Cuckold Beach, Book Two
Matthew is a desperate man. Married to a gorgeous raven-haired beauty but unable to satisfy her demanding sexual needs, he thinks it’s only a matter of time before she strays. If he knew how intensely Tara loves him, he might not have delivered her into the arms of his best friend, Dan.
Tara quickly learns that some devoted husbands are dedicated to satisfying their wives’ deepest desires. They’ll do whatever it takes to bring intimacy and ecstasy to the women they love. Even if that means giving their wives to other men…while they watch.
Dan has done a good job keeping his wild past a secret. Dungeons, whips and exotic tools, those are things he thinks he’s left behind. But when given a chance to put his talents to use, he realizes that knowing how to unleash a woman’s wicked side has some important advantages.
An Excerpt From: WICKED PINK
“I’d like to see you hit the bag.”
Her request hung in the air, a challenge. But damn if he understood what it was about.
“Now.” She took a step forward and looked him up and down, this time more slowly, with more weight in her stare. “If you don’t mind.”
Striding toward the darkest corner of the barn, Dan unbuttoned his shirt and tugged out the tails. She followed him again, the sound of her feet louder this time. Or was it that he was more aware of her?
Judging by the thud in his chest and that he could smell her, it was the later. Every nerve in his body was firing, snapping with an awareness of her and what he’d been tasked to do. He reached the corner and shed his dress shirt and then the white undershirt.
Tara picked the gloves up off the bale of hay where they’d been resting and held them out. He took them, slipped them on and smacked his fists together. She sat. He moved to the bag.
The first swing of his right hit the edge and the chain whined as the bag swung to the side. He hooked with the left, sending it twirling in the opposite direction. Several punches in, he found his rhythm and the thump of the bag and the moan of the chain soothed him as much as the physical release. He circled the bag, working his way around to the backside so that he could watch Tara watch him.
After he’d gone through the initial burst, he slowed his pace but continued slamming the bag. Punch after punch, step after step, he kept at it long enough for his skin to become coated with a sheen of sweat and to feel pressure in his lungs.
He only paused when Tara got up and came to him. “You know I love him,” she said, placing the fingertips of one hand on his chest and then running her hand down across his abdomen.
Dan dropped his hands, the gloves suddenly feeling tight and heavy as he watched her caress him. “I know.”
She took a step closer and reached up to touch his shoulder. “I’ve never seen him like this.” She put her other palm on his other shoulder and then ran both hands down his arms. A few drops of sweat hit the dirt when she wrapped her fingers around his wrists. Strands of hair fell across her face when she looked down. “I don’t know what to do. I tried…”
Dan let out a long breath. “He wants you to stop trying.”
“He asked me to come here, tonight with you. So here I am. This is trying, isn’t it? Trying something else?”
It was. But what exactly were they trying to do? Was Dan a placeholder for Matthew? A distraction for Tara? “He told me the rules,” he said. “You come to me but he doesn’t get to ask you any questions about what we do.”
She shrugged and lifted her face, the movement a combination of noncommittal and come-hither.
“That’s right. What happens with Dan stays with Dan.”
He grabbed her waist, held her as well as he could with the gloves still on and lightly kissed her neck, making a trail down to her shoulder. Her entire body seemed to vibrate with sexual energy. The muscles beneath her skin quivered each time his lips touched her. “You think he’ll be able to stick to that?”
“His rules. His decision.”
Dan reeled from the reality of it all.
What the hell was wrong with Matthew? He spent night after night with this gorgeous, fuckable woman—and nothing? If he could see Tara and him now, Dan was pretty sure Matthew, a man he’d risked his life for, would try to tear off his head.
Tara swayed toward him, the tips of her breasts brushing his chest.