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Bound By The Past

© 2008 Mackenzie McKade

Years of neglect and disappointments have molded Jessica Evans into a strong, independent woman, determined to live life by her rules. The only place she’s willing to relinquish control is in the bedroom. Even then, it’s only on her terms.

A safety net of multiple partners keeps anyone from getting too close. That is, until one sexy cowboy throws a snag in that net, big time. Not only does Wade Peterson make her body burn, he’s crossed the line. The damn man wants to marry her.

For Wade, sharing her with another man is almost more than he can bear. But if he pushes too hard, he could lose her for good—something he refuses to allow to happen. Jessie’s rejection isn’t the end of it, not by a long shot. He’s back, and he’s hell-bent on seducing her right back into his wicked arms.

Then her past comes back to drop a bomb in her lap, and Wade sees a part of her he didn’t know existed—and another obstacle that could drive her to push away her only chance for love.

Warning: This title contains the following: Hot, explicit ménage sex, graphic language, and one sexy-as-hell cowboy.

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Bound By The Past:

On quiet footsteps, Wade approached. He knew she didn’t hear him. That’s just how he wanted her—off guard.

Moving quickly, he pressed his body against the back of the unsuspecting woman who haunted his dreams, trapping her against the steel railing of the corral. Her surprised gasp made him smile.

“Hello, darlin’.” His voice sounded deep and hoarse even to him. But that’s the effect Jessie had on him. She stripped him of control. Made him weak in the knees, but he would never let her know. The man inside him needed to dominate her. Prove to her that he could take her or leave her—even if it wasn’t true.

To his surprise she remained silent, unmoving. A cool breeze whipped around them, threatening to steal her sensual scent away, a soft feminine perfume that even distance hadn’t been able to erase.

“I’m back,” he whispered against her ear, resisting the urge to nip the tender earlobe adorned with a single diamond stud. Wade wanted to do much more than to kiss and feel the earring pressed to his tongue, between his teeth.

God, she felt good against his body. He couldn’t wait to remove her clothes so nothing lay between them.

Several tendrils had worked their way loose of her braid and danced around her neck in the breeze. He smoothed his lips along the exposed skin, and then he blew lightly.

“Back?” Her voice trembled, but she quickly repressed it as she gazed over the acres of corrals. “I didn’t know you’d left,” she stated calmly, even as she grasped the steel bar before her and the tendons in her throat grew taut.

Well, that hurt
. But what had he expected?

To his disappointment and embarrassment, Jessie had rejected him. Well, she hadn’t exactly said no. It’d been more like
hell no
, stating she wasn’t the marrying type.

Like an idiot, he had run—hauled ass out of town, accepting an old school chum’s invitation to join him for Christmas. When what he should have done was made love to her until she changed her mind.

She glanced smugly over her shoulder, hitting the rim of his Stetson with her forehead. “What do you want, Peterson?”

Okay, this wasn’t a good start. Yet he was like a dog with a bone when his mind was made up. His mom called it stubborn. He called it determined.

With her still looking over her shoulder, Wade stared into her crystal blue eyes, never breaking their connection, and pressed his lips to her neck again. In slow, seductive swirls, he smoothed his tongue over her skin before nibbling on the area. She jerked her head forward and he felt the tremor that whispered through her, reviving his confidence that she felt something—anything.

That’s what he loved most about Jessie. She came apart in his arms, made him feel all man when they were together. She had to care. He couldn’t help the triumphant grin that tugged at his mouth when she tried to pull away.

Sliding his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer. “Tonight,” he breathed against her neck, watching her skin prickle.

Jessie’s grasp tightened even more on the railing, knuckles turning white. Then her attention was stolen from him. “Poyo, not that gate—the next one,” she yelled at the
vaquero
, a Mexican cowboy straddling a sorrel horse. “Plans.” The clipped word was meant for Wade. She pointed toward three bay geldings and hollered, “Gilbert, move those three over to the next pen.”

“Clancy’s?” he asked, slipping several fingers beneath her white down vest and between the buttoned-space of her long sleeve shirt. Wade didn’t quite understand Jessie and Clancy’s relationship. They were close—intimate—but neither blinked an eye when Wade joined them to make a threesome. In fact, Jessie and Clancy gave him the impression there wasn’t anything deeper to their relationship than sex.

When his fingers met skin, she inhaled sharply and he smiled. Jessie had the smoothest flesh and the greatest body he had ever held. Not to mention she was a wildcat in bed. Callused hands from hard work turned to silk during lovemaking. She knew what a man liked and she never held back her own desires.

She was made for him. He had known it the minute she allowed him to tie her up. Their tastes ran alike—uninhibited and wild, both into multiple partners and a little dominance and bondage. They were suited for each other. Why couldn’t she see that?

There was a pregnant pause before she spoke. “Uh-huh,” and then she stuttered, “No. No. No. Back the Paint out of there. I want the black filly next.”

Wade continued to stroke her skin with his fingertips. “His house?”

The young colt evaded Poyo’s grasp and headed the other direction. “Well sonofabitch. Catch her,” Jessie yelled before turning her attention back to Wade. “Yeah. His house.”

“I’ll be there.” Already the thought of stripping her naked, of tasting the sweetness between her thighs was making him harder. He shifted his legs before pressing firmly against her to show her exactly how much he was anticipating the evening.

Again she glanced over her shoulder, raising a brow. “I don’t recall inviting you.”

This time her voice was tight, strained, but he recognized the sexual hunger in her eyes that had him responding, “I don’t recall you saying, ‘No’.”

All she wants for Christmas is him. All he wants is everything…for her.

Priceless

© 2011 Lena Matthews

Urban Fairytales, Book 3

As Christmas bears down on Eric Athers’s empty wallet, one question plagues him: What to get the love of his life when he has less than nothing?

It doesn’t help that his wife, Nia, who works extra shifts to support him through his medical residency, practically glows with holiday spirit. Her determination to put the “Merry” in Merry Christmas only serves as a painful reminder of everything he’s unable to provide for her.

Nia loves her husband to distraction, and she can’t for the life of her figure out how someone so smart can be so dumb when it comes to something as simple as a little holiday. Christmas is so much more than presents and shopping malls.

All she has to do is show her own personal Scrooge that the best gifts come from the heart.

Warning: This story is guaranteed to melt your snowman.

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Priceless:

Eric’s words were so unexpected it took a minute for his meaning to sink in. “Decorate me.” Nia licked her lips, and she took a few steps back. “That sounds a bit…kinky.”

“Your point is…?”

Her throat suddenly felt very dry. “Yeah…not sure I have one,” she admitted, still a little floored by Eric’s suggestion. Although he hadn’t been her first lover, he was definitely the most passionate and inventive. “What exactly do you mean though?”

“What I said.”

Nia glanced over at the box on the floor then back at her husband. He couldn’t really mean… “Are we talking star on head, ornaments on nipples, decorate?”

“Well…” Eric tilted his head to the side, a contemplative look on his face. “Not star on head.”

But nipples and stuff were apparently fair game. “Oh,” she said after a few seconds, because she really had no comeback for that.

“Any objections?”

She blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “The hooks might scratch a bit.”

“Possibly, but I promise to kiss it better.” Without waiting for her to reply, Eric made his way over to the box which held the leftovers. He picked up the box and carried it to the table, setting it down with a resounding thump. Carefully, as was his way, he began to sort through the remaining decorations. “Hmmm…looks like we have lots to choose from.”

Words escaped her. He was absolutely serious. One second he’d been dogging her tree, the next talking about using her as a tree. Nia shook her head in amazement. Every time she thought she had a handle on her husband he would do or say something completely out of character. Some days she wasn’t sure who she was married to—the focused, studious, determined doctor, or the sensual, dominating, erotic lover.

Nia was torn between wanting to say
hell no
, and her desire to do every depraved thing he hinted at. No, that wasn’t true, she wasn’t torn at all. “What about rules? I think we should have them.”

“Fair enough.” Eric strolled over to the oven. Warm air burst from the door as he opened the appliance, taking a bit of the sting out of the room. They’d learned quickly to use that part of the stove as a heating source when they were in the kitchen. “First rule, I make all the rules.”

Nia crossed her arms over her breasts, not because she was upset, but in hopes of hiding her nipples, which instantly hardened at his words. “Sounds…” she cleared her throat before continuing, “…like a game we’ve played before.”

Eric switched on the burners on the stove, then turned, facing her once more. “We’ve never played this.”

“Maybe not, but the rules are always the same.”

With a wicked little smile on his lips, he walked over to her, stopping only when he was standing directly in front of her. “Because they make you wet.” He was so close she had to drop her arms or risk having them pinned. “Don’t they?” His voice was low and rich and held not an ounce of compromise in it.

“Maybe.” Standing this close to him, with the heat seeping into the room, she began to feel a little lightheaded. His delicious, heady aroma filled the air around her and toyed with her senses, much in the way the man standing in front of her did with her libido. “You don’t play fair,” she said after a moment.

“I play to win.”

“What do you consider a win?”

“The sweet sound you make when you come.”

His words took her aback. Damn he was good. “You should have been a lawyer.”

“Then do I have your consent to drive you out of your mind?”

“Yes.”

“Good. First things first.” Eric slipped his hand under her sweater and cupped her butt. “Take everything off.”

“But it’s still chilly in here.” Nia tried to focus on his words and not the lazy pattern his fingers were making on her behind.

“I promise you this.” His voice was soft, his breath warm as he lowered his lips to kiss right below her left ear—one of the many spots on her body he’d found that could turn her to mush when toyed with just right. “You won’t be cold for long, and you’ll never look at Christmas decorations the same way again.”

With his lips on her neck once more and his hands on her hips, cold was the very last thing Nia felt. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access and surrendered to the moment, to the man and to the delicious tremors he sent through her body with the barest of his touches.

“Sunshine.”

Nia opened her eyes, drunkenly raised her head and peered at her husband. “Yes?”

“Take off everything then sit here on the table.”

There wasn’t even a need to reply. Nia obeyed while he watched with lust-filled eyes. Eric was quiet the entire time she undressed, silent but attentive. She felt his gaze heavy on her even when she bent over to slip off her shoes and step out of her pants and panties.

When she was wearing nothing but her grandmother’s heirloom, silver-filigree, garnet-pendant necklace, she placed her hand on her hip and stood proudly in front of him. She was going for a sexy come-hither look, but the shiver she let out and the goose bumps that broke out all over her arms instantly ruined it. The only thing remotely sexy about her now was how her nipples were erect, but even that had more to do with the crisp air than their naughty game. “Waiting for you to warm me.”

Eric picked her up and set her next to the box on the table. “You mean these dark berries didn’t come out to play just for me?” he asked as he ran his hands up and down her arms, giving a little warmth to her chilled limbs.

“Traitorous bitches.”

“I think I might have to teach them a lesson, but first.” Eric let her go and pulled a Santa hat out of the box. He dangled the red fabric with the white trim in the air and smiled in his devilish way.