Cuckold Beach #2: Wicked Pink out now from Ellora's Cave
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.
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