STORY EXCERPT

Finally, at long last, she was meeting Ash. Thankfully, he’d given her time to settle down, to settle in. She’d needed it after finding Dixie in her bedroom. Even then, in an act of defiance against the strange woman, she’d claimed the bedroom as hers.

But now the time had come. She smiled, trying to cover her nerves. She took the last step down into the living room and crossed over to Brett and Ash.

“Candace, baby, this is Ash Denvers.” Brett chuckled. “Yeah, I know. It’s not like he’s a total stranger, right? You’ve heard enough about him from me over these past months.”

Candace did her best to understand what was happening, but she couldn’t. Why was she feeling the same way toward Ash, a man she hardly knew at all, as she felt toward Brett? The strange, exhilarating sensation was familiar yet with a slight twist, but it was just as intense. The longer she stared at Ash, the stronger the feeling grew.

“It’s good to finally have you here at the ranch.” Ash shot a look at Brett. “Until recently, I didn’t even know you existed. But after the other day, Brett’s been talking non-stop about you.” His heated gaze swept over her. “Now I can see why.”

“I’m happy to finally meet you, too.” She barely got the words out. The sizzle had taken control of her body and was doing the same with her mind. Thoughts of touching Ash, of slicking her tongue over every inch of him whirled, demanding to be heard, demanding to be acted upon.

Brett glanced between them, a curious expression on his face. “Why are you two being so fucking formal?” He took her hand and squeezed. “Baby, I know you feel drawn to Ash just like you’re drawn to me. You are, right?”

She blinked, thrown. How could he know? “You do?”

“Yeah, I do. And it’s okay. In fact, it’s fucking great.”

“I don’t understand.” Brett had explained before that he wanted to share her with Ash, but had she ever taken it seriously? Surely, two amazing men wouldn’t want her. Who would want Chubby Candace? They could have any woman they wanted. Beautiful, desirable, willing women. Why would they choose her over someone like Dixie?

Because I’m sane.

Well, yeah, there’s that, but don’t a lot of men like crazy women?

She looked to Ash again. Brett had convinced her that he wanted her, but Ash didn’t even know her. How could he possibly want her?

She had agreed to think about being with both men, but she’d always been prepared for Ash not liking her. And, to a much lesser extent, for her not to like him. Yet with the strange sensation spinning between them, those possibilities were quickly dying.

Ash moved to her then, taking her hand away from Brett. “Don’t try to understand it right now. Even after you understand it and can wrap your head around it, it still takes time to let it really sink in. Until then, just listen to your feelings.” His gray eyes, flecked with those odd bits of amber, met hers—held hers in their powerful grip. “You do want me, don’t you?”

How could he know? Could he smell her arousal? Then again, wouldn’t any woman want him? Guilt hit her, and she looked to Brett for an explanation.

Brett nodded. “It’s okay, baby. I was hoping you’d want Ash just like you want me.” He skimmed a palm along her arm, strangely calming and exciting her at the same time. “We both want you.”

“But—” This was like a wet dream coming true. But dreams, especially for girls like her, rarely came true.

“But nothing, sweet thang. This way you’re feeling? It’s the way it’s supposed to be between us. Shit. I was scared you wouldn’t feel this way.”

Brett pressed his palm to her cheek. “Just let it be. Don’t fight it. Trust me when I tell you that you can’t.” He laughed. “Resistance is futile.”

Ash groaned. “Don’t let the Star Trek nerd turn you off.” He pulled her to him, cupping her face, the intensity in his eyes drilling into her. “We want you. Do you want us? Both of us? Now?”

She couldn’t have answered any other way. “Yes.” But this is crazy. Yet it’s a good kind of crazy. And definitely not a Dixie kind of crazy.

Why am I thinking about her?

And then the thoughts of Dixie were gone as they moved together, two men and one woman. Three people who had, despite distance, found each other. Three people who knew instinctively that they belonged together.

They skimmed their palms over her, stopping here to undo a button, bending there to take off her shoes. With each move, each touch, they grew to know her better. With each move, each touch, the wild sensation grew stronger, more demanding. Even when they pulled the straps of the dress over her shoulders and let the dress drop to the floor, she wasn’t afraid or ashamed. Instead, her hunger grew as her pointed gaze ran over them.

Smiling in such a knowing way, they undressed, pulling their shirts over their heads and tossing them away. Their bodies were magnificent. Lean, yet muscled, their abdomens tight and dipping toward their greatest assets.

ADULT EXCEPRT

Brett swept her into his arms, taking her off her feet, and began carrying her toward the house. If any other man had done the same, she would’ve struggled to be set free. But this was Brett. This was the man she’d longed for, the man she’d hungered for with a passion she’d never thought possible.

His mouth crushed hers as one hand cupped her butt cheek and squeezed. A moan flowed into her mouth, and she answered back with a whimper. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she kissed him back, firmly, demanding that he somehow melt his body into hers.

He kept moving, going up the steps of the deck of the house. Her breath burst out of her when he shoved her against the siding next to the back door. Using the wall to help support her, he fumbled first with his belt buckle then with his zipper.

She pushed her breasts against his chest and, using one hand, jerked at the buttons of her dress. Her fingers, however, couldn’t stop shaking long enough to undo the buttons. Oh, how she wished she was naked, unhindered by the restraints of her clothes. And yet, she’d done one thing right. By wearing a dress, she’d unconsciously given him quicker access. As though he’d read her mind, he jerked her panties away.

She gasped, her mouth still locked with his when he slipped his hand between her legs. Strong, demanding fingers found her wetness. His palm rubbed against her mons then dipped lower to push against her already throbbing clit. She gasped again, the gesture this time breaking the kiss. She met his gaze in the same moment that he slipped his fingers between her folds and into her pussy.

Amber-flecked eyes, eyes she’d dreamed of studying her for a lifetime, glowed with an intensity she couldn’t have named yet understood all too well.

They’d talked, messaged for months, but now words were no longer needed. She tightened her legs around him and thrust her hips forward. When his long, hard cock replaced his hand between her legs, his lips curved up slightly and her eyes widened.

He’s so big! He’s huge!

Could she take all of him inside? Would it hurt?

She was no virgin, but she’d never felt anything so large between her legs.

“Baby,” he whispered as he brushed her hair back.

She sighed, her nervousness suddenly gone with the utterance of that one word.

For a moment, they paused, their eyes locked, their breaths washing over each other. Time had indeed stopped as they gazed into each other’s eyes. A pledge, unspoken, yet as powerful as any verbal one, rushed between them.

I love you.

She’d had the thought before, almost immediately after their first online chat. But now the idea meant so much more, taking on an importance that sank into her very soul.

His eyes sparkled, almost as though he’d once again read her mind. She studied the amber lightening his soulful brown eyes, wondered how it came and went, and knew he’d understood her silent pledge.

His hand cupped her butt cheek as he pressed against her a little harder. A second later, he plunged his cock inside her pussy, driving hard and deep. She let out a small cry, yet a scream rose from the depths of her. Not a scream of pain or of fear but of victory.

He’s mine.

How she knew didn’t matter. Something inside her, something magical and wonderful, came alive as though a part of her had been waiting for him. Had he brought her wilder side alive? In a way she couldn’t explain, she felt freer, unleashed, primal.

He rammed into her, over and over, driving the sizzling sensation into a wild ride toward her climax. Musk rose up to surround them, thickening the air with their scents. She tried to take in a deep breath, but with every thrust, he drove it out of her. Clinging to him, she arched her breasts, begging him to take a nipple into his mouth, even though her clothes still hid her upper torso. He groaned and put his mouth to her breast, his teeth fighting against the cotton to capture her nipple. She moaned, aching to feel his bare flesh under her fingers, but the best she could do was to hold on during the wild ride.

Again and again, he slammed into her. The heat caused by the friction burned into her pussy. The crazy sensation she’d always felt for him whipped into a frenzy, growing stronger with each touch. Wanting to hold him to her forever, she closed her pussy walls around him as tightly as she could. Perspiration dotted her brow. She skimmed her fingers along the nape of his neck, finding his sweat.

Breathing was difficult, coming in short gasps, only to be shoved out of her. She closed her eyes, her every nerve alive, and concentrated on how his hands and cock felt against and inside her. Her dress was wet as his tongue pushed against her tit.

I’m going to break in two.

The pulsating need inside her grew stronger, wilder. Her body tensed, and she tried to hold back, but she instinctively knew it was an impossible act. A burn, originating from his body as well as inside her, raced through her. She gritted her teeth then could hold out no longer. Voicelessly, she opened her mouth and let out a scream as her climax erupted.

He stilled, and then he slammed into her again. As she clung to him, her fingers digging into his shirt, he grabbed her face with both hands.

“Look at me,” he demanded in a voice heavy with lust.

She opened her eyes and met his dazzling one.

“Mine,” he said hoarsely.

Before she could respond, he laid back his head and howled his release.