Winter Solstice: Celestial Seductions, Book 1

by Eden Bradley

  “More, Reece…”

  He shifted again, stroked her ass with his hand, and she spread wider, knowing what was coming. Then his fingers spreading her cheeks, slipped between them to press at that tight hole. He rubbed there with one hand, the other pressing on the hard nub of her clit as his hard cock plunged into her.

  “Please, Reece,” she gasped. “I need…”

  “Ah, I know what you need, darlin’.”

  His finger slid into her ass, and she pressed back against him, loving the sensation. She was filled everywhere, pleasure racing over her skin, deep inside her pussy, her ass. And she knew the sensation of his cock inside her, the taste of her own skin on his tongue. Too much sensation, too much to take. She came, hard, her climax and his shattering her, a million stars going off in her head, in his, their bodies exploding together.

  “Ah, Destiny!”

  He kept pumping into her, drawing it out for them both. And her mind was filled with the softness of her hair on his cheek as he bent over her, the shivering weakness of his legs, and her own, the primal scent of sex.

  Slipping from her body, he turned her in his arms, his mouth finding hers. He kissed her, hard at first, then more tenderly. She sank into him, into his arms, the soft touch of his mouth on hers.

  Finally he pulled away. His eyes were that brilliant, Superman blue. His face the one she’d loved since the day they’d met.

  “I love you, Destiny,” he told her, as though reading her mind. Perhaps he could.

  “I love you. So much I can hardly believe it sometimes.”

  “Still the skeptic, my darlin’?”

  Was that lilacs she smelled in the air? She couldn’t be sure. But she couldn’t be sure it wasn’t, either.

  She smiled and kissed him hard in answer. She’d learned to believe in the impossible, in things she never would have thought to be true before she’d met him. She’d learned that her very name was a truth in itself. He was her destiny, just as she was his.

  About the Author

  The author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. One erotic novel was recently profiled in Cosmopolitan.

  Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio’s Night Calls and conducts workshops on writing sex. When she’s not writing, you can find her wandering museums, shopping for shoes and reading everything she can get her hands on. A California native, Eden currently lives in Los Angeles. You can visit her website: www.edenbradley.com

  Look for these titles by Eden Bradley

  Now Available:

  Tempt Me Twice

  The Seeking Kiss

  Coming Soon:

  Spring Equinox

  One hot man is good. Two’s double the fun…until your heart gets involved.

  Tempt Me Twice

  © 2009 Eden Bradley

  Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since their college days. He’s never made a move on her, though, and at this point she values his friendship too much to risk revealing her feelings. Especially since now he has a new male lover and seems so happy.

  Paul and Noah have only Jessie’s rest and relaxation in mind when they invite her along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. She’s been pretty stressed out preparing to show her art at a major New York gallery. A weekend getaway will do her a world of good—and they won’t take no for an answer.

  Jesse thought she’d be nothing more than a third wheel on this trip. But Noah is as sweet and hot as Paul, and their first night turns into a heated tangle of bodies in the dark tent by the lake.

  It’s an erotic, intense experience that must come to an end. And when it does, will she still have her best friend?

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Tempt Me Twice:

  Somehow they all got their clothes off, the men helping her to wriggle out of her damp panties. A hand slipped between her thighs, brushing her mound, making her cry out. She didn’t even know which one of them it was until Paul said, “I always knew you would be like this. Wet. Ready. Christ, Jess. I need to fuck you soon. I can hardly wait.”

  “I need to fuck you both,” Noah said, laughing.

  They laid her on her back, came together over her body, and the two men leaned in, closer, closer, until their lips met. It went through her like a shock, seeing them kiss. Male lips on male lips, and then they opened to each other, and she could just make out the wet flesh of tongues, heard their quiet moans. Her pussy was absolutely aching with need, and the longer she watched them kiss, the hotter she became. Just when she was sure she couldn’t stand it any longer, Noah reached down and cupped one of her breasts, used his fingers to tease the nipple. And Paul slipped one hand between her thighs.

  “Oh! God…”

  “Is that good, Jess?” Paul asked. “I want it to be good for you.”

  “Oh, yes. It’s good.” She could hardly speak through the desire lancing into her body. Her pussy throbbed. She needed him to really touch her, to push his fingers inside her.

  She arched her hips into Paul’s hand, her breast into Noah’s.

  “Our girl is needy,” Noah said, humor in his voice, but it was rough with lust too.

  “Let’s give her what she needs then,” Paul said. “Do you want us to go down on you, Jess? I’ve fantasized about that for years. I need to know what you taste like.”

  “Just do it. Please.”

  Was that her voice, so weak with desire? But she didn’t have a chance to think about it. Paul leaned in and spread her thighs wide, lowered his mouth. His breath was warm on her mound for one moment, then he used his fingers to massage the lips of her sex. Desire, hot, intense, danced over her skin. Then he spread her pussy until she was wide open and planted his mouth between her thighs.

  “God, Paul!”

  His mouth was wet, hot, his tongue diving into her, into that needy hole, and she was gasping. Noah’s hands were still on her breasts, kneading, tugging on her nipples.

  “Noah…please…”

  “Please what, Jessie?”

  “I need…I need it harder.”

  “Like this?”

  He pinched her nipples between his fingers, and she gasped.

  “Yes!”

  It was almost too much, her nipples burning with sensation, her pussy dripping and Paul lapping up her juices with his tongue. Pleasure upon pleasure, her body on fire. She squirmed, on the edge already. But it was too good to come just yet. She bit her lip, held back.

  Paul paused, lifting his head for one moment. “Come on, baby. Come for us.”

  For us.

  Oh, she was going to come any moment, despite her best efforts. She’d never felt anything like this. And she wanted to see them kiss again. She wanted them to fuck her, first one, then the other. She wanted to see them fuck each other. She wanted it all.

  “Come, Jessie. I want to hear you moan,” Noah said. “I want to hear you scream.”

  He twisted her nipples in his fingers, bent and took her mouth with his, his tongue pushing inside. And Paul was licking her, his tongue diving inside her pussy, then flicking at her clit. She arched into his face. She could barely stand it. And when he pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking, sucking, she came in a torrent of sensation. Exploding. Burning, fire spreading through her body in sharp currents.

  “Oh God!”

  She kept coming, sensation overload. She couldn’t stop. Paul’s hot mouth worked mercilessly between her thighs, Noah’s clever hands worked her nipples. She shuddered, pleasure pouring through her, until she was drowning in it, helpless.

  When it was over, they both held her, stroking her skin. She could smell desire in the air. Hers. Theirs. She wanted more.

  “I need to see you,” she told them. “I need to see you two together.”

  “Not a problem.” She could make out Noah’s slow, wicked grin in the dim light from the full moon shining outside the tent. Just enough light to see them, an
d it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, Noah’s head falling back as Paul leaned in to kiss his throat. Paul moved lower, drew one of Noah’s small, dark nipples into his mouth and sucked. Noah groaned, and Jessie’s sex filled, swelled, needy and wet once more. A small moan escaped her.

  “You like to watch, Jessie,” Noah said, his voice rough.

  “Yes.”

  “Will you touch yourself while you watch? I’d really love to see that. To see what makes you feel good.”

  “Oh God.”

  Paul lifted his head, smiled at her, reached out and stroked her cheek. “I’d love to see you touch yourself, Jess. Do you know how often I’ve imagined that? Do it, Jess. Do it for me.”

  His words went through her like a hot storm, and she nodded, sat up, knelt on the hard ground, her knees spread wide.

  “Just do it,” she said.

  They both smiled at her, watched with glittering eyes as she slipped a hand between her aching thighs. She was soaking wet again. Her fingers went right to her hard clit, stroking, sending pleasure through her in small waves. The two men turned back to each other, and Noah put his hands on Paul’s chest, pushed him down onto his back. He straddled Paul’s body, bent until his head was inches from Paul’s cock. And as he slid the swollen tip into his mouth, Paul reached out and grasped Jessie’s thigh, his hand like a brand on her skin.

  She watched, fascinated, as Noah took his own cock in his hand and began to stroke. Then he lowered his mouth, Paul’s cock sliding between his lips. He came back up, and Paul’s cock was wet with Noah’s saliva, gleaming. Jessie slipped her hand between her pussy lips, slick with her juices.

  “Come on, Noah,” Paul whispered. “Really suck it.”

  A small laugh from Noah, then he went to work, drawing Paul’s cock in between his lips, his mouth sliding, lowering, until Jessie imagined the head of Paul’s cock hitting the back of his throat. She shivered as she watched, wanting to do the same, to taste him herself.

  Paul moaned, and she plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy. Her juices dripped down her spread thighs, and desire was like a furnace in her system, heat on her skin, deep inside her as she thrust her fingers in and out.

  Paul’s hips were pumping into Noah’s mouth, his hand gripping Jessie’s thigh. She arched her hips, needing his touch.

  “Come closer, Jess,” he told her.

  She moved until her knees were pressed against Paul’s side, and he slid his hand up her thigh.

  “God, I need to touch you. Spread for me.”

  She could hear the strain in Paul’s voice, the wet sounds of Noah sucking his cock. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. And she could see Noah stroking his own hard cock, thrusting into his fisted hand. Then Paul’s fingers were pushing in between her pussy lips, sliding into that needy hole.

  “Ah, Paul!”

  “Is that good, baby? I want it to be good for you.”

  “It’s good…so good.”

  His fingers pushed deeper inside and his thumb went to her clit, pressing, rubbing.

  “I’m going to…I’m going to come again.”

  “Yeah, come for me. Come for us, Jess. I want to come with you.”

  She could hear the strain in his voice and knew he didn’t have long. Neither did she. It was all too intense, Paul’s hand working her mercilessly, fucking her with his fingers, pressing on her clit. And the sight of their two beautiful male bodies—Noah stroking his rigid shaft faster and faster, going down on Paul, imagining how their cocks would feel in her mouth—was making her shake all over.

  Heat pooled in her sex, her stomach, spread. She arched her hips into Paul’s hand.

  “Harder…please.”

  “Anything for you, Jess.”

  He added another finger, filling her wet pussy, pushing hard into her, grating against her G-spot.

  “Paul!”

  “Come, baby. I’m coming…coming…”

  He gasped, groaned, and her entire body clenched in pleasure, her climax shattering her, sharp and blinding.

  “Oh…”

  She could smell the acrid scent of Paul’s come, the scent of her own slick juices as her sex convulsed hard around his fingers. Noah’s moans joined theirs as he came, the sound driving her on.

  Finally, the last edges of her orgasm faded away, and Paul pulled his fingers from her, drew her to him until she lay against his chest. Noah was on his other side, stroking Jessie’s hair. And it felt so good, so incredible. Her body was buzzing, her mind clouded. And her heart was thundering with spent desire and emotion. She couldn’t believe she was here with Paul. And sweet Noah. Sweet and dirty. She’d never felt like this in her life.

  She’s a rock star, he’s not. That doesn’t stop them from making beautiful music…

  Love Song

  © 2009 S. L. Carpenter

  The lights, the crowds, the shows—the success that comes with topping the rock charts seems bright and glittering. For Ami, lead singer of the mega-hot band Haunted, it’s anything but. She’s tired of being “on” every waking second. There’s never any time to breathe, and the pressure is driving her toward becoming a dangerous cliché—the drunken musician.

  Desperate to regain control of her life, she runs, looking for space. For peace. For herself. What she finds is Edward.

  Having a famous rock star staying in his home, Edward is enchanted and stunned. How could a woman like her be drawn to his simple, down-to-earth lifestyle? There’s only one thing he can offer her: a willingness to help with no strings attached.

  Slowly, in Edward’s arms, Ami gets back in touch with the woman she remembers. The one who loves music. Laughter. The touch of a lover’s hands on her body.

  But the real world won’t let her hide forever. The consequences could cost her her hard-won peace…and her muse.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Love Song:

  The next morning Ami woke up and stumbled down the hallway, her hair a matted mess and the baggy shirt hanging loose over her small frame. She yawned and scratched under her breasts as she walked into the kitchen. On the small table was a note.

  Have a few errands to run. Be back soon,

  Edward

  Ami rubbed her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept that good. She decided to peek around a little. Not to be nosey but just look around a bit to get the lay of the house.

  There were photos on the wall of a couple with a few kids. She assumed it was Edward’s parents and the family. Beside them was a photo of Edward with a pretty woman at a park or something. Smiling, Ami saw that they looked happy.

  She didn’t see any kid’s toys or anything like that so she figured there weren’t any around. She found the little kitchenette area and a coffeemaker. “Thank God.”

  She made a small pot of coffee and grabbed a small laptop computer she saw resting on an end table. Hopefully, they have the Internet.

  Ami sat with her legs pulled against her chest sipping a cup of coffee. The sun shone through the kitchen window across the table. Warmth crept through the room, and Ami sighed with pleasure.

  As she opened the computer and did a little surfing she saw a small flashing icon at the bottom. It was a pop-up.

  Clicking it, she found herself at a porn site.

  “Aha, somebody has been naughty.”

  Edward must have still been logged on because it read, “Welcome back Eddie Z”.

  She browsed around a little and laughed at the photos and streaming porn.

  “What do men see in all this… Holy shit! That guy is deformed.” She sat up a little to get a better look. “That can’t be… I guess it is.”

  “Knock, knock. Anyone home?” Ami looked up and saw an elderly woman at the door. She was the woman she had seen in the photos.

  “Come on in.”

  Startled the woman looked around. “Um, Edward isn’t back yet?”

  “He said he was running some errands. I’m Ami, his, um, friend.” Ami figured she was probably quite an odd
sight, wearing not much clothing and sitting in a man’s kitchen.

  “Hello, I’m Ellen, Edward’s mom. He mentioned he had a guest this morning. He had to run into town to get some groceries for me. I come over every now and then to give Edward some breakfast. He can’t cook an egg without messing it up. Just like his father.”

  “Yeah, I got his note.”

  “You are his, ummm, how do I put this?”

  “I’m just a friend. He let me stay here last night. I apologize. He offered me a place to crash for a couple days. I can leave if you want.”

  “Well if my little Eddie said you can stay it’s fine with me. It’ll be nice to have someone around to chat with instead of just Eddie and his dad.”

  Ami nodded. “Thank you.”

  “You hungry?”

  Ami shrugged. “I’m okay. I usually just have an energy bar and some cappuccino in the morning.”

  “Don’t be silly. You’ll wither away without a decent breakfast. I brought over some muffins I’d made for his father. Help yourself.” Ellen put a small basket on the table and the fresh smell of the muffins filled the room.

  “Oh wow. Okay, thank you.” She took a warm muffin and broke it in half. Taking a bite she smiled ear to ear. Ami was used to people waiting on her but this was a genuine act of kindness. It felt great to have someone be nice with no ulterior motive, no other reason than to be kind.

  Ellen stood and walked to the sink. “Well I’ll let you get ready. I’ll be next door if you… Jesus Christ, look at the size of that man’s penis!”

  Ellen stepped back. “I haven’t seen anything that big since we took the horses out to stud.”

  Ami laughed. “I was just surfing and this silly porn site popped up. I saw this and wanted to, um, do a little research.”

  “Well, ahem, have fun with your research. I need to go cock some—I mean cook some stew.” Laughing, Ellen walked out the back door.

  There’s only one man she needs to believe in. Him.

  If You Believe