Hope Springs (Compass Girls)
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Warning: This title contains hot ménage a trois scenes, bondage, and two men loving, sharing and fighting for the love of one woman with very specific bedroom desires and a bordello full of experience to tempt any man beyond redemption.
Enjoy the following excerpt for River Bound:
Rosalyn was as beautiful as ever, even in her men’s garb, her slim legs encased in trousers.
Dalton’s body reacted as usual to the woman who’d always turned his head and set his heart to thumping. Her long black hair bounced down around her waist, the luxurious waves rich and beckoning for his hands to comb through them.
Pushing away from the wall, he stepped toward her. “Where have you been?”
“You’re the second person tonight who’s asked me that question. Not that it’s any of your business, but I was at the Rose Palace.”
“No… Where have you been for the past year?” He closed the distance between them and cupped her cheek.
Her chest rose with a quick indrawn breath. “Like you give a damn.”
“I did, but my being with you would only have caused you more trouble.”
“And I’m too fragile to handle trouble?” She snorted and tried to push him away.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, you asked me to marry you and the reality of it scared you so badly you jumped overboard is the more likely story.” She ducked under his arm and made to escape.
He caught her and shoved her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head. “You’re right. I got scared.”
“Exactly.”
“Not of you, but for you.” He pressed his body against hers. “That lynch mob was after someone to hang. If I hadn’t jumped in the water, you’d have been widowed before we’d married and they might have decided to hang you as well.” He held both of her wrists with one hand, the other skimming down over her neck. “I’d hate to see such a beautiful throat wasted on a hangman’s noose.”
“You’re very convincing, thief. But I’m not buying it.” She stood straight, defiant, her blue eyes flashing. “A year is a long time to think through all that happened.”
“Enough time to change your mind about marrying a gambler?” The weight of the ring in his pocket remained a stinging reminder of Rosalyn’s choice to end their engagement. “Enough time to transfer your affections to James?”
She smiled. “James loves me.”
Dalton’s lip curled back in a snarl. “He doesn’t know you like I do.” He leaned in and nipped her ear, enough to bring pain.
She gasped, her breasts pressing against him. “Oh, but he’s learning. He actually spanked me.” Her words were spoken with bravado, but her breath quivered afterward.
“It’s against his nature.”
“But with time…”
“He’s not the man you can spend the rest of your life with. You would walk all over him.”
“At least he won’t run off and leave me.”
“I told you I couldn’t help it.” Dalton captured her mouth with his, biting down on her lower lip, close to but not quite drawing blood.
Rosalyn moaned, her knee drawing up alongside his leg.
Dalton pinched a nipple through the fabric of the man’s shirt she wore. “He doesn’t make you beg for what you want.”
“How do you know you can? It’s been a long time.”
The gauntlet thrown, Dalton smiled. This was a challenge he could master. He yanked her hands down, urging her to her knees. “Get down, woman.”
“No.” She resisted, color flooding her cheeks.
“Get down and beg.”
“No.” Her voice quivered, her surrender inevitable.
He dropped down with her, dragging her to her knees. Once he had her there, he rose back to his feet, one hand resting on her shoulder, holding her there. “You are mine. I am your master. Or did you forget?”
“I belong to no one.”
“You belong to me. Let me remind you.” With one hand, Dalton loosened the buttons on his trousers, slipped his suspenders over his shoulders and pulled his cock free. Blood rushed through his veins. “You know you want it. Suck my cock, woman. Suck it hard.”
He held his stance rigid, his face stern, but inside his confidence wavered, wondering if Rosalyn was still the same lover she’d been a year ago. Would his forceful demand tempt her as before, or would it repel her? Dalton held his breath, awaiting her response.
“No.” She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her lips trembling. She’d always loved it when he forced her. He’d been the only man she’d let bend her to his will. With his dick hard and straight in front of her, she swallowed the lust rising in her and whispered, “I won’t.”
“You know you want it. Do as I say. I am the master.”
Every part of her body burned, urging her to take him in her hands, to run her fingers over his length and make him cry out with the pleasure her mouth would bring. If she gave in to their game, she’d be right back where they left off a year ago—at his mercy, giving him everything he demanded…surfacing her hidden desires for rough, nasty fucking. “Please, don’t make me do this.”
“Do it.” He tangled his hands in her hair and pulled her closer until his dick bumped against her face.
Automatically, her hands rose to circle his member. She moaned, her tongue reaching out to tentatively touch the velvety end of his cock. He tasted clean, salty and oh so good. How had she come to crave sex in such a forceful, decadent way? As her fingers stroked his length, she vowed to make him regret ever leaving her, to remind him of what she had promised when she agreed to marry him. She’d make him crave her like an alcoholic craving his next drink.
When he was completely at her mercy, she’d leave him. Only then would he understand the depths of despair she’d fallen to when he’d left her. Only then would he know how it felt to lose the air your body needed to remain alive from day to day.
“Suck it, woman,” he rumbled, less coherent, more of a groan.
“Yes, master.” She opened her mouth and took him in, sliding all the way over his length until the tip of his member bumped against the back of her throat.
His fingers convulsed in her hair, pulling hard until her scalp hurt, the pain only adding to the rise of lust inside her. Low in her belly she ached for release, ached to be naked. Craved to have him ram his cock into her, hard, rough and soon.
As her tongue swirled around his dick, her fingers worked the buttons of her shirt and trousers, feverishly loosening them, fearing that her plan to make him crave her had backfired. She didn’t care. She wanted her skin against his, his cock inside her, his hands touching her in all the most intimate places.
His body tensed, his hips pumping into her, increasing in speed, his cock swelling to hardened steel.
The frenzied pace only made her want more. She struggled with the buttons, her fingers useless, her body on fire.
Then he stiffened and yanked free of her mouth.
Rosalyn cried out, her hands reaching to take him back.
He didn’t let her, pulling her to her feet. “That was good, but it’s not enough.”
“It’s never enough,” she whimpered, falling into their old habits, the game they’d played a hundred times. Her eyes widened, pretending fear when all she felt was excitement, exhilaration and rampant lust.
“You’ve been a very bad girl. You deserve to be punished.”
“No, I’ve done what you asked.” She couldn’t stop the words, couldn’t change the story. At this point, she didn’t want to. She wanted what came next.
He pushed her against the wall. “You can’t escape me. I own you. You are mine to take whenever I want.” In a flash of movement, he bent to jerk her trousers down. The woolen fabric slipped down her hips. He pulled them off, over her boots, leaving her legs and ass bare.
Her body shivered, the anticipation building, her core wet and ready for his punishment. She bit hard on her lower lip to keep from begging him to take her.
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sp; Hope Springs
Jayne Rylon & Mari Carr
What will grow from the seeds of desire?
Compass Girls, Book 2
Hope Compton never considered her parents’ unconventional relationship a dangerous thing. Until, after a few too many drinks in a crowded bar, she admits her desire for a ménage to her college boyfriend—and uninvited guests try to turn her fantasy into a nightmare.
When Wyatt catches some thugs harassing the pretty daughter of his bosses, he doesn’t hesitate to call on his partner Clayton to kick some asses. But then he realizes what a temptation the sweet, sheltered Hope presents. Especially her naughty wish to unleash her inner vixen—with both of them.
Hope has no doubt her playmates want to fulfill her every desire, but something’s holding them back. She has an idea what those somethings are. With luck, and a little help from her Compass cousins to hold her fathers off, she’ll find what she needs in the shadows of the past—and convince them she’s found two men of her own who are worthy of her love.
Warning: Compass books bring love in every direction and every season. But not all of life’s moments are filled with joy. Take the good with the bad, and the steamy.
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Hope Springs
Copyright © 2013 by Mari Carr & Jayne Rylon
ISBN: 978-1-61921-371-5
Edited by Amy Sherwood
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
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