He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping its hot length. Precome wet his fingers, the urgency of claiming Kennedy not just an emotional need, but a physical one. One he would soon meet. As soon as he sheathed his dick in a—
“Ah, fuck,” he ground out, lifting his head from Kennedy’s sex and choking his throbbing cock. “I don’t have a condom.”
Her eyes danced with blue desire, her breasts heaving as she stared at him down the length of her body. “I’m on the Pill.”
Luke’s heart punched into his throat. For a split second, the thought of being surrounded by her wet, tight heat without a thin film of latex between them almost undid him. His cock pulsed in his grip, precome oozing from its tip. Inside her. Completely. Skin on skin, heat on heat…
She smiled at him and parted her thighs wider. “I’m on the Pill and I want you to fill me with your come, fuck with me your mouth until you’re hard again and then pump me full of your seed once more. I don’t care about condoms. I just want you. All of you, Luke. Everything you are, everything you give me. Only you. Not just for this moment, but for all moments. Understand?”
Her raw proclamation, uttered on a shaky breath, pushed Luke over the edge. He rose up between her spread thighs, parted her pussy lips with steady fingers and stared into her eyes. “I understand.”
Kennedy’s smile turned dirty. “Good. Now fuck me, fireman. Fuck me hard. I’m in a world of sexual need here and I need my hero to save me.”
He did as she commanded, sinking into her sex. Stretching her wide. Burying himself within her walls until his balls slapped her arse and the root of his shaft rubbed her clit.
And then, as she begged him for more, he withdrew to the tip of his cock and drove back into her again.
And again.
And again.
Because that’s what heroes did. Gave the woman they loved everything.
And saved them from butterflies.
Forever.
Epilogue
Kennedy lowered her camera, smiled at Aidan and McKenzie and said, “That’s it. Last shot of the day.”
The bride and groom—now husband and wife—smiled back at her before turning to each other. Aidan slid his arms around McKenzie’s small waist and tugged her a little closer—if that was even possible—to his body. “Hello, Mrs. Rogers.”
McKenzie grinned up at him, and not for the first time since the wedding started, Kennedy was struck by just how tiny she was and how big Aidan was. “Hello, Mr. Wood.”
Aidan laughed, the sound deep and completely joyous. “Yeah, yeah.” He lowered his head to hers and nudged her forehead with his own. “Whatever. Now get your arse on the dance floor, woman. I want to dance with you.”
The newly married couple walked away from Kennedy, McKenzie giving her a little grin as she went.
Kennedy stood to the side of Bar Evoke’s dance floor, watching them move to the center of the crowd. The wedding reception had been going for two hours now. The toasts had been made, the cake just cut. Now, it was all over but the dancing. The real dancing.
On the small stage beside the dance floor, Nick Blackthorne tapped the microphone, waiting for everyone to fall silent as he smiled down at them. “This is a song called Today I wrote for Lauren, my fiancée.” His gaze moved to the woman standing with Mitch Wood to the side of the stage. “But I don’t think she’ll mind if I play it for Mack and Aidan now. After all, it was Mack and Aidan who made me realize I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.”
He looked back at the bride and groom standing belly-to-belly on the dance floor, the smile he gave them one of the sexiest in the world. “Well done, you two. Bloody proud of you.”
The wedding guests laughed, and then silence fell over each and every one as Nick started playing his acoustic guitar.
“I’ll hold you till you let me.
And then plead for time…” he sang, his voice a husky timbre.
“To let you know I’m sorry
To make you mine.”
The hairs on the back of Kennedy’s neck rose at the beauty of Nick’s voice. She raised her camera, capturing a few images of the world’s biggest rock star singing softly. Her heart raced. Who would have thought one move to a little island off the coast of tropical Australia could bring so many unexpected moments?
“I see you and the convict got things sorted out?”
She turned at the deep British voice, finding Addison standing beside her.
“We did,” she answered, not sure what else to say. She hadn’t seen Luke’s cousin until the morning of the wedding, and the madness of photographing the event had prevented her from speaking to him. A thick pressure formed in her throat. “I…I’m sorry, Addison. This…this isn’t the ending I know you…”
He bumped her gently with his shoulder. “It’s the ending it was meant to be.” He chuckled, his gaze scanning the crowd hypnotized by Nick’s singing. “I’m someone else’s knight in shining armor.”
She studied his profile. He was correct. He was someone else’s knight. She just hoped whomever the lucky girl was she knew it. Addison was too wonderful to be messed about any more.
“Thank you, Addison,” she said, rising onto tiptoe to place a soft kiss on his cheek.
“You’re welcome, love.” His gaze slid to the space over her shoulder, a warm smile pulling at his lips. “She’s all yours, convict.”
The warmth of Luke’s hands smoothing over her hips to pull her snug to his body made the pit of Kennedy’s belly do that delicious flip-floppy thing it always did when he touched her. “That she is, Ado,” he said, smiling at his cousin. “Now bugger off and flirt with the bridesmaids, will you?”
Addison laughed. “If you insist. Oh, and don’t you dare wake me early tomorrow morning for a swim.” He grinned. “I think I’m going to sleep in.”
With a quick brush of his lips on Kennedy’s, he turned and walked across the dance floor, now populated with couples moving to Nick’s song, only to be snared by one of the guests—Aidan’s great aunt Alberta, of all things—before he’d taken four steps.
“Tell me,” Luke asked, spinning her slowly until she faced him, “how long are you planning on being the photographer here at Bandicoot Cove?”
She frowned, resting her palms on his chest. “I don’t know.” Her throat grew tight, the reality of the situation suddenly hitting her. She’d gone and fallen in love with a man who didn’t live in the same state, let alone on Bilby Island. Her knowledge of Australian geography was still pretty limited, but she knew one thing: Bilby Island and Newcastle were nowhere near each other. She swallowed, all her happiness crashing around her feet in a big mess. Goddamn it, what the hell did she do now? “Why?”
“Because I’ve got some seriously long service leave owed me by the State Fire Brigade. I’m thinking when Aidan gets back from his honeymoon I might take some.”
Did Kennedy think her throat was tight before? God, she could barely draw breath. “And do what?”
Luke’s hands smoothed down her hips to cup her ass, a glint she could only describe as devilish in his eyes. “Your boss just offered me a job. Bandicoot Cove’s official Fire Marshall and Safety Officer. I’m thinking of saying yes.”
Kennedy swallowed. “You are?”
He nodded. “I am. The job comes with some really nice perks.”
“Like what?”
He squeezed her ass and lowered his head, his lips barely brushing hers. “Like sleeping with the resort’s really gorgeous, wonderful photographer. If the really gorgeous, wonderful photographer isn’t planning on disappearing the first time I step into the shower, that is.”
Kennedy smoothed her empty hand up his chest and touched her lips to his with gentle force. “You saved me from a savage butterfly attack, Luke Beasley. I’m afraid to say you’re stuck with me for good now.”
He chuckled. “Well, in that case…”
And with a suggestive growl, he pulled her onto the dance floor, and as she laughed and wrapped her arms around
his neck, Kennedy thanked God for demonic, terrifying butterflies.
About the Author
Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once. When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, an indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.
Contact Lexxie at [email protected], follow her on Twitter www.twitter.com/lexxie_couper or visit her at www.lexxiecouper.com where she occasionally makes a fool of herself on her blog.
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Death, the Vamp and his Brother
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Dare Me
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Savage Retribution
Savage Transformation
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Afternoon Rhapsody
© 2012 Jess Dee
Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding, Book 1
Bianca Rogers is one signature away from finalizing her divorce. And she will finalize it just as soon as she gets home. But for this weekend, she’s putting her troubles aside and enjoying the gorgeous, sunlit luxury of Bandicoot Cove, the resort where her brother is getting married. The last thing she expects is to be knocked off her feet—literally—by gorgeous Brody Evans.
The fireworks are instantaneous. Brody is just her type: sexy, warm, friendly, and in the same boat as her: in the process of getting a divorce.
Spending time together is a mutual no-brainer. Attraction quickly grows to full-blown lust. But flying sparks come with increasingly personal conversations, and soon neither of them can ignore their past mistakes or the circumstances that have led them to the island.
Now it’s time to determine whether old hurts and sudden doubts will prevent love from leading them to a whole new happily ever after.
Warning: If you don’t believe in second chances, never thought it was possible to fall in love again and aren’t interested in scrumptious, hot love scenes, then this story probably isn’t for you. You’d be missing out—big time—but yeah…it’s probably not for you.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Afternoon Rhapsody:
“I have a beachside bungalow, not far from where we met this morning,” Brody told her as he quickened his pace.
She needed no encouragement to match his steps, although she had to take two for every one of his. “Me too.” Excitement fizzed inside her. “Whichever one we get to first, we go into.”
“Deal.”
Dripping wet, they scooted through the gardens, their steps increasing in speed from a brisk walk to a gentle trot to an all-out run. Bianca was about to shift into sprint mode when Brody took a sudden left and nipped behind an oasis of trees. He took her with him.
“What the…? What are you doing?”
He pressed his finger to her lips. “Shh.”
That was when she heard it. Footsteps and animated chatter. She couldn’t identify the voices, there were too many of them, but the words wedding, groom and bachelor party drifted her way, and she was suddenly jolly appreciative of Brody’s quick thinking.
Just like she wasn’t ready to face her parents, Danny or Great Aunt Alberta, so she wasn’t ready for anyone she knew to see her with Brody. Wasn’t ready for the speculative glances or raised eyebrows. Wasn’t ready for Rick’s name to come up while she was with him.
“Good thinking,” she whispered.
“Selfish thinking,” he whispered back, and kissed her again.
And just like that, Bianca forgot all about the people walking by. Hidden from view, she forgot all about everything except the man who crushed her to him. The man whose back was bent so he could reach her mouth with his. The man whose erection seemed to have grown in the time it took them to cross the hundred meters from the pool to here.
And she knew it had grown because she could feel it. Her hand was on the front of his boardies, cupping him. She had no memory of placing her hand there, just a vague recollection of needing to touch him so badly, she thought for sure she’d die if she didn’t.
Brody growled into her mouth but did not release her lips. Which suited her just fine, because she wouldn’t have let him go had he tried. Not when his tongue did deliciously naughty things to the inside of her mouth. Not when his lips pressed so enticingly against hers. Not when she inhaled the air he breathed.
Brody’s soft growl changed to a ragged groan when the barrier of his wet boardies proved too annoying, and she slipped her hand beneath the sodden material, taking his hot, pulsing cock in her palm.
Then it wasn’t just Brody groaning. Bianca let out a soft moan, the feel of his hard flesh enough to set fire to her loins.
Satin-covered steel.
She wrapped her hand around him, stroking up and down. Not easy. Not within the confines of his shorts, but God help her, she wasn’t letting go. Not for anything. Not when her actions made him shiver as they kissed.
Not when liquid heat filled her pussy, her stomach clenched with desire and her heart pounded fiercely beneath her breast. Not when the throbbing vein lining his dick made her aware of how alive she felt with him. How her own blood roared in her ears.
Pearls of moisture beaded on the tip of his erection. She stopped breathing. Ran her thumb over the wetness. Moaned.
He tore his lips from hers. “Bee…”
Her name was both a salutation and a plea. His eyes blazed with passion.
Their bungalows suddenly seemed very far away. Unreachable.
Didn’t matter. They could make it. If they walked really fast. Okay, sprinted, they could do it. Get there before the passion overwhelmed them.
“Room,” she gasped. “We can make it if we hurry.”
Brody stared at her with wide eyes.
“Not too far,” she muttered, her heart slamming into her ribs. “Not far at all.”
“Y-you’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
Disbelief filled his gaze.
“We can run,” she assured him.
His only response was a hoarse laugh. Hoarse and sexy.
Bee would have replied but she couldn’t. Her mouth was otherwise occupied. As she’d presented Brody with her best verbal argument, she’d slid to her knees and yanked at the tie on his waistband, torn at the Velcro and finally gotten his boardies undone. Tempting and hard in her hand, his erection now pulsed before her eyes, its tip sodden.
Bee couldn’t wait. No longer wanted to. She didn’t care where they stood. Trees surrounded them, their thick, lush foliage hiding them from view. She’d been a teenager the last time she’d done anything this bold, this daring. Last time she’d been giddy on fresh air and the great outdoors and a man she desired.
She felt like that teenager all over again. Reckless. Hot. Free. Ravenous.
She licked the moisture off the head of his cock.
“Ah, fuck, Bee.” Brody tried to stop her. Grabbed at her arms, attempted to lift her back up, but she nuzzled her mouth against his belly, licking at the sensitive skin there before once again tasting the precome he produced for her.
Instead of lifting her, Brody ran his hands over her shoulders, caressing, massaging. Logically he might have known they shouldn’t do this here. Physically he was in the exact same boat as her—powerless to fight the lust that had sparked between them this morning, flared during lunch and exploded in the pool.
Salt, chlorine and musk flavored her lips. The spongy tip of
his cock pressed on her tongue, and Bianca could not restrain herself. She opened her mouth and devoured him. Sucked him deep inside, luxuriating in the sensation of his hard length pulsing between her cheeks.
Her release was slow. A sensual exploration of satiny skin as she pulled off him.
“Bee…honey…” Brody’s voice was a low rasp. The vibrations of his words rippled down her spine, making her shiver.
She sucked him back in and then lost track of her actions. She simply enjoyed him, feasting on his succulent flesh, relishing the gasps and muttered curses that filtered through the air above her. She palmed his testicles and stroked the soft skin just behind as her mouth made love to him.
Brody began to sway his hips, fucking her lips. No, not fucking. His actions were too gentle for that, too controlled, but Bee followed his lead, hollowing her cheeks, relaxing her tongue, and allowed him to direct his penis in and out of her mouth.
She wrapped an arm around his thighs, let her hand slide over his firm arse cheeks and continued to tease his scrotum.
Brody’s fingers tunneled into her hair, tightening and relaxing reflexively, as though he was unaware he moved them in time with his thrusts into her mouth.
Wet heat flooded her pussy. Her breasts ached. Her clit tingled. But most of all, her heart filled. Warmth settled deep inside it, along with a sense of contentment. Of rightness.
A new lover, an old flame, sultry moonlit nights. Why let inhibitions stand in the way?
Moonlight Mirage
© 2012 Sami Lee
Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding, Book 3
Two years ago, Hayley Bryant left Australia on a round-the-world odyssey that changed her life, and her attitude. After that, coming face to face with the man whose rejection sent her packing shouldn’t affect her at all, right?
Except there’s one thing that hasn’t changed—her former boss Mitchell Wood makes her burn as hot as ever. The difference is, Hayley’s now a grown woman who knows how to get what she wants, and she wants Mitch. Trouble is, she hasn’t come to her friend’s wedding alone. Her very sexy friend with benefits, Ty Butler, might pose a problem.
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