Jesse's Girl

by Karen Erickson

  Antonio is well aware that Jane is determined to keep their sexual relationship temporary. But he has a different plan in mind.

  In the morning he introduces her to his best friend…

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Educating Jane Porter:

  “I’m very pleased to meet you, Jane.”

  His voice was smooth, cultured like a fine brandy or the perfect cigar. When he assumed the chair next to her, his scent, a mixture of lime and healthy male, tickled her senses.

  This man was hot, really hot. She’d never considered going to bed with another man so quickly after bedding Antonio, but—

  When she became aware both men were giving her a curious look, she cleared her throat.

  “Uh…it’s lovely to meet you too.”

  Santos flashed her a smile that was both amused and pleased.

  You’re acting like a complete hick.

  “So what brings you…uh…here, this weekend?” Inwardly she groaned. Of course he was here for Antonio’s birthday. They were friends.

  Santos’s brown eyes twinkled. He took her hand and raised it to his lips.

  “My friend told me the women were exquisite.”

  His lips touched her skin, igniting a quick flash of heat. When his tongue touched her knuckle she shivered.

  Wow.

  She didn’t miss the glance the men shared. Her sex clenched.

  “Isn’t she as beautiful as I described?” Antonio slid into the chair directly opposite Santos. Between the two of them they’d effectively pinned her in the corner of the terrace.

  “That she is.”

  “Blonde, elegant, confident.” Antonio’s hand slid under the table to settle on her left knee. “What more could a man ask for?”

  “I don’t know if I’m all that.” Under the stare of both men, her cheeks heated.

  “You are, and much more.” Antonio’s smile was intimate. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze and a warm ribbon of heat unfurled in her stomach.

  “You’re making her blush.” Santos sounded amused.

  “I enjoy making beautiful women blush.”

  Her lover’s hand slid up the inside of her thigh pushing her skirt along with it. She sent a silent thank you to Kitten for requesting full-length tablecloths. Whatever he was up to, no one would be able to see under the table.

  Antonio gently pressed his hand against the inside of her leg indicating his desire. Reaching for her glass, she opened her legs several inches.

  “It appears you do it well,” Santos spoke.

  Another hand touched her right knee, and she started. Her gaze flew to Santos’s face, but he wasn’t looking at her. A waiter approached with them with three bowls on a tray.

  “As you ordered, Señor Santos.”

  “Thank you, Ramon. The sun is warm, and this will be much appreciated.”

  Ramon placed the first bowl in front of Jane.

  “I hope you like lime,” Santos said. “I took the liberty of ordering for you.”

  “Why yes, thank you.”

  In unison, their hands slid further up the insides of her thighs, gently tugging them apart. Jane snatched her spoon as the waiter completed his service. He left with a slight bow.

  Antonio’s hand squeezed her upper thigh. Santos’s hand moved upward and without thinking, she spread her legs. His pinky nudged her mound, and a rush of liquid filled her pussy.

  “The flavor is exquisite.” Antonio spooned a small amount of his peach gelato and offered it to Jane. “You’ll find this to be a singular experience.”

  Though she wasn’t entirely sure he was speaking to her, she obediently opened her mouth. The creamy substance landed on her tongue bringing with it the cool taste of peaches and cream.

  Santos’s fingers nudged her pussy.

  “It is most pleasant.”

  Her gaze flew to his face. He was watching her with an odd little smile. His finger parted the slick lips of her pussy to delve inside. Electricity shot through her body when he touched her clit.

  There is a stranger with his hand on your crotch!

  Panic overtook her and from deep in her throat, Jane squealed. When she slammed her legs shut, she wasn’t entirely sure if it was to keep him out or to hold him hostage.

  “There is a shy quality to this dish.” Antonio was speaking. “But if you savor the flavor, absorbing every nuance of its sweetness, it’s well worth the effort.”

  Hell, they weren’t talking about the gelato…

  “Yes, I see your point,” Santos murmured. Scooping up a small bite of raspberry gelato, he offered it to her.

  “You will enjoy it, I promise you,” he said.

  Her stomach dropped. This was the moment. Santos wanted an invite into her bed. Her gaze darted to Antonio.

  “I assure you, it is a flavor you must try.” His smile deepened. “The experience will change your world.”

  Their hands on her thighs exerted enough pressure to alert her to their intentions. Need burned low, hot in her pussy. Her nipples ached with the need to be touched, sucked.

  She wanted both of these men.

  Jane opened her mouth to accept the bite. Cool raspberry delighted her tongue even as she relaxed her thighs. Spreading them wide, she gave them entry to her darkest desires.

  “Pleasing, is it not?” Santos asked.

  She couldn’t even enjoy the bite because their hands were perched at the top of her inner thighs. At the first touch of her clit, Jane swallowed the bite.

  At the second stroke, her hips thrust forward.

  “It’s lovely.”

  Her voice was shrill to her own ears. Quickly spooning a bite of her gelato, she stuffed it into her mouth.

  “Soft, creamy. It’s perfection.” Santos stroked her clit.

  “Sweeter than candy. I think we should indulge as much as possible before the party tonight,” Antonio said. “It has been a while since I’ve indulged my love of sweet cream.”

  A finger prodded her vagina. Her breath caught, and she was penetrated. A second finger joined the first, stretching her. Delicate nerves leapt to life sending a gush of liquid need into her pussy. Her grip on the spoon tightened, and her knuckles turned white.

  Judging by the angle, it was Antonio who was finger-fucking her under the table. Her nipples hardened, creating tiny points against her thin sweater. Fighting the urge to caress them, she took another bite of the gelato. The creamy dessert was melting under the warm sun, much like she was under the table.

  From the right, a finger touched her clit. Her hips shot forward in a silent plea for more.

  A bite of peach gelato appeared in front of her, and she licked it from the spoon. Antonio’s greedy fingers in her pussy began to thrust while Santos stroked her clit. Antonio leaned toward her, and his lips brushed her cheek.

  “I’m going to eat your pussy, Beauty.”

  A whimper slipped from her lips. Her gaze was focused on her dessert bowl, now filled with green cream.

  “And then, after you come against my tongue, I’m going to put my cock into your hungry pussy and fuck you until you come again.”

  Explicit images crashed through her mind…her naked body, both men feasting on her flesh. Two cocks, thrusting, thrusting…

  A sharp pinch on one nipple was all it took.

  Antonio caught her chin and pulled her toward him. His mouth took possession of hers stifling her cry. Their tongues mated as her orgasm whipped through her body. The whole situation was so carnal, so explosive. Jane was rocked to her very core.

  The spasms eased, and so did the kiss. His mouth gentled, and his fingers in her pussy did the same. They removed their hands leaving her feeling empty, shattered. Antonio broke the kiss.

  “You pleased me very much, Beauty.”

  She ducked her head, and he slid his arm around her waist then pulled her against his side. With the taste of Antonio thick on her tongue, she peeked up at Santos.

  His gaze was direct, hot. Her eyes widened when he raised his
left hand to his lips. His tongue slipped out to taste her cream, and his gaze turned fierce.

  “That was quite enjoyable.” Antonio was speaking to Santos. “Aren’t you glad you took my advice and indulged this morning?”

  “It was unforgettable.”

  Santos’s gaze burned into her flesh, and she looked away. Just thinking about what they’d done under the table was enough to cause her heart to flutter. She’d just allowed two men, virtual strangers, to finger her under a table.

  In public.

  A rush of yearning moved through her body. Exhibitionism was a secret fantasy of hers, one she’d felt destined to remain unfulfilled. Her pussy clenched. Now, she wasn’t quite so sure.

  “I don’t know about you, Antonio, but I’d like to taste more.” Santos tossed his napkin on the table. “Shall we move our tasting upstairs?”

  She loves them too much to change them. Until they turn the tables on her…

  It’s Raining Men

  © 2009 Crystal Jordan

  In the Heat of the Night, Book Three.

  Every one of Candy’s werewolf instincts tells her that Michael is her mate. He’s a lawyer—smart, sophisticated, and handsome. The catch? He’s gay. There is no way she’s going to try to change who he is. Then she meets his lover Stephen, a seductive Fae-siren jazz singer, and she’s positive she’s got a screw loose somewhere. Mates with not one, but two gay men?

  She’s definitely doomed to be single forever.

  Michael and Stephen know that their unexpectedly flirtatious advances have thrown Candy for a loop. But there’s method to their madness—they’re both serious about her. And they plan to make sure she never spends another birthday alone.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for It’s Raining Men:

  Fire flooded my system, and my hips moved in the kind of sensual rhythm I couldn’t control. I clung to him, opening my mouth on his neck to suck and nip at his salty flesh. The wolf demanded that I bite down hard. I shuddered, holding back on my instincts to move against him in wild abandon. He pushed his pelvis into mine, working me in the hard, insistent tempo that took me right to the edge of orgasm but didn’t allow me to fall over. “Michael, I’m so close. Please, I need more.”

  “Not yet, not yet.” He froze, and I died a little. My claws slid forward and dug into his shoulders. He grunted and shrugged against my hold. I loosened my grip, stroking an apologetic hand down his back.

  He startled when he looked at me, his mouth falling open in shock. I pressed my fingertip to my mouth, and I felt my fully extended fangs. My eyes would be icy werewolf blue, the wolf wanting her mate. And my appearance obviously scared the shit out of him. I expected to feel a pierce of regret, but the wolf was too much in control, and I was too far gone to care that he would reject me. Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, he set me on my feet. I nearly cried out again, for entirely different reasons. My clawed fingers flexed and I turned away, not daring to look at him. The emotional pain would come later, when only the woman was left to deal with the hurt.

  “That was hotter than I imagined it would be.” A strangled note had entered the siren’s voice. When I glanced at Stephen, I saw he was stroking his cock through his pants. “And I have one hell of an imagination.”

  I looked him over, not bothering to hide the wolf this time. They’d come into the wolf’s den willingly. If they wanted an apology for my nature, they’d be waiting a long time. Licking my lips, I stepped toward the Fae halfing and reached out to take over the stroking. A low growl soughed from my throat, and the burn in my veins increased.

  His hand covered mine, showing me exactly how he liked to be touched. Up, down, up, down. Slow torture. The musky scent of his desire caressed my sensitive nose, his musical groans kissing my ears. Moisture from his bulbous crest seeped through his pants. My other hand lifted to flick open his zipper. His breath caught when I pulled his hard cock out and sank to my knees before him. I wanted him in my mouth, wanted to taste his flesh. A shudder went through him as I slid my tongue along the underside of his dick, working my way up until I could take the head into my mouth. He buried his fingers in my hair, fisting tight as I sucked him deep. His flavor burst over my taste buds, and I knew I would never banish it from my memory. It was embedded in my psyche, and I would know his taste, his scent, his essence anywhere.

  The heat that had never abated held me tight in its grip. Stephen’s passion fed my own, and my hips rolled to the same rhythm that I sucked him. I closed my eyes and savored every moment of this chance to touch one of my mates. It was too sweet, made me burn too hot. I shivered, my nipples going rock hard. My eyes snapped open again when large hands cupped my breasts from behind. Michael. “You look hot with your mouth stuffed with cock. You know that, right?”

  A moan escaped me, his words making lava flow through my veins. My breathing picked up speed, my heart pounding as excitement and anticipation flooded me. His palms slid down the front of my dress until he reached the hem. One hand tugged it up to my waist while the other slipped around to dip into me from behind. The first touch of his fingers on my slick pussy lips made me moan. He pressed them up into my hot channel, setting a fast, harsh pace. I grabbed Stephen’s slim hips for balance, still sucking him so deep the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I groaned, working Stephen with my mouth as Michael worked me with his fingers.

  He rolled a fingertip over my clit. His hand angled, and the fingers inside me hit my G-spot. I screamed around Stephen’s dick, my pussy convulsing. My sex clenched around Michael’s fingers repeatedly, and he continued to thrust into me, to drag it out as long as possible until my breathing became little more than ragged sobs. Stephen’s hard cock slid from my lips, and I rested my forehead against his thigh, shuddering and twisting my hips.

  Michael’s fingers withdrew, and I felt him stand, moving away from me. I looked up when Stephen stepped back to see Michael turning him by the shoulder to face the counter. Kicking Stephen’s feet apart, Michael urged the siren forward until his forearms rested on the countertop. My eyes widened as I watched Michael grab the back of Stephen’s belt and roughly jerk his pants down. He groaned as Michael stroked over the tight muscles of his naked ass, parting the cheeks to tease his anus. Using his free hand, Michael unfastened his slacks and pulled his long, hard dick out. I sucked in a shocked breath, insidious heat winding through me at the sight of my two mates together. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Michael inserted one, then two fingers into the siren’s ass, widening him to prepare him for penetration. Then Michael pulled his hand back to grasp his cock, nudging it into Stephen’s tight pucker.

  “Damn, Michael. I want it hard. I need it.” He shuddered and groaned between clenched teeth as Michael drew back his palm to slap the siren’s backside. I watched Michael’s cock sliding in and out of Stephen’s anus, and my thighs squeezed together as excitement tightened within me, flooding my core with fire. Even though I’d just come, witnessing them fuck had me right on the edge of orgasm. The scent of them and the musk of sex intoxicated me, clawing at my control. Biting my lip, I slipped my fingers between my legs to stroke the slick folds.

  “Don’t just watch, Candy. I didn’t tell you to stop sucking him,” Michael’s voice growled, the tone harsh with unspent sexual need.

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