Curves and Spurs: Seducing Rebecca
Fort Charles has a reputation for sin. All her life Rebecca’s heard the rumors that the cowboys there made a custom of sharing one woman between two men…and now she’s about to find out the truth.
Abandoned by her fundamentalist Mormon father for refusing to marry her sister’s husband, Rebecca has no choice but to work as a cook for ranch owner Carl Lawson and his fiery right-hand man Jamie Briggs.
Beautiful, voluptuous Rebecca is intent on preserving her virtue but can’t seem to resist the pull of the rough, masculine duo…or the wicked traditions of Fort Charles.
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The kiss was harder now. I could feel the hot length of his body, holding me in place.
“You’re ready for it,” he murmured. “Aren’t you, Becky.” His body pressed into mine. “Ready to be kissed…ready to be touched.”
I gasped softly. “I–”
“God, aren’t you ripe,” he muttered into my ear. His lips skated over my jaw. “Not sure if I can wait like we planned to…I was never the patient one…”
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An Agency Story: Double Trouble
Ashlyn’s nannied for the Stewarts before–she knows precisely what’s expected of her, and the sordid pleasures that wait for her every winter break. But this time, someone new is waiting for her at the Stewarts’ cabin in Aspen: sweet, innocent Shanna. Will Ashlyn overcome her jealousy as Shanna is initiated into the Stewarts’ wicked secret?
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He kissed me at the base of my spine, slow and sure. He pressed another kiss a lighter higher, leisurely moving up my back, savoring each inch of flesh. As he moved I could feel the hot heavy length of his body on top of me, weighing me down and trapping me against the mattress.
“Mmm, baby, you smell so good,” he muttered. He reached my shoulders, and nipped gently at the nape of my neck. Reaching out a hand, he stroked Shanna’s golden head and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Such a good looking pair of girls,” I heard him say. “I can’t wait until I get both of you naked together.”
He lowered his lips to my ear.
“But first. I have to make something up to you, baby girl.”
He wrapped his hands around my waist and yanked me up and back onto my knees. I gasped in surprise and instinctively braced myself on my hands. I was almost dizzy for a minute, and then I felt his hands on the sides of my hips, pulling me tight against him.
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“Are you sore still?” Her hands slid over my bare legs now, making long strokes up and down my thighs. I shook my head, hypnotized. “Good,” she whispered, and her hands found my ass, gently kneading the firm flesh.
I watched her eyes darken with lust. “You know,” she said. “I’m not surprised. I think you’re pretty cute, too.”
“You think I’m cute?”
“Yeah,” she said, a seductive smile on her lips. Her fingers found the edge of my panties and peeled them down my legs. Just as Professor Oakley had done the day before. The two of them…were they alike in their appetites?
She pulled them all the way off. I was sitting there, my legs spread open, my skirt only a few inches below the dark V of my pubic hair.
She didn’t take her eyes off me as she pushed my knees open even more, lifting the skirt up even further until she could see my bare, naked sex.
“You’re so pretty, Ellie,” she whispered, and dropped her head to kiss up my thigh. Her nose brushed my dark curls and I gasped. “You’re okay,” she murmured. “I just…I just want a little taste, Ellie…let me kiss you…”
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“Someone will find us,” I gasped, as one of his hands snaked over my hip.
“Lucky them,” he replied. “But I’m sure as hell not going anywhere. And neither are you.”
His mouth was exploring my neck, licking up my throat. As I panted he paused, his lips hovering over mine.
“This what you want?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I whined softly and tipped my head back. The kiss—oh god, it was soft at first but it hardened fast, his tongue flickering over mine, his mouth demanding more. I felt a faint wetness growing between my legs, under my sundress.
“Yes,” I gasped, as his hands moved over my breasts, squeezing the soft mounds. He unbuttoned my dress and palmed my bare skin, and I hissed as I felt my nipples go hard under his touch.
“Sensitive little filly, aren’t you,” he muttered to me. He lowered his head and licked a hard nub into his mouth and I was squirming, burying my hand in his thick hair, groaning softly as he switched to the other nipple.
I was wetter than I thought it was even possible to be. He slid a hand up my thigh, just teasing me at first with light little touches on the skin of my inner thigh. I never dreamed I’d be so bold, but I spread my legs and lifted my hips towards him. He chuckled low in his throat.
“You’re a filly who knows what she wants,” he whispered against my breast. “You need a man to ride you…and ride you hard.”