CLAIMING DESTINY 

 

STORY EXCERPT 

 

A loud thump and then another rustle and Destiny felt the adrenaline kick into her system. A flash of light lit up the sky and the thunder followed closely. Whatever it was, it was huge. A mountain lion maybe? The temperature and pains in her legs forgotten, she pulled her knees closer to her chest and put her hand on the rock at her back. If it was a lion, she was fucked. There would be no outrunning it. All she could hope was to fight it off. Maybe jab her thumbs into its eyes when it attacked. Pepper spray! Her fingers wrapped around the cylinder in her pocket and tears pricked her eyes with relief. Whatever it was, she would spray it and pray it ran away in pain. The bush rustled again. She took a deep breath and got ready to scream and fight.

A large lump of fur burst out from under the bush, directly at her. Every square inch of Destiny’s body froze in fear, and her breath caught in her throat. Her fingers gripped the spray as her mind screamed for her to move, but her body refused to budge. The animal jumped again as the moon emerged from behind the clouds.

It was a jackrabbit.

The biggest fucking rabbit she’d ever seen, but nothing but a bunny on steroids. “Oh, my god, you scared the shit out of me, Bugs.” The moment she spoke the rabbit leapt away. She pressed her hand against her ribs, her heart pounding rapidly under her palm. Stupid bunnies.

Her stomach growled low and long and she thought of a giant bunny roasting over an open flame. “I should’ve eaten you when I had the chance,” she muttered. Bracing her hand on the rock, she moved and pulled her legs under her. Her thighs screamed in defiance, and she gasped in pain. As she shifted forward, a low hissing sounded behind her head.

She turned, ever so slowly, and glanced over her shoulder. “Please be a bunny,” she whispered. But, it wasn’t. Lightning flashed and highlighted a long, thick black body with bright orange stripes. The creature sat on top of the rock she’d been leaning against, staring at her with black, evil-looking eyes. Its tongue flicked out to taste the air before hissing at her.

This time the scream didn’t get caught in her throat and she was running before the conscious thought registered in her brain. She tripped over her suitcase and hit the ground hard, gasping for breath before pushing herself to her feet and running again. Her sandals slapped against the asphalt of the road as she ran screaming like the hound of hell nipped at her heels.

A shadow flickered in her peripheral vision, and then another one. Suddenly, a number of shadows fluttered around her. Lighting ripped through the sky overhead. Bats! Rabies! Vampire bats! Destiny screamed again, waved her hands wildly around her head, trying to prevent them from burrowing into her hair and biting her. Tears coursed down her cheeks as fear gripped her throat and she envisioned being surrounded and killed.

Her flight path took her straight down the middle of the road running blindly as she screamed. When she impacted against something large, for a moment she thought a truck had hit her. Hands wrapped around her shoulders and she realized it was a man. She looked up, way up. The top of her head might reach his shoulder, but the shadows blocked his face. His breathing was harsh as if he’d been chasing her.

It is Leatherface! She screamed again and tried to break his hold, but he gripped her arms painfully tight. A sound behind her alerted her to the fact that they weren’t alone. Another man was coming up behind her and he was as huge as this one. There was no way she would be able to fight them off. They’re going to rape and kill me.

She did the only thing she could in the situation. A part of her brain kicked into self-preservation mode and in a move much smoother than she ever imagined she could do it, she brought up her leg and buried her knee between his legs as hard as she could. He squeezed her arms making her cry out but then he let go. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he cupped his hands protectively over his groin and curled forward as he coughed out a groan.

She felt more than saw the other man move toward her. Another flash of light allowed her to see his face was twisted into a chilling image of rage as he reached for her. Swinging her hand up, she pressed the release button on her pepper spray and the stream launched at his throat and up over his face. He hollered, the noise almost drowned out by the thunder, and covered his face as he whipped his face away from her.

Run! She didn’t wait another millisecond and took off. Her legs pumped harder than they ever had as she ran for her life. She knew they would recover and prayed they’d retreat instead of exacting revenge. She’d rather be eaten by a coyote than face their fury. A large outcropping of rocks caught her attention. She needed to hide and hide fast. Maybe she could wait them out and they would move on. Clutching the canister of pepper spray in her hand, she ran off the road and across the uneven ground.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

What the hell am I doing? Rock claimed her lips and she couldn’t deny the longing she felt any more than deny her need to breathe. There was something about these men that made her want to throw caution to the wind, run with scissors, and jump without looking. She spent so much of her life struggling to make ends meet and trying to accomplish her dreams, and for once she wanted to do something spontaneous. His tongue curled about hers, drawing it into his mouth so he could suck on it. She flexed her fingers wishing she could touch him. The feeling of being trapped and unable to do anything but accept their attentions had her hips shifting so she could feel the rush of water over her sensitive pussy.

Rock’s hand travelled down her chest, cupping one breast before slipping farther down to her belly. He boldly cupped her pussy, pressing a finger between her pussy lips and circling her clit with astounding precision. Destiny didn’t think her last boyfriend knew what a clitoris was, let alone where it was. Rock found it on the first try and didn’t wait to press against it with little circles of his finger.

She gasped for air and let her head drop back against the edge. Opening her eyes she looked beside her and saw Jag watching them intently. That added another layer to her blossoming arousal throbbing between her legs.

“I could watch you two for hours,” he whispered and then winked at her. Jag braced himself against the edge of the pool and through the water she could see him stroking his cock. The extreme decadence of this moment hit her, but instead of being dirty, it was exciting. Until this moment she’d never known that she liked the idea of another man becoming aroused while watching her.

“Please don’t make me wait that long.” Her inner filter had managed to turn itself off with his comment. Rock shifted his position and moved between her legs. He held her knee high on his hip and rocked his cock against her tummy as he moved his hand. Pressing his thumb in circles against her clit, he pressed two fingers up into her cunt.

“Oh, god!” Destiny exclaimed as the intense sensations burned a path to her core. She felt her nipples crinkle and desperately wished her hand was free so she could play with herself.

His fingers easily slipped up into her sopping channel, making her shudder again. “Please, please…” She couldn’t put into words what she wanted him to do. A small voice in her head screamed “whore,” but she pushed it back down. This was her choice and she wanted it.

Rock rolled his hips and she felt his impressive cock slide down her skin and push between her legs. “Condom,” she gasped, his hard length stroked along her clit, sending sparks of sensation rushing through her system. He cupped her jaw in his large hand and gently tilted her face up toward him. “We’d never risk your safety or health.” His thick length pushed past the tight entrance to her cunt, stretching her as she knew he would. The powerful sensation of him pressing into her stole her breath and sent her heart fluttering. He conquered her, stole her will. She flexed her fingers, wanting to reach out and grip his arms. She was overwhelmed but desperate for more. Feeling Jag’s fingers entwine with hers helped to ground her.

“You’re ours, Destiny.” Jag sounded husky, his voice resembling a growl. He pressed his lips against her neck and wrapped his fingers around her jaw and tilted her face up to his lips. His green eyes looked as dark as the leaves over their head. “There will never be another for us…or you.”

His lips claimed her in a dominant statement of ownership. Her body lifted up and Rock’s cock pumped harder against her cunt. Kissing one man while another pumped his cock in and out of her cunt was a sensation beyond her wildest dreams.

“That’s right, Atan.” Rock pumped his hips, sliding his cock against her womb. “We’re claiming you and you will accept it all.”

Destiny wanted desperately to hold on to him as he fucked her, but all she could manage was to wrap her legs around Rock’s hips and dig her heels into his ass, a silent plea for him to move faster, harder, anything that would quench this never-ending ache that had started in her body. An ache that only seemed to be relieved by their touch on her skin.

Jag ran his hand down her side. Cupping a breast, he wrapped his lips around the nipple and sucked it into his hot mouth. He kept eye contact with her as he lashed the sensitive nubbin with his tongue and curved his hand over her ass, his finger delving into the valley.

 

STEALING HOPE 

 

STORY EXCERPT 

 

Wolfe could see the fire in her eyes and the color rising in her cheeks with her anger. It was the most enticing sight he’d ever seen. The angrier she got the more he wanted to see how far below the neck of her shirt she flushed. “He called you, Atan. It’s not another woman, and it’s a name we’ve never used with any other woman before you, and we’ll never use it with anyone else.”

“That is a good line.” Hope turned her blazing gaze on him. Her eyes sparked like the fireworks they’d watched the day before they’d last headed home. Their color had deepened to a dark gray blue, like an angry sky before a storm. “But I’m not naive enough to fall for it. Excuse me.”

She lifted her chin and stormed between them, anger radiating off her, but as she passed he picked up the delicate scent of her arousal. Darting out an arm, he hooked her around the waist and pulled her back against his body. Her spine pressed against his rock-hard cock and it took every shred of patience not to thrust against her.

She gripped his arm, curling her fingers, her nails pressing against his skin. “Let. Me. Go.”

“You have a bit of a temper, Miss Hope.” Falcon dropped to his knees in front of her and rested his hands on her hips. He glanced up at her face and winked at her. “I like it.”

Wolfe, too, was reanalyzing his preference for quiet, biddable women. Hope had shown a fiery side a couple times now and he already knew her passion burned as hot. “Do you really want to go, Hope? Or do you want to feel what you did outside again?”

She held herself straight as the iron bars that reinforced the concrete of the floor beneath them. Taking a chance, he rolled his hips and rubbed his hard cock against her spine. The pressure was exquisite and agonizing at the same time. He bent down and kissed the shell of her ear. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry.”

“I’m not angry. I’m pissed.” But her voice didn’t hold the same venom it had a moment before. Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side and he took advantage. Stroking his fingers down her neck he brushed her hair back away from the delicate skin.

He watched as Falcon moved forward and pressed a kiss to the base of her throat. Hope’s body shivered under their touch and Wolfe fought the urge to strip her down and ravage her.

“I’ll beg for forgiveness for both of us, Hope. We didn’t mean to make you angry, but I couldn’t stand there and watch those men talk to you like that.”

“Like what? They were only being friendly.”

“Bobby was being friendly,” Wolf clarified. “Donovan and Jim wanted you between them, but you belong between us.” He punctuated his comment with a nip to the sensitive skin below her ear. Her scent reminded him of the breezes that came off the Great Sea at home. He could feel her life energy rippling around her and the way it easily merged with his and Falcon’s. If he wasn’t already certain that she was meant to be his, that would have told him.

“Eddie might be waiting for me.”

“He won’t leave without you, Atan.” Falcon slipped his hands under Hope’s shirt and raised it up, exposing the pale skin of her torso. Wolfe wanted his brother to pull it off her completely so he could touch her everywhere, but Falcon was in the mood to tease her. Hope tried to take a deep breath, but her attempt was shaky and rapid.

“What are you nervous about, Hope?” Wolfe whispered into her ear. He felt the goose bumps rise up on her skin in reaction to his question. “Have you never been between two men before?”

Hope shook her head and looked up at him. Her eyes had changed to a darker gray now, and he could see the concern and anticipation in her expression. She opened her mouth as if to say something but then stopped.

“Do you trust us, Hope?”

“I don’t know you.”

“Then you will learn.” Wolfe reached down and caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her arms rose slightly but then dropped to cover her breasts as soon as they were free of her clothing.

“I don’t. I’m not the type…”

Falcon wrapped his hands over her fingers and nuzzled her neck.  “Don’t hide from us, Atan.” He crooned against her skin. “We have never seen such beauty.”

Hope made a little snorting sound that sounded so funny Wolfe almost laughed out loud. Thankfully he caught himself in time.

Falcon lifted his head and looked at her with disbelief in his expression. “You don’t believe us?”

“No, not for a moment, men have been saying things like that for eternity if it meant they could get into a woman’s pants.

“We have no intention of getting into your pants, Hope. Wolfe pressed a light kiss against her shoulder. Her bone structure was delicate but she was soft and welcoming in all the right places. “I assure you our goal is to get you out of them.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT 

 

Falcon kissed her deeply as she grasped the bed next to her, swallowing down her vocal cries. He wanted to hear her pleasure ringing in his ears as he and Wolfe claimed her in front of all their brother warriors. His cock jumped as his balls pulled up tight against his groin. Any more thoughts like that and I won’t last more than a few minutes. He looked down and watched as Wolfe buried his face between her legs.

Hope reached out and tried to grip Wolfe’s hair, but he kept it short enough that she couldn’t get a grip. He’d lifted her legs over his shoulders and was making a meal of their little woman. Her back arched up so prettily, and Falcon wondered if Wolfe had tried to fit a finger into her tight cunt yet. If she’d never been touched before, they were going take it slow with her. His cock might explode, but he’d wait until she was ready before causing her any discomfort.

She had her teeth pressed tightly together as she panted. “Are you trying to keep those cries in, Hope?” he whispered against her shoulder as he kissed his way up her neck. Her silky skin tasted like cream and berries to him. “I bet Wolfe it licking you so well you want to feel him deeper, don’t you.”

Her back arched up and she gripped his hair, pulling him closer to her. “Do you want him to push his cock deep inside you, stretching you until you think that he has become part of your soul?” Falcon loved watching her unabashed reactions to his words. Their fragile little Atan was so much more than they’d ever wished for.

“Oh god, Yes.” Hope panted as Falcon cupped one of her breasts in his hand. She fit his palm perfectly, her tight, raspberry-colored nipple begging for his tongue again. Bending his head, he licked the tight nub before pressing it against the roof of his mouth and sucking deep.

Wolfe shifted slightly and Falcon watched for his reaction, knowing that he was about to press a finger into her tight cunt. Hope gasped and flailed for a moment and Wolfe’s shocked expression met his gaze. Delight and a dark possessiveness swamped over him and was reflected back from Wolfe’s expression. He hungered to make his mark on her soul and have her claim him in return.

Falcon moved and gripped Hope’s hands, entwining her fingers with his own. “You’ve never been touched by another man before, have you?” She tried to look away, but he caught her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. He didn’t understand the fear he saw reflected in hers. Doesn’t she realize what a precious gift she is for us?

“It depends on your definition of ‘touch.’” She avoided meeting his gaze and he turned her head until she didn’t have a choice.

“Has any other man pressed his cock into your tight little body? Have you ever trusted anyone enough to let them claim you?” Falcon often listened to his instincts and he suspected that Hope didn’t trust many people. “Can you feel Wolfe’s fingers in your body?”

Her eyes fluttered closed as another tremble danced along her skin. Wolfe followed Falcon’s lead and played with her body as he spoke. “You are ours, Hope.” He pressed his lips against hers, slipping his tongue inside to dance with hers. His emotions rose up high enough to choke him. After everything they’d been though, to be gifted something as precious as her was astounding.

He took her hand and pressed it against the front of his pants. Feeling her small hand against his throbbing erection was pleasure incarnate. Even with the fabric of his pants between them he almost lost his seed. The day her hand touched his bare cock, he’d promise to be her slave forever. Her fingers curled around him and traced the outline of his cock.

“It will fit, my precious Atan. I’ll slide up into your willing body as Wolfe claims your ass.”

A deep, guttural moan escaped her lips and he suspected that Wolfe had started training her back hole to accept them. When they got her home he was going to work on stretching her because he wanted to claim her as soon as possible. She moaned and gasped under his lips.

“Let it out, Atan,” Falcon spoke against her cheek. “Don’t fight it.” She shivered under his touch and her hips jerked as she pressed her pussy up against Wolfe’s mouth. Her head thrashed back and forth. “I’ll hold you here. You’ll forever be safe between us.”

He quickly covered her mouth as she screamed out her release, her body bucking so strongly that he wasn’t certain she hadn’t unseated Wolfe from between her legs. All this passion. All ours.

 

CORRALLING DAWN

 

STORY EXCERPT 

 

He and Derechos had watched the struggle their friends had gone through when they met their Atans. Both Rock and Jag, and Falcon and Wolfe had followed the traditions of capturing their Atan and taking her back to Lu’um and seducing her there. He and Derechos had wanted a more peaceful union but it looked like they weren’t going to get their wish. With the Kimil encroaching on her home and her arrival here tonight, Storm wasn’t about to ignore such obvious signs. Dawn was going home with them tonight. He needed to find the perfect moment for them to take her.

“We need to talk to Eddie. Get him to watch her property and make certain nothing happens to it.” Derechos headed for the doorway but Storm stopped him with a hand to his arm.

“I’ll tell him, Derechos. You concentrate on seducing our Atan and proving to everyone that she is meant to stand between us.”

Derechos smiled. “Not a problem.” The music changed, signaling that Puma was finished and Blaze was heading out for his act.

Puma came through the entrance and grabbed a small towel to wipe the sweat from his face. “Watch out for the group of women on the right side of the stage.” He lifted his arm and ran his fingers over the scratches that had reddened his skin. “And stay away from the one with golden hair and silver nails. She’s mine and Bear’s tonight.”

Storm felt a primal anger rush his system. Dawn had golden hair that shone like the rocks they picked up along the water’s edge at home. “Touch her and I’ll make certain you regret it.”

The words were out of his mouth before the thought completed in his head. Puma’s gaze snapped up and his pale green eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them. “You’re kidding me? Your Atan is out there? The scratcher is yours?”

Derechos looked at Storm and slapped him on the shoulder. “Yes, she is out there, but considering the number of woman with light colored hair, we can’t be certain our Atan and your scratcher are the same.”

The logical comment helped Storm to pull his emotions back into focus. Of course there were lots of woman out there with the same hair color. In their world, black and dark brown were the dominant hair color but there were a few exceptions to the rule, like Puma with his almost-white hair and Blaze, whose hair resembled a burning fire. Genetic throwbacks from the first time his ancestors had come to Earth and had brought back women and children with them.

“Was the woman wearing a cowboy hat and jeans?” Storm nodded to the scratches on Puma’s ribs. He’d seen Dawn walk in with another woman earlier.

Puma shook his head. “No, ours is all dressed up to perfection and begging to get messy.”

Storm smiled and slapped Puma on the shoulder. “Then I wish you and Bear all the luck, my friend.”

Bear entered the room and shook his head at Puma. The big man looked relieved, and Puma clasped arms with his warrior brother. “Our time will come but for now we can learn from the mistakes these two are about to make.”

“Oh, really?” Bear’s eyebrow cocked up. “You’ve found your Atan?”

“As soon as Blaze gets his ass off the stage we’ll know for certain,” Derechos commented as he paced past them again. “How long is his routine?”

Puma grinned and then lifted his arm and showed Bear the marks along his ribs. Bear’s second eyebrow cocked up to the same height as the other one and his eyes darkened. “Where is she?”

“Give me a minute to get out of this and into a pair of jeans and we’ll introduce ourselves.”

Bear slapped both him and Derechos on the back. “Good luck with your intal’oox my friends. May the gods take their time blessing us the same way.”

Storm laughed and nodded to Derechos before heading out of the back room and down the hall that lead to the main room. The only two warriors who were less likely to accept finding an Atan, other than Bear and Puma, were Shadow and Raven. Those two had started to avoid coming to Earth in hopes that they wouldn’t have their Atan fall into their lap.

They could avoid it all they wanted, but as Derechos had learned tonight, once the gods decided it was time, you didn’t stand a chance of hiding.

 

ADULT EXCERPT 

 

It looked like the amber rim to his eyes flashed brighter for a split second as he jumped into the pool behind them. “Woman, I hope you plan to follow through with that promise.”

The gruff, low tone to his voice sent a quiver straight from her pussy to where her nipples were grazing the springy hair on Derechos’s chest.

“I don’t remember saying anything.” Hot water surged up over her body as he lowered them and she let her arms wave gently in the water. “Oh, god, that feels good.”

“You don’t have to.” Derechos released her a bit and she felt herself float for a moment. “We can hear your body’s demands loud and clear.”

“Interesting.” She reached down between them and wrapped her hand around his erection. “I’m a good listener as well.”

He muttered another string of words she didn’t quite understand and pressed her away from him and against the wall of the pool. She didn’t have time to feel any sort of rejection because Storm moved in and captured her lips. She felt his thick cock press against her stomach as he pinned her against the pool edge. Holding both her hands stopped her from grabbing him as she had Derechos.

It wasn’t until after he lifted his head and gave them each a moment to gasp for air, did she realize that the sides had molded themselves to her sides. “I think I’m stuck here.”

“You most certainly are.” Storm moved slightly to the side and leaned down to press an openmouthed kiss to her neck, trailing his lips along her skin to her collarbone. The water lapped at her breasts, teasing her nipples with movement. Derechos leaned against the wall beside her, a lazy smile on his face. He reached out and cupped one breast with his large hand and rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Something tells me you like to rush things along, jump the gun, and run straight for the finish line.”

The crazy tingles that were arrowing straight from her nipples to her pussy made her want to rock her hips but she was stuck and couldn’t move. That increased her desire and nerves at the same time. “I’m really stuck here.”

Storm held both her hands in one of his but wouldn’t let go. The forced immobility was maddening since they both continued to stroke her body. While Storm held her hands in one of his, he ran his fingers along her neck and collarbone between kisses. Derechos played with her nipple and then slid his hand over to her other breast and continued to tease.

Dawn’s pussy was throbbing with need as she tried to rock her hips or arch her back, anything to try and submit to her body’s need to move. Her muscles clenched and quivered with the growing need inside of her. “Why can’t I touch you?”

“Because, we want you to ache for our touch, beg for it.”

“I don’t beg for anything.” The words were out of her mouth before she could consider whether it would sound like a challenge. “If I can’t find someone to help me I do it myself.”

“That is exactly what we don’t want you to do, Atan.” Storm’s voice against her neck sent another shiver straight to her cunt. “We want you to call to us when you need something.”

“Anything.” Derechos let go of her breast and slid his hand down her body, his fingers stopping to lightly stroke her swollen pussy lips. “You’re our Atan. We’ll be the ones you always turn to.”

Dawn felt as though she was surrounded by the devil himself asking her for her soul. Her body burned with need and she considered giving in to their demands simply to gain some relief or reach closer to the powerful orgasm that wavered just out of touch. “While I’m here.”

“From now on.” Derechos pressed down against her pussy, right were her clit peeked out, begging for attention. He circled around the bundle of nerves and tapped it quickly before stroking circles again.

The most incredible sensation rocketed up through her body at his touch. Storm reached down and lifted one leg, pinning it to the wall, opening her further. The substance molded to her leg, locking it in place, leaving her partially bared. Storm slid his hand along her inner thigh, his fingers dipping between her legs to where her entrance pulsed. “Do you want us, Dawn?” He teased the clenching muscles of her cunt. “Will you scream our names as we plunge our cocks into your body?”

Storm’s voice was a silken temptation to her senses. Both he and Derechos stroked her body and teased her to the edge of reason and she wanted everything they offered. She wanted to stop worrying about everything else and focus completely on the two men with her. “Please.” The word slipped from her lips like a prayer.

 

TRUST IN SANCTUARY 

 

STORY EXCERPT 

 

As soon as she stepped into the tea shop she was surrounded by a warm welcoming scent of fresh baked goods. There was a glass case with a number of pastries and treats. Jocelyn knew she couldn’t eat whatever it was. She didn’t want to develop bad eating habits. Still, as she looked at the delicious looking scones her eyes were drawn to a chocolate croissant sitting on a plate. One wouldn’t hurt her, and she was going to be walking a lot so she should have a few extra calories.

A woman stood on the other side of the case and looked at Jocelyn. “Anything I can get you, hon?”

She tapped lightly on the case at the croissant. “I think I’d like that.”

“Danielle, I’ll take that last croissant you have there.” The large man at the counter spoke at the same time she did.

“Sorry, Matt. It’s spoken for.”

He turned around and Jocelyn felt her face grow hot. Oh, god. He was the big one from the fire station. She glanced down, hoping a monstrous hole was going to open up so she could jump in. “Never mind, you can have it.”

“How about you share it with me?”

“Um, yeah okay.” Her brain had gone on hiatus the moment she looked up at his big hazel eyes framed with thick black lashes. His bold statement took her off guard. A normal person would have just accepted the entire pastry or insisted that she take it. “I’m sure she can cut it in half.”

“Now what fun would that be?” He smiled down at her and she felt a strange flip-flop in the vicinity of her stomach. “Why don’t we go pick us a table and we’ll do this the proper way?”

That quickly, she found herself holding her tea and being ushered across the room to a corner table. “What if you have to put out a fire? I don’t want to distract you.”

An amused sparkle lit his eyes, making her wish for that hole again. She’d just admitted to being the idiot who almost got into an accident because she’d been ogling him and his coworker.

“Don’t you worry about that. My shift ended twenty minutes ago. I was just going to pick up some bagels for the night crew.” He placed his large mug and the plate with the croissant on the small table and reached out to pull out her chair for her.

Jocelyn sank down into the seat still clutching her mug with both hands. The fireman slipped his coat off, revealing a mouthwatering expanse of chest. A long sleeved navy-blue T-shirt molded to almost every muscle that packed his torso. He sat back and smiled at her. “Are you going to take off your coat? If you get too warm in here, it won’t keep you warm outside.”

“Oh, yeah.” Jocelyn placed her mug on the table and wriggled out of her jacket, letting it drop back on the back of her chair. Why is he still here when you are acting like such an idiot again? Maybe he likes brainless twits? She couldn’t explain why she felt like her IQ dissolved like sugar in her coffee around this man.

“My name’s Matt.” He leaned forward and held out his hand.

“Jocelyn. Jocelyn Richards.” She immediately slipped her hand into his, thankful for this normal ritual. But the moment her hand disappeared into his larger one, her body turned into one massive raging hormone. Really, it should be illegal for a man to have lashes that long. Small lines in the corner of his eyes added to his looks and gave him character. She thought her crow’s feet made her look old.

He didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to let go of her hand, and it took a second of looking up into his beautiful eyes before she realized she still had her fingers curled around his. “Oh, god, I’m sorry.” She pulled her hand back and wrapped her fingers around her mug. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

Matt huffed a bit of a laugh and winked at her. “I’m usually much smoother than this as well. You seem to have me a bit flustered.”

“I find that highly doubtful.” She took a sip of her tea. The delicate mint and blackberry flavors coated her tongue and warmed her almost as much as touching him had.

“You start from one side, I’ll start from the other, and we’ll see where we are when we get to the middle.” He pushed the small plate holding the croissant toward her. His sleeve slid up his arm, allowing her a glimpse at the bottom of a colorful tattoo on his arm. A fireman and a bad boy. She shifted in her seat a little bit trying to relieve the ache that had taken up residence between her legs. Her mother would have a stroke, but Jocelyn wanted nothing more than to crawl in his lap and see how far up the tattoo went.

She wasn’t certain if he meant that in a way other than the obvious, and her heart pounded against her ribs at the prospect that this big man might be flirting with her. You must be reading this situation wrong. “Do you often wash your fire truck outside in freezing cold weather?” she asked, trying to find a safe topic of conversation.

Matt laughed. The low timbre to his voice, combined with the rough chuckle, sent vibrations streaking straight between her legs. For an insane moment she wondered if he could make her come simply by talking to her. “It’s not that bad out today, and we needed something to keep busy. I haven’t seen you around town before. Were you here for the rodeo?”

“Oh, no, not at all.” She took another sip to wet her dry throat. “I’m here doing research on families in the area, ones who have been around for a long time.”

“Really? I can help you with that. My family was one of the first in the area. The last name is Baldwin.”

Jocelyn almost choked on the decadent piece of croissant she’d just popped into her mouth. She’d just been thinking about avoiding a conflict of interest, and now she was sitting here flirting with a member of one of the families she was investigating. Way to go, Jocelyn.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“How does she taste?”

Matt slid his finger in and out a couple times and then looked up at her. Meeting her gaze, he slipped his finger inside his mouth, slowly sucking the cream off. “Like a tart peach dipped in honey.” He wanted to bury his face between her legs again. He reached up and took her hand from where she was clutching his shirt and led it to her pussy. “Touch yourself, beautiful.” She gasped and pulled from his grip for a moment. Slipping his fingers over the waistband, he pulled her panties down, revealing the small patch of hair that teased him so much.

“Tease Eric a bit more, Jocelyn. He likes to watch. She took a shaky breath and then slowly slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties. He could sense she was nervous about being with both of them, but she needed to understand that they would never do anything to hurt her. The fact that she was willing to play with herself to stroke Eric’s voyeuristic side was a good step in that direction.

Before Matt could make the suggestion, she lifted her fingers to Eric’s face. He gripped her wrist and sucked them deep into his mouth, licking every bit of her cream from her as she watched. “You’re so incredible.” Eric dropped to his knees in front of her as well. Moving away from her, Matt allowed Eric to get close. His cousin lifted one of Jocelyn’s legs and propped it over his shoulder as he cupped her ass and pressed his face between her legs.

“Oh, my god.” Jocelyn gripped handfuls of Eric’s hair and leaned against him.

Matt quickly pulled the covers down the bed and stripped off his shirt and pants. His cock jutted out from his body. Jocelyn’s cries of passion were making him painfully hard as Eric ate her out. He pulled out a strip of condoms from the nightstand and a small bottle of lube and tossed them onto the sheets.

He came up behind her, and his cock twitched against her naked skin. She was practically vibrating with need as he wrapped his hands around her torso and cupped her breasts. Rolling her perfect nipples between his fingers, he kissed a path along her shoulder. “You like being watched don’t you, Jocelyn. I’m watching the way you’re arching your little cunt up against my cousin’s face.”

“So good,” Jocelyn whimpered and pressed her head back against his chest. Her hips were rocking as she dug her heel against Eric’s spine.

“Come for Eric, Jocelyn,” he whispered as he traced her ear with his tongue. “Squeeze the fingers I’m sure he’s pressing up into you and fuck his face.”

He pinched her nipples a little rougher as he spoke, and after a moment or two she let go of Eric’s head with one hand and reached up blindly to cup Matt’s neck.

“That’s right, take what you need. Imagine my cock deep in your ass while Eric is in your cunt. We’ll trap you between us and fuck you harder than you’ve ever been in your life.”

If he’d been the least bit concerned about her reaction to a real ménage, his fears would have been put to rest. As he spoke, her entire body stiffened and curled up slightly as she cried out. He could feel her fingers tightening on his neck, pulling him closer. Her eyes opened, blue eyes unfocused as she rode out her orgasm. Matt caught her as she slumped back against him. Eric wiped at his face with his hand and untangled himself from her legs.

Matt scooped her up and carried her over to the bed while his cousin stripped behind him. Despite just riding through an intense orgasm, Jocelyn speared her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for a kiss as soon as her back hit the mattress. He managed to get one knee on the bed when she wrapped her legs around his waist. She pressed her  heels into his lower back and lifted her pussy, sliding up and down his length. Her hot wet cunt was at the perfect position for him to plunge into her with one thrust.

“Oh, fuck.” His legs trembled, and he fought the intense urge to thrust the length of his cock into her. He couldn’t wait for the day when he claimed her without a condom, but he wasn’t going to do that without her believing this was forever.

“Here, Matt.” Eric passed him an open condom. Thank god for cousins who can read my mind. Eric bent over and kissed her, distracting her as Matt managed to roll the condom down his length. As soon as he was sheathed, Matt lined himself up and pushed his throbbing erection into her tight soaked cunt.

“Oh, god. Yes, that feels so good.” Jocelyn gripped him like a tight fist, almost preventing him from getting too far before she relaxed enough for him to invade her. He lifted one of her legs over his arm, tilting her pelvis up a bit more, looking for that perfect spot. He’d warned Eric that she was blessed with a sensitive G-spot and he’d managed to get her to come so hard she soaked the bed. He’d already decided his new goal in life was to do that every time.

Eric shifted his position and Jocelyn reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers around his cousin’s cock. Eric didn’t have a chance to take a full breath before she lead him to her lips. Matt grit his teeth and concentrated on hitting that magical spot in her as she  moaned around Eric’s length. Matt could feel her cunt rhythmically clenching on his length, a pulsing pleasure that echoed around his balls, pulling them up tight to his body. He quickly realized he needed a moment to catch his breath before this all ended sooner than he wanted.

Despite his body’s disagreement, he pulled out of Jocelyn and smacked one cheek of her ass. Eric’s eyes flew open at the sound of Matt’s hand connecting on her skin, and he smiled. “Darlin’, roll over onto your knees.”