The Men With the Golden Cuffs

by Lexi Blake

  “She’s so tight. She’s going to feel so good.” Jake’s finger opened her up, fucking in and out in a gentle motion. “Don’t fight me, baby. I want in.”

  She tried to relax, but Adam fucked her with his tongue, spearing up inside her before moving to her clit and suckling. She couldn’t take it anymore. She went over the edge, Adam’s mouth sending sparks of pure bliss through her system. She shook and cried out as the orgasm flooded her.

  And then they were moving. Before she’d even come down from the high, they were adjusting, getting into position. Adam rolled out from under her, getting up and stroking that big cock of his before he rolled a condom over it.

  “Come on and ride me, love.” He spread out on the bed, offering himself up.

  Jake gave her a hand, helping her move over Adam’s body. She gripped his muscled hips with her knees and braced her hands against his chest. He was so hard everywhere, a delectable man feast for her pleasure only.

  “You look like you could eat me up,” Adam said, his hips moving under hers. “I’ll let you later. Later I’ll fuck your mouth and find that soft spot at the back of your throat. I’ll give you everything I have, but for now, I want this.”

  He pulled at her hips, impaling her on his cock. He was so big, she had to work her way down, forcing him in, inch by amazing inch. He filled her until she wasn’t sure where Jake would fit.

  “This is where I want to be all the time, Serena.” Adam twisted his hips up, lighting her from the inside out.

  She’d just come, but she was sparking all over again.

  “Put your chest against Adam’s, baby. Give me a little room to work.” Jake’s hand pressed on her back.

  She let her breasts rub against the steel of Adam’s chest. Adam kissed her, his tongue playing with hers as Jake pressed his cock at the rim of her ass.

  She whimpered a little as he started to push inside. It wasn’t pain, but it wasn’t pleasure either. That cock working its way in was dominance in its purest, most erotic form. She softened, willing herself to take him, to give him what he wanted because he’d held up his end of their bargain. He’d taken care of her, loved her, tried his damnedest to protect her, and he’d offered up his soul to her. She flattened her back, wanting nothing more than both men inside her body, taking the pleasure that belonged to them because she’d made it her gift.

  “Fuck, she’s tight.” Jake’s cockhead finally slipped past the ring of muscles guarding her asshole. He held himself there for a moment, making Serena crazy. She felt so opened, bared to them both.

  “Please, Jacob.” She was going to die if they didn’t start moving. She was caught on the precipice of something she’d never felt before, not even from them.

  “Hush, baby. I know what I’m doing. Give me a second. This feels so beautiful. Do you know how happy you make me?” He pressed in, filling her with his dick.

  She forced herself to obey him, to remain still. He’d given her nothing but pleasure. Even this was an odd mix of discomfiting fullness and intimacy. She felt pinned and trapped in the sweetest way possible.

  Jake pressed forward until she could feel his balls against her. All the way. Both of her men were as far as they could go.

  “Can you feel him?” Serena asked.

  Adam’s smile lit up his face. “Yeah. You’re so tight this way. I feel him sliding against me. There are no words for it.”

  But she could think of a few. Heaven. Joy. Perfection.

  “Are you ready, baby?” Jake asked.

  She’d been ready for this forever. “Oh, yes.”

  Jake pulled out and Serena felt her fingers sink into Adam’s chest. So good. It had been hard to take him, but the slow drag of his cock out of her ass caused her to flare with sensation, nerves firing off in pleasure.

  While Jake pulled out, Adam pressed up, grinding his pelvis against hers, hitting her clit.

  And they were off. They found a pounding rhythm, a song made by their bodies, kept in perfect time.

  Serena gave herself over. She was their beloved plaything, pulled and pushed and brought to the brink again and again. Their cocks slid in and out, pumping in time, until she wasn’t sure where the sensation was coming from. She just wanted more. Every way she moved was a new feeling, her ass lighting up or her pussy pushed to the edge.

  Adam pressed up again, and she couldn’t hold it off a second longer. She let the orgasm take her. Serena wailed it out, unable to hold the sound in. She pushed back, taking Jake in and then forward to extract the maximum pleasure Adam’s cock offered.

  Jake shouted behind her, the hot wash of his orgasm filling her ass. A second later, Adam joined him, pumping up until he had nothing left to give.

  She fell forward, utterly exhausted and completely happy.

  “You okay, baby?” Jake asked, settling in behind her.

  Adam snuggled close. “Were we too rough?”

  “You were perfect.”

  Jake sat up, his hand moving to the nightstand. When he came back, he reached for her hands.

  “Do it, buddy. This way she can’t run again.” Adam grinned.

  Cool metal pressed around her wrists. Handcuffs. “Guys, I’m not going anywhere.”

  There was a deep look of satisfaction on Jake’s face. “Nope. Not ever again. And I just might keep you chained to the bed for our whole honeymoon.”

  He kissed her again, and then Adam had his turn. She couldn’t move her hands, but suddenly those cuffs seemed like the most beautiful jewelry she’d ever worn.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Serena hung the phone up, her head reeling a little.

  “Who was it?” Chris asked. He sat beside Bridget on the patio with a margarita in his hand.

  All around them, the party continued on. Her wedding party. She was married. She and Adam had gone to the justice of the peace, and she and Jake had solemnized their union at the club the night before. She had a wedding ring on her finger and a small gold collar around her neck, and her men had presented her with one more gift. A set of golden handcuffs to bind her. They had broken those cuffs in the night before, the perfect end to a perfect day.

  Now all their friends were here, drinking and talking and wishing them well. Jake’s parents and brothers had even come in. They’d been thrilled Jake was involved with someone creative.

  Adam’s family had declined her calls, but he hadn’t seemed to care.

  She looked at him, laughing at something Sean said. This was Adam’s family. This was her family.

  And she had both a new name and a new title.

  “It was Maureen.”

  Jake passed her a fresh margarita. “The new agent?” He motioned for Adam to come over. “What’s wrong?”

  Maureen Childress had taken over Lara Anderson’s clients. She’d been friends with Lara and had tearfully asked that she be able to assist Lara’s closest authors. She’d been a rock, handling everything she could from her New York office.

  Bridget leaned forward, only wincing a little. She’d lost her spleen and dumped her boyfriend, but she was already on the mend. “Is she fielding those damn reporters again? Tell them to fuck themselves. Your personal life isn’t their story.”

  “Down, Bridget. Don’t pull your stitches. You don’t want to screw up your date with the EMT guy tomorrow.” Chris put a hand on hers.

  Bridget smiled. ”No, I don’t. That man is so sexy. I swear I’m getting some hot man ass out of this whole ‘getting sliced up by a psycho’ thing. I have to admit that I understand why the press is sniffing around. Writers get screwed by their agents every day, but we actually almost got murdered. It’s a hell of a story. God, this business sucks.”

  Chris shook his head. “And she wouldn’t be anywhere else. She’s already twenty thousand words into a book about an assault survivor and the team of doctors who save her.”

  “And fuck the hell out of her,” Bridget said with a grin. “Mega ménage. Oh, and the doctors are also super-secret billionaires who happen
to be werewolves. If I can work a secret baby angle in there, I’ll hit all the tropes. God, I really love being a writer.”

  Adam frowned. “You’re not allowed to write mega ménage, Serena. You’re a traditionalist.”

  Yep. She slept between the two of them every night. Very traditional. “I’m also a New York Times best-selling author. Their Sweetheart Slave hit the E-list.”

  Sure, it had taken the publicity from the whole stalker debacle, but it had happened. A wistful sadness struck her. She wished Lara was here to see it.

  But then she was wrapped in their arms, congratulations flowing. Adam and Jake kissed her and then started to bring out champagne for everyone.

  Serena laughed, getting caught in the moment. She was surrounded by this mish-mashed family she’d managed to find.

  And her happy ending was just waiting to be written.

  * * * *

  Hours later, Liam O’Donnell sat in his office, watching, waiting for that one little signal. He wasn’t sure how it would come. E-mail. Internet alert. Phone call from a source.

  But he knew it would come. He would find Mr. Black, the man who had almost killed Sean Taggart. The man who had gotten away with treason. He would find him, and he would make him pay. He pretended not to care, but then he pretended about everything. He’d lied for so long, he often wondered if he would recognize the truth about himself if he found it.

  But Mr. Black was another story. He stood beside Ian in his quest to take the fucker down. All it required was a little patience.

  “You’re still here?” Eve stood in his office doorway. “I thought you would be home after the party. It was lovely, wasn’t it?”

  It had been nice, but not for him. He was a predator, and he always felt out of place in celebrations like the one in Adam, Jake, and Serena’s honor. Still, it was his job to make sure people in love got to stay in love. He’d given up his right to happiness long ago on another continent. Now all he had was the hunt and offering up his protection to the people who were happy. Mr. Black had almost taken that from Sean and Grace, too.

  “It was a great party.” The computer pinged, an e-mail coming through. Probably nothing, but he checked anyway.

  “Do you want me to set up for a session?” Eve smiled a little.

  A single picture came on the screen, cloudy and grainy. A still from a CCTV, but it got Liam’s blood pumping.

  Mr. Black—aka Eli Nelson—sat at a small table. Liam wasn’t sure about the restaurant, but he knew the city well. The mighty Thames was behind Black’s body, St. Paul’s Cathedral in the distance.

  His heart constricted a little. Too close to home, but he would be there overnight.

  “Not tonight, Evie.” Liam stood. “Tell Ian to get me on the next flight to London.”

  His time had come.

  Coming this fall, the next exciting installment in the Masters and Mercenaries series…

  A Dom Is Forever

  A Man with a Past…

  Liam O’Donnell fled his native Ireland years ago after one of his missions ended in tragedy and he is accused of killing several of his fellow agents. Shrouded in mystery, Liam can’t remember that fateful night. He came to the United States in disgrace, seeking redemption for crimes he may or may not have committed. But the hunt for an international terrorist leads him to London and right back into the world he left behind.

  A Woman Looking for a Future…

  Avery Charles followed her boss to London, eager to help the philanthropist with his many charities. When she meets a mysterious man who promises to show her London’s fetish scene, she can’t help but indulge in her darkest fantasies. Liam becomes her Dom, her protector, her lover. She opens her heart and her home to him, only to discover he’s a man on a mission and she’s just a means to an end.

  When Avery’s boss leads them to the traitorous Mr. Black, Liam must put together the puzzle of his past or Avery might not have a future…

  About Lexi Blake

  Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem.

  Her first novel, Their Virgin Captive: Masters of Ménage, Book 1, was a collaboration with New York Times bestselling author Shayla Black. In addition to Their Virgin Captive and Their Virgin’s Secret, she is the author of The Masters and Mercenaries series. The first book, The Dom Who Loved Me, is available now. The third book, A Dom Is Forever is coming this fall.

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  Other Books by Lexi Blake

  The Dom Who Loved Me, Masters and Mercenaries, Book 1

  A Dom Is Forever, Masters and Mercenaries, Book 3, coming Fall 2012

  Leaving Camelot, Wild Western Nights, Book 1 coming Fall 2012

  Collaborating with New York Times bestselling author Shayla Black:

  Their Virgin Captive: Masters of Ménage, Book 1

  Their Virgin’s Secret: Masters of Ménage, Book 2

  Their Virgin Concubine: Masters of Ménage, Book 3, coming Summer 2012

  Enjoy the following excerpts from two independently published authors with series that readers are raving about!

  Wanting her isn't smart, seducing her is inevitable, but falling in love with her could be downright deadly for both of them.

  A Little Harmless Fascination

  Harmless Book 7

  Copyright 2012 Melissa Schroeder

  Security expert Conner Dillon isn’t a man who often takes a vacation. So when he is ordered to take a month off and his sister insists on a trip to Hawaii, he isn’t very happy. But, after seeing his landlady Jillian Sawyer again, he might just find something—or someone—to occupy his time.

  For years, Jillian has always had a crush on Conner. Now an erotic romance author with a thing for Doms, she finds herself beyond intrigued by the man. He is good to the core, but there is something else darker in him that calls to her.

  After one night in bed, they both find themselves addicted. In Jillian, Conner has found the perfect sub…and in him she finds someone she can trust. Falling in love isn’t what they expected, but walking away is impossible—especially when they realize someone wants Jillian dead.

  WARNING this book contains the following: An uptight security expert who prefers schedules, a romance writer who does not, tattoos, a trip to the Aloha Swap Meet, and of course this would not be a Harmless book without a trip to Rough 'n Ready. Ice is recommended as any Harmless Addict will tell you, but the author takes no responsibility if a reader should become overheated. Read at your own risk.

  Unedited excerpt:

  She had been right. He had been flirting with her. That thought made most of her brain melt on the spot. When she finally gathered enough of her wits to answer, he'd moved closer, resting his hand on her car behind her. She could smell him, that musky scent of his aftershave and…Conner. It took all her control not to lean in and sniff him.

  “Yeah. But then, I know just how fast to go.”

  His expression hardened and even in the dim light, she could see the flush on his cheeks. Knowing she was getting to him had her libido revving out of control.

  “Do you know what you’re messing with?”

  She slipped closer. “I think that’s who not what.”

  His mouth curved. He slid his arm around her waist pulled her close and kissed her.

  At first the kiss was gentle, then he deepened it, plunging his tongue between her lips. Everything in her yearned, wanted, needed. This man had been hitting all the points for days and now, she craved him.

  He moved and pressed his body against her. She woul
d have to be dead not to feel his erection.

  By the time he pulled back, her head was spinning and her heart was beating so hard, she thought she might pass out. Lord, the man was deadly with his mouth.

  “Answer me one question.”

  She couldn’t seem to open her eyes.

  “Jillian, open your eyes.” When she didn’t respond, he snapped out, “Now.”

  She did as he ordered before she even thought about it.

  “Were you at Rough ‘n Ready for fun or was it really research for a book?”

  She smiled knowing it would irritate him. She wanted to push him just to see his reaction and it would do to her. “A little of both.”

  He didn’t like that answer. She could tell by the way his eyes narrowed as he studied her. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

  “Why don’t you tell me about it, Conner.”

  She heard the challenge in her voice, knew that she was definitely hitting some hot buttons for him.

  He crowded her against her car again. The heat of him surrounded her and she wanted another kiss. Another taste of the paradise she knew he would be able to offer her. Conner leaned down.

  When his mouth was within a centimeter of hers, he said, “When you want to do more than play games, you let me know, Jillian.”

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