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WINNER – 2009 BetterSex.com Erotic Fiction Contest ebook – May 2011 ISBN (ePub) 9780983471110 |
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 This excerpt is intended for readers over 18. |
Still kissing me, Adam moved to the side. I felt the pressure of his massaging fingers change and I moaned again, glad we’d remained outside, ready to give myself up to whatever he wanted—if he’d only satisfy the ache he’d been building since yesterday. All week, if I counted the unexpected gifts and sexy little notes he’d placed strategically throughout the house, priming me for “The Best Valentine’s Day Weekend” ever.
Fingers against my cheek, he kissed me deep, sucking on my tongue before finally releasing my mouth to stare into my eyes. He cleared his throat. “Kelli. I have a surprise for you. Something that, uh…” Was he blushing? Adam—blushing?
The fingers between my legs flexed. A deep groan rumbled and I squealed. Squeaked! Screamed as I saw both Adam’s hands scrub at his jaw. With a startled yelp, I scrambled to flip over and found myself staring into the smiling eyes of our closest friend. “Rick!” Rick? “What are you— Eeeeeeiiiiii! My robe!”
I’d had a hard enough time letting Adam see me naked this morning, I couldn’t imagine strutting around nude for anyone else. Especially not Rick—the only man besides my husband I’ve ever even remotely considered in a sexual way.
As I lunged for the heart-covered pink and red terrycloth (one of this week’s gifts), both men grappled on either side of me and caught an arm, pushing me back down until I lay on the lounge chair, blinking up at them.
Leaving me heaving with embarrassment (or was that excitement?), straining with shame (or simply confusion?). Whatever mixed-up emotions were swirling through me, they paled in comparison to the sun-bright vision my eyes slowly grew accustomed to, leaving me staring at the sexiest, most horny-inducingest sight on the planet: Adam—dark-haired, lightly furred, muscular Adam and bare-chested, sandy-haired Rick, that patented devil-may-care glint sparking in his eyes.
The dork was wearing his straw cowboy hat, a Speedo and nothing else.
It was the first time since his ex-wife left him for the lure of Nashville and his marriage went south I’d seen that ol’ relaxed, dimpled grin on his features.
“No robe, sweetheart,” Adam said, drawing my attention. “Rick’s here at my request and trust me, clothes do not enter into the equation.”
“Sure don’t,” Rick chimed in, leaning over until he blocked out the sun and hovered directly above my face. He winked. “Got a duty to perform.”
“Duty?” I repeated. At the word, the boiling desire heating my insides cooled a fraction. I avoided looking at my naked self in the mirror these days; how could the thought of my two best friends from college seeing me this way turn me on so much? Impossible!
Though there was no denying I was already so very excited, and at the thought of Rick joining us? Oh God.
But what did he mean by duty?
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