Twenty Times Tempted: A Sexy Contemporary Romance Collection

by Petrova, Em

  He reached for her and she came easily into his arms, straddling his thighs with hers. His cock clenched and his balls drew up tight as her heat permeated his jeans. “I think I’ll have to put an order in for summer to remain all year long.”

  Her eyes widened but she smiled. “Why?” “So I get to see you in these skimpy outfits.”

  She squeezed his biceps and leaned in to brush her lips over his, igniting him further. “But winter means shorter days. Longer nights.”

  He groaned and rocked his hips into the V of her legs. Juices oozed from the tip of his cock and wet his boxers. For weeks he’d had her to himself and it was fantastic but he missed Abe’s participation. It didn’t feel right without him.

  “Mmm. Take me. Right here on the porch, Levi.” Her plush lips sought his again and the tip of her tongue snaked out to wet his upper lip.

  With a growl he gripped her hips and ground his erection against her. “You need my cock, baby? How much?”

  She wriggled and nipped his lip. “This much.” Reaching between their bodies she located his hard length and squeezed lightly.

  His balls ached for release. He edged his fingers beneath the hem of her tank and stroked her silken flesh. White heat clawed at his core. He had to get inside her. Now.

  At that moment the faint thunk of Abe’s cast on the floor inside drew Levi and Chapel apart. They shared a short laugh as Abe pushed through the screen door.

  “Hey guys—” He stopped at the sight of them entangled in the chair.

  A grin stretched Levi’s face when he spotted Abe with his big, heavy walking cast. “Getting around better today.”

  “Chapel made me walk a lot.” He shot her a look, part glare, part appreciation.

  She beamed. “Two turns around the lot. It was too nice to stay inside another minute.”

  “Hot, you mean.” Levi trailed a finger between her breasts, gathering the moisture there.

  She moaned and arched her back to give him better access. Abe stumped over and pinned her arms behind her. Her breath came faster, washing across Levi’s face. He leaned in once more and claimed her lips, tasting the residue of beer he’d put there with his last kiss.

  Abe groaned.

  Levi tore his mouth away and looked at Abe. “She tastes so fucking good.”

  “Let’s take her inside.” He clumped back a step and then made his way toward the front door. Levi lifted Chapel and set her on her feet. They followed Abe inside, leaving behind the chorus of crickets and the setting sun.

  In the bedroom, he and Abe moved in on her, flanking her sides, working over her ripe curves. Levi brushed his knuckles against the underside of her breast, then dipped his head and captured the hard bud of her nipple between his lips. He pinched it lightly, wetting the fabric of her tank top and her bra beneath.

  Abe sank to the edge of the bed and pulled her between his thighs. He reached around her front and unbuttoned her denim shorts. Levi stripped her tank over her head and tossed it to the floor with a whisper. Then, reaching behind her back, he unclasped her bra.

  The fabric fell away to reveal her full mounds. The tips were dark rose and straining for his touch. When Levi reached for them, Abe spoke up. “Let me.”

  His big hands covered her from behind, lightly kneading her flesh. The sight of his tanned fingers against her pale skin incited Levi. His cock pressed painfully against his zipper. A throbbing need to spread her luscious thighs and spear her almost sent him over the edge. He ground his teeth to hold off his premature release.

  Levi hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and peeled them down her hips, taking her silky panties with them. “Mmm. The fire-engine red ones.”

  “Thought you’d like them.” She toyed with his nipples, tracing slow circles around them. He caught her hands and plastered them to his abs.

  “Keep that up and you won’t get what you want.” “I have two sexy studs. I’ll always get what I want.”

  Abe tweaked her nipples, making her cry out. At that moment Levi dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. Her honeyed scent hit him like a wall. His mouth watered and his cock jerked in response. Before she could gasp, he sank his tongue into her wet folds.

  A glance at her face revealed her pleasure. Abe kissed from the side of her torso to her hip and she shivered.

  Levi swirled his tongue over her hard nubbin. Pulling back slightly, he let her juices string between his lips and her body. “Fuck, you’re delicious.”

  She clasped his face and guided him back to her pussy. The wet heat consumed him. He tasted her again and again, plunging his tongue deep and then receding to tease her clit.

  She bucked against his mouth and he opened wide to accept more of her delicious sex. Her silky flesh brushed his nose. He slipped a hand between her clenched thighs and eased his fingertip into her soaking opening. A shock ran through him as he discovered Abe’s hand, working her nether hole from behind.

  For a brief moment their hands locked, gripped in the brotherhood of loving this woman. Emotion ripped through him. He exerted the barest pressure on Abe’s hand and then released him, plunging his finger deep into Chapel’s pussy.

  Her hot walls clenched him so perfectly. Damn, if he didn’t get inside her soon he was going to blow. He tongued her clit and stroked her depths faster. She rocked forward and back in time to their rhythm. He felt the ecstasy coiling inside her. A few more laps—

  She burst with a cry of bliss. Abe’s finger drove deep into her ass. Through her flesh separating his finger from Levi’s, they met once more. Hot cream flooded Levi’s hand and tongue. He groaned at her unique flavor and slowed his pace as her pulsations ebbed away.

  She sagged against him. Slowly he removed his finger and pressed several tender kisses to the tops of her thighs and around her hips. Her breathing slowed.

  Abe drew her down beside him on the bed. She curled onto one hip, her eyes glazed and filled with pleasure. An enthralling flush speckled her skin. Abe hovered over her, kissing her cheek and jaw and worrying her sensitive earlobe between his teeth.

  A shudder racked her. Levi watched Abe touch her and his passion grew. He had to strip out of his clothes or die.

  His clothing fell away and he stood at the bedside naked and lusting. Abe sucked Chapel’s nipples one at a time, drawing them taut before releasing them. His cock nudged her hip, long and ready to stretch her. Fill her.

  Levi grasped his cock at the root and rolled it slowly through his fist. Juices leaked down the head and pressure built in his core.

  Abe tore his mouth from her body and pierced Levi with his gaze. “You want me to fuck her?” He shifted his heavy cast to the side.

  Levi’s gaze flickered over them. “I want her to ride you.”

  Chapel caught her plump lip in her teeth. She sat up and hooked her leg over Abe’s hips. All the air left Levi’s lungs in a whoosh. The round globes of her ass and the dip of her spine stole his sanity. Images floated through his head of fucking her tight ass then pulling out and spurting his come all over her lower back. Splattering her white flesh.

  She moaned as she sank over Abe’s erection. Levi could stand no more. He licked the pad of his thumb and smoothed it over her pucker. She shot him a look over her narrow shoulder. “God, yes. I need you both sliding in and out of me.”

  Levi gathered some of the moisture between her thighs, his fingers skimming her opening where Abe’s cock stretched her skin. Levi fisted his own cock once and wet the spongy tip with his fluids and hers.

  He hovered near her ass. She and Abe fell still to allow him to enter her. With a thumping heart he watched the head of his hard-on disappear into her body. His balls grew heavy with desire and he ground his teeth against the need to blow.

  “More,” she gasped.

  Levi pressed into her spine with his palm, angling her perfectly to accept him without hurting her. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself balls-deep.

  She and Abe shared a groan of pleasur
e. For a muscle-clenching moment, Levi went absolutely motionless. Her searing heat surrounded him. At the center of her he swore he felt Abe’s cock throbbing.

  She reached around and clamped a hand on Levi’s hip. “Please.”

  Her throaty tone was all he needed. Slowly he began to move. Plunging deep and then pulling out almost to the tip. She rode Abe’s rod, her hair swishing against her spine and curling around the sides of her breasts. Dark heat flared inside Levi. God, loving her was just too good.

  “Yeah, baby, you like that, don’t you? You love Levi’s cock buried in your ass and my shaft filling your hot pussy.”

  She whimpered in answer. Her ass contracted once around Levi’s cock, nearly unmanning him.

  He plowed deeper, seeking more, suddenly mindless of everything but the three of them united in bodies, hearts and souls.

  With a guttural groan he splintered. She tensed around him. In the back of his mind he knew she was riding the waves of her release too even as Abe roared in pleasure. Hot spurts of come jetted from Levi’s cock, filling her deep with his cream. She rose and fell against him.

  Black spots hung before Levi’s vision. His breathing was labored and for a mind- numbing minute he couldn’t conjure his own name. He utterly belonged to Chapel and Abe.

  Her limbs went limp. Levi snaked an arm around her waist and lashed her against him. Abe shifted his cast again and Levi gave a rumble of laughter.

  “Fuck, that was crazy,” Abe said hoarsely.

  Chapel gave a mewl of agreement that brought Levi’s shaft to attention once more.

  It pressed into her body.

  She twisted her head to fix him in her gaze. “You’re gonna have to give me a minute, Mr. Virility.”

  All at once he needed to feel her and Abe next to him. Gently he eased from her body. She rolled off Abe and the three of them collapsed in a heap on the big bed. The scents of their lovemaking hung in the air and Levi’s pulse drummed in his ears.

  He cradled her face against his chest and she wrapped an arm around each man. The soft feel of her hair against his lips gave him a peaceful feeling just as Abe’s hard body against hers comforted him. They were locked into a loving cocoon. He’d like to see the person who tried to tear them apart.

  Abe’s gaze was on him. They shared a grin and reached across Chapel’s body, locking hands on her waist. “I feel like we need a toast.”

  “There’s beer in the other room,” she murmured drowsily. Levi laughed. “A toast with our bodies then. To our union.”

  “Our passion,” Abe added, squeezing Levi’s fingers and dropping a kiss to Chapel’s closed eyelid.

  “And to the successes of the past few months. I can’t believe we rocked out the KeerSaw project and have four more contracts coming with them. And Blue Jay has hired a hundred good men in the area,” Levi added.

  “Health, happiness and love.” Chapel’s voice was faint as she drifted off to sleep, securely nestled between the men who loved her.

  Levi wrapped them both in his embrace and closed his eyes too, sinking into a world of dreams that could never rival the bliss of his reality.

  THE END

  Em Petrova

  Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy an old pickup and travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their stories. Her heroes are hardworking—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.

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  Acknowledgements:

  Too many people have their little fingers in this one, but Vanessa, Mary Lou, T-bird, Melanie, Wren, Fabie, Jackie, Jess, Jacinda, and Deven, have all read various stages of this rough draft, making priceless suggestions. Tiffany talked me down from a few ledges while I was gelling ideas in my head. Eric Battershell listened to what it was about and suggested the perfect looking ‘golden god’, Michael Walding, and together they provided the perfect shot. Laura took all my randomness and made a gorgeous cover. Deena, who makes the interior look like a work of art instead of the mish-mash I would do to it. The groups on facebook, who have provided me with lots and lots of kind words and suggestions have been invaluable. Finally, my b!tches, who have made this entire series a realistic venture, I thank you guys the most: Vanessa, Tiffany, Wren, Kristie, Melanie, and Samantha.

  Dedication:

  To Vanessa Booke, who has been with me since the beginning. She’s given me support, encouragement, and offered to throat punch a person or two on my behalf. Without Vanessa, I undoubtedly would not be where I am today. Thank you so much. You sort of inspired this whole series.

  Chapter One

  Vanessa’s tentative footsteps left clean tracks in the dust covering every inch of her new home. Home was probably a misnomer, as she looked up and saw cracks of sky through the holes in the roof. It was actually sort of pretty—with sunlight beaming through and the dust motes floating around, it gave everything an ethereal look. It may not be a home yet, but she let a sense of excitement filter in with the dust motes, convinced it would be soon.

  She had just arrived, having bought the house based on some fairly appealing photos and the extremely handsome asking price—AKA online repo. Yeah, it was likely a mistake, but it was her very own mistake, and nobody was going to tell her she was wrong. Lord knew, Vanessa had heard it all from her dad already. He said she was making a stupid mistake, but Vanessa knew it was because she was no longer living at home and catering to him.

  Vanessa was forcing herself to not look too hard at the ramshackle cabin since she needed to go to the hardware store before it closed this afternoon. She was making a list of things to buy before she did anything else. And a broom was first on the list. New house, new broom, new life.

  That was a theory of her mom’s. Mama had always said you don’t move someplace without buying a new broom. Bringing an old broom into a new house was bad luck. And Vanessa needed all the good luck she could get.

  As she walked through the space, a sense of satisfaction took over the initial sense of holy-what-the-fuck-have-I-gotten-myself-into. That was what had initially entered her mind when she’d driven up to see the old cabin that should have probably been condemned decades ago. But now, with every step, a sense of ownership pilfered her emotions, and the plans and visions she had for the place excited her.

  Vanessa had to admit, moving here was more than just getting away from her overbearing dad. She really wanted not only a new life for herself—a fresh start—but also a sense of acceptance in her choices. That was something Vanessa had never gotten from her dad, or even her brother. As fun as Victor was, he just didn’t understand her desire to write, encouraging her instead to go to the local community college for something marketable, like nursing.

  Not that there was anything wrong with nursing. Vanessa held nurturing jobs like nurses and teachers up on a pedestal, one she had no desire to climb onto. She admired them greatly but knew she could never be someone like that. Not after seeing all the hard work the nurses who’d worked with her mother had put into the futility of trying to save her.

  It was dark in the house, even with sunshine spilling in everywhere. Of course, most of the windows were busted out, and then there were the cracks in the roof. But the walls were a dark wood—never having been painted—and she couldn’t help imagining a soft, buttery yellow on them, brightening everything up. And with the cobwebs gone… This place might someday be a shabby chic showplace featured in Southern Living or something.

  It woul
d be super fun to fix this place up in the mornings, write in the afternoons, and have everything done by Christmas so she could invite her dad to come up for the holiday and she could rub in his face how successful she was at being an independent woman.

  If only it were that simple. Vanessa tried to stifle her sudden self-pity as she wiped cobwebs down from the top shelf of a closet. She was wandering around, idly dusting and wiping at things with her sleeves, lost in thoughts of her new home.

  Nope. It wouldn’t be finished by Christmas, even with help. She just couldn’t see it. It was already August, and hotter than a witch’s tit at a Salem bonfire, but it wouldn’t be too much longer, and the weather would cool off. Then it would be the holidays before she knew it.

  And she had another book to get published before then. But not today. Today was all about getting this house clean enough to sleep in tonight. No time for writing.

  Never mind that there was so much to do. She’d recently released her first book, and it was doing well. She needed to keep promoting it, but that wasn’t going to happen, not without Wi-Fi. She could do a lot on her phone, but not everything. The next draft was almost ready for beta readers, which meant she needed a cover and a release plan. Yeah, that didn’t sound like writing much to her, either, but it was all part of the process. And she couldn’t get it to beta readers without finishing the ending of the rough draft, and that had been giving her hell.

  Meanwhile, she needed to go buy a broom, get the musty smell out of the house, and clean enough of it to sleep here tonight.

  As she walked down the rickety stairs, an image overwhelmed her, so intricate in its details, she would have thought it a memory if she’d ever been here before. Like, a hundred and fifty years before.

  The cabin was clean—walls polished to a gleaming shine—and furnished in hand-hewn pine wood, like all the trees outside. It held simple furniture—benchesnext to the kitchen table, a couple of armchairs with colorful stuffed pillows, and a roaring fire in a nonexistent fireplace.Through to the next room, she could see two double beds—undoubtedly with mattresses made from straw—each covered with thick, bright quilts, one with a ragdoll sitting on top of it. And everything smelled like wood smoke and fresh cornbread.