Fool's Gold (A sexy funny mystery/romance, Cottonmouth Book 2) (43 page)

The sex between them all is hot, naughty, and
unbearably exciting. It isn’t merely swapping partners and moving
to another room; it’s true foursome sex, same room, same bed, all
four involved. For Drew and Cat Mitchell and Logan and Alexis Hart,
it’s about barreling through boundaries none of them have ever
crossed before, doing kinky things they’ve only fantasized about.
But when they begin to exchange not just sex but emotional
connection, the problems start; a little jealousy, feeling left
out, wanting more from the wrong partner. Can two couples really
share everything without losing it all?

Excerpt from
Kinky
Neighbors

Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes

Chapter One

Her body was lithe, strong, and she worked
him from the inside, milked him, turned him mindless. Cat had taken
belly dancing lessons a few years ago, and though she’d stopped the
dancing, she’d never lost the ability to use those muscles on his
cock when he was deep inside her.

“I want to be fucking you just like this,”
she whispered, “straddling your hips, riding you”—she laughed
softly, a naughty, sexy sound that tightened every muscle in his
groin—“while you’re licking her.”

Drew squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple
hard. She moaned, liking sex with a nibble of pain, loving it when
she was spinning him a fantasy at the same time.

“I want to look down and watch you devouring
her pussy.” This time she groaned. Fantasies about other people
always made her engine purr louder. But fantasies about their
next-door neighbors made his wife come harder than even in the
first blush of love when they couldn’t get enough of each
other.

She threw her head back, her gorgeous
brown-sugar hair falling over her shoulders. “Oh, Drew, she loves
it, moaning, pinching her own nipples.” Cat took him with a faster
rhythm, a harder pump, working herself up with her fantasy of their
pretty neighbor. “She wants your big hard cock in her, Drew.”

When she was like this, Cat simply dragged
him along. His body quaked and trembled, rising almost on its own
to drive hard into her. He grabbed her hips, pistoned deep as she
leaned back to give him the best angle for her G-spot. With sharp
little stings, her fingernails broke his skin as she braced herself
on his thighs.

“Fuck her,” she cried out, “fuck her
hard.”

Christ, he loved her hot and out of control
like this. Then her inner muscles clamped down on him as her orgasm
began to ripple through her. She panted, moaned, tightened her
thighs along his hips and bucked on him.

Her climax wrenched his from him, and he shot
high inside her, shouting out her name.

Moments later, his limbs still jerking, he
pulled her down, wrapping her in his arms. “Jesus,” he muttered
against her fragrant hair.

“That was so hot, baby. I want us to do her
just like that, me on your cock and you with your face buried in
her pussy.

Drew laughed. “God, you’re filthy.”

She tipped her he
ad back,
grinned at him. “And y
ou love it.”

Yes, he did. “You amaze me.” Cat was special,
gorgeous, with a slim, athletic body that made him crazy and a
kinky, naughty attitude toward sex that was more male than female.
They’d once hired a Las Vegas call girl to watch them have sex. Cat
was an exhibitionist. They’d been married for ten years, Cat was
thirty-eight, he was seven years older, and their sex life was
still fantastic.

She nuzzled his neck. “I know how much you
love licking a woman, and that’s what I want to give you.”

“You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” He
kissed her forehead as if she’d just made him a great meal instead
of offered up another woman to him. She honestly did not have a
jealous bone in her body. They did a lot of fantasizing, imagining
sex with other couples they’d met, threesomes, foursomes. He knew
she’d done a threesome before he met her, two men and her, but
neither man was her boyfriend. She claimed that doing it with him,
her husband, would be entirely different, taking things to a whole
new level.

She stroked his cock to life again. “I just
want to make sure you don’t get tired of having sex with me. Men
need spice.”
She
needed spice, and her imagination was
fertile with ways of getting it.

She loved role playing. She’d had him try to
pick her up in a bar, pretending they didn’t know each other. He’d
practically had to go to blows with another guy that was hitting on
her. She’d loved the attention; then she’d fucked him in their car
with the bartender having a smoke not ten feet away. She liked it
risky, the fear of getting caught, public sex, in the back of a
car, a dark bar, once on the hood in a parking garage. She thrived
on anything edgy, always coming up with ways to keep their sex
fresh. Cat needed to push her sexual limits; she needed fire.

Six months ago, they’d moved from fantasy
into reality. At least they’d tried, meeting a couple off a
personal ad Cat saw online. Unfortunately, nothing
came
of it. The couple was nice enough, married for
twenty years, both in their early fifties rather than the
mid-forties they’d claimed, and their definition of height-weight
proportionate was not quite the same as Cat’s. Ultimately the
attraction wasn’t there. Either you felt it, or you didn’t.

Lying in his arms, Cat plucked at the hair on
his chest. “I told Alexis that we always hot-tub in the nude.”

Drew chuckled. “What did she say to
that?”

He felt Cat’s shrug. “She just gave me a
look.”

Tomorrow they were heading out for Tahoe
where they’d rented a house close to the lake for a week. And
they’d invited their neighbors. Logan and Alexis Hart had moved
into their Saratoga neighborhood a little over a year ago. Alexis
was a controller for a Silicon Valley microwave radio manufacturer,
and Logan was CEO for a San Francisco-based Fortune 500 company.
Like
Drew
and Cat, they had professional
careers, double incomes, and no kids to tie them down. They’d gone
from backyard barbecues to dinner and card games that lasted long
past midnight. Now this, a week-long Tahoe vacation for some
hiking, lake fishing, relaxing. And, if Cat had her way, some very
kinky games.

“I’m dying to see how you’re going to bring
up the subject of sex,” he mused.

Cat puffed a breath across his chest. “We’ve
talked about sex before.”

“Sexual innuendo and jokes. It’s not the same
as asking her if she’d like me to...”

“Make her come with your tongue.” Trust Cat
to finish the thought. “Don’t you worry. I’ll find the perfect
opening to get the ball rolling.”

“I’m sure you will.” His wife was out there,
known for saying exactly what was on her mind. “What about
Logan?”

She outright snorted. “He’s not going to be
any problem at all.”

Drew had to agree. He didn’t believe Logan
was a player, but the man had certainly gotten into the sexual
innuendo thing with vigor. When Cat suggested strip poker instead
of their regular game of Hearts on one of their card nights, Logan
had jumped at the idea. It was Alexis who nixed it. She was a
petite, pretty, blue-eyed blonde with sexy curves and
mouth-watering breasts, but she was on the shy side, far more
reserved than Cat. Drew liked her well enough. She was smart,
funny, your basic all-around nice girl next door with the ability
to really listen to what a man said, not just lip service. So to
speak.

If Alexis didn’t want to play strip poker,
there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d get down and dirty in the hot
tub. Therein lay his main reservation about the whole idea; it
could backfire and screw up a damn good friendship.

Cat tweaked his nipple, getting a rise out of
his cock. “What if Logan wants a taste of me if you get a taste of
his wife?”

Drew had always known that any kinky play
they engaged in wouldn’t be just Cat watching him. She had a
downright insatiable appetite for more, more, more. He had no
illusions about what he was agreeing to. She would be doing
whatever he did and probably a hell of a lot more, but when they
finally had sex with another couple, he knew she’d make it totally
hot. Maybe he was being led around by his dick—Cat usually managed
to get exactly what she wanted—but he’d do it. And suffer the
consequences, if any, later.

Trailing a hand down her abdomen, he delved
between her legs, stroking her clit. She was wet and warm. “I’ll be
jealous as hell,” he muttered.

Logan was a couple of years younger than
Drew, a few rungs higher on the corporate ladder, CEO of a billion
dollar company to Drew’s VP of Engineering for a medium-size
software maker. With reddish hair, green eyes, and a gym-toned body
Cat had mentioned a lot more than once, Logan was a good-looking
guy.

Cat pushed him aside. “Oh baby, you make me
so wet when you get all he-man.” She masturbated for him. He loved
to watch. “But if you get her, he’ll insist on having me.”

“Yeah. He’ll beg to spread your gorgeous
thighs.”

She moaned, getting herself worked up again
with her fantasy scenario. He knew Cat. It was kinky sex, not the
man himself that she needed. She wanted the package deal, a
foursome. Drew didn’t have to be jealous, but he knew a little
jealousy added to her sexual high.

The real truth? He didn’t know how he’d feel.
Fantasizing about other men fucking Cat made him explosive in the
heat of the moment. In reality, there might be a whole different
set of emotions. He couldn’t be sure which ones he’d succumb to
until they actually did it.

He started down her body, kissing her belly,
her mound, then crawling between her legs. “Is this what you want
him to do, baby?” He put his tongue to her.

“Oh yeah.” She moved sinuously. “I want your
cock in my mouth at the same time. I want to come on his tongue
while you come down my throat.”

She rose swiftly to climax, her body
trembling. Cat loved her fantasies. She cried out, clamping her
legs over his ears as she came hard. Drew loved how hot she made
herself. He had no doubt that soon, very soon, she was going to
make the fantasy into reality.

He just hoped it wouldn’t mean the end of a
good friendship with their neighbors.

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Max Starr
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Thirty-something, down-on-her-luck accountant
Max Starr has the unfortunate gift of being psychic, a
newly-discovered wrinkle in her already messed-up life. Her
husband, Cameron, is dead, killed in a botched 7-11 robbery two
years ago. She’s cut herself off from friends, moved out of her San
Francisco home in favor of a studio apartment, and dumped her
flourishing career as a CPA to do temp work.

And now Max has developed an annoying
penchant for attracting the spirits of murdered women. Okay, they
possess her. And to exorcize them, Max must unmask their killers.
But how?! By stepping into the void their deaths created, taking
their jobs, befriending the loved ones they left behind. Max goes
wherever she has to go and does whatever she has to do, with a lot
of help from the ghost of her late husband Cameron and hunky and
very enticing Detective Witt Long.

Excerpt from
Dead to the
Max
, Book 1

Copyright 2010 Jasmine Haynes

Cover design by
Rosemary
Gunn

Prologue

She’d dressed in a long, black skirt and
white blouse, flawlessly pressed. She was perfect. The perfect
daughter, perfect wife, and perfect employee.

Tonight she longed to be the perfect lover.
They’d stolen quick, furtive moments together, but this was the
first time she would have all night with her lover. Her body
hummed, with anticipation, with guilt, with fear.

She’d parked her silver Maxima in the
farthest corner of the San Francisco International Airport
long-term lot, then caught the shuttle bus to the terminal
building. She’d done everything he asked. Except wait outside the
terminal. She wasn’t supposed to pace in front of the arrivals
monitor, trying to decide if she liked the anxiety, the
foreboding.

She slipped her wedding band and sapphire
engagement ring into the inside pocket of her leather purse. His
plane was five minutes late. Checking the arrival time for his
flight one last time, she crumpled the bit of green paper with the
flight information he’d given her, threw it on top of an already
full trash can, then walked to the lounge area to take a seat.