When You Were Mine by Michelle Roth

Blurb:

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, spanking, HEA]

When Cora Blanchard said goodbye to Jamie Connolly seven years ago, she knew she'd have to see him again eventually. What she doesn't expect is for all of the old feelings she thought she had let go to come rushing back to the surface. It was as if nothing had changed. Fresh out of a highly publicized train wreck of a relationship, Cora is afraid to trust in those feelings or in herself. She tries to remain friends with him, but she's just fooling herself. There's no way she can be with him and not want more.

The moment that Jamie sees her, he realizes that seven years of silence and two thousand miles haven't changed his feelings. The only thing that has changed is Cora. He sees a sadness in her eyes that was never there before. Just as Jamie is starting to earn her love and her trust, someone threatens to tear them apart forever.


General Story Excerpt:

He gathered the paint cans and supplies, then moved toward the entrance. As he walked through the main lobby he thought about how he was going to tell Cora. Even more, he thought about the conversation he was going to have with Patty.

He hit the button and waited. When the elevator doors slid open, he was facing one highly surprised Cora. Shit, he thought. This had not gone according to plan.

“Jamie?”

He winced, felt the flush creep up his neck and then said, “So you're never going to believe this incredibly awkward coincidence.”

A cautious look in her eye, she stepped out of the elevator, took in his painting supplies and said, “Try me.”

“Patty. She rented me a vacant office on the second floor. I didn't realize you were here until I called Evan to ask about painting. This isn't nearly as stalker-ish as it seems. I swear to god.”

Cora considered him for a moment and then said, “It's entirely plausible.”

Jamie made a move to lift a hand, paint can and all, and said, “Scouts honor. My decision to rent an office here has nothing to do with you. I was going to drop these off and then text you to warn you. When I talked to Evan about painting, he figured it out. I love 'em, but my family can sometimes be a real pain in the ass.”

“Agreed,” she responded. “But...you weren't a boy scout, were you?”

“Nope. I still had no idea, though. I'm sorry.”

“This has Patty written all over it, Jamie. It's fine,” Cora said, letting him off the hook.

He gave a small sigh of relief, then asked, “Wanna come take a look? Keep in mind, I'm doing some redecorating.”

Cora looked down at her watch and said, “Sure. Let me go drop off this package and I'll be right back.”

Jamie leaned against the bank of elevators, paint bucket and supplies in hand, as he waited for Cora to finish in the mailroom. He shook his head again, still unable to believe Patty. He really couldn't wait to have a conversation with her. At least Cora hadn't freaked out on him.

When he saw her approaching, he pressed the button for the elevator again. After she stepped inside, he moved into the space with her.

As he hit the second floor, she said, “Oh! I bet you're in the office where the holistic doctor was.”

“Yeah, the landlord said it was a doctor's office that left,” Jamie said, a smile pulling at his lips.

He walked down the hallway, and stopped in front of his new office. He set the paint bucket down and dug for his keys. When he unlocked the door, a waft of stale incense and pot met them.

Cora did a slow turn as they stepped inside, then she wrinkled her nose and said, “Seems like maybe they were more into herbal healing. Unless you've picked up a new hobby that I don't know about?”

She turned to face him, her laughter echoing in the empty space around them. In that moment, her hair draped over her shoulder, eyes shining, all traces of sadness were gone. She was absolutely stunning.

He itched to pull her to him, bury his hands in her hair, and press his mouth against hers. He suspected that wouldn't go over well, so instead, he buried his hands in his pocket and grinned.

After a pause, he said, “That hasn't been my thing since college. Nothing to disclose, Dr. Blanchard. What about you?”

“Never tried it. Apparently all I needed to do was come down the hall,” she said with a snort as she wandered into the conference room.

“Yeah. The landlord is tearing out the carpet over the weekend and putting in hardwood. That'll probably get rid of the smell. Plus, I'm going to air it out in here when I paint,” he said.

“Oh, don't tell me you're replacing this beautiful green paint,” Cora said, a smirk pulling at her lips.

His face deadpan, he said, “Don't worry. Just retouching it.”

Her eyes widened as she said, “Please tell me you're kidding.”

“Completely kidding,” he said with a grin. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed the paint sample out, holding it up for her inspection.

Cora visibly relaxed and said, “Warm beige. I can see that. And you said you found cherrywood furniture?”

“I may go with something lighter. I haven't entirely decided.”

“Hardwood? Nice. By the way, in light of recent events, did you just want to order in lunch tomorrow? That way you can get started early tomorrow.”

“Would you mind?” he asked. Cora had always been thoughtful. It was one of the things that he had liked so much about her. She thought about other people in a way that most people didn't.

“It was my idea, Jamie,” she said, drily. “I remember how exciting putting together my office was.”

 “What time did you want to plan for? I'll call in the order.”

He watched her glance down at her watch, saw her eyes widen and heard her mutter, “Crap, crap, crap. I'm gonna be late. I'll check my schedule and text you later. Congrats on the new office!”

Before he could speak, she gave him a quick hug and scurried out of the office past him.

“Bye,” he said to her retreating figure.


Adult Only Excerpt:

One cup of coffee later, she rolled out her yoga mat in her living room. As she slid effortlessly from pose to pose, she could feel the stress leaving her body. She continued working through her routine until she felt completely loose. When she finally opened her eyes, she jumped a little in surprise. Jamie stood there, coffee cup in hand, wearing nothing but boxers and a smile.

Putting a hand over her heart, she said, “I didn't realize you were there. You scared me.”

Jamie set the cup of coffee he held onto the dining room table and said, “Tell me you're done with that.”

“I'm done with that,” Cora said, wiping a towel over her brow and wresting the ponytail holder out of her hair. As she shook her hair free, she let out a sigh of relief.

“That was,” Jamie said as he walked toward her, “twenty minutes of pure torture, watching that, baby. I had no idea you were that flexible.”

Jamie stood in front of her now, so close that her breasts brushed against his chest. She said, “I didn't even realize you were watching.”

His hand moved up to slide the strap of her tank top off her shoulder. As he lowered his mouth to her skin, he said, “I couldn't help it. That was so fucking sexy.”

Cora tilted her head to the side as his teeth grazed her shoulder. Goose bumps raised on her arms when he cupped her breast through the cotton tank and began to rub his thumb lightly over her nipple. The light touches of his fingers and the barest hint of teeth were driving her absolutely crazy.

“Jamie,” she moaned, when she felt the nip of his teeth against her neck.

He lifted his mouth from her shoulder and tugged her tank top over her head without ceremony. When the cool air swept over her, a fresh wave of goose bumps rose on her skin. She took a final step forward, so that they were pressed together, and pulled his mouth down to hers.

As one kiss melded into another, she let her hands roam the muscles of his back and chest, her nails dragging across his skin. When she finally slipped the waistband of his boxers down and began to stroke him, he said, “Fuck, I love the feel of your hands on my cock.”

Cora slowed the speed of her hand and began to kiss her way down his chest, stopping along the way to run her lips and tongue along the ridges of his stomach. As she settled on to her knees, she asked, “But what about the feel of my mouth on your cock?”

She continued to stroke with one hand as she leaned in to swirl her tongue around the tip of his erection. Licking along the length of it, she flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot just below the head, before she took him fully into her mouth.

One of the hands that had been hanging loosely at his side immediately slid into her hair, gripping it tightly. Cora whimpered around his cock as she felt a flood of arousal between her thighs. She hadn't thought she'd enjoy the slight edge of pain, but the fact that she was dripping with arousal, said otherwise.

Jamie began to rock his hips, thrusting into her mouth. When his hand tightened in her hair, she moaned around him and pressed her thighs together, hoping to alleviate some the throbbing ache.

When she shifted again, and whimpered around his thick cock, Jamie asked, “Is sucking my cock turning you on, Cora? Why don't you play with that pretty pussy for me? Slide those shorts down if you can.”

Cora only hesitated a moment before she moved her hands to slide her shorts down. Once they were at her knees, she wiggled slightly so she wasn't trapped in them.

“That's it,” Jamie groaned. “Spread your thighs, sweetheart. I want to see. Show me how wet you are.”

Needy, Cora dipped her hand between her thighs and held it up. It glistened with her cream.

“Fuck, baby. You're soaked. Rub your clit for me. I wanna see you fall apart.”

Cora moved one hand back up to stroke along his length and slid the other between her thighs. Pressing two fingers inside her aching cunt, she began to rock against her hand as he fucked her mouth. She ground herself against her palm, desperate for any sort of friction on her aching clit.

She wanted to see him lose control. She wanted him feeling as wild and needy as she was. Cora knew just how to make that happen. Moving her hand from around his length, she relaxed her jaw, taking him even deeper into her mouth.

When he nudged the back of her throat, Jamie ground out, “Sweet fucking christ. Just like that.”

As the beginnings of release started, she whimpered around his cock. She shifted her hand and now rubbed tight circles around her throbbing clit. The ache only intensified.

Almost lightheaded, she reached underneath, lightly massaging his balls. When he gritted out, “Oh, fuck. Like that,” and gave her hair another rough tug, she cried out around his cock, release barreling through her like a freight train.

Seconds later he said, “Oh christ, baby. I'm gonna come,” as he erupted in her mouth.

Cora felt the hot liquid hit the back of her throat and continued to swallow until the grip on her hair had loosened slightly. Her body throbbed with release in time with his, but it wasn't nearly enough. Something about this man made her all but insatiable.

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Bio

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth



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Stirring Up Dirty by Kacey Hammell

Shaken and Stirred with a splash of dirty.

Blurb:

Candy Wilson arrives in St. Albert with one mission—to sign the next young, hot model to her modeling agency. She has no time for distractions and isn’t prepared for bartender Eric McKenna—the brother of her young client-to-be, Melissa. Eric challenges her on all counts, irritates her daily, and heats her body to boiling temperatures with just one touch. He’s hard to ignore and impossible to resist.

Eric McKenna will be damned if his baby sister signs any contracts with Candy Wilson. No way in hell will he allow anyone to whisk Melissa off to a foreign country and lead her on a path that’s not right for her. And yet Candy pushes him further than he’s ever been before and drives him crazy. Eric can’t control his need for her or the desire to engage with her … on so many levels.

Excerpt

Eric’s breath rushed from his lungs as Candy propelled off the sofa and straddled him in one svelte move.
He couldn’t resist the need coursing through him. Seeing her in his home today, a light blue sundress flowing seductively over her body whenever she’d moved, he was helpless to fight it.

Sliding his palms over her back, he groaned when her moist center came in contact with his hard-on. He ached. His buddy wanted escape from his pants. Needed to find the sweet heat that would make him happiest.

Her mouth latched on to his as she quickly undid his pants and lowered the zipper, freeing him. She nibbled his bottom lip with her teeth, then sucked it between her lips before her tongue plundered.

He’d never known anyone like her. Cool and collected one moment, and hotter than a crisp day in August the next. Their tongues played, tasting one another. He drifted his hands over her back, drawing her in closer, his dick rigid against her center heat.

Coming up for air, she shoved her fingers through his hair and grinned at him. Her eyes shone bright with desire and exhilaration. Her cheeks red, her breathing deep, she already had that sexy messed up look like she’d been ridden hard and completely satisfied.

And he’d make sure she left here today feeling both.

Clasping her hips, he shoved her down harder on his lap, her already wet cunt gliding along his shaft.  Her heat nearly scalding him, he laid his head back against the couch, watching her as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to pleasure.

Their heavy breathing filled the living room as he rolled her hips back and forth. Christ, she was spectacular. Her long hair swiped over her shoulder, mouth agape, cheeks flushed… She was primed and ready. All he’d need to do was shift her panties to the side and sink deep inside. He groaned.

Her eyelids lifted, the desire in her gaze nearly stealing his breath.

“You feel so good against me, babe,” he mumbled, prompting her hips to move faster.

She held on to his shoulders, her fingers digging in. “Eric,” she moaned, breathless.

His heart rate picked up, and he absorbed the joy of his name on her lips. He wanted to hear more of that. Every day. As much as possible.

What the hell are you thinking? There was no turning back. Not right now. Not when she was sliding against him, her pussy hot, and driving him to near insanity. How he was to keep a coherent thought in his head, he had no idea.

But one zipped through his mind, nearly stopping his heart.

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The Best Parts by Stormy Glenn

Blurb

Recovering from a car accident in the sleepy little town of Cade Creek should have been a dream come true, but for Noah Helmond, it has been nothing but a nightmare. Ostracized by everyone for things he couldn’t prevent, Noah is trying his level best to make amends. But even he has his limits and when the man he starts to fall for rips the truth out of him, Noah has to decide if it’s worth the risk to stay and fight for what they could have together or run.

Paul Rafferty loves being a fire fighter. It fulfills his need to protect those that can’t protect themselves. When he meets Noah and learns who the man is, he’s prepared to think the worst. But there’s something compelling in Noah’s sad eyes that make Raff think that there is more to the story than what he has been told. Getting Noah to admit that might be the hardest battle he’s ever fought.

When trouble comes looking for Noah, asking for help means revealing secrets Noah has kept hidden for years, ones that will not only tear his family apart but have a significant impact on more than one resident in Cade Creek, and that may be asking too much.


Excerpt

Paul Rafferty stood by the door and watched the sandy blond haired man that sat in the corner talking softly on the phone. He was trying to be professional and not drool, but damn, the guy was simply gorgeous. Raff could eat him up.

The furtive glances the man kept sending him made Raff wonder if the man might be interested in more than a simple hello. He quickly looked at the man’s ring finger. No ring. Hopefully, that meant no significant other as well.

Raff didn’t do married man.

He watched the man hang up the phone and hand it back to Elijah. The two men talked for a moment before Elijah went running out the door. As close as he knew Elijah was to his secretary, Raff had no doubt the man was on his way up to the hospital.

When the man stood and grabbed his backpack off the floor, Raff knew he couldn’t let him get away without at least introducing himself. If he was lucky, maybe he could make a date to meet the man for coffee later.
Raff glanced around to make sure none of his fellow firemen were watching before approaching the gorgeous man. He wasn’t ashamed of his desire to meet the stranger but he was technically on the clock. Flirting while on duty was a big no-no.

“You did good.”

The man’s jaw dropped for the briefest moment as he looked up, and then snapped shut. His eyes rounded as if he hadn’t expected anyone to talk to him. “Thank you,” he said in a rather subdued voice. “I didn’t do all that much.”

“You probably saved her life.” Raff grew curious when he heard the man’s soft inhale when Raff smiled.
“Where did you learn CPR?”

Raff found himself riddled with curiosity when the man’s face paled. What was that all about? “Are you okay?”

Maybe he was suffering from an adrenaline crash?

“Here, why don’t you sit down?” Before he fell down, because he looked like he was on the verge of collapsing. Raff started to reach out and take the man’s arm to lead him to a chair when he caught a flash of white and red. “You’re bleeding.”

“Oh this?” The man held up his hand, staring at it as if bleeding was an everyday occurrence for him. “I was in a car crash a couple of weeks ago. I must have busted the stitches open when I was giving Sandy CPR. It’s nothing.”

“Here, why don’t you sit down and let me take a look at that.”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Sit,” Raff said in a stern tone.

Surprisingly, the man sat.

Raff grabbed the medical case and brought it over, setting it on the floor before reaching for the man’s injured hand. “Tell me if this hurts,” he said as he began unwrapping the bandage wrapped around the man’s hand. “I’m Raff.”

“Noah.”

Raff grinned again. “Hello, Noah. It’s nice to meet you.”

The man blinked up at him. “Hello.”

He grimaced as he finished unwrapping the man’s injured hand. Noah’s fingers curled in toward his palm. From the way they were twisted, Raff wondered just how much use the man had in them. It didn’t look like much. There were also several small cuts sutured together, some of them bleeding. Raff cleaned them up and the covered the bleeding ones with butterfly bandages before re-wrapping the entire hand again.

“Are you new to Cade Creek?” As much as Raff wanted to keep Noah distracted with the random questions, he also wanted information. Like, did the man even like guys? From the way he stared and the occasional flaring of his nostrils, Raff was pretty sure he was on the right track.

“Um, sort of. I’m just here taking a care of some business.” Noah breathed in deeply and then kind of folded in on himself as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “I’m not staying.”

Damn.

“That’s too bad. I was kind of hoping we could have coffee.”

Noah’s jaw dropped.

“Is that so strange?” Raff asked. “You are a very attractive man.”

“Do you know who I am?” The words were almost hissed out, the man’s blue eyes watering.

“You said your name is Noah.” Raff wouldn’t have forgotten that.

Noah stood, grabbing his backpack again before backing toward the door. Raff could tell he was going to run. Whatever was bringing tears to the man’s eyes must be so big that it was overwhelming everything else. Noah looked like he was about to collapse under his anguish.

“My name is Noah,” he whispered. “Noah Helmond.”

With that one name, Raff understood why the man had been so shocked by Raff’s interest. Jack and Hank were both enraged with Noah. They scowled every time they saw him or heard his name.

“And now you know,” Noah whispered with such rough acceptance of being the object of hatred that Raff ached for the man.

And then he was gone.



ADULT EXCERPT

“You have beautiful eyes.”

Noah was envious of the easy smile that spread across Raff’s mouth at his words. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled or even felt the urge to smile. Happiness was something he had long ago given up. Maintaining his sanity was all he had left.

Raff’s hand moved to cuddle the side of Noah’s face, the touch gentle yet firm. “I’m kind of partial to blue eyes.”

Noah’s breath hitched as his throat grew thick. “Yeah?” His gaze dropped to Raff’s luscious lips. God, the things he wanted to do to those lips. Hell, the things he wanted those lips to do to him. He could build entire fantasies around them.

“You’re all wet.”

“Yeah.”

The amusement in Raff’s voice was laced with something else, something hot and needy and lust filled. Something that made Noah’s balls clench.

“We should probably get you out of these wet clothes.”

Noah just nodded. He was pretty much beyond speech at that point. Raff was staring down at him with such intensity, almost as if Noah was the most important person in the universe. No one had ever looked at him like that. No one had ever thought of him like that.

Seeing what he hoped was lust in Raff’s eyes, Noah prayed with everything in him and whispered, “Maybe you could help me with that?”

He would totally understand if Raff rejected his advances. What man in his right mind would get hooked up with someone as messed up as he was? Not only did he had a wife, a set of parents that doubled as Satan’s minions, and a woman out there carrying his child, but he couldn’t walk ten feet in Cade Creek without getting an angry glare.

He was the worst prospect in the history of prospects.

Raff really should run.

When Raff began to lift the hem of Noah’s shirt, Noah froze for a second. A quick glance around showed that no one could really see them. They were high enough above the town and far enough off the beaten path to be hidden, especially this early in the morning, and during the rain.

Noah raised his arms and allowed his shirt to be pulled up and off. Noah’s fingers tingled as he settled them on the tight muscles of Raff’s chest. Had there ever been a more perfect specimen of manhood ever built? Raff was the stuff dreams were made of.

Raff’s dark eyes grew steamy as he reached for the hem of Noah’s pajama bottoms, pushing them down Noah’s legs. Noah’s chest felt heavy as he stepped out of the soggy material and finally stood before Raff with no way to hide anything. He felt like he was baring his soul, not just his body.

When Raff growled and reached for him, yanking him close, Noah forgot to breath. When the man’s mouth settled over his in a kiss that curled his toes, Noah forgot to think. And when Raff’s massive hands began sliding over his wet skin, Noah forgot everything except the man holding him.

The press of Raff’s wide muscular body against his back made Noah feel small. The strong thick arms that encircled him made Noah feel safe and protected. The hard cock pushing against his ass through the thin material of Raff’s pajama bottoms made him feel aroused. He really wanted to feel the man’s hard cock against his naked skin.

Hell, he wanted to feel all of Raff against his naked skin, preferably with Raff just as naked.

Noah groaned.

He was in so much trouble.

Noah shivered at the feel of warm breath blowing across his neck. His eyes dropped closed as he tried to concentrate on the sounds around him, his breathing, the soft patter of rain on the roof, anything to drown out the feel of Raff’s hand stroking his skin as it slowly inched down toward his cock.

Noah ached. He needed. He cried out when that hand finally touched him. His body bucked, arching towards the hand touching him. His movements were met by a low deep chuckle from the man torturing him.
Noah’s head fell back against Raff’s chest when the man reached between them and grabbed his hard cock. The pressure was unbelievable. It was just strong enough to let Noah know Raff’s hand was there but light enough to keep him just on the edge of an orgasm.

It was pure torture.

Noah’s mouth dropped open as nearly silent whimpers of need broke free. Raff had one hand on Noah’s chest, gently pinching and tugging at his nipples. The other hand stroked Noah’s cock.

His body hummed with arousal.

“Please,” Noah pleaded, not really sure what he was begging for but knowing he needed something more.

“What do you need, baby?”

“Touch me,” Noah begged as he grabbed onto Raff’s hips to ground himself. “Please, touch me.”

Noah’s plea was instantly answered. Raff wrapped his hand back around Noah’s cock and stroked him. His other hand caressed Noah’s chest, moving back and forth between his nipples to play with them both. Raff’s lips moved from Noah’s ear to his neck, licking a path around to the edge of Noah’s jaw.

Noah’s body throbbed when Raff grabbed a fistful of his hair and angled his head up. When Raff’s mouth covered his, Noah felt all of the air in his lungs escape, leaving him breathless and wanting. The feel of Raff’s tongue brushing against his sent Noah into a tailspin of desire.

He dug his fingers into the hard thick muscles of Raff’s hips as the pressure building in his balls exploded out the top of his cock. Noah’s groan of completion was loud in the silence surrounding them as he covered Raff’s hand with white pearly seed.

“That’s it, baby,” Raff murmured against Noah’s lips. “Give it all to me.”

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My Sexy Saturday- A Look at the Sequel to the Merry Chris Mas

Excerpt from my WIP- The second book in the Love Play Matchmaking Service.

Chris shifted his position.  His emotions wafted from embarrassment to excitement as he watched the BDSM scene in front of him.  He'd never seen one before but he'd heard about it plenty of times from his friend and neighbor Anthony Powell or Master Powell to his friends who lived the lifestyle as well.  Though he hated to admit it, he was damn curious about the whole thing especially because of the way Anthony talked it up.  For him, it was love, trust and stability in a world that barely offered any of it.  

Raised in a very traditional home, he'd never even considered BDSM as a viable lifestyle but then again, he'd never even considered being in a menage with a woman and a man.  Now a year into their marriage his life felt perfectly normal.  And because of that, he felt he could handle something even more unconventional which was he accepted his friend's invitation to his anniversary party that would include a Kinbaku scene- a Japanese style of bondage involving binding a submissive with rope in an intricate pattern.  

Anthony swore that it would not harm his husband in any way and that he'd see that his husband Eardward actually enjoyed it.  An accomplished bondage master, he taught the art to other Dominants at a nearby club.  

Chris looked at the slim man bound and suspended above the floor vertically.  He appeared to be in no pain and seemed content.  Eardward Powell, Anthony's second husband and slave to him and his other husband Scott, remained silent throughout the evening.  He wondered if he'd been told to be that way or was it something he chose to do on his own.  

A low moan followed by a sigh escaped the sub's mouth.  The man closed his eyes tight as firmly wrapped coils of thick rope embraced his body.  Suspended from the ceiling, he seemed unaware of his circumstances. Eardward looked peaceful. It was as if he wasn't even aware of the intense gazes of the half dozen people who watched in enraptured silence.  

 Anthony walked to Eardward and lightly brushed his chin with his fingers.  This time the man groaned as if signaling his unspoken pleasure.  It had been two hours since the cocktail party started.  Actually it was more of an anniversary party then a general gathering of friends for Master Anthony Powell and his two husbands. Having been to married for five years, their lives seemed to flow without effort.

Anthony had invited there family to join his in a celebration of their marriage because they were all good friends.  But he and Anthony had also become close friends.  They shared a lot of things in common- like growing up in large families, serving in the military- himself serving in Afghanistan and Anthony in Iraq.  They both were in the Special Forces and knew what it was like to be responsible for his people's lives and he knew the pain of losing a couple of them too.  But more important, he too sought out love from the Love Play Matchmaking Service and found it with two people in a way he never allowed himself to consider before.  Now blissfully married to the two men he loved, they now shared their lives together in a small town whose residents consisted of Love Play's satisfied customers.    

Chris watched as Anthony kissed his other husband, Scott passionately.  He then motioned for his other husband Eardward to stand and approach him.  He kissed him then slapped his bare behind causing a loud thwack to echo across the room.  Both men clad only in a jockstrap, it was easy to see that they had been aroused for some time as their dicks bulged against the leather.  

Chris felt his brain go into overdrive as he became more and more turned on by their actions. He tried not squirm as his own erection rubbed against the cloth of his underwear.  He pulled his wife close, hoping to shield the growing wood inside his pants.  Beside them, their husband, Chris Poole whom they now called Nate, sighed deeply before exhaling a long ragged breath.  He knew that sound too from many rounds of love making with their wife.  Nate was just as hard as he was.  Suddenly the room had become very warm.

How long is this party suppose to last?  

He slipped his hand underneath Jilly's shirt and rubbed her belly.  Bolts of electricity streaked through his body.  He caressed her soft skin and pulled her close.  The bulge from his erection pressed against her back.  He hoped she would get the signal that he needed some relief.   

Jilly squeezed his hand.  Her warm flesh made his nerves tingle arousing him even more. The pressure in his dick increased.  He didn't know how long he could last before having to go into a dark corner in order satisfy his hungry dick.  Of course, going home to get some relief was an option as well.  Though they lived next door, at this point the walk back would feel like miles.  The last thing he wanted to do was fuck his wife on his neighbor's grass.  

Oh god when is this thing going to end? 

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