Their Virgin Concubine, Masters of Ménage, Book 3 (34 page)

“Give it to us,” he ordered. “Don’t hold back. We want to make you scream.”

“I’m so close.” Rafe picked up the pace. “She feels so good. I can’t wait much longer. Come with me, Piper.”

“Come with us,” Tal said, grinding into her. “Oh, love, you can’t imagine how good you feel.”

She couldn’t, but she knew how amazing they felt. Kade pinched down hard on her nipples, and Piper couldn’t wait another moment. The orgasm swallowed her, firing up her every nerve, and she rocked back and forth, milking every second of pleasure.

She felt the hot wash of Rafe’s come coat her as he gave in. He shouted out her name as he bucked up.

Tal groaned behind her as he let go, his semen pouring from him and into her.

They filled her up. And then fell on her in a delightful heap.

Piper let a delicious languor invade her bones as she sank into the bed, arms and legs tangling together.

“I love you, my wife.” Tal nestled close.

She reached out to all of them, caressing them each in turn. “I love you, my husbands.”

They had shown her a new world, and she would give it back to them.

A new home, a new family, for them all.

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Read on for excerpts from Shayla Black, Lexi Blake, and Eliza Gayle.

Coming May 7, 2013 from Shayla Black.

Ours To Love
, A Wicked Lovers Novel

Between two brothers...

Xander Santiago spent years living it up as a billionaire playboy. Never given a chance to lead his family business in the boardroom, he became a Master in the bedroom instead. His older brother inherited the company and worked tirelessly to make it an empire. But while the cutthroat corporate espionage took its toll on Javier, nothing was as devastating as the seemingly senseless murder of his wife. It propelled him into a year of punishing rage and guilt…until Xander came to his rescue.

Comes an irresistible woman ...

Eager to rejuvenate Javier’s life, Xander shanghais him to Louisiana where they meet the beautiful London McLane. After surviving a decade of tragedy and struggle, London is determined to make a fresh start—and these sexy billionaire brothers are more than willing to help. In every way. And London is stunned to find herself open to every heated suggestion...and desperately hoping that her love will heal them.

And inescapable danger ...

But a killer with a hidden motive is watching, on a single-minded mission to destroy everything the Santiago brothers hold dear, especially London. And as fear and desire collide, every passionate beat of her heart could be her last.

Her Fantasy Men
by Shayla Black

Available now in FourPlay Anthology

Available as an eBook on October 23, 2012

Kelsey Rena is an enigma. She’s a girly-girl who’s wild for football, craves action movies, and loves knocking back a cold beer with her three best friends–all male. She’s a puzzle, too, when it comes to sex. Here are three hot guys always ready and within reach and she’s never seemed interested. So who is the lucky mystery man satisfying the girl of their secret dreams? The three pals plan to find out. And when they do, they’ll see a side of Kelsey they’ve only dared to fantasize about.

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With a shake of his head, Rhys slipped into Kelsey’s private domain and spied her little red bikini on the pale carpet. His cock hardened in a painful rush. She’d looked fabulous in it, laughing, playing hostess, so natural and unaware of how gorgeous she looked with dancing dark eyes and her riot of brownish-red curls. He knew she looked even better without the bikini.

“No, sir. Really, I’m tipsy. And tired. I promise I’ll be in early.”

Damn it, Jeremy hadn’t been able to get her out of the house. So now his time was
really
limited. Rhys forced himself to focus.

He looked across her dresser, scattered with car keys, jewelry, and other knickknacks. Nothing that stood out. Her rumpled bed was unmade, her tiny nightstand covered by a little lamp, a candle, and what looked like a fairly racy romance. Did that cover have a woman with more than one guy on the front?

As he reached for it, he heard Kelsey say, “Yes, I know you’ll reprimand me, sir. Whatever you feel is necessary, I understand.” She paused. “Good night.”

Then she slammed the phone in its cradle and began stomping down the hall, her footsteps echoing across the hardwood floors.

Hide
!
He hustled into the shadowed confines of her walk-in closet and scrambled behind her dresses along the back wall, praying she wouldn’t find him before he could get out. Otherwise, he’d have to have a good explanation for being here. Which he didn’t. And there would be hell to pay.

Kelsey entered her bedroom with a shaky sigh and darted straight for her nightstand. Through the crack in the door, he could see her wrench open a drawer. She withdrew a pair of rumpled paper bags and tore into them. As she extracted the items, Rhys clenched his fists to hold in his groan.

Her battery-operated rabbit and a slender, curved vibrator.

She was going to masturbate.
Fuck
!

Plopping her items on the bed, Kelsey tore off her cover-up, put her iPod buds in her ears, switched the MP3 player on, then lay down. Her skin looked so flawless and fair against the dark sheets. Her breathing picked up, lifting her chest with each inhalation, her hard nipples stabbing the air. Rhys got hard all over again. Yes, he loved watching her through her window, but to be mere feet away from her? Surely, he’d spontaneously combust.

Before moving next door to Kelsey, he’d preferred tall, skinny girls with straight hair and sun-kissed skin. One look at Kelsey and he’d barely looked at another woman. When he’d met her, heard her laugh, experienced her warmth, he’d been a goner.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. Time to call the others for a backup plan. It went against his grain to let the others in on her private moments, many of which he’d watched from his bedroom window, dick in hand . . . but he might not get out of Kelsey’s house undetected without their help. Damn it.

He hit Tucker’s speed dial. Not a second later, her friend picked up. “What did you find?”

“Hang on a second,” he whispered, not knowing how loud her iPod might be.

Then he flipped over and dialed Jeremy, who answered immediately. “Well?”

Rhys conferenced the men in together. “I didn’t find anything helpful, and now, she’s masturbating. I’m hiding in her closet, trying to figure out how in the hell I’m going to get out without getting caught. Ideas?”

“Masturbating?” Tucker choked.

“Yeah. She’s naked on the bed with her sex toys. And she looks flaming hot.”

“Goddammit,” Jeremy growled. “Don’t look at her.”

“Bite me,” Rhys tossed back. “She’s ten feet in front of me. Of course I’m going to look.”

“Would she hear the phone ring?” Kelsey’s boss snapped. “If I can get your eyes off her by calling again—”

“She wouldn’t hear it. She’s listening to her iPod. But I can’t walk past her; she might see me.”

Moonlight and the nearby streetlamp filtered light through the slats in the blinds. Rhys watched Kelsey preparing to get down to business. He had to restrain a groan at the sight.

“Oh, hell! She’s cupping her breasts.”
Her voluptuous, full, mouthwatering breasts.
“And she’s pinching her nipples. Damn . . .”

Jeremy groused out a curse. “If you’re going to watch this, you’re going to share details. Every one of them.”

The tone set Rhys on edge. “Fuck off.”

“I helped you get into her house with a phone call and a plan,” Jeremy argued. “Tucker lent you his key. If such a gorgeous sight is going to fall into your lap, you’re going to share with us. Or we won’t help you with an exit strategy.”

As if he hadn’t proven it time and again, Jeremy displayed once more why he was one of the most sought-after attorneys in Texas. The man could flat argue with anyone and win.

“Fine.” Rhys ground out between clenched teeth. “She’s scraping her nipples with her fingernails.”

Rhys could feel their excitement over the phone. He felt the same keen sense of arousal . . . which only multiplied when Kelsey slid a hand across the flat of her abdomen, caressing down to the inside of her thigh. Her legs parted. He swallowed.

“Touch me . . .” she murmured. “Yes.”

She dipped her fingers inside her pussy, and Rhys nearly lost his mind.

Tucker choked. “D-did she just beg someone to touch her?”

Fucking hell
. . . “Yeah.”

“Any idea who she wants doing the touching?”

“Where is she imagining someone touching her?” Jeremy barked.

Before he could answer, Kelsey lifted her fingers from between her legs, and Rhys got a good glimpse. “Fuck, she’s wet.”

“You see her pussy?” Jeremy demanded.

“That’s a terrible word,” Tucker chastised.

Jeremy scoffed. “You like cunt better?”

Rhys ignored them. “It’s her fingers. They’re wet.”

Tucker swallowed. “She really touched herself?”

“Dude, she does it all the time.” Rhys rolled his eyes.

Her friend let out a shaky breath. “I think I’m going to explode.”

Easy to relate to that feeling, especially when Kelsey began a slow, rhythmic rubbing of her clit.

“Please . . . ” She groaned. “Like that. Oh, yes . . .” Her hips lifted. “I want it . . .”

“Damn it,” Jeremy snarled. “I’ll give it to her. Relentlessly. Until she begs me to stop. When she does, I’ll just give her more.”

Not if Rhys had anything to say about it. That would be
his
privilege.

“But I can’t,” she whimpered. “Too much . . .”

Damn it, who did she picture sharing her pleasure with? What the hell did her imaginary lover do? Say?

A moment later, she grabbed the slender wand, flipped it on, and eased it inside her. Her back bowed off the bed as it disappeared inside her body.

“Oh my God . . .” she cried.

“What?” Tucker and Jeremy both snapped.

“She’s using her vibrator.”

Kelsey punctuated Rhys’s announcement with a cry of pleasure. It filled the room, heating his blood. On the phone, Tucker groaned. Jeremy’s silence had its own sound of careful restraint. He hoped neither of them had taken their cocks in hand. The last thing he wanted was to hear some other guy get off to Kelsey’s cries of pleasure.

Though he had to admit, he was tempted to stroke himself in time to her moans.

With one hand, she thrust the slim wand in and out of her hungry body, the sounds of her juicy flesh pushing the edge of his restraint. Finally having a soundtrack to this visual was killing him.

With the other hand, she groped for her rabbit. She found the base first, flipped it on, then clutched the buzzing purple toy and dragged it between her legs, settling it right over her clit.

“Yes! God, yes! I need it! That’s so good . . .”

“I can’t listen to this and do nothing. I’m coming over there,” Jeremy growled.

Everything inside Rhys protested. “Stay where you are, damn it. You’re going to help me get out of here when she’s done, but this isn’t a party.”

She gasped. “Please. Oh God . . .”

“I can’t take it,” Tucker muttered. “What is she doing?”

Flushing. Arching her back. Biting her lip. Clutching her toys. Moaning. And . . .

“Coming.”

“I love you . . . you . . . you…” Kelsey panted.

Then she rent the air with a sharp, high-pitched cry that went on, became a low growl of satisfaction that nearly had Rhys climaxing in his jeans.

“I’m going to paddle that woman’s ass for this torture as soon as I get my hands on her,” Jeremy promised.

“You can’t hit a woman!” Tucker protested.

Before Rhys could say that he wouldn’t mind seeing Kelsey with a pink bottom, her boss answered. “How likely are you to forget the sound of her orgasm? Ever? How many times will you play it in your head the next few days? Weeks? Months? How many times will you masturbate to it and wish to God you were hearing it in person because you’d given her that much pleasure? How many times after your self-induced orgasm will you be bitterly disappointed that you were only torturing yourself with the sound because you don’t know who the fuck she’s fantasizing about when she brings herself to climax?”

Coming Fall 2012 from Lexi Blake.

A Dom Is Forever
, Masters and Mercenaries Book 3