Crawl in Bed With: Havan Fellows - Second Date

*Crawls across bed.* Hi, gorgeous. Guess I didn't screw up the first time too badly if you're letting me come again....

Well aren't I the lucky one? I get to crawl into bed with my muse again...but you always knew I liked repeats didn't you Lee? *giggles and grabs Lee's arm dragging him into the bed next to me* There you go...now I can get all nice and comfy cozy...*big shite eating grin*

*snuggles* I know.  It's awesome that we have an excuse to do this. Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

You are climbing into bed with me and the sheets are the important thing? *giggling* Okay, they are cotton...I'd love to have silk sheets but I've tried them before...if I'm gonna slip slide on my bed I don't want it to be because of the linens *winks*

*blinks* *Checks room for hidden cameras. * Okay. Um...If you're going to be naughty, I'll have to get the bag out. Let's get this interview back on track. What are you wearing?

Well, Lee honey...what would you like me to wear?

Oh? I get to choose, huh? then I want you to wear this. 

Oh...and this...I think this needs to be right about there....

Okay. Now that you're dressed properly, what are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

The norm would be M&M's...but for you I chose something a little more decadent...fresh berries and real cream to swirl them around in...try one, I love to pop them in my mouth and suck the cream off...

* unbuckles belt*  Do I have to chastise you? Stay focused! If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

*hangs head* well now you've done it...that particular nightstand drawer is boring...the extra remote for the television that never gets turned on, multiple pads and pens that never write, oh and yeah—those three golf balls are always in there, again don't ask *heads desk giggling*...but if you want toys...I keep my bag under the bed...hmmm

*chuckles* No. No, I brought the only toys I'll need. Let's get this little ritual finished so and I'll show you. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

Ever since last year I have a trusty blankie I sleep with *blushes*, so shoot me...but I don't roll up in it or kick it off...it drapes me lovingly...*giggles*...but my feet never stay under it...

Nice. This blanket...is it soft and fuzzy? Can we share it? Will it cover us both? Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Now haven't we discussed this? Your feet are welcome anywhere they want to go...not only welcome but encouraged too...hehe

*chuckles. Excellent answer. What are we reading?

Oh this is the good part...we are enjoying Emery's Ritches...my very first solo release...*cocks an eyebrow at Lee and smirks* Oh go ahead, I dare you to say what you are thinking...*giggles*

Now come on *pats pillow next to me and hold the kindle so we both can read* let's get this party started...

Emery's Ritches

Ritchie Lymings is wallowing in self-pity after seeing the man he loves—his best friend—reunited with his arch enemy. He's drowning his sorrows in coffee and caramel when an irritating stranger barges into his life, determined to make him smile. Even if this interloper is too dense to understand his faux pas, Ritchie figures he may be good for a quickie to get his mind off of his immediate situation. A simple round of love 'em and leave 'em sounds promising.

Emery Hutchins recognizes Ritchie immediately when he stops for his morning coffee and breakfast. His friend Ryder had been telling him stories about "the infuriating twit" for years. Fate and coincidence were two things that normally gave Emery cause for pause, but he couldn't let this opportunity pass him by. Unable to relinquish control to fate though, he immediately devises a plan to make the deliciously snarky Ritchie his own, one hundred percent completely.

But for these two diverse personalities there is one major problem. How can Ritchie's attitude and Emery's meticulousness blend together, or is this an oil and water mess?

Excerpt:

"Oh wow, and here I feared the worst, that you would never break through that dark look and smile. Now that I've seen your smile, I'm pretty sure I never want to see you without it."

Snapping out of his daydream, Ritchie turned to the intruding voice and set eyes on the sexiest man he'd seen in a long time. Short golden hair on the sides, longer in front, clear silver-blue eyes, high forehead, and pouty cupid's bow lips. Hot damn, he's a god.

After a few tense seconds, Ritchie finally found his voice and attempted to put it to good use. "Can I help you?" Okay, not good use, but use at least.

"Most definitely, in so many ways too."

Ritchie's brows drew together and he couldn't hold back the growl. "Excuse me?"

The man smiled, wide and easy. "I wondered if I could share this table with you? This place gets busy in the blink of an eye. Plus I seem to have bought two coffees and two scones so I was thinking we could have breakfast together." And with that, he placed two cups and the single plate with two cinnamon chip scones he had meticulously juggled onto the table. He then proceeded to make himself at home in the chair across from Ritchie.

Ritchie glanced around and noted at least three empty tables, and pointedly glared back at his interloper.

That easy breezy grin didn't falter and the man didn't miss a beat. "That table wobbles, almost spilled a whole cup of their hazelnut all over me the other morning." He pointed to empty table number one. Then he directed his finger at empty table number two. "Sitting right next to that table you'll find Mrs. Glein. She's a widow and sweet as pie, but keeps insisting I meet with this mysterious grandson of hers named Stevie. Now considering she only has one grandchild, a beautiful woman named Stephanie, I figure she wants to convert me. I would rather skip that conversation this morning." Ritchie glanced over at the old lady. She smiled widely at the stranger and he waved and nodded back in acknowledgment.

Then he turned his attention to the third table that now housed two students with their laptops. "And darn if I didn't just miss that table by a millisecond. Good thing I got this seat when I did, huh?"

Ritchie took another sip of his coffee, trying to process how to lose this guy. He was obviously ill in some department no matter how hot he might be. Ritchie tilted his cup all the way back, then remembered it was empty. He set the mug back down a little too heavily causing a loud clacking noise that caused many of the patrons to look up with disapproving glares.

Then he looked back at his company, who held the extra steaming cup out to him. "Caramel latte, I believe?"

Begrudgingly, Ritchie took the cup and sipped some more. Damn near everything could be solved with the blessed combination of coffee and caramel. Staring into those clear silver-blue eyes from across the table, he stressed the damn near part.

"So, to what do I owe the great honor of your company?"

Grinning (of course, Ritchie mentally rolled his eyes) the man said, "You can owe the great honor to the fact that I didn't want to eat breakfast alone. Usually I don't mind, but when I noticed you so melancholy I decided today I minded."

Ritchie nodded. "Ah, I get it now. You're one of those do-gooders that just has to stick his nose where it isn't wanted. Come to turn my frown upside down, have you? Thanks, I appreciate the pity, but I'm doing just fine pitying myself. Don't need your help."

"But you did need my coffee and you do need to eat something." He placed one of the scones on a napkin in front of Ritchie.

"What are you, my mother?"

He winked at Ritchie. "Not exactly, I don't have the proper equipment for that. Though now I think I should start pitying myself that you didn't notice." And for the first time throughout this whole weird interaction, the stranger's smile turned into an exaggerated version of a pout.

Ritchie rolled his eyes for real this time, and against his will, he felt himself smirking in response to that pout.

"Ah ha!" Not surprisingly the pout disappeared. "I knew I would break down your defenses eventually. So who is he?"

"Excuse me?" Hadn't he already said that during this conversation?

"Who's the guy that's got you all knotted up? Only way for someone to look that downcast is when love's involved. Since you aren't all pissy and mad, well, not any more than what I assume's the norm for you," the man chuckled at his own joke, "I have to deduce that it's unrequited love. The guy obviously doesn't understand what a joyful gem you are. So I repeat, who is he? Shall I hunt him down and explain the error of his ways?" He popped a bit of scone into his mouth and managed to smile through the closed-mouth chewing process.

"I'm sorry, am I putting off a vibe saying that I'm a people person or something? Because if so, I need to fix my vibe-o-meter. What makes you think it's a guy anyway?"

New Cover Art for June Release: The Man Trap

Coming June 1

 The Man Trap

by Lee Brazil 

m/m contemporary romance

Breathless Press 

When former classmate Alexi Manetas wanders into his book store, Simon Harris seizes the opportunity to rekindle a flame he'd carelessly extinguished years earlier

Tantalizing Tuesday #3

Welcome back to Tantalizing Tuesday!  

Have a little bit of an issue this morning. *shakes head* 

These boys. Just an FYI- picture him with longer hair...

"I've got nothing to say."

"I have," Blayne snapped sharply. "Someone has to make you see the mess you're making of your life!"

Aaron tossed his head, sending waves of hair tumbling through the rough wood slats of the park bench. He clamped his lips shut, holding in the bitter retort that trembled on his tongue. Don't feed the trolls in the park;  they'll never leave you alone.

"Who answered your phone?" Blayne continued relentlessly. "A new trick? Can't you ever sleep alone?"

The unjust accusations struck especially hard since he'd spent the last three months very much alone. Fury and inexplicable pain roared to life. "Fuck you, Blayne. We spent one night together. Great sex does not entitle you to pass judgment. Think what you like; I am not a slut."

"Oh? So that wasn't you I picked up in that bar?" Blayne's lips twisted.

"I'm off." Aaron swung his feet off the bench and sat upright. He winced as the splintered wood pulled at his hair. He didn't give a damn about the physical pain though. "I wasn't alone in that bar looking to get laid. If that makes me a slut, then what does it make you?"

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Crawl in bed with Andrew Grey

Crawling Into Bed With

Andrew Grey

And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?  Cotton for me.  I love soft and comfy.

What are you wearing?  Nothing at all.   Perfect for cuddling and… other activities.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?  I rarely eat in bed.  It makes the sheets scratchy, but before bed, we fed each other apple spice cake with cream cheese frosting.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?  Oh god.  You’ll find all kinds of crap including a few toys, lube, old papers and anything else I don’t want visitors to see. 

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? Neither.  I often shift during the night but if I get cold, I either curl close or turn up the electric blanket so we both stay toasty warm

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?  Hell no.  No one put their cold parts on me.  In fact, I’m the one with cold feet and I’ll put them in all kinds of creative places to keep them warm, so be nice because pay backs are a bitch, especially when it comes to cold feet.  LOL

What are we reading? Right now, we’re reading parts of A Helping of Love.  I’m working on the follow up (A Slice of Love) and I need to make sure I have some of the details that need to fit with the other story correct.    If you’re good, I’ll read the sexy parts to you out loud to make sure things get going nicely.  Imagine your own person audiobook read by the author.

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Excerpt:

Peter promised he would and hurried home as fast as the weather would allow. Once he arrived, he spent nearly an hour getting out of his wet clothes, drying off, and getting into dry things. He also dried off his wet chair and got on the road again. Thankfully, the rest of his day went better, and by the time he’d made all his calls, the skies had cleared. Peter decided he needed some exercise, so he stopped at home to change and get a different chair. He drove to the local high school and parked near the running track, getting out his chair—this one sleek and sturdy, custom-made for him. Peter slid into it and wheeled himself toward the running surface.

Getting into position, he began moving forward, his arms propelling the wheels on the racing chair. As he picked up speed, his chest, shoulders, and back came into play, and he zoomed around the banked oval. The chair was weighted for him and could turn on a dime. As he picked up speed, Peter’s blood raced through his body, heart pumping life through him. After a while, it felt as though he were flying around the oval, arms and chest throbbing, letting him know they were being worked. He passed a runner in a blur and continued moving, staying in one of the middle lanes, out of the way.

Peter kept moving, passing a few more runners and staying in the groove. Breathing through his nose and mouth, he reveled in the exercise, trying not to think about how he’d been before a drunk driver changed his life forever. But that was a while ago, and Peter pushed it away. It wasn’t hard, not out here in the evening air, passing runners like they were standing still. Twenty minutes, half an hour, forty-five minutes, each milestone passed with a small beep of his watch. Once he reached his goal, he slowed but continued moving to cool off. “Hey, dude, that was cool,” one of the runners called as he caught up with Peter, running as Peter kept pace with them.

“Thanks,” Peter said with a smile.

“Do you compete?” a familiar voice asked, and Peter glanced to the side to see Russ running along with the other guys.

“I want to, but I’m not sure I’m good enough yet,” Peter answered truthfully.

“I’d say you were. You looked like you were flying,” Russ told him, and as Peter slowed, he noticed that Russ did as well, the other guys getting ahead of them. “When I saw you, I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t hurt your legs, did I?”

Peter shook his head. “I have a slight bruise, not from you, but nothing worse than that. It’ll heal in time, but I have to keep an eye on it. How’s your arm? Does it hurt?” Peter noticed that Russ was wearing a pressure bandage on each arm to cover his wrists.

“No,” Russ said, touching one of his wrists. “I’m a bit clumsy, I guess.”

Peter didn’t argue, and they came to a stop off to the side of the track. Russ was as covered in sweat as Peter, his white T-shirt almost translucent, small nipples almost visible.

“Russ, are you ready to go home?” a man called as he strode across the grass, dressed in what looked to Peter to be a tailored suit.

“Almost,” he answered before turning back to Peter. “I’ll talk to you later in the week, and I think you’re good enough to compete.” Russ smiled before turning and walking toward the man who Peter assumed was Barry. The large man looked impatient, and as Russ approached, Barry hustled him toward a white Corvette, where Barry appeared to throw a shirt at Russ, obviously afraid to get the seat of his “compensating for my small penis” sports car dirty. Curious, Peter watched Russ strip off his shirt, and he stifled a gasp at what looked like black-and-blue marks on Russ’s shoulder.

“The man’s an asshole,” one of the runners said from behind Peter. “If he got anywhere near me, I’d shove that Corvette up his ass.” Peter laughed at the other man’s joke and looked away after Russ pulled on the fresh shirt and got into the car. Barry started the engine, revving it as loudly as he could before pulling out, tires squealing.

Peter rarely hated someone on sight, but Barry fell into that category. His very demeanor screamed self-righteous, sanctimonious asshole. Well, that was none of Peter’s business. Russ seemed like a really nice guy, but he was taken. Not that he’d looked at Peter twice. No one seemed to. “You like him,” the kid next to him said. “It’s okay, dude, I like guys too.”

Peter turned away from watching where Russ and Barry had left. “Do you know Russ well?” Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Russ? He had someone already.

“Not really. He runs with us sometimes. The big dude always picks him up and acts like a superior asshole, but Russ is cool, always nice, if a bit quiet.” The kid said goodbye and walked back to where his friends had gathered, still recovering from their run. Peter held up his hand to the group, and they returned the gesture before turning as a group and walking across to the far side of the oval. Peter rolled to his car and drove home. He’d had a profitable day business-wise, but once again he was coming home to an empty house.

After his accident, Peter had lived with his parents, but he could see the burden of taking care of him was falling to his mother. And as her health deteriorated, Peter fought hard and long to become more and more independent. He got a job, bought himself a small house, and moved out on his own. Both his parents worried about him, but Peter needed to be self-sufficient. Before the accident, Peter had been an athlete, a track star with high hopes and dreams. All that ended when he’d opened his eyes in the hospital, unable to move his legs. Peter hadn’t given up, and he’d channeled his athletic discipline and drive into his recovery. When it became evident there was no hope for him to walk again, he threw himself into becoming as independent as possible. That independence had come with a price, and living alone seemed to be it.

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Tantalizing Tuesday #2 - My Unexpected Guest

Welcome readers to another Flash Fiction event!  

Tantalizing Tuesdays has a 200 word limit, and writers select their own photos. 

Here's my inspiration photo....*sighs* 

My Unexpected Guest 

"I'm not some too stupid to live heroine in a bloody horror movie!" He railed, glaring. Crystal tears trickled down his pale cheeks in defiance of his words.

I smiled. A pointed lingering visual journey from his high heeled leather boots, the delightfully tight denim jeans, the glitter of a ring at his bared navel, the too short, too tight shirt, brought me back to his beautiful face. His cheeks were bright red with emotion, and I let the mockery fade from my glance. He pleased me.

"Of course you aren't, my love. I would never have caught you if it weren't for my vast experience in these woods."

The hapless youth seated at my feet didn't seem any less alarmed.  The intensity of his gaze on my mouth charmed me. Oh yes..."The teeth." I sighed.

"What are you?" His breathy whisper sent shivers of awareness straight to my soul. His being spoke to me, and he didn't even know.

"I am time stopped, death gone astray." He stared, uncomprehending. "I am pain...and ecstasy." Leaning forward, I flicked his plump, soft lip with my tongue. "I am yours, for the length of your existence in this world...and then... you are mine."

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Want something you can sink your teeth into? 

Check out Mark's Opening Gambit-

Teaser EXCERPT: 

Images of the last few hours flicked rapidly through his mind. He'd enjoyed himself. Every bit of the evening, from playing chess with Johnny to watching Mason orgasm in the front seat of the car, had been incredible. "Mason, I just can't. I can't tell you how bad it would be for me if my parents found out about this."

As he pulled the Jetta into the parking space next to Mark's BMW, Mason spoke again. "I swear, they won't find out. Honestly, Mark, I think this could really be something special between us. Give me a second chance?"

It was the temptation of that husky voice calling his name during orgasm, the sensual mastery of the kiss Mason pressed upon him, that caused him to agree. His capitulation was most emphatically not due to any emotional need to be with Mason.
"No more sex in public places?"

"No more public sex," Mason assented readily.

Mark regretted Mason's agreement as much as he regretted making the demand.

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Truth or Dare Give Away- WInner!

Our Winner is Shelley! 

Thank you to everyone who participated.  

Truth or Dare Give Away 

To recap: You match six pieces of dialogue to the person who said it. 

Email me the correct answers at lee(dot)brazil@ymail.com. 

Havan and I will conduct a random draw from among those who correctly match ALL six bits of dialogue to the correct character.

The winner will receive a signed paperback copy of Truth or Dare. 

(International players accepted, must leave contact email to win, must respond to notification of winning within seven days of April 29 or prize will be forfeit.)

I know- you all want to know the correct answers, right? 

Here you go

1. Brandon 

2. Terry 

3. Terry 

4. Mischa 

5. Trick 

6. Arden 

Lots of people sent in correct responses, but we could only have one winner, and held a random draw. 

The winner is:   

Remember you must respond to the email I sent within 7 days! 

New Contest: Win a Copy of Trapping Drake!

Winner ! 


Our random number generator selected #7 , and counting down from the top, I find that the seventh comment is


POSSUM


Thanks to everyone else for commenting! 
Come back next month for a chance to win The Man Trap. 

We're a week away from the release of Trapping Drake

That means someone gets the chance to win a copy! 

How you ask? 

Simple. Comment on this post, leaving me your email, (must be able to contact you if you win!) and answer this question...

Would you stop to help a stranger change a tire in the pouring rain?

What do you win? 

TRAPPING DRAKE

by Lee Brazil

coming 

May 4 from Breathless Press

BLURB

Drake Fallon's impulsive decision to stop and help a stranger change a tire leads to intriguing possibilities. What he doesn’t know is that there are two J. Cahils.

After miserable years looking for love in other places, Jesse and Jay Cahil have accepted that for them, illicit passion is the only one. They've built a life, a home together.

A chance encounter on a rainy night brings something Jesse never expected- an attraction for another man. Still, he's committed to the love he has for his twin, Jay, and he pushes Drake Fallon away.

Drake is intrigued by the vulnerable man he met in the downpour. Though Jesse claims to be involved, Drake is certain the relationship can't be fulfilling or Jesse wouldn't have returned his kiss with such passion.

Jay Cahil is devastated when his lover whispers another man's name in his dreams. When Drake calls, how can Jay resist meeting the man who's crept into his twin's dreams?

EXCERPT

Pulling into the drive, he turned to face Jesse, who had one hand on the door handle and an uncertain look on his face. Cautiously, sensing that Jesse wasn't immune to him, Drake gave in to his earlier temptation. He reached out and ran his hand down the side of that gorgeous face. When Jesse leaned into his touch, Drake's pulse sped up and he curled his finger around the back of Jesse's neck, threading his fingers into the still-damp blond locks. Tilting Jesse's head up, he leaned down, staring deep into the blue eyes, looking for any sign that his kiss was unwelcome. Jesse's eyes widened, and he expelled a sweet rush of air that hotly caressed Drake's lips. Drake sighed and brought their mouths together. Pausing, he again gave the skittish Jesse a chance to pull away. When no objection came, he tilted his head and caressed the full lower lip with his own, adoring the soft warmth, reveling in the delicate intimacy.

With a breathy whimper, Jesse's mouth opened slightly and Drake took full advantage. He swept his tongue inside, tracing hungrily over smooth velvety surfaces, teasing and massaging Jesse's timid tongue with his own. The sweet flavor and delicious heat, the residual taste of raspberry and dark chocolate intoxicated him, and he wanted more. He moaned loudly and pulled Jesse closer, pressing his mouth open wider, coaxing a response from the trembling man in his arms.

A sudden flash of bright light from a passing car startled him and Jesse shoved him away, breathing heavily. "Oh my God," he whispered, huge eyes locking on Drake's face. "I can't."

"Jesse? I'm sorry I got carried away. It's just...you're so damn sexy. I know I overstepped. Look. It's late. Can I see you again?"

"No. Not I can't sleep with you. I want to. But I can't. There's someone else."

Drake jerked back as if slapped. "Someone else? And you couldn't call him to help you, I suppose?"

"You assume it's a him?"

Drake snorted in response. He damn well knew the someone else was a him. No straight man wore three-inch heels in the rain, no matter how fucking short he was. Not to mention, he'd likely have been punched square in the jaw at the first touch if Jesse weren't gay.

"I know it's a him. Just like I know you can't be all that in love with him if you can kiss me like that."

Crawling in Bed WIth Jorja Lovett

Crawling Into Bed With

Jorja Lovett

And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

I'm definitely a silk sheets kinda girl. There's something about the cool feel of silk on my skin that does it for me ;)

What are you wearing?

It may be cliché but I do love to wear my sexy red lingerie in bed. I'll throw my fleecy jammies on over the top if you want J

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Well, I'm never too far from a box of chocolates. Would you like a Belgian truffle?

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

In that one, there's a notebook and pen and a load of sexy underwear. It's the bottom drawer that's X-rated!

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

I'm too claustrophobic to do the burrito thing all night so I usually end up kicking the covers off for some breathing space.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

I like it the other way around with my bed partner lol

What are we reading?

            My debut novella, Pyramid of Passion.

               It's about museum worker, Rosie Carter, who starts a night   shift by finding her secret crush, security guard Nick, screwing a redhead in the office. Running from her attraction to him, she distracts herself with the newly acquired Ancient Egyptian exhibit. The Gold of Valor catches her eye--a pendant bestowed on Pharaoh's soldier, Edifu. Its mystical powers transport her into the bedroom of the man himself who thinks she's a gift from the gods and worships her with his mouth, his tongue...

She discovers the joy of sex and a new found confidence with her hunky warrior and she's caught between her fantasy life and dull reality. When Nick starts to show his true feelings towards her, Rosie has to decide what it is she really wants.

Excerpt

"Hmm. Your strange attire would indeed appear ineffective armor for the Goddess of War. If you are not the Goddess herself and she has not sent you, then perhaps Qadesh? Such a gift from the Goddess of sexual pleasure would surely increase a mortal's prowess on the battlefield tenfold." He drew a thick fingertip from the hollow of her throat to the zipper on her smock. Rosie had gone from Goddess to sex toy in one fell swoop.

                                                                                           

That channel of need Nick's earlier performance opened up now swelled within her at another's touch. Adrenaline buzzed through her eradicating rational thought and she clung to facts where she could find them. "You're a soldier?" she asked.

                                                                                               

"Yes. In King Rameses' Army." He rasped the zipper up and down in wonder, exposing and covering her goose-pimpled skin until she wanted to rip the damn thing off herself.

                                                      

When she set aside the pleasures of her flesh for a moment, the importance of his words filtered into her brain. His obsession with the simple metal fastener of her top coupled with the exotic dreamscape forced her to ask the question, "What is your name?"

                                    

"Edifu." With one final tug, he unzipped her uniform and pushed it from her shoulders.

Okay! If, somehow this whacky set-up could possibly be real, was she really ready to leap into bed with the first Ancient Egyptian soldier to try it on with her?

Large hands cupped her breasts through the white cotton of her bra. When he bent to kiss her full on the mouth, she gave herself over to the moment. If, on the other hand, this was all fantasy, why deny herself a starring role?

"By the Gods, you are a true beauty." His husky voice on her lips commanded a rush of liquid desire to flood south.

How long since a man paid me a compliment? Kissed me with such reverence? Too long. She returned the passionate kiss with interest; let her hands explore the broad expanse of warrior chest available to her.

The humidity of the night combined with the radiating heat between their responsive bodies, soon became too much to bear. Besides, she couldn't wait until Eddie here figured out the complexities of the modern bra clasp. Under his lust-filled watch, Rosie divested from the remainder of her clothes.

He took a step closer and she shivered in his shadow. Masterful male fingers palmed her uncovered breasts, his sun-kissed skin in relief against her porcelain complexion, and stroked a thumb across her nipple. It stood to attention and he rewarded it by sealing his mouth around the pink tip. Gasps of delight seeped from her when he suckled and his tongue joined in the courtship.

Powerful arms lifted her and carried her over to the bed to lay her on the virginal white linen sheets. Totally at his mercy, she was enjoying every sinful second. For however brief a spell, she would revel in her womanhood and experience this man with pure abandon.

She reached for his granite-hard cock. He caught her searching hand and pinned it to the bed above her head. With a sensual smile he started a slow descent along her body, marking a path with a trail of wet kisses. Starting with her mouth, he moved down the center of her body, diverting only to pay homage to one unattended breast. Goddess or not, soldier boy seemed intent on worshipping her.

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“Did you know Smithy’s packing heat?” David jerked his head in the direction of her love interest, presumably in an attempt to divert her attention from his flirting.

            Laurie’s eyes were bright as Smith opened his jacket to accommodate her, indulging in a leisurely perusal of his built bod.

Only when she had wandered over the muscular landscape of his thighs, did she get the joke. Slung low from his hip was a black holster complete with replica pistol.

“Apparently I can’t be trusted with the real thing.” Amusement danced in those chocolate irises, whether at her noticeable fascination with the heat between his legs or the pretend gun, she wasn’t certain.

“These guys are trained, professional in what they do. They can’t have every Tom, Dick or Harry running about shooting all and sundry.” Laurie respected Buster’s rules and expected Smith to do so.

“And which am I?” He let the coat fall closed, and she realized she was still staring at his nether regions. It was as well they hadn’t put him in a pair of leather chaps or she would never have torn her eyes away.

“Tom?” He stepped closer.                                            

“Harry?” Another step.

“Or Dick?”                                                                  

She licked her scarlet lips, the shadow of his Stetson falling over her cleavage. Yep, he knew what she had been staring at.

“Places, everyone!” Camille rapped the bar to garner attention.

“Where do we go?” Smith’s arm curled around her cinched waist.

“The fight scene usually starts over a card game, so we need to blend into the background. There’s a perfect view from the balcony if you want to see what’s going on.”

Laurie tried to focus on playing her part and not the possessive hold of the handsome gunslinger at her side.            Taking up position at the top of the staircase, they had a clear view of proceedings. Visitors crowded around to watch the drama unfolding between Wes and Buster, the dapper conman and the gnarly cowhand. Smith leaned over the balcony rail as the gamblers set up the card school below.

“How much?” he said without turning around.

“Excuse me?” She had a feeling she knew where he was going with this, but he didn’t sound as though he was joking.

“How much for an hour in there?” He indicated the bedrooms with a nod of his head.

“Oh no, us saloon girls are here for company only. We talk, we dance, we get you to buy drinks, but we don’t do that, sir.” If he was letting loose and getting into character then she was happy to play her part.

“No? The men of the old west respect that?”

“They do unless they want to enrage the barkeep.” She could imagine Wes’s reaction to her being propositioned on his premises.

“I think I’ll take my chances.” Laurie let out a squeal when he lifted her off her feet. Throwing her over his shoulder, legs and petticoats flying, he bundled her into the room.

“Sir, I think the establishment down the road would be more suitable to your needs,” she said, half-heartedly fending off the advances of the dashing stranger.

“I’ve got everything I need right here, darlin’.” His mouth ravaged hers, and the hard, passionate kisses were every bit as much of a turn on as the soft, lingering ones she had gotten used to. Hoisting her by the rump, he pulled her close until his hardness pressed into her belly. His lips and tongue pursued heedlessly, leaving her stunned by the sudden turnaround in the chase.

            Minimum effort was required to free her from the restrictive corset. A quick tug poured her breasts into his greedy hands, and his insatiable tongue relocated to attend her rosy tips. “You’re beautiful.”

She wasn’t sure what the catalyst had been to change his mind, but she wasn’t about to question his sudden horniness. Her skin was on fire with every lick; it cooled with the breath of his reverent words. The contrasting sensations had her spinning, the earth moving beneath her.

Lifting her onto the dresser, he pushed the cracked porcelain jug and basin to one side. He pulled her to the edge and wrenched her thighs apart. A deft hand snaked along her silk-clad leg and paused at the frilly red garter.

“What’s this?” He stepped back for a closer inspection, and whistled. “I think we’ll leave that there for the time being.”

“Why, is it turning you on?”                      

He grabbed her hand and rubbed it along his crotch, the rigid expanse answering her question. “What do you think?” 

Had Smith finally decided to give in to wild abandon? She certainly hoped so.

            As if reading her mind, he ripped her panties off in one, swift movement. She reached for him and stroked his hard bulge begging for release. This time he made no attempt to stop her.

            His silver belt buckle wasn’t so co-operative, and she struggled to open it. “Do you really need to wear this darn thing? It doesn’t make it easy for a girl to get in there, you know.”

With practiced movements, he released the catch and whipped it out of his waistband. “Better?”

The green light had her popping the buttons of his fly open, his firm length nudging her. The slight contact through the cotton of his boxer briefs caused him to gasp. Desperate to see all of him, she pulled him free, his long, thick cock springing proudly from a mass of black curls. Slick in preparation, she anticipated its courtship.

The distant sound of shouting and tables being overturned briefly stalled her. Smith’s cock jerked, impatient for tending. In compliance, she encircled him with her hand, grasping firmly. He planted his hands on the dresser and braced himself.

With the building friction along his shaft, he moaned and thrust. She cupped his sac, massaging until his tip glistened with the promise of what was to come.

                                          

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