get her back, and I really liked that he didn't give up no matter how many obstacles she threw at him. BACK IN HER BED was just a fantastic story!" BACK FOR MORE by Wendi Darlin: "BACK FOR MORE was a very hot story. I really liked the rather unconventional relationship that Alana and Dirk had. I loved how he was willing to do anything for her, but still kept his backbone instead of letting Alana walk all over him. Rayne was a very complex character, and was a bit more attractive then Dirk, at least to me. The scenes between the three of them were very steamy, and the ending of the story was just perfect! Very well done!" BACK IN THE SADDLE by Sofia Hunt: "I love it when a woman can admit that she has made a mistake, and is not afraid to do what she needs to in order to get back the man she loves. Natalie was that kind of woman, and the attraction between Jack and her was so hot it was almost volcanic. Even though she had hurt him, Jack still had feelings for her, but he was not going to give into them if he could help it. BACK IN THE SADDLE was a fantastic story of love and forgiveness, and was just an all around awesome read." -- Noelle, Romance Junkies 

Excerpt

BACK IN HER BED by Leah Brooke

Looking at the other items, his face hardened even more. "Bubble bath? Chocolate syrup? Have you been getting kinky with somebody else, darlin'?" His grip tightened, and he jerked her against him.

His erection pressed against her stomach, and she groaned as her body betrayed her. She remembered all too clearly the pleasure that long, thick cock could bring. Fighting the memories of loving in the dark, in the hay, in the showerShe fought the memories that threatened to consume her. She wouldn't think about it. Jack's tight features sent a shiver through her, and she shifted restlessly as a rush of fresh moisture dampened her panties even more.

"If I find out you've let another man in your bed, I'm gonna paddle your ass good."

She jumped as a sharp slap landed on her bottom. "Damn you, Jack!"

Jack gripped her chin and lifted it. "You're mine, and you'd better never forget it. You'll remember when I have you over my lap and your tight ass is bright red. You liked that before, didn't you, darlin'? I've spent the last three months remembering how hot you are in bed. I've jerked off many times thinking about that tight ass over my lap. Don't tell me you haven't thought about how much you like your ass paddled while I've been away."

Incredulous, Emily felt a fresh rush of moisture soak her panties. The heat from her bottom began to spread and awakened her arousal to a level it hadn't been for the last three months. He was the only man who could make her feel this way.

Why did she have to fall for someone like him?

She'd never in her life met someone like Jack, a cowboy with a dark side that sent her to heights she'd never even imagined. Dominant and controlling, he brought those qualities to the bedroom and taught her things about herself she'd never known, things she wished like hell she could forget. As soon as they got between the sheets, he owned her, body, heart, and soul.

She couldn't resist him, but her heart demanded that she try her best. She'd never survive it if she weakened and let him back in her bed, only to watch him leave again. "I'm not like that anymore."

"New toothbrush, huh?" Does he think he's spending the night?

Emily grabbed the toothbrush she'd just bought out of his hand, aware that she could only because he allowed it. "It's none of your business."

Jack picked up the last item she'd purchased, raising a brow at her outburst. "You're going to learn that everything you do is my business. Frozen waffles? I guess you're planning to have company for breakfast. Well, darlin', you will. I'll still be here in the morning after spending tonight in your bed. I love waffles."

Emily grabbed the waffles out of his hand and started to put the groceries away. "You are not getting back in my bed. I have no idea why you decided to come back here, but I wish you would leave."

Startled, she jumped when his hot hands gripped her waist and turned her, lifting her onto the counter. He'd done it so fast, she hadn't had time to react. He took advantage of her surprise, spreading her thighs and pushing his way between them before she could stop him.

He leaned in close and pulled her against him. When his denim-covered cock pressed against her slit, Emily swallowed the moan that began in her throat. When his hands came up to cup her breasts, the moan could no longer be held back.

"You're wrong about that. I will be the one sharing your bed tonight. I'm not leaving. And don't try to tell me you don't want me to. I know you, Em, maybe better than you know yourself."

"Jack, Ioh!"

He ripped her blouse open, sending buttons flying everywhere. A flick of his finger opened the front clasp of her bra. He placed his hot, heavily callused hands over her breasts, running his thumbs back and forth over her pebbled nipples. "Those little nipples are hard already, and I'd be willing to bet you're soaking wet. You're mine, Emily. You know damned well I can have you anytime I want you."

"Damn you, Jack," she whimpered. She couldn't keep from crying out at the erotic pleasure of his rough hands on her sensitive breasts or the indescribable feel of his thumbs rasping over her aching nipples. Her hands tightened on his wide shoulders, holding on to him as her senses spun out of control.

"All mine, Em. Damn, I've missed you."

"You left," she moaned. Oh God. When he touched her, she couldn't even think anymore, and she struggled to remember what she wanted to say. "I told youohhtold you ifif you left, not t-tooh God. I'm not yours anymore."

Leaning into his caress, Emily lifted her face, desperate to have his lips on hers. When his mouth covered hers, she didn't even care that he chuckled. Arching, she pushed her breasts more firmly into his hands, moaning with pleasure when he gave her what she needed.

He always seemed to know her body even better than she did. She knew he could take her to heights she'd never even dreamed existed.

He scared the hell out of her.

But that didn't keep her from craving him. She dropped her hands to his chest, fisting his soft shirt in her hands to pull him closer, loving the feel of hard muscle beneath them. His groan brought her to her senses, and she pushed against his chest again, wrenching her mouth from his. "No, damn you, Jack."

She pushed his hands away from her breasts and used her tattered shirt to cover them, fumbling to tie the two ends together. "I'm not going to let you do this to me again. When you left, I told you never to come back." Emily hated the tears that streamed down her face and hated that it warmed her when he smiled at her and wiped them away. "Oh, Jack. Why did you come back? What do you want from me?"

Jack took her face between his hands, wiping the tears that continued to fall. "When I left, I told you I'd be back. We had a fight. Big deal. I told you when I left that I would be back at the end of the circuit. How the hell could you have thought I left for good?"

Emily shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but feeling anything but. "I figured you'd realized that we both made a mistake. And if you think you're going to breeze in and out of my life whenever you get the urge, you'd better think again."

He lifted her left hand, touching the ring that he'd placed there three months ago. "Oh, I have the urge. You're mine, darlin'. 'Til death do us part, remember?"

BACK FOR MORE by Wendi Darlin

"No," Alana whimpered. Her arms trembled in the restraints that held them over her head. Her ankles wobbled in the five-inch stilettos Dirk had strapped to her feet.

"You don't want me to stop? Are you sure?" Dirk's tanned skin shone with the heat flaring between them and the efforts of his own self-control.

She had seen that look before. His big cock strained against his old faded Wranglers, and his thighs bulged beneath the beat-up leather chaps he wore. She knew she was killing him the same slow, sweet way he was killing her.

"We ain't got all night, darlin'." His slow drawl didn't hide the tension in his voice, and the moonlight streaming through the open door of the barn's loft bathed his skin.

Standing on a hay bale, she towered over his tall frame. "Lick me." Even tied and physically helpless, she retained complete control, something that kept them both hotter than the Arizona sun even when the cool West Texas wind pricked her skin like gooseflesh.

His eyes flared. "Where?" The word barely ground out of his tight throat. His naked chest heaved and his hands fisted at his sides. "Goddamn it, Alana. Tell me where," he said through clenched teeth.

"My pussy. Lick my pussy. Hurry, baby."

His callused hands dug deep into the pliable flesh of her ass. His rough jaw scratched the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs and leaned toward him. His hot breath hit her. His tongue speared her swollen lips in a long, slow stroke that ripped his name from her lips. God, she wanted his thick dick deep inside her. He could fuck her like nobody else, and these games they played were pure torture. He spread her open with his thumbs. His nose nudged her clit as he drove his tongue toward her dripping hole in another body tingling stroke.

The friction of his tongue sent shivers all the way to her toes. The spikes of her heels sank deeper into the hay, and her arms ached from the tension of the leather straps suspended from the rafters.

The clap of boots on the barn floor below sent another thrill up her spine. They could be caught at any minute. Wouldn't that be something? Sure as hell would give the cowboys around these parts something to talk about besides the price of steer.

Dirk grabbed her ass, the tips of his broad fingers edging closer to the crease between her cheeks. Her tight little asshole started begging for attention and her clit hummed under his tongue.

Judging from the sounds of his footsteps, the cowboy below was making his way dangerously close to the ladder that led to the loft. Dirk pulled away, ready to yank free the knots that held her and hide her behind his big body if he had to.

She shook her head in an emphatic "no" and hooked her calf around the back of his head. She rubbed her pussy along the ridge of his nose and bit back a gasp as he ate her with renewed vigor. Her bare breasts bounced with the rhythm as she rode his face. Her nipples drew tighter and her breasts grew heavier as her orgasm neared. She bit down hard on her bottom lip. Her hot channel contracted, searching for a cock that wasn't there. Dirk didn't insert a finger to relieve her from the torture of his tongue. He knew from experience he could make her hotter by keeping her from what she wanted most. God, she loved him for that.

The explosion started to slowly unfurl deep in her belly, touching the base of her spine and shooting like fireworks through every nerve. She tried in vain to hold back the screams of pleasure until finally she let loose, calling his name, rotating her hips against the rough stubble of his face and screaming anew when he sucked her exploding clit into his mouth. Her breasts stung from neglect and her asshole puckered tight, pouting from the lack of attention. But her heart swelled as she opened her eyes and saw Dirk's dark gaze sparking with desire. A bead of sweat ran from his jet-black hair down his temple. They had the barn almost to themselves for at least two more hours while the weekly rodeo in town kept all the cowboys on her daddy's ranch occupied. They were just getting started. The cowboy downstairs had undoubtedly heard what was going on in the loft. If he was any kind of gentleman at all, he'd hightail it out of there and leave them alone.

Alana couldn't hear anything over the rush of her own breath, but she knew the instant Rayne Hawthorne's Stetson cleared the edge of the loft and his wicked green eyes landed on hers, the cowboy who'd caught them was no gentleman.

BACK IN THE SADDLE by Sofia Hunt

The wine mellowed him a little and took the edge off his anger. It didn't take the edge off his sexual appetite.

He set the Monopoly board on the coffee table, and they picked their game pieces. He grabbed the race car. She took the thimble. Levi licked his lips and rolled two sixes. His eyes leisurely traveled up those long legs, heavenly thighs, past her pierced belly button and great tits to her midnight blue eyes. He lifted his eyebrows and waited. She tossed him a challenging grin and rolled a two and a one.

"I go first." He snorted.

"Do you have to make everything a competition?"

"Honey, I'm a former professional athlete with two Super Bowl rings. Everything to me is a competition."

"You're retired. Get over it." Her blue eyes sparkled with the thrill of the argument and sucked the breath from his lungs.

"Not on your life."

"Whatever." She waved him off with a hand. He chuckled in spite of his moratorium against enjoying her company.

Levi played the only way he knew how, with a ruthlessness that didn't accept defeat or show mercy, just like he'd been taught by an unyielding and emotionally abusive father. And just like he'd learned in twelve years of pro football as one of the best linebackers ever to set foot on the field.

Natalie didn't have that killer instinct, and he exploited that weakness for all it was worth. Monopoly became a tool by which he extracted revenge, however small. He bought up every property he could and placed hotels and houses all over the board with reckless abandon. Between his risk-taking, in-born luck, and her conservative approach, she went broke faster than the nation's banks.

Natalie's next roll put her in jail. Levi moved in for the kill. "Go directly to jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars, and hand me your blouse." He grinned, feeling fucking pleased with himself.

"You're enjoying this way too much, you ass." She studied the board and chewed her lower lip.

"Sore loser."

"I am not, and I haven't lost yet. Maybe I'll just stay in jail awhile and plot my next move."

"That'll get you far. If you land on any of my properties, you don't have enough money to pay the rent on a dog house, let alone Park Place."

Defiantly, she picked up the dice and rolled doubles, which landed her on Tennessee Avenue, complete with a hotel.

Unable to suppress a smirk, Levi held up the card. "That'll be nine hundred and fifty dollars."

"I don't have nine hundred and fifty dollars."

"Too bad. I guess I win. Unless. Hmmm." He rubbed his chin. "Let's see, I am the banker."

"Fine, moneybags, I want a loan. I'm down but not out."

In less than an hour, she would be down. He'd see to that. "I'll need collateral."

"Take Baltic."

"Baltic isn't worth shit. You haven't even developed it yet."

"I'm waiting for the economy to recover. What do you want?" She held up the measly few property cards in her possession.

"Your sweater."

"My sweater?"

"Two thousand for the sweater." He nodded. The tension between them oozed as thick as warm mud on the bank of the lake on a hot summer day.

"Two thousand? For a sweater?"

"For what's under it."

She hesitated as she digested that information. With a nod, she whipped her tight sweater over her head and tossed it aside. Triumph gleamed in her eyes. Clarence immediately claimed the designer garment for his bed. Natalie glared at the cat. He made himself a nest and purred like a chainsaw.

"Fork over the money, buster."

Levi's brain couldn't wrap around her words. Her little pink lace bra did little to conceal gorgeous tits that would look even better without the bra. He should know. His hands itched to touch them, knowing they were real. Not that he gave a shit at this point, but he did have a preference for the real thing, a rarity where he came from. They were ample sized, too. A nice handful for a man with large hands.

He reached out and fingered the belly button piercing. "This is new." His voice sounded gravelly, deep.

She nodded. Their eyes locked. The intense heat generated between them cracked and snapped like high-voltage electricity.

"What else is pierced?"

"That's for you to find out. Now give me my money." She held out a hand.

He counted out the money, keeping his share for the rent of Tennessee Avenue. He'd always loved Tennessee. Now he knew why.

Levi's cock twitched in anticipation of action to come. And he did mean "come." Over and over again. All night long. He'd make up for one year in one night if he had his way. Thank God for his legendary staying power and their legendary chemistry.

She glanced down, avoiding his hungry eyes. Those little glimpses of shyness did more to him than all her boldness. She didn't do this often, if at all, but for some reason she chose to do it with him.

Oxygen jammed in his throat. Had she watched those porn videos he'd made in college? Did she know the decadence he was capable of? Did it turn her on instead of being a turn-off? Is that why she came here? To have a piece of the infamous Levi Kelly, aka Cowboy Long Dong, one-time king of hard-core porn?

He shook off those thoughts. He'd worry about that later. Tonight it just didn't matter. Those videos were all over the Internet. She could've easily satisfied her curiosity about his infamous past. Hell, everyone else had watched them, even the people in this remote redneck town. So much for escaping LA and all those prying eyes.

Little towns were the worst. He should've realized that. It wasn't possible to get lost around here. That's why he seldom left the ranch and why he hid out on his thousands of acres.

"Are you gonna roll?"

He looked up from her tits and met her eyes. "Uh, yeah. Sure. Is it my turn?"

"If you hadn't been concentrating on my chest, you would know. Good thing I'm honest."

Two more rolls, and she was in trouble again. He, on the other hand, held enough money to pay off the national debt.

"Another loan?" He raised one eyebrow. "Three thousand for the jeans."

"Five."

"Four."

"No deal."

"What the hell, five. Take 'em off."

She stood and peeled those tight jeans from her body, revealing a pair of pink lace bikini panties that matched her bra. He loved that she wasn't wearing the usual butt floss that the other women he dated wore. He never could understand how women tolerated wearing those damn things. Her underwear was much sexier.

She played with a lock of her hair and studied the board.

"Ready to quit?"

She met the challenge in his eyes with one of her own. "Never. Roll, Cowboy."

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