“Yep,” Ruckus answered, mischief dancing in his eyes.
Mike wasn’t thinking of the farting. He was thinking of the times he and Lena had screwed in the shower. How many times they’d become moaning creatures of pleasure.
And on top of that, how many times had they talked shop while in there together? How many secrets about Australian media personalities had Naomi heard?
“And she was still obsessed with me?” Mike said, trying for a joke despite the crushing tension in his body.
Ruckus ran a slow inspection over him, from head to feet and back up to head again. “Who understands how a stalker’s mind works? Maybe it was the farting that got her—”
“And that’s it for you talking to normal people this month, Ruckus.” RG pressed her hand to the side of his face and gave him a gentle shove. “Mike, can you take Lena for coffee or something while the depraved maestro here does his magic and finds anything else left by Little Miss Wants to Bone My Brother, please?”
A choppy laugh fell from Mike and he nodded. “Sure, Goober. As much as I want to see just how bad it is, I’m not ready to be that angry.”
RG crossed the bathroom and, without a word, hugged him.
Mike blinked.
RG didn’t do hugs. RG did body shoves, nipple-cripples, and cheek pats, and the occasional cheek kiss.
“What the—” The question fell from him in a laugh as he found Lena’s surprised gaze over the top of RG’s head.
Still wordless, his sister disengaged herself from the embrace and turned to Lena before Mike could process its unexpectedness and return it in kind. “If he gives you a second chance and you fuck it up, Lenny, I will make your life a living hell. You know that, right?”
Lena smiled at RG. If Mike had been asked to describe that smile he would have called it the visual representation of melancholy. “I know.”
RG slid him a steady look. “If I had any say in it, he wouldn’t.”
“RG,” Mike warned. His heart, however, was a cannon in his chest.
His sister grunted, her expression part resigned acceptance, part concern. “I’ll ring you when we’re done, Doofus.”
He grinned, needing her to see he was okay. He wasn’t sure if he was; how did a guy move on from the discovery he’d been the object of an unhinged obsessed individual? That said individual had been stalking him, recording the most private aspects of his life? But he wasn’t going to let his sister see that. He didn’t want her to worry.
“Okay,” he answered before turning to Lena. “Coffee?”
Lena studied him. He didn’t miss the fact she was chewing on her bottom lip and sliding the pendant of her necklace back and forth along the chain.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one struggling to process.
He held his hand out to her and smiled. “C’mon, Button. Trust me.”
A shaky chuckle slipped from her lips and she threaded her fingers through his. “Done.”
He began walking.
Lena tugged on his hand, halting him. “Hold on for a sec, Mike.”
He turned and frowned.
“Ruckus?” She gave the man an enigmatic smile. “Is that camera still recording?”
“Not sure,” Ruckus answered. “But go for it, I say.”
Mike frowned even more. “Go for what?”
Without explanation, she began walking towards the speakers, pulling him along behind her.
Ruckus and RG parted as they approached. Mike was certain the frown on RG’s face echoed his own. Ruckus however, was smirking.
“Can you hold that camera up for a second, please, Ruckus?” Lena asked as she drew to a stop directly in front of him.
Ruckus lifted the tiny camera, pointing the lens at Mike and Lena. Devilish mirth danced in his eyes. “Ready.”
Mike slid his frown to Lena. “What are you doing?”
She tugged him closer to her body, smoothing her arms up his back as she pressed her hips to his. Cupped his face in her hands. Turned and stared straight into the camera lens.
“If you’re still watching this, Naomi,” she said, “this is my way of showing you that you lose.”
Mike laughed, a second before Lena captured his lips with hers and kissed him silent.
“Oh boy.” RG’s groan filled the bathroom.
Mike didn’t care.
Not when he wife was kissing him. Kissing him, laughing into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling her fingers in his hair…
She was kissing him.
She was staking a claim she’d always had.
And letting anyone who was watching the feed know, whether it be Naomi, some stranger in cyberspace, or just the ubiquitous Cloud.
She was his.
Her tongue mated with his, wild and hungry swipes. Fierce. Her hips rolled against his. He had no idea if the camera lens was wide-angle enough to capture the below-the-waist action, but he didn’t give a flying fuck. The feel of her groin grinding against his body was damn near perfect.
No, it was perfect.
Finally, with a growl he could only describe as dirty, she broke the kiss.
“And that’s a wrap, everybody,” Ruckus intoned, deadpan.
Mike laughed, gazing down into Lena’s upturned face. “I fucking love you, woman,” he murmured.
She smiled back. “I love you too, Mike. I’m sorry. And if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you.”
Heart wild, he brushed a knuckle over her cheek. “You know what? How ’bout you spend the rest of your life showing me you love me, instead?”
Her eyes swam with glistening tears. A soft sob mixed up in a laugh escaped her. “I can do that,” she whispered. “I can do that. Hear that?” she said louder, turning to the camera again. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life with Mike showing him how much I love him. And he’s going to spend the rest of his life showing me how much he loves me. Got it?”
Mike threw back his head and laughed. “Bloody oath.”
She turned back to him. Gazed up at him. Grinned. “One condition?”
He cocked an eyebrow.
Her eyes danced. “Any chance we can get a cat? Y’know? Something that doesn’t need be walked?”
He chuckled, tugging her closer to his body and resting his forehead on hers. “Better yet, how about we get pregnant instead?”
“Deal,” Lena whispered back, a heartbeat before kissing him once again.
Something told Mike it wasn’t for the camera.
He was completely okay with that.
Epilogue
The laughter permeated the room’s silence, filtered through the closed door, along with the mouthwatering aroma of curry and spices and coconut. RG lifted her focus from the monitor in front of her and smiled. She could picture what was going down on the other side of the door.
Mike and Lena were out there. Interestingly enough, so was Ruckus, who, as it turned out, was the first guy in RG’s life to convince her to go to bed with him twice.
Huh. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that at the moment. After she finished with this little project she’d been working on, she’d take some time to ponder it.
Also on the other side of the closed door was a table full of the most delicious Thai RG had ever eaten (cooked by Ruckus. Possibly the reason she’d invited him back into her bed, into her body for a second time?) and a small, tabletop char-griller.
On that tabletop char-griller sat her brother’s divorce papers.
He’d found them the day after Ruckus had found all the hidden cameras and microphones in his old apartment. Five of them (surveillance devices, not divorce papers, although there was almost a ream of paper in those fuckers).
Found them under the driver’s seat of his Range Rover. Crumpled.
Another wave of laughter filled the room. Ruckus was in fine form out there. RG smiled again and turned back to her computer.
As soon as she finished here, she was going out there to stuff herself silly wit
h whatever Thai was left, and then Mike was going to set alight the divorce papers.
It had been Lena’s idea.
A bit dramatic for RG’s tastes, but hey, the woman was doing everything she could to redeem herself for hurting Mike. RG had to respect her for that. Give her points.
RG wasn’t into dramatic displays. Not in public. She reserved that for Hell’s Harbour. And what she was doing now.
Tapping on the keyboard with the skill of a maestro pianist, she completed the hack that had occupied her for the last thirty minutes.
Little Miss Wants To Bone My Brother had escaped prosecution in Australia, thanks to some fucked-up anti-extradition agreement between Brazil—the country she’d fled to the minute Mike had found the camera in the shower—and Australia.
Two weeks of Australian government officials petitioning Brazil and the bitch-cow was still free, still unpunished for what she’d done.
In RG’s opinion, two weeks was thirteen days too many.
Finally, she’d decided enough was enough and, encouraged by Ruckus (of course), she’d gotten down to it and started the ball rolling with a lovely phish of her own design she’d sent to Little Miss Wants to Bone My Brother forty-eight hours ago.
Tonight, her present to Mike and Lena, two weeks after the first hidden camera was found, was justice.
With a slow smile, RG activated the bug.
The next time Little Miss Wants To Bone My Brother logged into her computer, every file, every image, every recording she had—everything—would not only be destroyed, every dollar she had in her bank would be transferred to various organisations around the world that offered support to victims of stalkers—thanks to a crafty little malware RG had developed just for this project.
With one simple click of her computer, Naomi Cole would punish herself.
Simple and poetic.
“Take that,” RG muttered as she watched the bug infiltrate the computer on the other side of the world. “That’s what you get for trying to fuck up my big brother’s life.”
“Oi, Goober!’ Mike’s laughing shout filtered into the room. “The food’s getting cold. Get your butt out here now.”
RG pushed herself back from the desk, twirled in a complete 360-degree spin on her office stool, launched herself from it, and crossed the room to the closed door.
“Ready or not,” she said, as she yanked the door open, “here I come.”
The End
Thank you for reading!
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Revving it Up
Stimulated Book Two
Tell Sami Charlton men are better than women at motocross racing and you’re bound to lose a testicle. She’s not the National Champion because she’s a pretty face with a hot bod. In fact, Sami is the best rider Australia has ever seen. She’s also feisty, rebellious, prone to sarcasm and never looks before she leaps. Like, ever.
Jay Rutledge, Team Charlton’s Head Mechanic, has kept his desire for Sami a secret since he joined her team. It’s not always easy, but thankfully Sami is more interested in riding bikes than men. He spends his days making sure the vibrations between her legs are from a perfectly tuned engine and keeps the desire thrumming through his own body in neutral. Just.
Until International Motocross champion, Eli Swanson makes his move.
Eli always gets what he wants, and he wants Sami. In every way. The trouble is, Eli declared in an interview women aren’t as good as men at motocross and now all she wants from him is his balls. But when Sami bets anything she can beat him on live television, Eli knows the god of arrogant motocross champions is smiling on him. He takes Sami up on her bet…and doesn’t plan to lose. He hadn’t however, planned on dealing with Jay, a man he used to—once upon a time—share everything with.
Sami thought the only real pleasure in her life came from racing. She was wrong.
*WARNING: This novella contains a hot Aussie mechanic who knows how to handle his tools, a hot American pro-racer who know how to ride hard and long, and a feisty heroine with a gutter-mouth who talks herself into a hot, sweaty, throbbing situation with them both.
Revving it Up is intended for mature audience. I’m not kidding.
EXCERPT
The second Eli took possession of Sami’s mouth, Jay knew they weren’t going to make it back to the hotel.
Knew the moment—raw and carnal and physical—had come.
Thank bloody God he’d booked out Goanna Tracks for the entire day, ensuring it was just him, Eli and Sami there, because they were about to fuck her six ways from Sunday right here and now.
And right here and now meant right here and now.
Out in the open.
With nothing but the birds to witness.
Dragging his lips up to Sami’s ear to nip the fleshy pad of her lobe, he ground his groin to her thigh. His cock, hard and trapped by his jeans, throbbed at the exquisite pressure.
She groaned, Eli’s answering growl just as hungry.
Jay’s head swam.
He was sharing the woman he loved with a man he swore he’d hate for the rest of his days, and he’d never been more aroused.
With a groan of his own, he flicked his tongue into the shallow shell of Sami’s ear before returning his lips to the side of her throat.
The sounds of Eli worshipping her mouth fed the lust in Jay’s veins. As did the way Sami’s breast rose and fell against his palm.
He pinched her nipple, reveling in the way she writhed at the touch.
“Whatever you did, Rutledge,” Eli murmured, his Southern accent thicker, his breath rapid, “do it again.”
Lifting his head from the side of her neck, Jay watched Eli return to feasting on Sami’s lips, watched his old friend explore her mouth with his tongue, before pinching Sami’s nipple again.
Once again, she writhed in their arms, pleasured pain etching her face.
Jay’s cock pulsed, flooding with impatient desire.
Eli moved his lips along Sami’s jawline. “Shall we ask Jay to do it a third time, Charlton?”
Sami moaned, rolling her head to gaze at Jay with heavy-lidded eyes. “I think he should kiss it better first.”
“Done,” Eli said, moving around her body until he pressed to her back. Jay watched his hands smooth over Sami’s waist before inching up beneath her tank top, taking its hemline with them.
Exposing her breasts to Jay’s hungry stare.
“Your tits are perfect, Sam,” he declared, devouring the sight of Eli cupping and kneading them. Every time her dusky-pink nipples peeked out at him from between Eli’s fingers, Jay’s cock grew harder.
Until he couldn’t hold off anymore.
The second Eli’s fingers revealed one of Sami’s nipples again, Jay captured its beaded form with his mouth.
Suckled on it.
“Goddamn it, Rutledge,” Eli ground out, removing his hand from Sami’s breast to fist his fingers in Jay’s hair. “I forgot what it was like to watch you pleasure a woman.”
Jay lashed his tongue over her flesh.
“He’s so hungry for you, Sami,” Eli continued.
“It’s so good,” she moaned in reply, her fingers clawing at Jay’s shoulders. “So
fucking good.”
Jay moved to her other breasts, his fingers replacing his mouth on her abandoned nipple.
He nipped and sucked and pinched, giving himself over to the absolute rapture of her flesh in his mouth.
Behind her, Eli murmured words of encouragement, declarations of how hot Jay was for her, how hot it was to watch him feast on her breasts.
When Jay lowered to his knees to tongue Sami’s pussy through the lace of her knickers, both Eli and Sami let out a muttered curse.
“Fuck, Rutledge, I wasn’t prepared for that. I think I’m going to burst back here.”
Above Jay, Sami ground out a laugh. Which turned to another “fuck” when Jay hooked his finger into the crotch of her red undies and yanked it aside.
Blowing it Off
Stimulated Book One
A suspicious fire has destroyed the studio of glassblower Phoebe Masters. And she knows what that means—a visit from the region's best arson investigators. The two men who reduced her heart to cinders. Men she’d hoped never to see again.
One wild weekend with Phoebe overwhelmed Will Bradley and Damon Hunt. Like wankers, they blew it off, burning any chance for a triad-romance future with the talented beauty. The investigation gets them back in her life, but now they have to prove the three of them were meant to be together. Their strategy? A body-blazing inferno none of them will ever be able to extinguish.
But will the small town of Morpeth survive their desire? And more to the point, will Phoebe?
*WARNING: This novella contains two hot Australian men who may very well make you want to fly to Australia to experience your own sensual ménage romance. Cost of airline ticket not included with purchase. Blowing it Off is intended for a mature audience.
EXCERPT
“Good to see village life hasn’t softened you up, Masters,” Damon said with a smirk, the sinful curl of his lips making Phoebe’s pussy constrict.
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