“So good. So good. Don’t…stop.”
“Can’t,” Tyler panted.
His balls slapped against Cole’s with each lunge, tightening them to
the point of pain. Tyler’s hand skated across his abdomen on its way to
Bri’s clit. She screamed when he found it, the touch setting off an
explosive climax that ripped through her convulsing body.
Her pussy pulsed wildly on his dick, milking him and dragging his
orgasm to fruition. Apparently it did the same for Tyler because he
shouted above them, the tendons in his neck cording as he threw his
head back.
Both of them slammed into her one last time and held themselves
rigid as hot jets of their come flooded her sweet body.
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She collapsed on him, exhausted. Tyler fell forward, catching himself
on his hands, and rocked slowly against her, squeezing out every bit of
his orgasm.
“I love you, Brianna Masters.” Cole kissed her sweaty temple and
wiped the damp strands of hair from her face.
“And I love you.”
Cole felt Tyler disengage himself from Bri’s sated body before he bent
over and placed his lips on her shoulder.
“And
I
love you, Brianna Masters.”
Brianna’s cheeks tickled Cole’s throat when she smiled.
“Ditto, Tyler Cannon.”
Tyler laughed at her use of his favorite word and rolled to his side.
Cole pulled out of the warmth of her pussy reluctantly. He shifted
them so her back was snug against Ty’s chest and she faced him. He
rested his hand on her hip and Tyler wound his arm along her belly.
They all breathed hard.
“Just think, all this because your father wanted an heir.”
Tyler snorted.
“Mmmhmm.” Her palm flattened on his chest. “I think he may have
gotten his wish.”
Cole’s heart stopped. He lifted her face to his with a finger under her
chin and caught Ty’s shocked stare over her shoulder.
“What are you saying, baby?”
She shrugged as if they were having a casual conversation. He
wanted to shake her for being so obtuse.
“I’m usually very regular.”
“And,” Ty rasped.
“I was supposed to start a few days ago.”
Cole swept his hand up next to Tyler’s and they covered the place
where their child might be growing. Then he paled. Damn. They’d had
some really rough sex in the last couple of days.
“Of course, it could be all the stress I’ve been under, but the timing
would not have been off those first few times we were together.” She
smiled shyly at him and then at Tyler, who still looked awestruck. “So?”
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“A baby.” Cole grinned, a big, stupid grin. “Bring her on.”
“Her?” Tyler and Bri echoed.
All three of them burst out laughing.
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Shy girls need to talk dirty too…
Enjoy this excerpt from
Talk Dirty To Me
(c) 2006 Michelle Miles
A contemporary romance novella coming July 11, 2006 to Samhain
Publishing.
“Hi, my name is Trixie.”
“Trixie.” The deep, baritone voice on the other end sounded as though
he tested her name on his tongue. “I like that name.”
“Do you? What’s your name?” She put on her sexiest phone voice, the
one that could curl men’s toes. Claudia Anderson easily slipped into her
Trixie guise as she picked up her nail polish. Squeezing the phone
between her neck and shoulder, she continued polishing her toes.
“Jack,” he replied. He already sounded breathless.
“Is this your first time, Jack?”
“Uh…yeah.” His voice dropped to a whisper.
“Are you married, love?” She lowered her voice to match his.
“Ooh…I like that. Call me that again.”
“Sure, love. Are you married?”
“No.”
“Oh, good. A single man. I like single men.” She finished painting her
big toe and moved on, making sure she got a good coat on her second.
“Tell me what you like, love.”
“Redheads,” he said.
“Really? Well, I’m a redhead.” Not really, but she always gave a man
what he wanted.
“A natural redhead?” His voice shook, as if the thought of her being a
redhead really turned him on.
“Of course.”
“Can I see sometime?”
“You naughty boy.” She laughed her fake laugh and rolled her eyes. It
was against her rules to fraternize with the clients, except via telephone.
“Tell me, Jack, what else you like.”
“I’d like to fuck you from behind.”
“Really?” She paused, staring at herself in the mirror. Her brown,
almond-shaped eyes stared back, mascara smudged underneath them.
Usually men warmed up to the idea of talking dirty. This one, he got
straight to the point. She liked that. She smiled. “Does that turn you
on?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“What else?”
“Are you naked?”
“
Of course
.” What the hell…he didn’t know. Another glance in the
bureau mirror confirmed she wore her favorite long, navy-blue t-shirt.
She continued to paint her toes, moving from the right foot to the left.
She had done this for so long, she no longer got excited.
“I’d like to lick you.”
An unexpected heat washed over her. Without him being specific,
even. She clutched the phone, gripping it hard in her hand as her other
hovered over a half-painted toenail.
“I bet you taste sweet, too,” he breathed.
Her nipples hardened, straining against the well-worn fabric of her
shirt. “That’s what I’ve been told. Do you like oral sex, Jack?”
“I like to give and receive, baby.”
Ooohhh
. His response made the blood drain from her head. Her vision
wavered and she swayed, thankful she was sitting down. What was it
about this man on the other end of the phone that excited her? His
voice? His words? She didn’t know. She didn’t really care either.
“I’ve got my dick in my hand,” he purred. “Tell me what to do.”
“Stroke yourself, love,” she whispered, her voice edged with passion.
“Rub your thumb over the damp tip.” She could just picture it. His thick
length in her hand…
“Oh, yeah.”
“Now…what do you want me to do?”
“What do you feel like? I want to know.”
His voice purred the words and she paused. There it was again. That
tingling sensation sneaking up and down her. No other caller had caused
such an uproar.
“Soft and silky.” Claudia stuck the nail brush back into the bottle
and screwed on the lid, setting it on her nightstand.
“Are you wet?”
Wet and ready for sex.
She knew exactly how wet but she didn’t want
to acknowledge it. There was an incessant throbbing between her legs,
begging for her to touch, to feel.
“Touch yourself.” His voice urged her on, making her want to.
Arousal prickled her skin. Heart pounding, she slipped her hand
beneath her satin panties. Her index finger slid between her slick folds,
feeling a moistness that surprised her. She stifled a gasp as her heart
rammed against her breastbone.
“
Very
wet, love.” Wetter than she had been in a long while.
“Mmmm.”
He paused and she waited, letting her finger glide over her dampness.
It had been so long since she’d had a man, she had forgotten what it was
like.
“I’d like your mouth on my dick right now.”
“Okay. Your dick is in my mouth and I’m licking you up and down.
Using the tip of my tongue.”
She heard a little rumble of a groan on the other end of the phone.
Maybe she had spent too much time with her vibrator. Maybe it was time
to get out there and see what was on the market these days.
“And what else?” Jack asked.
“I take you into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, and
suck you. Hard.”
“Ooooo.”
“You’re nice and big, aren’t you?”
“Nine inches,” he boasted. Men always loved to boast about their
penis size.
Claudia was suddenly aware of a familiar tightness in her lower
abdomen and knew she was close to orgasm. She squeezed the phone
between her shoulder and ear, then slipped out of her panties and tossed
them on the shag carpet. Leaning back into the pillows, she slid her
hand over her throbbing mound.
“Are you still touching yourself?” he asked, breaking into her
thoughts.
Was she ever. She wanted him to keep talking. Closing her eyes, she
could picture his face. Strong features. Lean form. Nice kissable lips and
a good kisser. So…
manly
.
“Yes.” She was like a first timer panting into the phone. She tried to
control her reaction, but her heart pounded harder in her chest. “Tell me
more.”
“I’d like to slide my tongue over your clit, lick you up in down in slow,
long strokes while I finger you. How about that?”
“Umm.” He struck her speechless, something unusual for a phone
sex operator.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice wavered, sending sparks through
her.
What the hell is going on?
She actually liked this man on the other
end of the phone. The sound of his voice sent a warm shiver through her,
making her body stand up and take notice.
“Then I’ll stick my dick in you and slow fuck you.”
“
Oh
.” She breathed the word. On the other end, his own breathing
increased. She opened her knees and lifted her hips into her hand.
“Oh!” she gasped.
“You’re coming, baby, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Wait for me. Here I come. I’m coming.”
She glanced down at the rumpled T-shirt up around her breasts and
her hand moving back and forth over her own sex. She gasped, then
emitted a loud moan as her body contracted, her legs closing as the
spasms overtook her. Her toes curled and she shuddered against her
fingers at Jack’s own groan of pleasure on the other end.
“Wow, baby, that was great.”
She panted, trying to catch her breath. She curled her knees to her
chest and rolled to her side, still holding the phone. “Thank you, Jack,
for calling.”
The standard line she used when faking an orgasm took on a whole
new meaning.
Remembering her damp toenails, she glanced down.
Shit!
Now she’d
have to start over again.
But it was worth it.
He’s a shape-shifting wolf, she’s a psychic and his other half. In order
to catch a killer, Caelen has to rely on his Seeing Eye Mate. Coming to
Samhain Publishing October 24, 2006.
Enjoy this excerpt from
Seeing Eye Mate
(c)2006 Annmarie McKenna
Caelan drew a breath and steadied himself after the sucker punch to
his gut. The woman could pack a wallop with her diminutive frame. He
re-holstered his gun and spared a chuckle for the caveman routine he’d
just engaged in. It had to have something to do with his species, and
their innate sense to protect their mate.
Of course, he should have picked up on the fact that she’d been so
nonchalant when saying she’d been attacked. Instead he’d gone into
lockdown mode and prepared to defend her life with his own.
He eyed the door with caution and wondered how she could accuse it
of attacking her.
Following her retreating figure into the house, Caelan surveyed the
area. It was, in a word, homey. His mouth quirked at the mess she
hadn’t wanted him to see, and he planted his hands on his hips. Tieran
had disappeared. For a split second he thought about the fact that she
might run, but dismissed the idea just as fast. Why would she have any
reason to run?
He flipped the door closed behind him with his heel, and was
surprised when it swung back and slapped him in the rear. Now he could
see why she said the door had ambushed her. He pushed firmly on the
paneled wood but it still wouldn’t close. He frowned at it. It
was
possessed.
Caelan turned when an odd breeze wafted across the back of his
neck. The hair on the rest of his body stood on end, a testimony to the
eerie feeling he was being watched. His gaze traced the room carefully,
looking for anything that may have caused the sudden puff of air, and he
was tempted to start humming the theme from
The X-Files
.
“You have to turn the knob to close the door,” Tieran yelled from
somewhere deeper in the house.
How had she known he was having trouble with the door?
Because
she lives here, you idiot.
“Where are you?”
“In the kitchen.” Her reply was muffled.
“The kitchen. I guess I’m on my own to find that.”
Which shouldn’t be
too hard for an expert security person like yourself.
He froze in the doorway to the kitchen at the sight greeting him.
Tieran was bent over, her upper half hidden as she scrounged in the
refrigerator. More blood rushed straight to his cock as he stared at her