by Myla Jackson
“After the other night, we’re not sure what you want, but we know what we want. We want you.” Luke shook his head, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. “Still, considering your decision to leave town after what we’d shared the other night, we weren’t going to risk making any assumptions. If you want to make love with us, say so.”
Oh, man, she wanted to really bad, her entire body tensed with frustration. “That’s what I wanted.” She stretched her arm farther, her fingers grasping for the shirt she hoped to hide behind. “Now, I’m just embarrassed.”
Luke moved closer, his hand smoothing across her back, scraping over her bra. “Just so you know, ever since we made this arrangement, I for one, haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and what you might look like beneath the biker-chick outfit in broad daylight.”
Libby’s breath caught and her struggle to grab her shirt ceased. “And?”
“And I like the leather and attitude, and I like making love in the starlight, but I like this better.” Luke’s fingers spread wide across her lower back, smoothing over her black jeans and pulling at the straps to loosen her black leather chaps. “You are beautiful.”
“Now I can see the sunlight on your hair and the deep green of your eyes.” Mark dug his hands into her hair, pulling her closer to press his lips to hers.
While Luke slipped her chaps out from between her and Mark, Mark plunged his tongue between Libby’s teeth, stroking the length of hers in long, lazy thrusts.
Libby’s fingers dug into Mark’s chest, her legs parting over his hips.
The handsome Kiowa pressed the swell of his cock against her pussy through his jeans, inspiring all kinds of crazy, kinky thoughts to go flitting through her head.
Lying in the open air, with nothing nearby but sky and miles of open country, far away from prying eyes, her breathing grew ragged.
Luke slid his fingers along her spine, up to where her bra pressed against her ribs. “I’d personally like to see a little more.”
Breaking free of Mark’s soul-stealing kiss, Libby sat up, grinding her cunt against the ridge of his fly. “Look, guys. I’m here for the sex. Nothing else. No tomorrows, no commitment. Got that?”
Mark held his hands up in surrender, his face strained, his cock swelling beneath her. “Got it. For now. Could you shift just a little to the left?”
Luke frowned. “What if we want to see you tomorrow?”
Her belly clenched. She didn’t have tomorrows she could give to anyone. Knowing she’d stayed too long already made her more determined to grab a little joy out of the moment. With a sigh, she answered, “No guarantees. I may not be around. This offer is only good for today. And it expires in one minute. The time it’ll take me to change my mind.”
Mark moaned. “I’m in.”
“I’m not so sure I am.” Luke bent and pressed a kiss to the tip of one breast. “I can’t imagine this being the last time with you.”
“It might be all I have to give,” she said.
“Then let’s make it good, so she’ll want to come back.” Mark’s face had reddened and his hands clamped on Libby’s hips, rubbing her against him. “For crissakes, Luke, don’t analyze everything to death. She wants uncommitted sex. Let’s give the lady what she wants.”
Libby’s shoulders pushed back, her breasts bobbing free. The expression on Luke’s face, those intense brown eyes, nearly had her begging.
Finally, he nodded. “Okay. No strings. No tomorrows. But I plan on making today last as long as possible.”
She held out her hand and shook his. Where he gripped her fingers, they tingled, sending little electric shocks straight south to that wet, pulsing place that needed them now. “Deal.”
Mark pushed her to a standing position and leaped out from under her, popping the top button on his jeans.
Luke frowned. “Geez, Mark, have a little couth.”
His brother groaned and jerked the other three buttons of his jeans loose in one movement. His cock sprang free, hard and straight, fully engorged. Mark sagged in relief. “Next time you decide to have a conversation with her, do it when her pussy isn’t rubbing my dick.”
Libby glanced at Mark’s cock, her tongue sweeping across suddenly dry lips. “Oh my, in the light of day, I see what Audrey was talking about.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Luke promised.
Mark laughed. “Quit braggin’ and show her whatcha got, bro.”
“First things first.” On his knees on the blanket, Luke reached for the button on Libby’s jeans, flicking the rivet through the hole. As he slid the zipper down, his fingers followed, sliding beneath her black, lace panties.
Mark kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans, flinging them off the deck entirely, standing naked and magnificent in all his Native American glory. Naturally tanned skin stretched taut over his entire body. His smooth, hairless, muscular chest rippled with every movement.
Libby couldn’t drag her gaze away from where his waist narrowed to tight hips and that enormous cock jutted fiercely in front of him. Oh, my.
Then Luke’s hands pushed her jeans down over her thighs, his fingers blazing a trail across her skin. He lifted one of her feet, untied the black biker boot and pulled it free, taking the jean leg with it.
Mark stepped up in front of Libby to steady her as Luke stripped her body of every stitch, leaving the black lace panties for last.
Standing in the warm sun, her fair skin tingling, Libby reached for the elastic waistband of her panties, anxious now to be completely free of all constrictions.
Luke’s hand covered hers, stopping her from removing the last barrier. “Wait. I want to be as naked as you two before we move on.”
Libby turned to face Luke.
He stood, reaching for his waistband.
She pushed his hands to the side and slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans, fingering the top button. “You take entirely too long. Let me.”
Mark groaned behind her, pressing his cock against her bottom. “I tried to tell him that, but he insists on taking it slowly with you.”
“Do you take it slowly with your other women?” she asked.
“As far as I’m concerned, there are no other women.” Luke’s hands dropped to his sides, allowing her to take charge.
Libby snorted. “Right.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Mark?”
“No. We get right down to business.”
Luke glared at his brother. “I told you…Libby is different.”
“And she wants sex. Don’t stand in the way of her getting what she wants. Ol’ Pleaze can tell you that’s not a good idea.”
Libby shook her head, her hands still resting on the top button of Luke’s jeans. “I promise not to hurt either one of you.”
“I doubt you’ll keep that promise,” Luke said softly.
Her brows furrowed. “I keep my promises.”
“Okay, okay.” Luke’s hands rose to cup her arms, urging her to continue undressing him. “Then let Mark and I remind you what it’s like with two men.”
“About time.” She flicked the first button loose and yanked the remaining buttons free of their holes. His cock jutted forward into her palm.
“You two are physically identical in every way.” Her eyes rounded and her breathing grew ragged as her pussy creamed, pulsing in anticipation of having both of them inside her. “I never knew how good it could be, two men at once. I believe I’m ruined for anything else,” she whispered, her hand gliding over Luke’s length. She reached back to capture Mark’s dick in her hand, holding both, lingering over the velvety smooth skin stretched over steel rods.
Luke hooked her panties and slid them down her legs to her ankles. As he rose in front of her, his hand cupped her pussy, his fingers sliding deep into her.
Libby’s head fell back, a moan rising from deep inside, escaping into the open air.
Mark’s hands cupped her breasts from behind. ”Sweetheart, let us show you how good it can be
in the daylight.”
His sin is the color of his skin. Her love is his salvation…and the greatest danger.
Dark Sun Rising
© 2012 BL Bonita
Life in a mountain town is hard for gently raised Charlotte Phillips, who has come to Hatchet Creek to help run her cousin’s emporium. When her cousin suddenly dies, she learns just how rough-and-tumble is the life of a business owner—especially when she steps in to stop the brutal whipping of a local colored man.
Avery Samms made the mistake of rejecting the advances of a married white woman, and he pays with the flesh on his back. With no doctor in town, he’s sure a slow agonizing death is his fate. Until a beautiful angel shocks everyone—especially Avery—by taking him home. Her heart may be in the right place, but now her business, even her very life, is in danger.
As Avery recovers, their connection grows stronger every day. There’s passion in her eyes, and purity in her heart that heals soul-deep wounds no one can see. One moment of irresistible desire bonds them in forbidden love.
Even as they plan to escape to a far-off haven, jealousy and revenge threaten to rip their world apart. Under a savage western sun, they must fight for their love…and their very lives.
Warning: This book contains a gorgeous hero and a spirited heroine, pistol slinging, knife wielding, bigotry, bad guys, bad language, and smokin' hot love scenes.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Dark Sun Rising:
Charlotte sat on the edge of her bed, trembling from head to toe. She didn’t know what had come over her when she saw Avery in the shadows watching her, but something pulled her to him, and she knew she couldn’t deny her desire any longer. After their intense kiss earlier, he’d managed to stay in her mind all day. The way his dark eyes gazed at her like she was his alone made her body quiver with anticipation and her heart flutter with anxiety.
Her body became aware the second the door opened and closed, and she held her breath as the dull thud of his boot heels echoed down the hall.
She wanted to cry, she was so nervous—nearly jumping out of her skin. And then Avery was there, standing on the threshold of her bedroom, his thick shoulder supporting his massive body against the doorframe.
Good lord he’s a big man.
With wide eyes, she gazed at his head nearly touching the top of the doorway. He seemed much bigger than before, like a dark angel looming before her. She twisted her hands in her lap, unsure what to say or do.
It was at that moment she realized he’d changed his clothes. The navy blue shirt and black trousers made him look taller, bigger, more imposing than ever before. He looked so handsome and dangerous, but the way he gazed at her, with something that looked a lot like love, made her fear of the unknown fade away.
“What you said earlier…is it what you truly want?” he asked.
Charlotte nodded slowly.
“Have you been with a man before?” His deep, husky voice slithered over her skin as if he’d kissed her with his words.
“No. But I almost—”
“Almost isn’t going to graze the tip of what I’m about to do to you. Do you understand?”
Charlotte trembled from the excitement coiling inside her, and the apex of her thighs lusted for his touch. Unable to find the words, she nodded again, rising to her feet as Avery stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He then went to the single window and drew the curtains closed, shutting the world from them. It was just the two of them now, staring at each other, knowing that what they were about to do would change everything.
“Giving yourself to me is dangerous.”
She lifted her chin. “I don’t care. I’ll do whatever I want.”
He chuckled and it made her smile shyly.
Charlotte stood rigid beside the bed as Avery approached her. His dark eyes never left hers, and somehow her nerves faded, replaced by an overwhelming need to be naked in his arms. She didn’t care that Tom was on his way. Didn’t care what other people thought. Her desire to give her body and her soul to Avery Samms was too strong to resist. Desperation made her reach for him, and suddenly his big body was against hers, his muscular arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Charlotte pressed against him, excitement coursing through her, feeling the hardness of his body against her soft curves.
She loved the smell of him, the feel of him. Everything about him made her feel safe, secure and passionate.
With shaky fingers, she untied the bonnet ribbon at her chin. Avery ripped the cap from her head and tossed it to the floor.
His mouth descended on hers, swallowing her whimper as his tongue slid into her mouth to dance with hers. A moan tumbled from her lips and through the desire burning inside, she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He shrugged out of it and Charlotte trailed her mouth across his chest, enjoying the salty taste of him.
She’d imagined this…dreamed of it the night she slept in the rocking chair.
“You make me wanton,” she whispered between kisses.
She barely heard his deep groan before he grasped her arms and pushed her back. With eyes dark and hungry-looking, and a handsome grin curving his lips, Avery took her arms and slowly slid the gloves from her hands, exposing her pale skin so starkly contrasted beside his. His dark flesh captivated her. With hands bare, she placed her palms on his chest, feeling the softness covering the hardness of his muscles. His beautiful skin felt hot under her palms. She tweaked his dark nipples, eliciting a groan rumbling from deep within his chest.
“Turn around,” he murmured.
Charlotte did as he beckoned, turning her back to him, her thighs trembling as Avery trailed his hands to the front of her body and slowly unbuttoned her dress. Minutes passed which felt more like a lifetime.
With a swoosh, the dress slid down her body to pool at her feet, leaving her shift and drawers the only barrier now. Charlotte hugged her body, not sure what she should do next, when suddenly his warm lips kissed the nape of her neck. She exhaled deeply, closing her eyes, enjoying the shivers of ecstasy lacing through her by the torrid gesture.
“You taste like sunshine after rain,” he said, trailing his lips around her neck and to each shoulder. Then his hands were bunching the material of her shift and dragging it up over her body, trailing his fingertips over her flesh along the way, rousing her into sensual madness. Charlotte had no idea being touched like this would make her feel like the sun burned her. She felt so hot and wet between her thighs.
But the moment her shift came over her head and disappeared, leaving her torso completely naked, she realized what he'd see. She tensed as he skimmed his fingertips over the ridges of bite and claw marks spanning her upper back. She closed her eyes tight, wishing to forget what those scars represented. Shamed by the dreadful disfigurement, she hugged herself, waiting for Avery to draw back in disgust.
He cupped her shoulders, gently turning her around to face him and took a step back, his gaze questioning.
“Please…I don't want to speak of it.”
They stared at each other for a long moment before he nodded. Without another word, Avery reached out and touched her breasts, taking the weight of them in his strong hands. He looked at her no differently, seemingly unaffected by what he'd just seen, and that knowledge made her embarrassment seem silly.
Charlotte closed her eyes and sucked in a shaky breath as his fingers tweaked her sensitive nipples.
“Oh… Oh, Lord.”
She leaned closer, feeling weightless. And then his mouth was on her nipple, sucking the puckered tip while his other hand trailed down her stomach and untied the ribbon at her drawers.
“God has nothing to do with this,” he murmured, and the drawers slipped down her legs. A thick finger slid between her parted lips, wet from the excitement coiling within her. She leaned into him, unable to support her own body as Avery slid his finger back and forth, eliciting quivers of ecstasy jolting through her body.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. Charlotte finally opened her eye
s to watch what he was doing to her, just as he’d settled on his knees before her. His hands cupped her waist and guided her onto the bed, gently pushing her back to lie down.
Boots and Bareback
Myla Jackson
Old Man O’Brien’s plan to get his sons hitched is about to work a little too well…
An Ugly Stick Saloon Story
Isabella Severs’s life is a shambles. When her fiancé dumped her, he took the horse she’d raised from a colt, and she wants him back. The horse, not the fiancé. Though she’s scrounging every penny working at the Ugly Stick Saloon, there’s no way she’s going to make enough to buy Sundance back before he’s put up for auction.
Until Old Man O’Brien makes her an offer she can’t refuse. One night of stripping for his son Jesse’s bachelor party, and all her problems will be solved.
Sean, Gabe and Tanner aren’t interested in settling with any one girl—until Isabella’s eye-popping performance on a mechanical horse gets their blood pumping. She’s perfect: sexy as hell, and well-suited to ranch life.
Yet as the brothers vie for her attention, they discover there’s a vulnerable woman beneath the sass. And instead of a winner-gets-the-girl competition, they find themselves joining forces to convince her she’s worthy of the love of a good man…or three.
Warning: Pull up a saddle. This is one erotic ride you won’t want to miss. Three hot cowboys, one sexy cowgirl and a mechanical horse that gives a whole new meaning to riding bareback. Caution—stock up on ice and bring your vibrator, this one’s gonna make you burn!
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