STORY EXCERPT

“Joy.”

Even the way Charlie said her name sent a flash of lust through her. “Uh-huh.”

He smiled. “Nothing.” His expression grew bashful, a sweet contradiction to the masculinity oozing off his body. “I just wanted to say your name.”

“Oh.” The heat flared even hotter inside her.

He knelt beside her, facing her, his shoulder not more than a couple of inches from hers. “We’re going to be okay.”

He was only telling her what he thought she wanted to hear like most men would. It didn’t make what he’d said any less true. “I know,” she lied.

“This is going to sound kind of weird, but I need to ask you a question.”

“Shoot.” She cringed. “Forget I said that.”

He chuckled, the warmth of his breath wafting over her face. “Are you drawn to me?” He tipped his head toward Win and Mars, who stood nearby as though waiting for Charlie to give them the “all’s clear” signal.

He could’ve asked her if she were attracted to him. Or if she found him sexy. Instead, he’d asked her if she was drawn to him.

How’d he know?

She couldn’t have described the feeling filling her any better. Yet, instead of answering, she asked a question of her own. “Are you…drawn to me?” She grew even braver. “All of you?”

He didn’t seem surprised that she’d asked the question. “Yeah. We are.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. None of this is making any sense.” She looked up. The cameras positioned around the barn hadn’t been difficult to find. “You know she’s watching, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” His jaw worked. “But I don’t care. You’re more than I can resist.” He touched her shoulder then skimmed his hand through her hair, pushing it away from her shoulders.

Her skin tingled under his caress. The heat inside her, the fire that had started between her legs, spread outward, encasing her entire body. Her need flooded her, even wiping away the pain around her handcuffed wrists. “I don’t understand what I’m feeling.” His touch was like a spark that had ignited sensations she’d never experienced before. She was more than turned on. She craved him. Her body literally ached for him.

“Don’t try. Just let it be.” He stroked her cheek then let his hand fall to her breast. Cupping it gently, his gaze met hers.

“My brother,” she whispered.

“He’s asleep.”

She studied his mouth, so masculine, yet so utterly touchable. Kissable. “Still.”

“No, he wouldn’t like it. But I don’t think he’d like any man touching you. He wouldn’t think any man is good enough for you and he’d be right.” His hand slipped behind her neck as he brought his face closer. “Joy.”

“Yes?”

He shook his head ever so lightly. “I just like saying your name.”

Then his lips were on hers, simultaneously taking her breath away then giving it back. Her tongue found his in a tangled twist. She tried to reach for him, but the handcuffs held her back. Instead, she put even more into her kiss, wanting to tell him without words how much she needed him.

“Charlie. Damn it.”

She heard Win’s voice but kept kissing Charlie even as Win pulled him back. “No. Please, don’t stop.”

Win, who had shoved Charlie back, stopped, his mesmerizing gray eyes flecked with bits of amber, and reversed his direction, no longer moving away with Charlie. Instead, he dropped to his knees then cupped her behind the neck and tugged her mouth to his.

The cool bars pressed against her cheeks, but it didn’t matter. As long as she could kiss him, she didn’t care. Like Charlie, he took her breast and cupped it, fondling it while massaging her nipple with his thumb. She moaned and pushed harder against the steel barricade keeping them apart.

“Fuck. If you two are going to give in, then so am I.”

Win was thrown back but managed to grab hold of a bar. “Fuck off, brother.” His voice was low, deep and guttural.

“No fucking way.” Mars gave him another shove, sending him to his ass as Mars moved in to take his place.

His kiss was intense, demanding, and she gave him all she had. Twisting around, she got onto her knees and pushed her body against the bars, offering him as much of her as he could touch. He moaned, and she moaned in answer. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts toward him, and he took both in his hands.

I have to have them.

But she couldn’t. Not when they were separated by a wall of bars.

She almost wept when he skimmed one hand down her abdomen to find its way between her legs. Thrusting forward, she silently begged him to undo her jeans and put his hand against her weeping pussy.

She broke the kiss and turned her head. His mouth, his tongue, his teeth found her neck, kissing, licking, nibbling. “Mars. Please. Your hand.”

He moaned again, the sound going deeper, more desperate. His hand was on the button of her jeans when she heard her brother’s voice.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Stunned, she fell back from the bars, painfully jerking her hands as she did. Her gaze went to John, who stalked toward Mars. He grabbed hold of his hair and yanked him backward. John turned, putting his back to her as he towered over Mars.

“No, John. Stop it! He didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do!”

Her brother turned back to her, slowly. As he did, his gaze met hers. She sucked in a hard breath and stared at the amber in his eyes. “John, what’s wrong with your eyes?” Anger swelled inside her. “What has that bitch done to you?”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Joy.”

Even the way Charlie said her name sent a flash of lust through her. “Uh-huh.”

He smiled. “Nothing.” His expression grew bashful, a sweet contradiction to the masculinity oozing off his body. “I just wanted to say your name.”

“Oh.” The heat flared even hotter inside her.

He knelt beside her, facing her, his shoulder not more than a couple of inches from hers. “We’re going to be okay.”

He was only telling her what he thought she wanted to hear like most men would. It didn’t make what he’d said any less true. “I know,” she lied.

“This is going to sound kind of weird, but I need to ask you a question.”

“Shoot.” She cringed. “Forget I said that.”

He chuckled, the warmth of his breath wafting over her face. “Are you drawn to me?” He tipped his head toward Win and Mars, who stood nearby as though waiting for Charlie to give them the “all’s clear” signal.

He could’ve asked her if she were attracted to him. Or if she found him sexy. Instead, he’d asked her if she was drawn to him.

How’d he know?

She couldn’t have described the feeling filling her any better. Yet, instead of answering, she asked a question of her own. “Are you…drawn to me?” She grew even braver. “All of you?”

He didn’t seem surprised that she’d asked the question. “Yeah. We are.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. None of this is making any sense.” She looked up. The cameras positioned around the barn hadn’t been difficult to find. “You know she’s watching, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” His jaw worked. “But I don’t care. You’re more than I can resist.” He touched her shoulder then skimmed his hand through her hair, pushing it away from her shoulders.

Her skin tingled under his caress. The heat inside her, the fire that had started between her legs, spread outward, encasing her entire body. Her need flooded her, even wiping away the pain around her handcuffed wrists. “I don’t understand what I’m feeling.” His touch was like a spark that had ignited sensations she’d never experienced before. She was more than turned on. She craved him. Her body literally ached for him.

“Don’t try. Just let it be.” He stroked her cheek then let his hand fall to her breast. Cupping it gently, his gaze met hers.

“My brother,” she whispered.

“He’s asleep.”

She studied his mouth, so masculine, yet so utterly touchable. Kissable. “Still.”

“No, he wouldn’t like it. But I don’t think he’d like any man touching you. He wouldn’t think any man is good enough for you and he’d be right.” His hand slipped behind her neck as he brought his face closer. “Joy.”

“Yes?”

He shook his head ever so lightly. “I just like saying your name.”

Then his lips were on hers, simultaneously taking her breath away then giving it back. Her tongue found his in a tangled twist. She tried to reach for him, but the handcuffs held her back. Instead, she put even more into her kiss, wanting to tell him without words how much she needed him.

“Charlie. Damn it.”

She heard Win’s voice but kept kissing Charlie even as Win pulled him back. “No. Please, don’t stop.”

Win, who had shoved Charlie back, stopped, his mesmerizing gray eyes flecked with bits of amber, and reversed his direction, no longer moving away with Charlie. Instead, he dropped to his knees then cupped her behind the neck and tugged her mouth to his.

The cool bars pressed against her cheeks, but it didn’t matter. As long as she could kiss him, she didn’t care. Like Charlie, he took her breast and cupped it, fondling it while massaging her nipple with his thumb. She moaned and pushed harder against the steel barricade keeping them apart.

“Fuck. If you two are going to give in, then so am I.”

Win was thrown back but managed to grab hold of a bar. “Fuck off, brother.” His voice was low, deep and guttural.

“No fucking way.” Mars gave him another shove, sending him to his ass as Mars moved in to take his place.

His kiss was intense, demanding, and she gave him all she had. Twisting around, she got onto her knees and pushed her body against the bars, offering him as much of her as he could touch. He moaned, and she moaned in answer. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts toward him, and he took both in his hands.

I have to have them.

But she couldn’t. Not when they were separated by a wall of bars.

She almost wept when he skimmed one hand down her abdomen to find its way between her legs. Thrusting forward, she silently begged him to undo her jeans and put his hand against her weeping pussy.

She broke the kiss and turned her head. His mouth, his tongue, his teeth found her neck, kissing, licking, nibbling. “Mars. Please. Your hand.”

He moaned again, the sound going deeper, more desperate. His hand was on the button of her jeans when she heard her brother’s voice.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Stunned, she fell back from the bars, painfully jerking her hands as she did. Her gaze went to John, who stalked toward Mars. He grabbed hold of his hair and yanked him backward. John turned, putting his back to her as he towered over Mars.

“No, John. Stop it! He didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do!”

Her brother turned back to her, slowly. As he did, his gaze met hers. She sucked in a hard breath and stared at the amber in his eyes. “John, what’s wrong with your eyes?” Anger swelled inside her. “What has that bitch done to you?”