Monday, November 24, 2014

A Kinky Man Makes My Monday...

Hair the color of a raven and obsidian eyes that ran deeper than a bottomless pit, Hale could put the fear of God in a person with nothing more than an icy stare. He turned that stare on Thane. But after being away from Delancey, Thane didn’t fear the darkness, and he was immune to the ice.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Monday's Kink-a-Licious Moment...

Sebastian clamped his mouth shut with jaws of steel. He wouldn’t be manipulated by her, and he wouldn’t be her punching bag. He’d take anything else she could dish out but not those two things, never those two things, especially not in this courtroom, at this very moment, with Thane here to witness her blatant disrespect. He simply wouldn’t do it.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Dr. Seuss and Tate Dawson Come Together for This Teasetastic Tuesday!

“I will get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too.” 
If it was the last thing he did, Tate would see to it that Evan got his. He wouldn’t be nice about it, either. No siree, Tate was a dirty fighter with a bloodthirsty streak a mile wide. A nightstick up the ass or stun gun to the nuts wouldn’t satisfy him. No, he’d go for Evan’s jugular. That wasn’t some fru-fru dog named Toto. It was Vita, his precious Vitamix blender. And as far as Tate was concerned, Vita wasn’t the only one on a trip to Fuckedupsville. Sam was going along for the ride. He just didn't know it yet.
“Oh, Sam-I-Am!”
Sam made his way toward the back of the car. Smart enough to not open door, he ducked his head and stared at Tate through the window. “Yes, Baby Face Dawson?”
“I would not fuck you.”
Sam shrugged, grinning. “My fuck card is plenty full, Tatey-boy.”
“I would not fuck you, Sam-I-Am,” Tate repeated, his jaw like stone, his teeth packed tight. “Not in the hall or against the wall. Not in your car or beneath the stars. Not in a club or in the tub. Not here or there. I would not fuck you anywhere.” He, however, would kill him…with a rope or poisoned soap, with a pill or with a drill, with a claw or with a saw. He’d kill him here. He’d kill him there. He’d kill him pretty much everywhere.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Bound and Kinky for Thursday's Line of the Day!

Unlike Thane, Delancey wasn’t so easily distracted. Of course, Thane had to concede, she was tied up. Literally. 

~Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Wicked Wednesday's Line of the Day

“You can kick me, curse me, scratch and claw at me.
“Don’t worry. I will.”
Thane ignored Delanceys insolence. “I'll even let you spit on me, if that's what you need.
Delancey snort was equal parts disrespect and disbelief.
“In a twisted way, I'll love you all the more for the fight you give me. But remember this, precious girl, you will forgive me. You always do. Then youll be mine once again. And this time, I won't ever let you go.

~Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Teasetastic Tuesday is Set on Random...

(Random Hottie)

(Random Weasel)

Holy shitting fuckballs! Hottie McHottie with the naughty body was a certifiable doucheweasel.

~Random line from one of my WIPs...and no, I'm not telling you which. :)

Monday, October 20, 2014

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Sunday's Line of the Day...

“Tears aren’t a sign of weakness, precious girl. They’re a symbol of acceptance, surrender, release, and freedom. They show strength, not cowardice.”

~Nathaniel Sorenson, Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Saturday's Sensual Six a la Kinky...

Delancey’s eyes flew to his, and she forgot everything. The past, the present, the future, it all ceased to exist. It was just her and Thane’s eyes. His pale, green, piercing eyes. They were eyes that could cut through glass, and she knew from experience that they would cut through a person. Only the sharp edge of his tongue could cause more grievous harm than those eyes, the eyes focused on her. 

~Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)


Friday, October 17, 2014

Friday's Kink-a-licious Line of the Day

“If he finds out I feel sorry from him, I’m liable to lose a limb or something far more important to me—like you know, my goddamn dick.”
Behind the blindfold, Delancey rolled her eyes. Wyatt was about as subtle as a fist-sized plug shoved up the ass when he wanted to be. 
~Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Kinky Line of the Day...

Delancey needed Sebastian here to keep her from killing her previously dead, recently resurrected asshole of a husband. 
Although, now that she thought about it, Sebastian was as likely to kill Thane as she was. Only he would be colder and crueler, more clinical and exceedingly efficient. Whereas hers would be a crime of passion, his would be a precise, calculated act of revenge. 

Monday, October 13, 2014

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Throwback Thursday: Music Style

I don't know about y'all. But when I work, I have to have background noise. I just can't stand the stillness and the silence. Even my daughter running in and out of the room is not enough. I need more.

Sometimes, I break out iTunes and play the music of my heart. Other times, I flip on the tube and scan around until I find an all-day marathon.

Can we say...

Lately, though, I have found myself drawn to Cold Case. 

Now, a large part of my Cold Case obsession is because of the music they play. (OMG. Best songs. Ever). So on this Throwback Thursday, I am going to honor my love for Cold Case and its music by sharing a couple of my personal favorite songs from this week. I hope you enjoy!

(Oh yeah, baby. Look at that hair!)

Speaking of hair...


Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Happy Birthday to...ME!

Three years ago today, I decided to put my money where my mouth was. I sat down in front of an old, craptastic computer and started to write. I wrote and wrote and wrote for days. Days turned into weeks. Then weeks turned into months. The road I took was long, and it was hard. But it was worth it when I received my first acceptance from Siren. So on this, my author birthday, I am reaffirming my commitment to writing.

As some of you may know, the past year has been a hectic one filled with lots of personal and family issues. Because of the things going on in my life, I allowed my writing career to take a backseat. But that is going to change starting now.

With the blessing of the people I love most, I am working my butt off to get the stories of my heart out of my head and onto paper. It is my greatest hope to have some of them to you by the end of the year. *fingers crossed* Until then, thank you all for being patient, for putting up with me and most of all, for being by my side the whole way. <3

Much love, lots of kisses, and a couple of cherries,

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Sunday's Sexy Six...

Last night, Bellethe hellcat that she washad sharpened her claws and unleashed them on Ash and Kegan, scratching them both where it hurt, after they’d called a halt to the fun. She’d been pissed at them for stopping, more pissed than he’d ever seen her, pissed enough to read them the riot act. Then she’d been pissed enough to strip naked, give them the finger, and crawl into bed. And still, that hadn’t been enough. She’d yelled, “Get your asses naked and into my bed or you can show yourselves out and not come back until you actually want to get laid.” 
What man could resist that? 

Hope y'all have a Super Sexy Sunday!

Love and kisses,

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Getting Down and Dirty on Teasetastic Tuesday!

 Ash had never known Kegan to be speechless, especially when it came to a woman. His friend was no Casanova. He didn’t care about his love life or lack thereof. He didn’t get attached because he ate, slept, and breathed his job at the FBI. It was his life, his wife, and his babyall rolled into one. That was why they shared women. Kegan could get laid when he needed to let off some steam, and Ash got to have a short-lived, uncomplicated, no-strings-attached relationship. 

But no more. That was all in the past. This woman, whoever she was, had changed everything for Ash. He wanted complicated. And he wanted so many strings that he could tie her up with them…and never let her loose again. 

“Who is that?” Ash finally asked once he recovered enough to regain his power of speech.

"Annabelle Kennington-Preston.”

At Kendall’s no nonsense reply, Ash’s stomach bottomed out. That was Annabelle? The FBI wanted him to get close to her? Had they lost their fucking minds? What about their fucking eyes? Did they not see what she looked like? Shit, a man only had so much willpower. And when it came to the magnificent creature only feet away from him, Ash would have none. He knew it as surely and confidently as he knew the tip of his dick was already seeping cum for her.

If Ash actually followed orderswhich he rarely didand got “close” to Annabelle, it would only be to take her, to possess and own her, not to investigate or interrogate her. The entire FBI could suck his motherfucking cock. And if he touched her, that simple sheath dress she wore would be off her in a flash, the lace ripped to shreds, lying in a hunter green puddle at his feet. 

No warning and no questions asked, Ash would back Annabelle up against the wall in the hall behind her. He wouldn’t waste the time to take off his black jacket, crisp white dress shirt, or tuxedo pants before he had her short, shapely legs hugging his waist, her heels digging into his back, scouring holes into his skin. He’d hold her tight while he worked his weeping cock into her warm, wet, sinfully snug pussy—with the whole world there to watch and witness them. 

As tiny as Annabelle was in stature, she’d weigh no more than a feather in his arms, and her pussy was sure to be a tight fit. The satiny walls would have to stretch and strain to accommodate him. But he would make sure she accepted him—all of him, every, single, goddamn inch of him. He wouldn’t be gentle about it, either. No, not the first time. His animal instincts were too alive, too fresh, too raw for slow, sweet, and smooth. He couldn’t do tender or tame. He needed her too badly. He craved her too desperately, yearned for her too deeply.

Oh yeah, Ash was fucked.

Breathing hot and heavy, Ash stepped forward, knowing he had to have her—this very minute. Married or not, guilty or not, she was his, and she always would be. 

Friday, July 4, 2014

Back Where I Come From...

A good Fourth of July means...

Hamburgers and hotdogs on a grill.

Deviled eggs covering a serving tray.

Mashed potato salad stuffed into a too small casserole dish.

And of course, a sleepless night because...

Everyone and their brother stays up to shoot fireworks, hoping that the police won't come a' callin'.

So, I hope your day is filled with hamburgers, hot dogs, deviled eggs, mashed tater salad, and a night with as little sleep as possible. :)



Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Teasetastic Tuesday is Getting Kinky!

Luc kept a distrustful eye on Logan as he walked away, whistling. His gaze didn’t waver until Logan was out of sight. Then with one troublemaker down, he turned his attention to the other. “Paige, I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m not in the mood for it.”
Paige patted Luc’s shoulder. “You’re not a very trusting man, Mr. Lockhart.” Smirking, she slipped past him. “And I don’t get that. It’s not like you’re the man we drugged, kidnapped, and shackled in pink cuffs or anything.” 
“Drugged?” Luc echoed, completely lost by the turn of events. "Kidnapped?" Then the two worst words a Dom could hear in regards to himself hit Luc like a sledgehammer to the skull, and he boomed, "Pink cuffs?"
Paige nodded. "Bubblegum pink," she specified, sounding positively gleeful, while a smile as maniacal as Hannibal Lecter himself split her face in two. "And they're suuuuper furry."
Fuck. That was all Luc could think. Fuck.
Striding away, Paige had a distinct bounce in her step. “Have fun with your toy, Luc. He’s waitingnot so patientlyfor you in the dining room.”
Luc's brain finally caught up with what the hell was going on, and a violent expletive erupted from his lips then, "You didn't."
Paige refused to respond.
"Please tell me you didn't, Paige"
Her continued silence was damning.
"He'll kill you." 
Her back to him, Paige shrugged. "I'm his sister. He'll get over it. He loves me, you know."
Like that would matter once Declan got out of those furry pink cuffs. 
"Blood may be thick, Paige, but it isn't thick enough to save your ass. Not this time." 
Paige simply disregarded him, waving over her shoulder. “Don’t forget to lock up, Luc. D has the keys in his coat.” 


Monday, June 30, 2014

Monday's Message from a Kinky Dom...

Luc made no bones about the truth. “I would fuck you six ways to Sunday, Declan, if you’d let me. But you won’t because you’re too damned stubborn to admit what you want and too damned obsessed with being in control to realize that you don’t actually want to be in control with me...with only me.”


Friday, June 27, 2014

Back Where I Come From...

When a southern woman says, "I'm 'bout to tell you the facts of life," she really means, "Shit's 'bout to hit the fun. So run, bitch, run."


Thursday, June 26, 2014

#ThrowbackThursday a la 1995

As everyone knows, I dig movies from the 80s and 90s. They're one of my many, many, many, many...guilty pleasures. Well recently, I caught myself quoting a line from Clueless in my WIP (which, yes, I have done before because I love the movie that much). So today, on this Throwback Thursday, I'm reliving my favorite songs, lines, moments, and outfits from one of the most notorious cult movies of the 90s!


"Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore Movie."

"Christian said he'd call the next day. But in boy time, that meant Thursday."

"You know how picky I am about my shoes, and they only go on my feet."

"She's a full-on Monet."

"The PC term is 'hymeneally challenged.'" (Dionne)

"Hagsville." (Christian)

"Shit, I've never had straight friends before!" (Tai)

"He's a disco-dancing, Oscar Wilde reading, Streissand ticket holding friend of Dorothy. Know what I'm saying?" (Murray)

"Do you prefer 'fashion victim' or 'ensembly challenged'?"

"As if. I am only 16, and this is California, not Kentucky."

"I feel like such a heifer. I had two bowls of Special K, 3 pieces of turkey bacon, a handful of popcorn, 5 peanut butter M&M's, and, like, 3 pieces of licorice."


And in my personal opinion, the best line in the movie...

"Anything happens to my daughter, I got a .45 and a shovel. I doubt anybody would miss you." (Mel)


Kids in America by the Muffs

Supermodel by David Baerwald


Mel: I'd like to see you have a little direction.
Cher: I have direction.

Josh: Yeah, toward the mall.
* * * *

Josh: Look, I'm just curious.How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself?
Cher: Some people are not lucky enough to be as naturally adorably as you are.
Josh: Stop, you're making me blush.

* * * *
Mel: What the Hell is that?
Cher: A dress.
Mel: Says who?
Cher: Calvin Klein.

* * * *

Cher: Would you call me selfish?
Dionne: No, not to your face.

 * * * *

Dionne: Did you write that?
Cher: Duh, it's like a famous quote.
Dionne: From where?
Cher: Cliff's Notes.

Last, But Not Least...Style

The ultimate fashion item of the 90s...knee socks. You know you had them. I did, too!

Love and kisses,

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Saturday's Line of the Day...

“He's got a point. We've done everything short of begging her, and the stubborn woman isn't catching on. What's next? A collar around our necks and a leash for her hand?”


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Hump Day's Line of the Day...

It sounded dramatic. But with Murphy’s Law all over her like Miley Cyrus’s pussy on that stupid wrecking ball, anything was possible.


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Happy Hump Day! Today's Lines Are...

More cameras went off. Addy couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow’s headline would be. “Humping the Help” came to mind.

-Untitled WIP (Sweet Serenity Book 6)

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Tease-Tastic Tuesday!

Whenever my husband works from home, I always feel the need to poke the very busy, highly distracted bear. Why? Because I'm sadistic like that. Well, as luck would have it, my hubby (aka The Bear) is home today. And that means I needed someone to "look over" this morning's work (yes, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it). Of course, he smiled and nodded like the nice, loving, indulgent guy he is. I returned his smile with a wicked grin and handed him this...

Trev’s dick went wild. He’d loved taking Addy—so fast, so furious, and so fucking hard—against the wall. It didn’t have to be a particular wall. It could be any wall anywhere at any given time. He’d just shoot her a look then, no warning, no words at all, he’d haul her to him. He’d clutch her close as he jerked her skirt up. She never wore underwear when she was with him, Jace, or Josh. He’d exploit that. Like he had so many times before.
Her small, lush body would conform to his, soft and sweet to solid and strong, while she encircled his neck with her arms and wrapped her legs snugly around his hips. He’d respond by sending his cock deep inside her dripping wet pussy, so damn deep he’d nearly blow with each and every desperate thrust. Her body would fight his invasions. It always did. The walls of her cunt so velvety, so perfect, and so goddamn tight would clamp down on him. The friction, holy fuck, the friction was his friend. It drove him batshit crazy. He’d sweat and grit his teeth, forcing the cum boiling in his balls to stay back.
One hand molded to the luscious curve of her ass, he’d dip his fingers between her crevice and toy with the tiny, forbidden hole hidden there. She’d mewl and cry, all the while rubbing and writhing against him like a hungry cat in heat. He’d cover her mouth to keep her quiet. She’d loved that. Whenever he took over, seized control and stole what he wanted from her, she’d go wild for him. She’d melt and moan and come and come and come…

-Adeline Raines's Untitled Story (Sweet Serenity 6)

Monday, April 14, 2014

Monday's Lines of the Day!

Addy got off on fighting them. And that was just fine because they got off on taming her, even if it was only long enough for them to get her beneath them, between them, or anywhere else they could have her sexy, little body.
Like say…up against a wall.

-Adeline Raines's Untitled Story (Sweet Serenity Book 6)

If you come back tomorrow for Tease-Tastic Tuesday...
You might just get to see where Trev's diry mind is going with these lines.
You never know. Naughtier things have been known to happen.

Love and cherries,

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Sunday's Line of the Day...

I know, I know. I've gotten behind on my LODs. I'm sorry about that. Things have just been so darn nutso at my house that I have not gotten as much writing done as I would have liked to. But today, I finally squeezed in some time to myself, which means I was productive. Woohoo! It also means that I have a one-liner for y'all directly from my current WIP. So here you go...

There was no use whining, bitching, or crying over spilled milk. It was time to get out the Bounty and wipe that shit up. 
-Adeline Raines's Untitled Story (Sweet Serenity Book 6) 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Tease-Tastic Tuesday!

Tuesday is becoming one of my favorite days of the week. Why, you ask? Because I get to share more than one or two measly, little lines with you! So here it unedited tease from the sixth book in Sweet Serenity aka Adeline Raines's Untitled story.

* * * *

"Methinks you're a liar, Addy-Paddy-Bear."
“Methinks, my ass,” Addy retorted, meeting Ella glare for glare. “You know. You’re just too chicken to ask.”
Ella appeared to check the banner one last time before sauntering over to the loveseat and dropping down onto it. “I’m not too chicken,” she said. She didn’t look scared or even worried, for that matter, as she sank into the cushions with a sigh.
“She’s too nice,” Jaycee declared as she quit playing with the Boombox then took a seat on the couch across from Ella. “But I’m not.”
“No joke,” Shannon muttered as she too joined their mini-congregation. “J is a nosy bitch.”
Addy rolled her eyes. Like Shannon wasn’t a nosy bitch. They all were. Addy adored that about them—normally, anyway.
“So…” Jaycee didn’t beat around the bush for long before asking, “Why did that scrumptious Henry drop out of your movie?” She rubbed her palms together, a diabolical smile forming on her girl-next-door-face. The contrast between sweet Jaycee and sinister Jaycee was straight-up creepy. “Even better, are you going to ask Jayson to replace him?”
Just the mention of Jayson quickened Addy’s pulse, and her hands started sweating. God, she was pitiful. Jace was in Los Angeles—not that she’d looked at the entertainment news or anything—and she was over a thousand miles away from him in Serenity. Yet her she sat, surrounded by a group of heathen women in her very own living room, feeling like some teen girl crushing on the big, bad movie star who was way out of her league. Oh yeah, she was hopeless.
Shannon wiggled her eyebrows. “That would totally be hot.” She elbowed Addy repeatedly.
Grumbling, Addy batted Shannon’s pesky arm away.
“You and Jayson heating up the screen would make up for you and Caedon.” Shannon made a disgusted face, mixing in a little gagging for good measure. “Ménage à ick.”
“Hey!” Ella growled. “That’s my husband you’re talking about, hoebag.”
“Who just happens to be playing your friend’s lover on-screen.” Katie-Anne tossed a carrot in the air and caught it with her mouth. “Talk about fucked the hell up.”
“It was my idea.” Ella scowled. “I didn’t want him to pretend to be with some other skanky ho.”
Shannon pointed directly at Addy. “As opposed to this one?”

* * * *
I hope you enjoyed! Check back tomorrow for our regularly scheduled programming. LOL. Love and kisses to you all!

Monday, April 7, 2014

Monday's Lines of the Day...

“I don’t even want to know what you did to make that poor S.O.B. walk like he’d had a giant corncob shoved up his ass.”

Jace didn’t elaborate.

But damned if Josh didn’t want to. He knew in explicit detail what Jace had done. It involved two vicious fists and a size twelve boot with some serious upswing.

-Adeline Raines's Untitled Story (Sweet Serenity Book 6)

Sunday, April 6, 2014

"Destined to be Three" is on Sale for $0.99 at Amazon Now!

Woot! The first book in the Sweet Serenity series and my first-ever novel, Destined to Be Three, is available for $0.99 at Amazon for a limited time. So if you haven't had a chance to grab yourself a copy, now is the time. :)



Seeking change, Jaycee Dalton takes a huge gamble with a life-altering game of Truth or Dare.
Jaycee’s innocuous dare lands her on the doorstep of a mysterious fortune teller who throws her a curveball that shakes her to the core. The two loves of her life are coming for her. She wanted change, and she is about to get it.
Grayson Blakemore and Cade McCoy have a love that most people only dream of, but they are missing one pivotal piece—Jaycee. Tired of living half lives, Gray and Cade concoct a scheme with her friends to win her back.
Shamelessly exploiting the dare she is taking, Gray and Cade kidnap Jaycee and prove that love is more than just playing sexy games. When Jaycee discovers their devious plot, will she feel betrayed or will she turn the tables on them and play a game of her own?

Story Excerpt

Someone approached Jaycee from behind. Damn, she wasn’t in the mood for some cheesy pickup line in this seedy bar. She whirled around, ready to tell someone off, but stopped short. Two sinfully good-looking men with dark hair and bedroom eyes stood side by side, their arrogance rolling off them in waves.
The short, stocky man smiled at her with a smile that could melt the panties off of most grown women. He looked like a man who knew what a woman wanted and exactly how to give it to her.
Turning, Jaycee sized up the taller man. He was quieter, far more serious. His face was harsher, and his eyes were harder. Single women dreamed of taming a man like him.
It was too damn bad they left her ice-cube cold.
The cowboy with the award-winning smile leaned toward her, pressing her back against the filthy counter. She ignored the discomfort, preparing to give him the tongue-lashing he deserved, when he spoke. “My name’s Tommy. This here’s Judd. I just thought you should know our names since you’re gonna be screaming ’em later.”
Wow. Jaycee stared at him dumbfounded, unsure of what to say. It took her a moment to recover. Opening her mouth to blast them, she noticed two more men striding toward her, purpose filling their every step.
Her heart raced, the blood pounding through her veins at a pace that rivaled a horse in the Kentucky Derby.
She wasn’t sure what caused the spike in her heart rate. Was it seeing them for the first time in years? Was it that they were headed toward her? Or, was it the chill that shot down her spine, raising the hair on her arms? No way was she hanging around to find out.
Jaycee gave the egotistical cowboy a shove before scooting around him and his cohort in crime. Then she made a break for the door.
Before she took her fifth step, a large hand landed on her arm and wrenched her around, exerting enough pressure to maintain control without hurting.
Cade. There hadn’t been any doubt that he would be the one to come after her. Of the two men, Cade was more dangerous to her, and they knew it. He knew exactly how to handle her. He snuck under her radar, pushed her into a corner, and then pounced. She preferred to deal with Gray. He was good at pissing her off, and she held her own when she was pissed.
Fuck, this was really, really bad.
“Dance with me, darlin’.”
No, that couldn’t happen. Jaycee knew better than to go on that dance floor and step into his strong arms, press her body up against his, and sway to the music. Her head told her she shouldn’t let her arms snake up his chest and wind around his neck, and he mustn’t be allowed to lock his arms behind her waist so he could hold her close. But that wasn’t what her heart told her.
Cade tipped Jaycee’s head back with his index finger. She looked up—and up—until her eyes reached his face. Involuntarily, she drank in his handsome features. She started with his tousled strawberry-blond hair, lowering her gaze to his green eyes, prominent nose, and the dimples on each side of his mouth. She saved his sexy lips for last.
Oh, how she loved those lips. When they’d been younger, she’d loved to stroke his bottom lip with her fingers. He always responded with a sly smile followed by a nip or a lick that left them wanting since they never followed through with a kiss.
Without conscious thought, Jaycee brushed her index finger across his bottom lip as she’d done a million times before. When it dawned on her what she was doing, she recoiled and jerked her hand back. Cade’s face fell, but he quickly masked it with a smile.
“Darlin’, that was not a request,” he informed her with a twinkle in his green eyes. He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the hardwood floor in the middle of the bar. She was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be an actual dance floor, but he obviously didn’t care.
When he reached his destination, Cade stopped, and just as she had imagined, he pulled her close and started dancing. The lack of music didn’t intimidate him in the least. He swayed back and forth, leading her around in a circular motion.
Cade didn’t speak, and neither did she.
The contented feeling she’d always experienced in his or Gray’s presence filled her senses. She closed her eyes and relished this moment, knowing that when he stopped, he would go. Cade had Gray, just as he’d wanted. There was no room for her.

Adult Excerpt

Sitting back in his chair, Gray watched Cade stand up and skirt around the kitchen table before kneeling at his feet. Cade smiled up at him naughtily and said, “Breakfast time.”
Cade unsnapped Gray’s jeans then lowered the zipper and parted the material. With a lick of his lips, Cade pulled Gray’s engorged cock out of his pants and guided it to his mouth. He sucked the head of Gray’s dick inside, twirling his tongue around it.
Gray groaned as Cade’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “I thought you were hungry, damn it.”
Cade smiled around Gray’s cock and nodded his head.
“Well, so am I,” Gray ground out in frustration. He pushed his painfully hard cock all the way into Cade’s sweltering mouth slowly, inch by fucking inch, until the head pressed against the soft spot at the back of his throat. Gray grabbed Cade’s head in a firm grip, denying him any movement. He pulled out of Cade’s wet mouth then slid back in.
Cade cupped Gray’s balls and rolled them in one hand while his other hand dropped between his own legs to palm his jean-covered cock. He moaned around Gray’s dick, the vibrations driving Gray closer to the edge.
Blood pounded through Gray’s veins, racing through his body and heading straight for his throbbing cock. His hips turned into pistons, allowing him to plunge faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He face fucked his lover ruthlessly until his dick swelled, nearly doubling in size. A tingle ran down his spine and his balls drew up, ready for an explosive release.
“Oh, hell,” Jaycee gasped from the doorway with a mischievous smile. She dropped a bag of groceries on the tile and sauntered toward them, her hips swaying seductively with each step she took.
Jaycee touched Gray’s bicep, coasting her hand up his arm to his shoulder. She moved in behind his chair and leaned down, kissing the side of his neck sweetly. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down the front of his chest, kneading his muscles as she went.
Nibbling Gray’s flesh, Jaycee made a pathway to his ear. “It’s fucking hot to watch Cade suck your cock. It makes me so damn horny,” she whispered sultrily, pausing long enough to lick the shell of his ear with her soft tongue. “If one of you touched my pussy right now, I would come fast and hard—like Cade is about to make you.”
Gray groaned and gripped Cade’s reddish-colored hair tightly in his fist, using the strands to angle his head back. His hips surged forward, burying his cock deep inside Cade’s mouth, and he came with a shout as his body jerked. His cum burst from his dick, flooding Cade’s sexy mouth.
Cade closed his forest-green eyes and licked his lips. “Mmmm.”
Blowing in Gray’s ear, Jaycee murmured, “He loves your cum, Gray. It tastes so fucking good.” She grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “I love the way it feels in my mouth.”
Gray turned his head and kissed Jaycee quickly but hungrily. Ripping his defiant lips from hers, he growled, “You’re so spanked.”
Jaycee grinned wickedly and said, “You’re so fucked.”
Gray shook his head in amusement, pulling his softened cock from Cade’s mouth. He bent over and kissed Cade, tasting the mixture of his cum with the natural flavor of Cade’s mouth. He covered Cade’s hand with his own, grinding the palm against the hard ridge of Cade’s cock.
“Fuck.” Cade hissed and shuddered as he orgasmed, his cum wetting the front of his jeans.
Jaycee strolled around the chair, glancing at Gray’s already-rebounding cock then the damp spot on Cade’s jeans. “My turn, boys,” she purred and stripped off her clothes.
Gray and Cade got to their feet, tearing at their clothes until they were naked and aroused.
A very nude, very sexy Jaycee swept all the cups and plates on the table onto the floor then crawled on top of it. Turning, she faced them and opened her legs.
“See how wet I am for you two?” She sighed, dipping her finger into her cunt then pulling it right back out. She held her hand up where they could see her wet finger perfectly.
“Jaycee Elizabeth,” Gray growled, advancing on her.
Cade moved around the other side and climbed onto the table behind her. He brushed her hair aside, his lips descending to the curve of her neck. Pressing small kisses to her skin, Cade’s arms snaked around her chest, and he palmed her breasts.
She arched her back with a moan. “Cade.”
Gray closed in on her, capturing her wrist and pulling it toward his awaiting mouth. Without taking his eyes off her face, he licked her juices off her finger, one swipe at a time.
She whimpered, her eyes locked to his lips. “Gray.”
“We’re hungry, sweetheart,” Gray told her, watching as her eyes widened. “Feed us.”
Instead of letting her ask, he led her hand between her gorgeous legs and placed it on her pussy. “Fuck yourself,” he ordered gruffly. “We want you for dessert.”
Cade lifted up, looking over her shoulder, without releasing her breasts from his hands. “I love dessert, darlin’.”
Jaycee leaned back into Cade with a sigh and shoved two fingers inside her saturated cunt. Thrusting her hand in and out, she finger fucked herself urgently.
Within seconds, her body tightened up and her eyes closed, concentration etched on her face.
“Stop,” Gray commanded gutturally.
Immediately, she stopped and opened her eyes slowly, revealing the lusty blue depths. “I was so fucking close, Gray.”
“Just a minute, sweetheart,” Gray whispered soothingly. “Give me your hand.”
She held her hand out to him, and he clasped it with a smile, moving it to her shoulder. He and Cade lowered their mouths, each of them sucking one finger inside. At the same time, Gray plunged three fingers inside her slick pussy.
Jaycee screamed.