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“Do you know how hard I am right now?” he continues. “How hard I am thinking about my cock in that tight ass?”
His finger is replaced with his cock. A chill runs through me at his size.
It always goes this way, the initial hesitation, the uncertainty.
I’ve come to resist and crave this taboo act in equal measure.
He begins to guide his cock in, hand around the root.
I grimace and moan again.
“Shhh,” he replies. “Relax.”
I don’t believe him. He’s going to take my ass whether I’m quiet or screaming my lungs out, and he’s going to take it hard.
The head of his cock begins to stretch the tiny buttonhole. He adds more and more of his length with each passing second, lifting himself and bringing his full weight to the task, drilling right down into molten channel of my behind.
“Relax,” he repeats, drawing back just a touch and then shifting forward again. He lets a line of drool fall from his lips right onto his cock, using the head of it to nuzzle and press into my hole, using it to lubricate this obscene act.
And then he’s completely inside me. The sudden contrast between the slow tease and the sudden filling forces a cry from my lips, but whether it’s a cry of agony or ecstasy I can never be sure.
He goes deeper until the wispy hairs around the root of his cock are matted against the distorted ring of my asshole, the action forcing me to clench and grip his cock.
“Yes,” he bellows, clearly enjoying the sensation, “that’s the way, baby.”
He draws back and rams forward harder, my fingers clawing into the quilt for purchase.
“Easy now, my love,” he cautions, simmering his strokes down while holding my cheeks apart.
He pulls back and glides forward again, my ass impossibly tight around him, that deep, wonderful sense of fulfillment branching out through my body.
Just when I think I can’t possibly climax from such an intrusion, one of his hands finds my clit again and goes to work.
“Uh,” I grunt, losing my ability to form coherent speech.
He ignores me, his heavy fingers strumming my clit. He knows precisely the effect his fingers are having, knows just how to seek out my darkest, most hidden desires.
And I begin. I move my hips, push back and let him fill my ass. I rock against the hard butt of his hand, the pressure inside me moving from dull pain to deep pleasure.
I’m close to orgasm again, my hips rising and falling and his fat cock moving to match.
As usual, my cheeks flush with shame at the realization of how much I’m enjoying this. I’ve moved past the point of no return. All I want is to come.
He places his head on my shoulder, his cock finding a new angle inside me, eliciting new and alien sounds from my slack mouth. “Do you like this?” he asks, breathless. “Do you like my cock in your ass?”
“Yes,” I reply, breathless.
“You want me to let you come?”
“Yes,” becomes my mantra. “Yes. I want to come.”
He’s fucking me harder now, pounding hard into my ass and with every stroke, he’s driving us closer and closer to the edge.
He draws all the way out before plunging further, using his thumb to hold me open and gain more ground, never quite getting deep enough.
I cry out and dig into the quilt with my nails, caught there as my core twists and pulls together tight. We’re completely in sync, completely one.
I can’t hold it off any longer.
I find the words. “I’m going to—”
It’s right at that point Dane stiffens and holds himself inside me, his cock pulsing deep in my ass. We come together, my release so hard that infinite darkness becomes light behind my eyelids, a trail of heated sensation everywhere at once.
Spent, Dane collapses to the side. I go with him.
We lie hand in hand in the afterglow, that tenderness I’ve come to know so well radiating throughout me.
Dane hits the switch to the blinds, the vista revealed as they open.
The moon, bright ahead, has lit up a single path down the center of the ocean. You can hear it from here, the shift and crash of the swell below, the sound mirroring my own, torrid release.
*
Dane comes through the door of the house first, placing down the suitcases he’s carrying and surveying the space. “Home, sweet home.”
The kids dash in around us, dragging their own bags upstairs to their rooms stuffed with toys and candy. We’ll be lucky to see them again until tomorrow.
We’re back in Merit, back to the simple life—as simple as it can be with three small kids.
Once we’ve taken our suitcases upstairs, the kids busy unpacking, I join Dane for a much-needed coffee downstairs. He turns the old wireless radio on the kitchen counter on, just like Dad used to when I was a kid. It’s funny, but Dane’s become quite a fan of the local radio station and its eccentric, country ways.
“…closed for up to a week, maybe more,” comes through the speaker.
We share a look, Dane reaching over to increase the volume. “It’s Jerry,” he says, recognizing the voice.
“The weather boys are telling me this storm’s going to be a real shocker,” continues the Sherriff. “Once that ice comes I can’t imagine anyone’s going to be coming into, or leaving, town anytime soon.”
I look out the window. It is getting cold out there. “Did you know anything about this?” I ask Dane.
“First I’ve heard of it,” he shrugs.
“That’s right,” says the Sheriff, responding to a question. “Buckle down, folks, and break out the Monopoly board. Looks like everyone’s going to be stuck indoors for a few days.”
Dane places down his coffee and takes me around the waist, pulling me into his hard body, his face lit with excitement. “You heard the man. We’re going to be stuck inside for a while… days even.”
I place my hand on his chest, still can’t figure out how I got so lucky. “However will we pass the time?”
Note from Haley:
Hi, everyone! One very happy Haley here. Teagan wanted me to let you know there’s plenty more reading to come if you’re not warm enough already, including three hot reads to beat away the winter blues. As for me, I think I’ll go back to bed… if you know what I mean ;-)
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One dirty Russian, coming right up.
I’m a billionaire virtuoso.
My hands are magical on and off the stage.
That’s to say nothing of the finely tuned instrument between my legs.
Life’s easy when you’ve got more money than God.
A new girl every day of the week.
Endless, panty-dropping charm.
Until Little Miss Innocent walked through my office door.
She’s my new personal assistant, untouched and unconquered.
I want to be her first, her everything.
To make her sing.
There’s just one problem...
She’s not
who she says she is
And the truth’s going to break more than her heart.
Brute: A Bad Boy Small Town Romance
I’m gonna be her first and her last.
I’m bringing more than a big wallet to this small town.
I bought the local auto shop—lube jobs are on the house.
Until the heavenly slice of country pie that is Jeanie.
With her wide eyes and sugar sweet body, she’s a picture of innocence.
She says she needs my help with a ‘personal project’.
And I’m more than happy to oblige.
Provided I can keep her as*hole ex-boyfriend at arm’s length.
He wants to be first to pop her cherry.
But I don’t do second place.
Never have.
Never will.
It’s going to be perfect.
Just as long as she doesn't find out what I'm running from…
Loaded: A Bad Boy Sports Romance
He’s got the biggest bat on campus… and he knows how to use it.
Asher Slade, AKA ‘Slugger’. Hellcats captain, shameless womanizer, and grade A as*hole.
I can’t stand his kind, so imagine my joy when I’m tasked with babysitting Sir C*ck-A-Lot during his college-imposed community service. He thinks I’m easy, that I’m going to fall to my knees the same way his opponents do.
But he’s wrong.
I have dreams. I’m going places. The last thing I need is a walking hard-on getting in my way. Problem is, I’m already picturing him… between my sheets, my legs, his dirty mouth doing dirty things.
I should be running a mile, so why can’t I stop thinking about those coral eyes and cut body?
I’m not going to fall for him.
Promise.
So why does it feel like my bases are already loaded?
Striker: A Bad Boy Sports Romance
She’s the perfect score. I’m a dirty player. It’s complicated.
JENSEN
Scarlet's always been a stunner. There was a time we could have been together, but then came the soccer, the fans, the fame... I lost her to my twin brother, Josh.
But Josh is a cheating bastard. I can't stand by and watch Scarlet suffer, not when she should’ve been mine all along.
SCARLET
I've been dating Josh for years. I've tried to steer clear of his twin brother, Jensen, but I’ve always felt a pull towards him, a pull I have to resist.
But when Josh betrays me, Jensen’s arms are suddenly wide open. It would be so easy…
My heart’s torn—I just don’t know in which direction.
Slammed: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (FREE!)
My purity ring was perfectly fine until Nate ‘King’ Compton showed up.
The star recruit of the Panthers, inked up and out of control—He’s the campus troublemaker I know I should avoid, but I can’t. Problem is, I’ve been given the ‘privilege’ of improving his GPA… provided I can find a brain in all that muscle.
I don’t do bad boys. I do order and control, and he’s chaos. He’s the antithesis of my perfect princess world in every way. Still, there’s something deeper under those Caribbean eyes and cut body, a darkness we both share. I’m going to get to the bottom of it if it kills me, and given the way my heart hammers out of my chest every time he’s around, it just might.
Game on.
Throttle: A Bad Boy Sports Romance
I only know one position—on top.
ANDY
I do whatever it takes to win. That’s why I’m a Formula One champion. And I’m going for the prize again this year, no matter what my team says. But I’ll play their game—so long as it benefits me.
Now there’s a beautiful woman traveling with me to make sure I wear the team sponsor’s outfits and smile at all the right moments. I’m going to make Sara smile, all right. But not about what I’m wearing.
In fact, clothes won’t be involved at all.
SARA
Working PR for a fashion house and traveling the world? I’m not complaining. Even if it means putting up with a womanizer like Andy.
Yes, he’s sexy as hell. But I’m nothing to him—just another score, someone to warm his sheets for a night and then be forgotten. He’s going to learn I’m not that easy.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
Royally Wrong: A British Bad Boy Romance
Fifth in line to the throne. Off the rails. Drop dead-freakin’-gorgeous.
I should never have taken this assignment. Prince Panty-Dropper Spencer and his ‘Big Ben’ are too far gone. Even my journalistic wonders aren’t enough to pull him from the public blacklist. He’s a playboy, an arrogant, cocky as*hole in the extreme and the kind of overt man candy that goes against every one of my golden rules.
But I want him all the same, crave his cursed touch. I won’t have a job to go back to if I leave empty-handed, which means we’re going to have to get real close, access all areas. He’s a prick, yes, but I can’t stop thinking about his hard muscles, his slack smile, the complete confidence he has in himself. He might be Britain’s biggest player, but if he wants me, he’s damn well going to have to work for it.
London’s calling alright. Question is, can I handle what’s on the line?
Long Game
Teagan Kade
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CHAPTER ONE
CAYDEN
“Larry, Curly, and Moe. What great, cosmic power decided to throw you three stooges into my lap?”
Dean Smith looks like she’s chewing on something particularly unpleasant as she says it. I can’t speak for my brothers, but the last place I’d want to be is in her lap. Given her personal hygiene, I doubt she’s been eaten out since World War II.
Colton leans forward in his chair. “Actually, our names are—” He’s silenced by the Dean’s hand.
“Did I say you could speak, dumbass?”
Colton looks across to me in surprise. He’s about to learn we’re not in high school any more.
Dean Smith prods a chubby finger at him. “You, Colton Beckett, are new to this, given you’re a freshman and all, but your two brothers here are regular visitors to my office, much to my displeasure.”
Hunter sniggers beside me. I’m struggling to keep a straight face myself. This bad cop routine is so cheesy I’m pretty sure Dean Smith’s going to pull out wine and crackers soon.
The Dean shakes her head, looking between us. “We’ve
had familial groups like you before at Abbotsleigh during my tenure. There were the McIntyres—wonderful, smart boys, one of which is now a federal judge. There were the Hardy triplets back in ’09—excellent, studious sisters who’ve gone on promising careers in the upper echelon of the business world.”
I’m getting ‘hardy’ picturing them.
The Dean’s eyes narrow. “But you Becketts…” She pauses. “You’re the kind of arrogant, sport-over-study assholes whose sheer presence muddies this fine institution. I don’t care if you know how to throw a ball, that you bring in sponsorships and endorsements. I don’t care Daddy’s a big lawyer from New York with more money than God. But what I do care about are my students—the innocent parties drawn into your debaucherous ways.”
I want to interject, remind her about the new library our father donated to the university just this year, but I hold my tongue.
She sighs, tapping the cell phone on her desk. “The university intranet is for scholarly file transfer, not for…” She holds the phone up. “What the hell even is this?”
I start to chuckle, a second away from losing it.
Colton’s somehow keeping it together. “It’s an Eiffel Tower,” he says, serious as a heart attack.
The Dean’s eyebrows jump up to her hairline. “A what?”
Colton points to the picture on her cell screen. “As you can see, this girl is performing fellatio on myself there while Cayden penetrates her vaginally from behind. We’re connecting our hands above her, to make what loosely looks like—”
“Enough!” The Dean slams the cell down on her desk.
Hunter and I explode with laughter. I don’t know how the fuck Colton got that much out without wetting himself.
Dean Smith taps the cell again. “Clarification, I do not need, Mr. Beckett.”