Enticement

by Madelynn Ellis

  She closed her other hand around Jay’s penis, stunned to find it harder than ever, with a vein pulsing tangibly through it.

  “Jules,” Hunter cried. “Fuck, Jules!” He flung his head from side to side, his eyes still closed. “That feels unbelievable.”

  Jay froze. His eyes popped open.

  “No.” Hunter panted. “Christ, don’t stop.”

  Bound by grief, branded by need too intense to ignore…

  Coming Home

  © 2009 Ava Rose Johnson

  After an accident kills Brett Miller’s parents, the reins of Steeplecrest Ranch fall to him. The arrival of rightful half-owner Cade Armstrong, who lost his parents in the same accident, only kicks up the tension. Brett would rather buy out Cade’s share and send the man back to New York, but his hands are tied.

  After seven years leading a hedonistic life in the big city, Cade returns to face his loss. Once he’s got acres of rolling ranch land back under his feet he discovers he wants to keep them planted on home ground—and show the man he’s lusted after since puberty just how good they’d be together.

  Then Cade’s friend, Jessica, arrives from the city and the sexual tension rockets from simmer to full boil. Brett finds himself incredibly turned on—and incredibly confused. Cade is through waiting for Brett’s mind to open wide enough to let love in. It’s time for the proper application of an emotional crowbar. Even if it means he could lose Brett forever.

  Warning: This book contains confused emotions, a man in denial, anal sex 101, a steamy ménage scene, drunken blow-jobs, seriously hot cowboy sex and enough sexual tension to make you squirm.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Coming Home: Jess pushed to her feet, shimmied out of her skirt and stretched her arms right above her head. The move lifted her breasts into two tempting mounds. “Okay boys, I need the little girls’ room. Be back in a sec.” Bare-ass naked, she danced out of the room leaving the two men alone.

  Cade snuck a glance at Brett out of the corner of his eye. The man’s head rested against the sofa, his eyes staring straight ahead.

  “You do this often?” he asked, not meeting Cade’s gaze. “Bring in someone else, I mean.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why?” This time Brett’s eyes slanted in his direction.

  Taking in the mix of curiosity and uncertainty in Brett’s expression, Cade shrugged, playing it cool. “It makes Jessica hot,” he said simply, stretching his arm over the back of the sofa. “What makes Jessica hot, makes me hot.” He left out the fact that he usually fucked the third too. Brett wasn’t ready to hear that yet and Cade wasn’t sure he ever would be.

  He looked down at his left thigh. Only a hair’s breadth separated him from Brett. He could feel the man’s body heat radiating off him and his cock twitched. He wondered what Brett thought of the fact that Cade had a hard-on even though Jess had carted her naked ass upstairs. Did he even notice? If he did, was it bugging him?

  Cade let his gaze drift over Brett’s thigh to his groin. The tip of his half-hard cock peeked out of his jeans. He wasn’t limp either.

  Cade didn’t get the chance to mull that over. Jess returned to the room and dropped a small bag by the sofa. She smiled wickedly at him and he leaned back against the cushions. She had plenty more in store for them and he couldn’t wait to find out what she had up her sleeve.

  Anticipation buzzed in Jessica’s veins as she drank in the sight of her two lovers sitting side by side. Cade’s expression matched her feelings—excited, curious and aroused. Brett’s expression was darker, more restrained, but she detected the lust in the depths of his black eyes and she didn’t miss the twitch of his dick as she sashayed toward them.

  They sat so close together she could rest her knees between each of their denim-clad legs. She sat back, one buttock on Cade’s knee and the other on Brett’s.

  “I thought you boys would need more rest time,” she said, eyeing Cade’s hard cock and Brett’s stiffening erection. “I see I was wrong.”

  Brett rubbed his calloused hand over her thigh. His rough touch provoked a heavy rush of desire inside her and she squirmed. His hand slid higher and cupped her pussy.

  “You’re ready to go too,” he said, surprise lacing his tone. He slipped one long finger inside her dripping cunt. “What do you want to do now?”

  She sensed the courage it took for him to ask that question. A battle of wills roared in his eyes. Part of him hated the lack of control, despised it. The other part, the larger part she guessed, wanted to stay, to discover what other pleasures she and Cade could introduce him to.

  She tilted her head to the side and reached out to touch his mouth. Running the pad of her thumb along his full bottom lip, she sighed. She knew what she wanted to do.

  She slithered to the floor and settled herself directly in front of Brett. Placing her hands on each of his knees, she pushed them apart. “I wanna taste you,” she whispered, leaning in to his bobbing cock. She opened her mouth and closed her lips around the plum-shaped head. The salty taste of his skin made her tongue tingle and his musky essence mixed with her juices filled her mouth as she slowly slid her lips down his shaft. It was a potent combination, one that had cream coating her pussy.

  She took him to the back of her throat and then angled back to take even more of him. When her nose brushed the wiry curls at the base of his sex, she inhaled his masculine scent. She loved sucking cock, loved it almost more than she loved being eaten out. The sense of power it gave her as she licked and sucked a man dry thrilled her very bones. And this particular cock, so long and thick, was a particularly tasty treat.

  She bobbed her head up and down rhythmically, laving her tongue along the veined underside then swirling the tip around the swollen head. Brett’s fingers weaved into her hair, holding her head in place as she sucked him greedily. She moaned around his cock as he tugged on her hair. He wanted her up. He didn’t want to come yet.

  This time she decided to let him have his way. Reluctantly, she drew her lips up his cock and released the head with a wet-sounding pop. Looking up into his fiery eyes, she licked her lips. Her gaze danced to Cade, whose hand was wrapped tightly around his erection. “How hard is this for him?” she wondered, taking in the raw desire glittering in his blue eyes. Barely an inch separated his body from Brett’s, they’d already taken part in a threesome tonight, but the glaring rule remained—Cade couldn’t touch the other man and she was willing to bet it was killing him.