Three Men, One Woman, Maximum Passion
Never in her hottest dreams did Farrell McGee expect a move to
Tower Terrace to be such an erotic roller coaster ride. “Good luck getting your
key. I’m the middle house across the road should you need anything. At all,” he
said. The tone, the words, the accent on the anything. Oh god, he was one of
those men. Men who had tons of self assurance and sexual prowess and total
faith in their bedroom abilities. Those men were dangerous.
Starting over at twenty eight, Farrell McGee discovers sleepy
Tower Terrace teeming with handsome men. Well, maybe not teeming, but three
heart-stopping men do live across the road from her.
Despite feeling she’s fallen backwards into a fairytale,
complete with a big stone tower, a local legend and missing love letters, it
becomes clear that all three of her neighbours have a sensual grip on her.
She’s powerless to choose just one, and just as powerless to get them out of
her head or her bed. Deke, the devilish good boy who’s superb at being bad.
Coop, so often annoying in his gruffness, but oh so dominant where it counts.
And Stephen the pretty, sweet, slightly submissive one. Her sex life has never
been so good and her heart never so torn. She needs to choose one man, when
she’s not ready to give up any of them. But deep down she knows who she wants.
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‘It’ll be okay,’ he said,
pulling me back just enough that I brushed against him which helped me get my
bearings. He was warm against me, but I shivered.
‘Your hands are freezing. Are you claustrophobic?’
‘Not so much that,’ I whispered as if louder noise would make us
plummet to our deaths. ‘I just don’t like elevators. How long? How long will we
be here?’
‘Do you want the truth or do you want a lie?’
I sighed. ‘The truth, though the smart money is probably on the
lie.’
‘Probably half an hour to an hour. George has a good heart but
slow hands.’
‘Great.’ I moved my hands around to try and find the railing
that ran along the sides of the elevator. I didn’t think this poor man needed
to be holding me like some damsel in distress. But what my fingers brushed was
most definitely not the wall of the elevator. My hand froze.
‘Um . . .’ he said. And there was that dark and almost sinister
laughter that somehow slid up my spine and under my hair and prickled my scalp
like electricity.
‘I’m sorry,’ I whispered.
A moment ticked by and I was afraid to breathe. I felt like I
might laugh or cry or scream, or possibly all three at once.
‘But not enough to move it, eh?’ he asked, moving his body just
enough that I felt the hard push of his cock to my hand.
My face heated with a blush. I was grateful he couldn’t see.
‘Shit. First I grope you and then I . . . just keep right on groping you. I
don’t even move my hand. Have I mentioned the one thing that freaks me out is
elevators? And a dark one that is being worked on by a slow man is the worst
case scenario.’ ‘Hunh,’ he said and I could hear him smile. ‘And my hand is
still on your cock!’ I blurted, finally ripping my hand away.
‘Hey, whatever calms you down, Farrell McGee.’ I couldn’t help
but snort, but my hands were shaking and I felt a little light-headed. ‘You’re
really scared,’ he said. ‘I’m –’ ‘It’s coming off of you in waves. It’s
palpable. That’s hard to pull off. Palpable fear.’ ‘I am nothing if not
talented.’ ‘What do you do?’ ‘I’m a failed actress. You?’ ‘Failed writer. But I
am currently the butcher for our small town.’ ‘Ah, I love meat.’
Dead silence.
‘Oh my God. I swear I’m not normally this stupid.’ I put my hand
up to brush my hair out of my face, in the dark it felt like a million tiny
spiders tickling my cheeks. But I brushed over him instead – I was starting to
wonder if it really was an accident – and he took my hand and squeezed it
between his warm ones.
‘Breathe,’ he said. He put my hands flat on his chest and then
placed his over the top of mine. I stood there, trying to calm down and feeling
the steady and easy beat-beat-beat of his heart. I took a deep breath and held
it before blowing it out. The same way I did for stage fright.
‘Better?’ he asked, his face close, his breath smelling of mint.
‘Better,’ I echoed. ‘You smell good,’ he said. ‘Like peaches and . . . I can’t
quite put my finger on it.’ Deke leaned in and sniffed right at the juncture of
neck and shoulder. My skin prickled almost violently. ‘Honey?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘All I can smell is you.’ What was I
doing? My God, I had just met this man, had only seen him in the light for a
few moments and now – if my nether regions were to be believed – I wanted him.
Badly.
‘And what do I smell like?’ He put his hands on my lower back,
splaying his fingers, spreading their warmth. He pulled me just a touch closer
and though his cock wasn’t touching me, I felt – or imagined I felt – the
energy from his hard on mingling with my own lustful energy.
‘Pine and cinnamon and wood smoke. Like the outdoors. That’s
what you smell like.’ ‘Hunh. Good nose. I spent all day at a client’s fishing
cabin, dressing a deer.’ For some odd reason, I imagined a deer in a skiing
ensemble and snorted. But even as the laughter burst out of me, I pushed my
pelvis to his. Brazen, but it was what I felt the urge to do. So I did it. New
life. New way of doing things.
‘Dressing?’ I rotated my hips just a bit and his fingers brushed
over my skin sliding lower to slip beneath the waistband of my jeans. ‘It means
butchering. But don’t worry,’ he said, when I went a bit stiff. ‘I cleaned up
real good and even had some coffee by the fire before I left.’
His mouth came down on mine then and I figured, fuck it. I was
scared and horny and he was handsome and Satan-ish and felt damn good pressed
against me. I let his tongue bully mine before I put my hands in that dark
mussed hair I remembered and hauled him to me. Deeper went the kiss and when he
bumped his erection against me so I could feel how turned on he was, I nipped
his lip. ‘Damn,’ he said. ‘Welcome to town.’
‘Shh. Kiss me,’ I said, rubbing my hand over his cock, squeezing
his length through his jeans until he groaned. ‘I need to be distracted.’
‘I can do that,’ he said against my lips. Then he was turning
me. A flipping, flying, falling sensation because of the darkness. My back
ended up pressed to the wall of the elevator, my ass riding that metal bar I’d
been searching out. ‘Touch me,’ I begged. I wasn’t sure where this new ‘me’ was
coming from, but it was fine. She was okay by me.
‘I can do that,’ he echoed and his warm fingers ran down my
belly, making me tremble. His hand slipped below my jeans before plunging into
my panties. Deke’s hot fingers found my clit and he pressed so that all my
breath slipped out of me. Warm wet circles brought me close to an orgasm right
off the bat. He was good. I arched against him and kissed him again, finding
his face – a bit rough with stubble – with my hands. I sighed again, arching up
to meet his touch and he lazily slipped a thick finger into my cunt.
‘You’re so fucking wet, Ms McGee,’ Deke said against my throat.
His teeth grazed my pulse point and he gently sucked that fragile skin until an
echoing tug sounded in my cunt. My body tightened around his finger and this
time we both groaned. [To be continued]
Bio:
Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top
storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison
Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and “Erotica
royalty…” (Lucy Felthouse).
Her erotic novels include Boys Next Door, Restless Spirit, Big
Bad, Wanderlust and Learning to Drown. Sommer currently writes erotica and
erotic romance for HarperCollins (Mischief Books), Xcite Books, eXcessica,
Ellora’s Cave, Pretty Things Press, and Resplendence Publishing. The
wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs
the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.
Sommer’s short works can be found in
well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have
also been included numerous adult and romance magazines–both in print and
online. Visit sommermarsden.blogspot.com to
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