STORY EXCERPT

Instead of the mischievous kids he expected, there stood a magnificent beauty turned slightly toward Jeremiah and clothed only in one of Tristan’s old T-shirts and a pair of floral hipster-cut panties that showed off the curves of her toned ass. Her blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun, and even though she wore smudged makeup, doubtless from the night before, her face looked flawless, her almond-shaped eyes focused on whatever she was cooking, and her luscious lips pressed together as she hummed a country tune.

She rose onto her tiptoes and did a little balletic turn before she saw Jeremiah. A flush lit her lightly tanned skin, casting an innocent air over her debauched appearance, and she dropped a pan of scrambled eggs, letting out a small scream.

“Who are you?” Her voice was only a squeak as she hurried to back into a corner and made a futile attempt at covering herself with her hands.

“So sorry, really, to disturb you.” Jeremiah rushed into the kitchen and began cleaning the eggs. He looked up at her, and he couldn’t help but stare in admiration at her long, shapely legs, made more appealing by the fact that she still stood on her toes. Finally, his eyes met hers, and he stood and deposited the ruined eggs in the sink.

Words became difficult when he looked into those light brown eyes, wide and sweet as she looked at him with a mixture of fear and confusion. He felt an unfamiliar urge to rush forward and comfort her, to take her in his arms and run his hands all over her.

“I’m Jeremiah. I own the Lasso and this apartment.” His last words were directed at Tristan, who appeared at the door, rubbing sleep from his eyes and yawning.

“Jer! So good of you to pay us a visit.” Tristan’s words dripped sarcasm.

“Hold on, Tristan,” Jeremiah said, remembering that they had a guest and turning up his Texan drawl in an effort to distract from his well-tailored suit. “Your guest has yet to introduce herself.”

The girl darted her eyes to Tristan, and he gave her a nod.

“Alexis.” Her voice was as sweet as the expression that she wore. Involuntarily, Jeremiah wondered what it would sound like to hear that sweet little voice mutter something much, much dirtier. His cock had begun stirring when he saw her in the kitchen, and that thought brought it to full attention.

“Well, Alexis, it’s very nice to meet such a lovely young woman such as yourself.” He stepped forward, took her hand in his, and kissed her knuckles gently. The flush returned to her face, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Nice to meet you, too,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

God, the girl was a feast of decadent naiveté. She couldn’t be older than what, twenty-five?

“I was just telling you about Alexis, remember, Jer?” Tristan’s words made Jeremiah’s heart stop beating for an instant. He had assumed that Tristan would have forgotten about their conversation yesterday and moved on to another Male Order floozy. He turned Alexis’s hand in his, studying it for a moment. It was so delicate in his large, callused hands, still work-roughened from his summers on the rig. He moved his thumb over her wrist and felt her pulse racing.

He finally released her hand and took a step back. “Ah, yes. I do remember now.” Her eyes still contained that innocent glow, and Jeremiah knew he needed to get away soon before this situation got out of hand. “Tristan, a word, please?”

Tristan crossed to Alexis, tipped her chin upward in his hand, and kissed her. “Just a second, gorgeous.”

Jeremiah’s heart twisted at the sight. Never had he seen such sensitivity on Tristan’s face. He had certainly never seen him handle a woman so delicately. Maybe this really was something to consider… No. He had to resolve the case first. No time for romance right now.

He started toward the apartment’s exit and gestured for Tristan to follow. Once they were outside, Tristan’s face broke out in a grin.

“That’s her. She’s great, Jer. I really want you to get to know her. And holy shit, man, last night we had the most amazing—”

“I don’t want to talk about that.” Jeremiah forced himself to return from his emotional and aroused state to his typical businesslike manner. “You need to go talk to the lawyers one more time, Tristan. I know you’re still upset about what happened, but they really need you to—”

“Not yet.” There was no sign of Tristan’s earlier good humor. “I’m not saying no. I’m just saying that I can’t do it right now.” He averted his gaze and leaned against the wall of the building.

Jeremiah studied him for a moment. He knew how much the accident had upset him. George had been one of his best workers and closest friends on the rig. When he got injured, Tristan had withdrawn completely and was only now coming out of his shell again.

“Just make sure that you see them before the trial date, okay?” He looked at his watch. “Shit, I’ve got that meeting.” He turned toward his car then stopped and looked at Tristan. “Don’t blow my cover with Alexis.”

The smile returned to Tristan’s face. “Sure thing, man.”

It was amazing how happy that woman seemed to make him.

Adult excerpt

Tristan’s kiss was blistering. His teeth and tongue seared Alexis’s mouth with their desperation. A soft bed captured the two of them as he pushed her backward and landed on top of her. Alexis tried to open her eyes and take in the room, but another sight distracted her.

Jeremiah sat back on his heels, already naked, his impressive cock fully erect and ready for action. He reached down and knotted Alexis’s hair in his hand. He pulled her head backward and rubbed the pre-cum dripping from his cock along her lips. She licked the tip of his cock eagerly, savoring his salty tang. He pushed his cock forward, and Alexis eagerly opened her mouth, more than happy to oblige his desires. He groaned as she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked, taking him deeper down her throat, inch by inch.

Tristan straddled her lap, and her eyes darted toward him, her lips still encircling Jeremiah’s erection. He wrapped a hand behind Alexis’s neck and dragged her up to a sitting position. She sighed a little after her mouth reluctantly released Jeremiah’s cock.

Tristan had undressed, and yet again, the sight of his muscular chest sent lightning bolts of pure heat rushing to Alexis’s pussy. He moved into a sitting position and pulled Alexis to sit on his lap, his erection pushing against the soft globes of her ass. His lips found hers in another scorching kiss, and Tristan wasted no time getting to his final destination. He slid one wide, work-roughened finger into Alexis’s wet entrance, causing her to gasp and break the kiss. He added a second finger and pumped into her with a relentless pace. Her sheath clenched on his fingers, wanting every bit of fullness possible. An image flashed through Alexis’s mind of her ultimate fantasy, but she quickly dismissed it. There was plenty to keep her distracted.

Tristan playfully pushed Alexis off his lap, and she plopped onto the large, soft bed. Tristan stood on the bed and walked to hover over her. He stood with his legs on either side of her head and lowered himself to dip his cock into her mouth.

She decided to try a little game of her own. Her mouth widened to let in the substantial girth, and his massive cock dipped into her waiting mouth. She wrapped her lips around just the very tip and sucked as hard as she could, eliciting a sharp hiss from Tristan.

“God, yes.” His cry of pleasure came from behind gritted teeth.

Alexis refused to indulge him too much just yet and only laved her tongue around the head. Tristan tried to hold her head in place, allowing him to fuck her mouth. She had other plans, though. Her head twisted from side to side, always just out of reach of Tristan’s searching hands. He finally captured Alexis’s head and held her in place, but she closed her mouth tightly and wouldn’t allow Tristan to push his cock inside.

He growled at Alexis’s flirtatious insubordination, and she allowed herself to release a small giggle.

Never one to give in easily, Alexis just shook her head and pressed her lips tighter, the tips turning up in a grin.

Suddenly, Tristan massaged his callused fingertips into the flesh of Alexis’s hips and tenderly flipped her so she lay on her stomach. If this turned out like the last time she had been on her stomach, she didn’t mind at all. Two hands massaging her ass suggested it would turn out exactly the same. She relaxed into his massage, inching her ass up into his hands in a silent request for more.

“So you think you can run the show?” Tristan’s voice held an even more erotic edge, and for reasons beyond Alexis’s comprehension, a fresh wave of liquefied heat poured from her pulsing cunt.

“Aaaahh!” Alexis heard herself scream before she registered what was happening. Her brain rushed to comprehend the situation, but a second forceful slap to her ass expelled all rational thought.

Her ass was on fire as it received a third loud smack. It burned, but after the fourth slap, something strange happened. The fire of the spanking turned from pain to white-hot pleasure. She found herself wiggling her ass upward for another blow that would resonate through her dripping pussy. Slap after slap, her screams turned into moans, and she longed to be touched.

“Tristan, Jeremiah, please,” she managed between gasps and slaps. “I need you, I need something.”

“Our little plaything is begging, Tris. Should we do something about that?”

Tristan only responded with another smack to Alexis’s ass. He stopped his delectable pummeling for a moment to massage the soft globes. The contrast of his gentle touch only fanned the fire blazing between Alexis’s legs. He issued another smack then leaned over and slid his tongue along the curve of one cheek.

“This ass tastes delicious,” he murmured as he landed a small bite right in the center of one cheek. Jeremiah’s lips landed on the other cheek, and Alexis’s inner muscles convulsed with the power of the flames consuming her.

“She seems a little wet.” Jeremiah’s breath ghosted over the wet folds of her pussy, and her hips bucked upward of their own volition. She needed more, and she needed more now.