STORY EXCERPT

In over half a decade of being a man, he’d never had a woman bless him out over performance. That alone should’ve told Mason something, too. Instead, he was over there coddling her, brushing her hair out of her face and reassuring her.

Christine sure hadn’t stroked Mason or his ego with reassurance. Oh no, she’d berated him like he was nothing. Now she was pushing him aside as if he’d caused the whole cotton-picking ordeal.

“Come on, babe,” Mason crooned, reaching for her.

She slapped his hand away and came at Hales on all fours, crawling to the end of the bed and hauling herself up by the bedpost. “I will not forget this, Hales Blazier. Every woman who knows you Blazier fellas swears there’s somethin’ terrific about takin’ more than one of you to her bed.

“Me? I was perfectly happy with Mason. Monogamy worked for us, but then he mentions bringin’ in another man, says his brothers love threesomes and foursomes, and what happens?” She stared right at his crotch. “He brings the brother who can’t get it up.”

“It was hard for about a minute. You just weren’t woman enough to use it while it was.”

 “That sounds like a challenge.” She batted her eyelashes at Hales, but he turned his back, collecting his keys and wallet.

“Give it a rest, Christine.” Mason sat on the side of the bed.

“I’ll give it a rest when he finishes what he started.”

“All right.” Hales turned around and stalked the bed. Mason rose, and Hales put his hand up to stop him. He wouldn’t take out his frustrations here, but he’d say his peace. “If the right woman would’ve been here in this bed, maybe I would’ve been balls-deep by now, stroking for the finish, but you weren’t the right kind of woman.”

“Bull hell! What you really mean is I’m not Gemma Baldini.”

“That, too.” He smirked. “On second thought, that’s for sure.”

Mason shook his head and stood, apparently pissed now because his gal let the cat out of the bag by revealing things he’d likely told her in confidence. He snatched his jeans from the footlocker nearby and watched Hales as if he expected a good cursing.

He deserved one.

His brother had spoken out of turn about things that didn’t concern Christine, and it was a valuable lesson. Hales wouldn’t tell Mason another damn thing as long as he was in Christine’s bed.

 “It’s a shame actually, pitiful really.” Christine studied her ruby-red fingernails. “Reputations take years to build and a minute to destroy.”

“What are you rambling about?” Mason asked.

“I can’t wait to tell my friends at the beauty shop. The unattainable Blazier isn’t able to get it up.” She indicated somewhere around a three-inch size with her forefinger and thumb. “Poor little thing.”

“That’s it.” The damn woman just wouldn’t quit. Hales grabbed his cowboy hat from Christine’s dresser. He swung open the door and would’ve been halfway to his truck by then, if her threat hadn’t stopped him.

“By the time I’m through with you, Hales Blazier, everyone will know the truth, including Gemma and those whores she calls sisters.”

“That’s enough, Christine,” Mason said, his face turning beet red then. Coco and Drina were part of their family now, and no one talked about their family. “I’m not telling you again.”

“Sub, hell,” Hales grumbled. Mason had been boasting about living in the lifestyle with Christine. This woman wasn’t any man’s sub, and she clearly didn’t respect Mason. They might have tinkered with Domination and submission, but if they had? Christine was the person behind the paddle.

“You take care, Hales, honey.” Christine’s slurred words resonated in his ears. “When you need some relief, try the left hand instead of the right. And while you’re jackin’ off, you think about this—I’m tellin’ every damn woman in this town all about ya. Mark it down.”

Hales should’ve kept right on walking, but what did he do? He paused and waited, realizing his tolerance would soon be misconstrued and perceived as weakness.

Then again, he didn’t give a damn what this woman thought about him. She was putting a knife in her own daughter’s back. He couldn’t expect anything but the same.

“You’re hung up on a woman who might as well be branded as McDowell property.” She laughed. “Sugar, I knew that when I walked in here, but it didn’t stop me. It doesn’t stop me now from tellin’ you I want you back in my bed so we can pick up where we left off.”

That wasn’t happening today, tomorrow, or three years from now on a lonely Saturday night. He’d try that left hand Christine had mentioned before he’d ever crawl in between her legs.

He glanced at Mason, willing him to walk away from this lunatic, but he also knew his brother well. Mason had been all fired up and ready to go, locked and loaded, hollering like a man ready to explode.

Unlike some women, men couldn’t fake enthusiasm. Sure, they could act all interested and shit, but when it came down to the act? Well, it was nearly impossible to turn a thimble into the Eiffel Tower.

ADULT EXCERPT

Every inch of her body screamed for release, but when Scott towered over her, pushing his hand against her cunt and refusing to enter her with fingers or cock, she understood the pleasure she wanted would be a long time coming.

Hales fucked her lips without mercy then. She longed to reach up and touch him, but her arms remained spread wide, her wrists securely tied.

“We have a few lessons to teach her, if you ask me,” Stealth said, his muscular arm flexing as he caressed her breast. Lowering his mouth to her chest, he worked some kind of magic as he cradled her fullness, nipping at her flesh, arousing her nipples, and making her crazy. “Want me to love on you awhile?”

She nodded, but she didn’t speak. Eyeing Hales, she watched that shaded look of hazy lust settle in his eyes. He bit his lip and grunted before he held perfectly still. Then he jerked like a wild man, thrusting and thrusting as he coated her tonsils with his creamy release.

Swallowing over and over again, she closed her eyes as she imagined the others watching her, the way they were seemingly content to wait while she satisfied another. Soon, they were all taking turns.

Hales backed away. Mason took his place, but for the moment, Stealth seemed in charge and he was handing out positions as if he were the Dom of all Doms.

Her eyes met Dante’s then, and she just knew. While Stealth may have been a powerful Dom with a full understanding of the lifestyle, Dante was also well educated in Domination and submission.

“I want you,” she mouthed, her fingers now buried in Stealth’s hair.

“And you’ll have me,” Dante promised, tugging his belt free and leaving it on the floor. “But first I’m going to watch them fuck you.”

The word “fuck” on Dante’s lips was too much to bear. She bowed her back, spread her legs, and longed for the freedom to move about the bed.

Chad released her arms, and she threw them around his neck but didn’t offer to kiss him. Instead, she rolled to her side, expecting him to plug her but instantly remembering they weren’t at the McDowells’ with their trinkets and gadgets.

Still, she was anything but disappointed. Chad dragged his finger down her back and then whispered at her ear. “All fours, sub. Spread ’em.”

Goosebumps covered her skin then as he loitered behind her. When she crouched in front of him, she became aware of the hooded eyes watching her, the cocks being self-stroked, and the lingering lust building, heating a degree hotter with each passing minute.

Chad caressed her ass and parted her globes. Before she could catch her breath, he was between her cheeks with a dental dam, rimming her like he had all day to do it well.

She cried out and crawled forward, certain she was experiencing something too good, too naughty, to be experienced by one woman. His tongue circled her puckered skin and she cried out, hollered actually.

Scott was there jerking her head back and staring at her like he wanted to kiss her worse than he’d ever wanted anything before. Instead, he licked his thumb and dragged it around her mouth. “Shouldn’t have let Blazier use your lips, sub.”

“Do you want them?”

“Nope,” he replied saucily. “I have better things in mind.”

Better things arrived in two minutes’ time. Chad, forever prepared, tossed out condoms to the bed then squirted a pack of lube on his prick. Lying on his back, he pulled Gemma atop him, entering her from behind, taking it one inch at a time.

A soft moan fell from her lips as she considered the forming sex party, the way they’d soon take and handle her, cradle and pamper her.

His hands cupped her breasts, and he tweaked her nipples with his fingers, making her more and more aroused by simple stimulation. Mason went to the headboard and peered down at her with excitement in his eyes.

Chad looked the other way and grumbled. “Go ahead, Blazier. Get your cock rocked.”

Mason grinned. “Don’t mind if I do.” His dick was at her lips, and she sipped and sucked, drawing him inside the heart of her mouth.

Scott and Stealth were on their knees, one coming at her from the left and the other at her right. With their long dicks aimed at her saturated folds, they dipped their hips at the same time and entered her together.

She jerked Mason away from her mouth and released an outright scream.

“Easy, baby,” Scott crooned, scooting forward.

Stealth winced. “Let a partner know where you’re going and when.”

The friction between them must’ve been rough at first, given their expressions, but soon, the bed was rocking, the men were shouting, and no complaints were thrown out in any way.

In a matter of minutes, Mason was jerking between her cheeks. Scott, Chad, and Stealth were jolting forward, stroking for the finish. And Dante’s hooded eyes had never left hers as he rose from his seat to witness it all.

“Let me watch you, Gemma,” Dante said, looking at her as if he’d never seen her in a more beautiful moment.

She ran her mouth up and down Mason’s cock, licking him clean and swallowing his release. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of Hales then, too, returning to the room.

It was then when she relaxed and let them have her, heart and body, soul and spirit, as she reached a new level of gratification, a new dimension of pleasure, and a better understood realm of satisfaction.