Southern Comfort

Southern Comfort Eve Cassidy

Two guys. A girl. One incredible game of pool… Scarlett wants to escape, even if it’s just for a little while. So she heads to Southern Comfort, where she’ll find a certain marine she can’t get out of her head. And she knows he won’t be alone. Michael spies the uptight woman of his dreams the minute she fights through the crowd. She’s sexy as sin and he can’t take his eyes off her while she flirts over some liquid courage. When she finally heads his way, it’s time to find out if she can live up to her end of the fantasy. Red-hot chemistry may call the shots, but once you take the double hit… The game is on.

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Southern Comfort ISBN 9781419930485 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Southern Comfort Copyright © 2010 Eve Cassidy Edited by Grace Bradley Cover art by Syneca Electronic book publication September 2010 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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Dedication For Big Daddy, the sole owner and driving force behind the best damn bar in the middle of nowhere. I think he would have enjoyed knowing his bar inspired me to write this story. He was crazy like that. Thanks for always having our back.

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Chapter One Scarlett Bailey approached the entrance to the bar with equal parts trepidation and excitement. The music inside played so loudly, the beat already drummed through her system. Even on a Tuesday night the bar would be packed with wall-to-wall marines and the women chasing after them. Southern Comfort wasn’t just any old bar to wander into. It was the bar. The one just outside the front gate of the local base where servicemen and women were welcome and catered to. And tonight was penny draft night. She paused at the door, knowing this was the last place she needed to be. She’d had a shitty day and while common sense had demanded she stay home and cool her heels, the rebel inside said fuck it. What good would it do to sit home alone and wallow in pity? Maybe getting into officer training school just wasn’t in the cards for her. She had a budding career in the intelligence field and belonged to one of the best units in the Corps. A warm breeze kicked up and tickled the hairs on her arm. The middle of July in the Carolinas melted even a southern girl like her. One of these days she’d manage an assignment away from this region but for now she’d make the best of the situation. She pulled the door open and waited for the customary rush of smoke to pass before stepping inside. Scarlett blinked several times until her eyes adjusted to the dark interior, while the sounds of a rowdy crowd and very loud music thumped through her. Every direction she turned throngs of people blocked her view. The flashing colored lights not too far in front of her indicated a dance floor here in the main room with a pass-through on either side that led into other rooms.

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She’d probably have to search the place before she found what she was looking for. Her vague plan of drowning her sorrows included a bottle of tequila and her sandwiched between two men while sharing it. Not just any men would do. She had the perfect someones in mind. The distinct cracking of pool balls slamming into each other sounded from the room to the right and a slight smile crossed her face. Bingo. If the scuttlebutt around the unit and her own instincts played out, which they usually did, she’d find one Sergeant Michael Conner playing his favorite game and taking advantage of the bottomless beers. Scarlett pushed her way through the crowd in the general direction of the other room, and after shoving a few touchy-feely creeps out of her way, she broke through the wall of people surrounding the dance floor and entered the pool room. The smoke was thicker here but with a lot less people. She could actually see bodies and faces in various positions around the tables. A few of the players looked familiar but none were from her unit. For a split second hope deflated and her plan to fulfill her longest-held fantasy began to drift away. Then she spotted him in the form of snug jeans riding low on his waist and a black tank, bent over the green felt of a table clear across the room. Smooth, tan skin stretched taut across the roped muscles of his arms that bunched and flexed with the slightest movement. The mere sight of his raw power when he moved caused moisture to build between her thighs and her skin tingled clear to her scalp. She’d admired him from the moment she’d met him, and even now all these months later, he had the ability to take her breath away on sight. She’d wanted to explore her dreams with him but she’d had to wait until she completed the latest application process. She couldn’t afford even the hint of any trouble and she’d learned long ago that marines liked to party and she liked tequila. Unfortunately the tequila had a way of getting her in trouble. So ever since she’d landed back in North Carolina, she’d opted for the straight and narrow. The kind of vanilla, good-girl life that would look good on paper no matter

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how much she hated it. And now, looking at the hulk of a man stretched across a table lining up his shot, she wanted nothing more than a few hours with him… Fucking. Scarlett shook her head and forced herself to turn away. She knew exactly what he’d think of her appearance in the bar. She’d taken the time to carefully shed her military appearance and step into a look the likes no one in this town had seen from her. But Michael would get the message loud and clear. The thrill of that shivered across her skin as she turned and headed to the bar. She needed some fortification before she attempted to go forward with the plan. Craving and need aside, butterflies still danced in her stomach. She’d waited for this for far too long. She scooted onto a stool and settled in, making sure she could see Conner from her position. While his first name was technically Michael, no one in the Corps ever used anything but the last name or a nickname. “What’ll you have?” The bartender leaned in her direction with an easy smile and an appreciative look on his face. “A shot of tequila and a draft.” “Ooh brave lady. Did you get your hand stamped at the door?” Scarlett unfisted her hand and lifted it to the bartender. When he started to pull her draft she lifted her lashes slightly to get a better look at him. Young and civilian. His shaggy brown hair curled below his collar and framed his angular jaw and sharp cheekbones to perfection. Maybe if Conner’s friend didn’t want to play, she’d consider him. Her head drifted to the side and she glanced at the object of her desire at his pool table. He stood to the side watching his opponent and good friend Brody play, his sharp eyes studying the table. As with everything he did, he examined his surroundings carefully and she imagined the gears turning in his brain as he figured out a puzzle. The man had a brain and a knack for reading people she’d never seen before. She’d been lucky to be assigned to his team, and maybe not getting into officer’s

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school had been a sign. Besides what she wanted him to do to her body every chance they got, he’d be a damn fine mentor who could teach her a lot in her chosen field. The bartender slid the draft in front of her and placed the shot of tequila next to her hand. He then reached behind the bar and set out a plate of freshly cut limes that would cut the burn of alcohol. Unbidden memories of the last time she drank drifted through her mind. Her boyfriend at the time had been on guard duty and couldn’t leave his post so she’d shown up on his break with a bottle of tequila and a short skirt sans panties. He’d settled her on his lap in the back of the room while everyone else sat in front of them watching some action flick. Three shots later and she was riding his dick like there was no tomorrow. The thrill of knowing someone could have turned around at any second and seen what they were doing got her off three times and had given her a damn fine memory before she’d been shipped back to North Carolina. She pushed back the memory and drew in a deep breath. Time to let those memories go and make some new ones. She licked her left hand and sprinkled some of the provided salt on it. She wrapped her fingers around the shot glass and licked the salt from her hand, her face scrunching up at the bitter taste. With a quick gulp she slammed the tequila down her throat, fighting the familiar burn before finally pushing a lime wedge between her teeth and sucking for dear life. Heat bloomed in her stomach that for once had nothing to do with the man across the room. She removed the lime and tipped her head back and laughed. God, it felt good to let go. Maybe she didn’t need to get crazy, simply relax and enjoy the moment. Good music, good liquor and—she turned her head—a very good view.

***** Michael ground his back teeth together and bent to take his shot. He’d spied the delectable woman the second she’d entered the room. It had taken him all of two

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seconds to recognize her, and the shock of her beauty threatened to steal his sanity the more he watched her. He should be used to her by now but he wasn’t. Every single day he watched her move around the unit, his gaze focused on that ridiculous bun she wore in her hair. He’d become obsessed with dreams of her hair free and his fingers buried in the silken strands. Inappropriate and erotic dreams. To hell with regulations, he’d like to have the opportunity to run his fingers through the soft length all day long. Damn, that sounded pathetic even in his own mind. When she turned and headed for the bar, he zeroed in on the fine ass covered in a tight denim skirt. The sexy way she rolled her hips made him think of sex. The kind where he bent her over a pool table and sank balls-deep into her tight little pussy. He had a hunch nothing in these last few months prepared him for tonight. Her buttoned-up persona on the job kept everyone at arm’s length and her more uptight than a whore in church. Her single-minded focus on officer’s school had taken precedence. Then she shows up in ridiculously tight and revealing clothes with a fuckme-now look in her eyes. His cock pulsed in his jeans, hell, more like hammered at the material for freedom. If she had a thought of picking up some stranger for tonight when she’d arrived, she had another think coming. He’d carefully chosen the setup for this, and if she came to play, he’d be more than happy to oblige her. “You gonna take a shot or what?” Brody’s question shook him from his thoughts as he turned briefly back to the game. His ability to concentrate had been adversely affected by little miss hot pants walking in the door. He glanced at the table and surmised that Brody had sunk two balls before missing his last shot, leaving him the opening he needed to finish this game. He looked up just in time to see her lick it, slam it and suck it on a tequila shot and his mouth watered at the sight. Fuck. He thought he’d had it bad for her before but this almost need to drop the cue and drag her away from the bartender and the other thirty guys who were probably eyeballing her threw him for a loop. He had an open mind 10

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and an urge to share, yet protectiveness warred inside him. Marine or not didn’t seem to matter at the moment. Claiming her consumed his thoughts. He looked away from her and refocused on the game. Two shots later his concentration was for shit and he scratched. “Wow, what’s up with you tonight? I thought you had me for sure.” His friend leaned over the table and sank two clean shots and lined up for the final blow. “Everyone has an off game now and then.” “No way, not the Conn man.” Michael winced at the familiar nickname. Everyone had given up years ago calling him simply Conner and instead bestowed him with the Conn man thanks to his skill with a cue. But for once playing pool wasn’t his priority. Not with Scarlett laying down the shots and eating up the attention the bartender lavished on her. He couldn’t be jealous but rage gnawed at his gut just the same. He turned his back to the bar, determined to gather his control. She probably wouldn’t appreciate him yanking her off the stool and dragging her out of the bar, and that’s where they were headed if he wasn’t careful. “Interested in a third?” Michael froze at the caress of the familiar voice across his frazzled nerves. His blood heated amidst the roar in his ears. He could not have heard her correctly. “You wanna play?” Brody asked. “If you’re both willing,” she whispered. The husky sound of her voice, full of promise and wickedness, flamed his desire high and bright as he turned to face her. Face-to-face she was even more beautiful than should be possible for one woman. “Have you ever played this game before?” he drawled. “No, but I’m a fast learner.”

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“I’ll just bet you are.” Fine. She wanted to tease the tiger for a while, so be it. But before the night was over, someone was going to get eaten. Brody walked to the wall and selected another cue stick and pressed it in her hand. “What’s your name, sugar?” Shocked by his friend’s question, he glared at him in question. Brody flashed a quick conspiratorial smile and returned his attention to Scarlett. “Scarlett.” She grabbed the stick and walked to the corner of the table. Apparently they were both going along for the ride. She plucked the chalk from the ledge and expertly applied just enough before blowing off the excess. He and Brody stared dumbfounded, oblivious to anything but the perfect shape of her mouth and where they both wanted her to put it. Michael had never shared women before although he knew Brody had quite a thing for it, so if the opportunity presented itself, he wouldn’t turn it down. And Scarlett with her silly innuendos and smoking-hot body practically came with a bow and a note that said Take me. “Your first name is Scarlett?” He so loved the south. Who wouldn’t love that sweet little accent that hid a sexual hellcat underneath it? She smiled and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “And you’re Michael and he’s Brody.” “Whoa, I guess our reputation precedes us or something.” “Or something,” he agreed. “You want me to rack ’em?” Her question brought up images that had little to do with a game of pool. Instead he wanted to lay her out and settle between her thighs. To taste and tease every inch of her golden flesh until she squirmed and begged, her juices flowing onto his tongue.

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“Scarlett, are you sure you want to do this?” She had to know where this would lead, and if she didn’t want it she needed to say so now because his dick fucking ached, and being inside her was quickly becoming a new obsession. “One shot didn’t get me drunk. I know exactly what I’m doing and right now there isn’t anywhere I’d rather be.” Her gaze locked with his and he searched her eyes for anything to give him pause, for a reason to send her away before things got out of control. Lust and heat stared back at him, fueling them both. “Brody, why don’t you see about getting us a private room? I think this game of pool deserves some privacy.” Brody nodded and took off for the bar. While he grabbed a key to one of the back party rooms, Michael grabbed Scarlett at the elbow and turned her into his arms. His fingers brushed the soft skin of her cheek and pushed some stray strands of hair out of her eyes. “You surprise me.” “Do I?” “I thought you were too concerned about your professional image. What’s up with the turnaround?” “A girl’s not allowed to change her mind and have some fun too?” “Is that what tonight is? Just for fun?” The sudden knowledge that one night of exploration would never be enough struck him like a sucker punch to the gut. “God yes, I need some fun.” Michael chuckled. “Bad day?” “You have no idea, but let’s not go there.” “Yes, you’d rather play games. With the both of us?” “I’m up for it if you are.” She threw her hair back over her shoulder and stared at him in challenge.

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“Oh I’m up for it, but it will be interesting to find out just how far you’re willing to go.” Scarlett stepped forward and drew her finger down the plane of his biceps. “What do you want, Michael? Can you handle it?” Need burned through his groin at the lust she created. She had no idea what effect she had on him yet and he couldn’t wait to show her. “If I couldn’t handle it, I don’t think I would have rushed you into a private game with Brody.” He grabbed her hand from his arm and rubbed it over his crotch. “You tell me. Do I feel ready?” She flushed bright red from her neck to the top of her head and her tongue peeked out to lick her lips. A subconscious move he couldn’t resist. He dipped down and covered her mouth with a fierce kiss meant to express the pent-up passion he harbored. From the first minute she’d walked into their unit until she’d walked into the bar, he’d never burned this much for a woman or waited as long for one. Her lips parted slightly and he swooped in to tangle with her tongue. The warm honey recesses of her mouth went straight to his already aching dick. Fingers twined through her lush mane as he grabbed her head and deepened their kiss. Despite the two layers of denim separating them, he swore he felt her feminine heat against his thigh. His hips bucked forward until his cock pushed into the slight softness of her bared stomach. God, he couldn’t stop. He had to have more now. A deep moan rose in his throat and her nails dug into his arm. Reluctantly he pulled away. “Let’s go.” He grasped her hand and led her to the back corner of the room where the few private party rooms Southern Comfort offered to their customers were located. Brody ushered them both in and shut the door behind him. Music piped into all the rooms of the bar, but without the extra noise of the crowd, the sound level went drastically down. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said it would be a private game.” Scarlett’s gaze darted around the room. 14

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“We take our games pretty seriously and when a beautiful woman suggests she wants to play, then it’s our duty to make sure she plays.” Amazingly the innuendos in Brody’s words didn’t even cause her to bat a lash. She clearly understood the meaning and damn if he wasn’t itching to rush it. To lift her onto the plush purple felt of the table and spread her legs wide so he could bury his face between them. He was famished and she had the only cure. “Since you offered to rack, why don’t I pick out a cue for your while you do that?” Michael knew just what he wanted to do with her cue too. “Sure.” She shrugged and turned her attention to the table. When she bent to grab the balls, he nearly swallowed his tongue. Her skirt was too long to give him a view of her delectable ass, but it did ride up and reveal more flesh. And just the sight of those strong, tanned thighs revved him up. The fact that she didn’t dress like a hooker teased him far more than the average town honeys that frequented the SoCo. Forcing himself to look away, he tested a few cues until he found one he thought would be the perfect weight for her. Might as well make the game as fair as possible. “How about we make this interesting?” she cooed. “What’d you have in mind?” He grabbed a square of chalk and rubbed the tips of their sticks. How about they skip it? “I don’t know. Maybe a bet or something?” “You want to play for money?” “No, Michael, I was thinking of something a little more fun, like the loser has to do whatever the winner tells them to.” “That doesn’t sound very fair to you. Conn man here is the best pool player in town.” She shrugged and deftly maneuvered the balls into the perfect triangle in a matter of seconds. The fact she had some experience in the game became abundantly clear. “I take it your statement that you’d never played wasn’t exactly the truth.”

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“Guess it depends on which game you were referring to. Straight pool? Yeah I’ve played a few times.” What a little minx. The straitlaced marine had warmed up nicely. “Then how about for this first one we play a little strip pool and then go from there.” Michael stepped behind her and tipped her cue upside down and lightly touched the small tip to the inside of her knee. Her back stiffened slightly but she remained bent over the table, her hands outstretched and gripping the wooden triangle. Slow and easy he trailed the stick up the inside of her thigh one inch at a time. At the top of her leg he brushed the wood back and forth across her pussy, imagining the wetness he’d find there if his fingers, not the cue, touched her. A small gasp sounded from her lush lips and a hard shudder snaked down her back. Oh was she going to be fun. Easing away from her cunt, he trailed the instrument down the opposite thigh to her knee. On a last minute thought he swatted the inside of her leg with the wood much like he would with a cane. Fast and sharp but not with a heavy hand. The resulting moan pleased him. He had the need to play hard tonight and he got the impression she might be up for it. “Here you go, why don’t you break?” She stood slowly and took the cue. The red flush on her face and the rise and fall of her breasts gave away how turned-on she was. A quick glance at Brody showed him watching her intensely. He made the perfect partner for tonight’s fun.

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Chapter Two Oh hell. Scarlett placed her hand on the ledge of the table and attempted to line up her shot. How was she supposed to break up the balls when her legs wouldn’t quit shaking? Michael had barely touched her but that parting swat with her stick still stung on the inside of her thigh. She’d soaked her panties on that one. She gulped in air and exhaled slowly in a pitiful attempt to slow her racing heart. Strip pool would be easy enough. She could have them down to their tighty-whities in no time if that’s what she wanted. Although she kind of liked the idea of removing the offensive fabric that currently rasped against her aching nipples. She’d see how this first shot went and then play it by ear. Tempting two men at the same time with full knowledge of the end game was a first for her. Albeit a thrilling first. The hunger shining in Brody’s eyes at the opposite end of the table drove her to distraction. His handsome face had tightened in desire when she moaned and she wasn’t sure if he’d unclenched his jaw since. With full power and a practiced follow-through, she broke the balls, scattering them wildly across the table. Several solids fell into the side and corner pockets, which would give her quite a head start. She started to contemplate whether she’d have them remove their shirts or their pants first when Brody started to snicker. “What?” Returning her focus to the table, she searched for the cue ball to find she’d fucking scratched. “Are you kidding me? Best break of the night and it’s no good.” “Oh I wouldn’t go that far. It’s quite good for me.” The wicked grin on Michael’s face pretty much said it all. “Let me guess. You’re going to call solids.” “All’s fair in strip pool, babe.”

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“I don’t actually think that’s how the saying goes, but have at it.” She gestured to the table and propped her pool stick on the wall. She already saw her future and it had Michael running the table and getting her out of her clothes. Denim tightened across Michael’s ass when he bent for his first shot. All thoughts of winning and losing died in her brain at the sight of his muscles flexing under his clothes. He and Brody both had bodies to die for. This definitely wasn’t a hardship. The first ball fell in the far pocket and she gripped the edge of her slinky shirt and pulled it over her head. Cool air brushed across her exposed skin and her nipples puckered into tight points. Maybe she should have considered a bra after all. The taunting smile on Michael’s face disappeared and hunger filled his gaze. She bit her lip to contain her smile of triumph when his hand slipped from the table’s edge. “Careful there or your turn might get forfeited,” she teased. “Is that so? Well I guess if I lose my turn I’d have to find something else to do with my hands as I waited.” The implication of his words sunk in as she imagined him leaning in behind her to caress her breasts. They grew heavy with desire and she half wished the game was already over. More moisture pooled between her thighs and her sex squeezed when she watched him land his next shot without a trace of hesitation. The only clothing she had left was her panties and her skirt. At this rate the game would be over in a matter of minutes. She reached under her skirt and pulled down the skimpy scrap of damp black lace she’d chosen to wear and rolled them down her legs and over her boots. Instead of tossing them out of the way she moved closer to the pool table and laid them down where Michael would likely line up his next shot. “You are quite the tease, now, aren’t you?” She’d been so focused on Michael she hadn’t noticed Brody move in behind her until he’d whispered in her ear. The tone of his voice turned dark and deep, a sensual caress over her senses.

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She swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat and shook her head. “Entice maybe, but never tease.” Her thighs quivered and her nipples ached for someone to touch her. A large, warm hand brushed against her back and she shuddered from the sensation. Brody was tall and broad, and with him standing this close to her back, she felt the warmth emanating from his big body. She stared at Michael while Brody’s hands moved around her rib cage to cup her breasts. The light brush of fingers across her aching nipples elicited a low moan she couldn’t hold back. Michael’s hand shook as he tried to line up a shot, and when he stroked forward, the cue ball missed its mark by a mile. “Guess it’s your turn after all. I was hoping to get you out of the rest of your clothes.” Damn, Brody’s voice gave her erotic chills and his fingers made it damn near impossible to pull away. His hands dropped away and the sudden loss of warmth sharpened the need coursing through her. On one level it didn’t seem normal to feel so aroused this quickly, and on the other she had to remind herself to lighten up. Three consenting adults having a good time shouldn’t give her pause. Still, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves and walked up to the table after she grabbed her cue. She struggled to ignore the wetness tickling the skin at the tops of her thighs because she didn’t want to be the only one playing this game. She squeezed her eyes shut for a brief second, took another deep breath and aimed her ball for the side pocket. Satisfaction warmed her when she sank the shot. A slow grin crossed her face when she looked between the two men. Neither said a word before they both removed their shirts. Michael lifted his black tank over his head and she tried not to swallow her tongue at the sight of his sculpted chest covered with a light layer of curly black hair. She glanced at Brody just in time to see him pull free the last button of his shirt and whisk it from his shoulders. From this distance she admired the deep tanned skin of a man who obviously liked to spend his 19

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free time outdoors. She nearly drooled over the bulking muscles that alluded to an ability for him to easily overpower her, and copper-colored nipples that had beaded to tiny points. She needed to take another turn in their game but she’d rather play with them personally instead. “C’mon, Scarlett. Quit ogling the goods and take your next shot.” “You’re incorrigible, Michael.” She brushed past him, determined not to focus on the smooth skin she ached to touch or the bunch of muscles underneath taut skin every time he moved. She missed the next shot and wasn’t sure whether to jump for joy or scream in frustration. She needed to get them out of their pants one way or another. “My turn.” Brody grabbed a cue and lined up and sank his next ball within the blink of an eye. They both turned greedy gazes her way and waited for the show. Fine. She’d come prepared for the both of them. She unsnapped the waistband of her skirt and ever so slowly lowered the zipper. She’d gotten brave this afternoon and gone for a Brazilian wax. The experience had been far more exposing than she’d considered, and she and the wax technician would forever be on a different plane. Feeling extra naughty she slipped her hand inside the material still covering her pussy and dipped a finger between the drenched folds. Her erect clit trembled when she grazed over it for a split second and she quickly withdrew before she got carried away. Her finger glistened with her juices and she opened her mouth wide for a taste. Brody moaned and Michael shifted uncomfortably in place when she sucked on her finger and licked it clean. Her flavor fascinated her. Not quite sweet but not spicy either. “I bet you taste good.” The heat in Brody’s gaze kicked up her temperature as she licked and sucked while she nodded her agreement.

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“Hot and wet. My favorite combination,” Michael drawled. “But before we let things spiral too fast or too soon, how about a drink? Tequila, right?” She smacked her lips when she popped her finger out of her mouth. “It’s my favorite.” Brody tore his gaze from her finger and maneuvered around the bar at the end of the room. He produced an unopened bottle of the amber alcohol and three shot glasses. “Come here, sugar.” Michael motioned her forward. She shoved her skirt down her legs and to the floor. When she reached for one of her boots, Michael held out a hand to stop her. “Leave the boots on.” Her stomach jerked at the command and she lowered her foot. “You have any idea how sexy you look like that?” Michael pulled her into his arms and Brody walked up to the table behind them and poured out their drinks. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” Michael whispered at her ear. Goose bumps broke out across her naked flesh at the thrill of what they had in store for her. The slight fear that had tugged at her mind dissipated when he lowered his mouth to cover hers, gently coaxing her to open so he could slide his tongue into her mouth. They tangled for control of the kiss until a firm pinch on her ass distracted her long enough for him to take over. He delved deep while his hands grabbed her hair and tugged her head back, effectively opening her further to his explorations. Scarlett tried to remain calm but his touch robbed her of all common sense. Jolts of sensation sizzled across her skin until she wondered where the electricity came from. Surely a kiss didn’t make her this crazy. Suddenly the one night of exploration she’d planned had turned into something more. An ache so deep inside her called for both men to take what they wanted and then some. Here, standing in a bar in nothing but cowboy boots with two men she

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trusted implicitly about to fuck her, she realized she’d never been more turned-on in her life.

***** Michael’s head swam with every depraved act he wanted to do with Scarlett. Her relinquishing control of the kiss made his dick bounce in anticipation. If he had his way, and he was certain he would, she’d give in to their every whim and desire with very little coaxing. They didn’t need a game of pool to tell him who controlled the rest of the night. “Here.” Brody handed both him and Scarlett a shot of tequila. He slammed it down his throat with no thought to salt or limes. His body already burned with arousal so hot, he welcomed the additional sting of the alcohol. Scarlett and Brody followed suit and he laughed at the tight grimace that crossed her face for a split second before she regained her composure. “You want something to wash that down with?” She blinked at Brody’s question before shaking her head, but for a split second he saw something in her gaze. Or maybe it was his wicked mind playing tricks on him as he imagined shooting cum down her throat to soothe her. Brody poured three more shots and Scarlett held up her hand to pass. “I’m already a couple of shots ahead of you. I want to remember tonight, not wake up in a drunken haze.” “Well, then I guess me and Brody better catch up.” Another image popped into his head. This time her splayed across the table. “And I know just how I want to do it.” “Do what?” “Drink my other two shots.” She looked at him in question but he didn’t respond. He preferred to let her figure it out on her own as they went. The anticipation would be so much more fun. In two strides he walked to the pool table and cleared the top, pushing all of the balls into the pockets. 22

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“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” The gleam in Brody’s eyes told him that he’d caught onto the plan. “Come on, sugar. Climb up on the table for me.” She hesitated for a few seconds before she smiled softly and walked toward him, hips swaying. He still couldn’t believe her pussy was bare. His gaze was drawn to the puffy lips of her sex and the urge to spread her thighs and feast on her consumed him. Not yet. Her satisfaction was all about the pacing and him and Brody doing this together. She’d approached them together and they’d been more than thrilled by her response thus far. Michael clutched her hips and drew her close to fit the outline of his hard cock against the heat between her legs. She groaned in his ear and he ground his teeth together to keep from moaning. He bent at the knees and grabbed her thighs, the smooth flesh inflaming his need. Lifting her off the ground, he placed her squarely in the center of the felt. Surprise flared in her gaze but she remained silent. Testing her resistance, he spread her open and looked close at the pink moist flesh that tempted him. Spread out before them she became an irresistible temptation. Using his thumbs he spread her outer lips to get a good look at the flushed arousal of her erect clit. The pounding of his heart accelerated as he stood and stared. His mouth watered in anticipation of her juices flowing over his tongue. He needed to make her scream. “Conner…” “Just give me a second,” he growled. He released his grip on her luscious flesh and took a step back. “Why don’t you go first?” Brody answered with a tight smile, indicating his restraint suffered as well. He grabbed her ankles and gently pushed her to the side. “Here, lie like this. I think it will be safer.” “Safer?” Her husky whisper punched Michael in the gut, pushing at his control. 23

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“Yeah. If you tease the big bad wolf for long, you get eaten,” Brody replied. “And which one of you is the wolf?” “We both are, and trust me, you will be eaten.” Before she could respond, Brody grabbed up the tequila and poured some into her belly button. “Lie still. I’d hate to spill on the felt.” Michael tracked Brody’s hands as they traveled up her abdomen to cup her breasts before he leaned over and drank from her flesh. His tongue laved her thoroughly while his fingers gripped and rolled her tight nipples. His own cock beat against the zipper of his pants, demanding freedom. When the long moan escaped her lips, he cupped his erection and squeezed. The desire written all over her face drove him wild. Especially when Brody’s tongue swept across every inch of her abdomen, trailing a path to her tits. One hand released a nipple and his mouth took over, sucking her in. Her dark wavy hair contrasted with the pale sweet color of her flesh as Brody teased and tormented her sensitive bud. “What would it take to make you scream, to beg for more?” “Oh, Brody. Please, I want more,” she moaned and clutched handfuls of his hair until his mouth settled back over her breast. Her breathy pleas clawed at his gut. Brody withdrew his touch and ignored the whimper and thrust of her hips. “Your turn.” Michael hesitated. The minute his tongue hit her warm flesh it would all be over. He wouldn’t be able to resist the pull of her arousal and need. One plea and he was a goner. He took a step toward the table and gave one last push against his aching cock. He would be inside her soon—sinking into the wild heat of her pussy as she screamed for more. As he approached, Scarlett’s eyes widened and her breathing hitched. Could she

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feel the hunger arcing between them or was it the stamp of determination on his face that kicked her up a notch? Either way. This was happening. There would be no turning back. She shuddered when the first splash of liquid landed in the indentation of her belly button. She’d look cute with a piercing there. Or a sexy clit piercing. It would be fun to make her wear jewelry that kept her on the edge of need every minute of the day. She’d be primed and ready at his beck and call. “Oh, Michael,” she murmured. In response, Michael bent down and latched his mouth around the curve of her navel. He sucked the tequila down and swallowed the harsh liquid quickly. This time he barely noticed the burn as it slid down his throat. His fingers gently glided over her curves as his tongue lashed first the lower curve of her belly then her hip. Scarlett gasped, arching her back. She squirmed underneath his hand as if urging him to do more, go farther. Brody got the message and stepped up to the table to stroke and pinch her distended nipples. Michael wanted nothing more than to treat her like a goddess and worship every inch of flesh. His friend spared him a quick glance and he recognized the frantic hunger in his gaze. The same desire was riding him hard, trying to rush him to get inside her. Michael grinned at Brody and lifted his head for a good look at the wet pussy mere inches from his face. He didn’t need to see her to know how wet she’d become. He smelled it. The scent so fragrant and sweet he knew he’d never forget it. He nudged between her thighs and she spread her legs for him. He groaned at the sight of the flushed lips covered in her juices. “I have to taste you, Scarlett. I’m going to lick every drop until you can’t take it anymore. Until you beg me to stop.” He trailed his fingers around the edges of her sex, never touching the sensitive flesh quivering for attention, then slid slowly through the thick wetness of her slit in one smooth sweep. “Michael,” she gasped, the fingers of one hand clutching at his hair.

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He’d thought about this moment for so long. Her unbuttoned and freely exploring her sexual desires. Having a woman not afraid of her own needs made his dick ache with want. Brody moved from one breast to the next, sucking in the tips and working her into a frenzy. And she fucking loved it. “More, Michael, please…” Not one to deny a beautiful woman, Michael pressed one hand to her drenched slit and rimmed the opening. Her moans grew louder when he slipped two fingers inside her clenching cunt. If they weren’t careful, they’d be drawing even more attention than he’d intended. “Brody, we need a gag, man. She’ll be screaming in a minute and the whole bar’ll come running.” Brody stretched across the pool table and snatched up the panties she’d taunted him with earlier. “How about these?” “Perfect.” Her eyes widened when Brody stuffed them in her mouth but she didn’t protest. Her willingness to go with the flow heated Michael’s blood and hardened his dick more. Now for his fun…

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Chapter Three Michael’s hot palm pressed into her torso, holding her in place as his head lowered to the juicy flesh waiting to be devoured. For a few seconds the anticipation built to a near frenzy but nothing prepared her for the sensation of his warm tongue licking at her slit. The breath rushed from her lungs at the tidal wave of desire rushing over her. One man at her breasts, tormenting and teasing the tender nipples with his teeth and fingers, while the other lapped at the nerve-rich center of her body. The muscles in her abdomen tightened and flexed as the erotic onslaught continued. Never had she felt so much. Needed so much. Michael’s tongue destroyed her with each lash against her clit and Brody’s teeth tightening on the puckered skin of a breast filled her with equal parts pleasure and pain. A sensation she craved more than ever before. The panties stuffed in her mouth muffled the ragged cry that tore from her throat. Flames of erotic heat engulfed her as they moved relentlessly on her flesh. Her back arched and her hips bucked aimlessly as the desire for both of them overwhelmed her. The orgasm built inside her. A little more pressure on her clit and she would explode. She tried to press against Michael’s face to get that extra little bit she needed to go over the edge… “Not yet, beautiful. Let it build a bit longer and I promise it will be so much sweeter.” Somehow Brody’s words cut through the fog in her brain and she fought for a semblance of control. But Michael wasn’t making it easy as he whipped his tongue faster along her slit from top to bottom, even sliding farther down to the puckered hole of her ass. Her breath caught in her throat at the delicious and unexpected sensation and her body jerked at the new heights of need she clamored for.

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“Oh I think she likes that.” Michael lifted his head, a smile forming at his lips over whatever he saw on her face. If he could see half of what she felt, she understood. Without tearing his gaze from hers, he slid the tip of his finger into her anus. “That’s it, baby. Pull in my finger like you want more. Do you want more?” She nodded violently. If she could relax her buttocks, his finger would slide in, but wound this tight she had little control. Still, he inched forward and buried it in her ass. Her clit pounded with need and her muscles clenched around him. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she would go insane. “I think she deserves to come.” Hallelujah, thank you, Brody. That wicked grin of Michael’s spread across his face and her insides trembled a few seconds before he dove for her clit. He lashed and nibbled, bit and suckled as he worked her over. Everything tightened and a low scream sounded behind the cloth barrier as the orgasm took hold and threw her into an abyss, pleasure ripping through her so violently she could no longer fight. Brody flicked and bit at one of her nipples before moving over her. Somewhere in all that, he’d managed to remove his jeans and his cock hovered above her lips, waiting for entrance. Moisture leaked from the tip and when she leaned forward to taste him he removed her makeshift gag. She savored the all-male, salty flavor for a few seconds, loving the need she recognized etched on his face. “Open your mouth, Scarlett.” The gravelly sound of his command tumbled in her belly and clenched the muscles of her pussy and ass. Michael groaned, “Hot damn, woman. You are going to make me come before I really get started.”

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With a satisfied smile she tilted her head and sucked Brody between her lips. His hips jerked as he started a smooth in-and-out stroking of her mouth. Slow and steady, much like the new rhythm Michael had begun with his finger in her ass. She swiped her tongue across the head and sensitive underside every chance she got until Brody groaned and leaned forward to place his palms on the table and quicken his pace. “Oh fuck,” Brody growled, his cock throbbing in her mouth. “Make him come, Scarlett.” Michael stroked faster inside her bottom and massaged her clit with his other hand. Eager to obey Michael’s command she swallowed against Brody’s crown and cupped his balls with a firm touch. On a hard thrust, Brody ground down and hot cum pulsed down her throat. Desperate for every last drop she swallowed hungrily as a fresh climax of her own clawed at her belly. So close to the edge, she whimpered in complaint when Michael withdrew from her ass and pussy at the same time Brody slid from her mouth. “I think she killed me.” Brody rolled to the side and out of the way. “Now it’s my turn. Come here, baby.” Michael pulled her to a sitting position close to the edge of the table. “You are incredible.” His mouth came down on hers with a rough and hungry kiss. Lips, tongue and teeth devoured her and stole her very breath. Certain she’d never felt hunger this strong, she kissed him back with everything she had. If he had a problem with another man’s taste in her mouth he sure didn’t show it. Finally he tore his lips from hers. “Turn around for me, baby.” He helped her up and flipped her over, leaving her ass up while her lower body dangled over the edge of the table. His hard hand smacked across her bottom before he grabbed both globes and spread them apart, exposing her completely. She held her breath. She knew what was coming and the anticipation made her crazy. Suddenly hot lubricated fingers slid between her flesh and worked her quaking

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entrance as she fought not to cry out in pleasure. She wasn’t sure she could handle a group of people finding her open and vulnerable like this. Still, the mere thought of an audience made her pussy clench with need. That would have to be a fantasy for another day. From the corner of her eye she caught a red dot and turned to investigate. There in the corner of the ceiling was a camera pointed directly at her. No… Surely it wasn’t recording… “I need you here, Scarlett. I can’t stop thinking about your lush ass and my cock sliding into this little hole,” he said as his finger stroked and turned, touching nerve endings guaranteed to set her off. God, she loved dirty talk. Dark cravings normally kept buried rushed through her as she forgot about the camera and instead fought to apply pressure to her clit against the table. She whimpered when she realized she wasn’t close enough to be effective. Michael added a second finger to the first and she clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. More juices dripped from her pussy and one moan turned into another as she ached to be filled completely. Scarlett gasped when fingers delved between the drenched folds of her cunt. She turned her head to catch a glimpse of Brody’s head as he lowered to get a better angle on her aching pussy. His attention almost distracted her from Michael stretching her farther with a third finger until the bite of pain burned in her backside. “You can take it, baby. Relax into it and let the pleasure outweigh the pain. It will be exquisite.” “Oh, Michael!” Her back arched and her body quivered from the intensity of Michael in her ass and Brody fingering her pussy. “Almost ready, Scarlett. And so fucking beautiful…” He pulled from her grip and almost immediately the swollen head of his cock pushed at her entrance. An anticipatory thrill sliced through her, edged with fear. His big-ass cock would be a tight fit.

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“Don’t fight it. Go with the pain and the pleasure and you’ll come like never before.” Michael’s hand clamped on her shoulder and she felt her flesh begin to part as he shuttled inside her, igniting sensations like a match to gasoline. Below, Brody’s fingers circled her clit and massaged the bud between them until all thoughts were torn from her mind and pleasure overtook her. Scarlett screamed behind her palm as Michael’s thickness moved in and out of her, picking up speed. “Yes.” She needed this, the pleasure of him taking control and fucking her hard. “More…” She got what she wanted when Brody’s fingers surged through her puffy wet folds and into her aching pussy. Every ragged nerve ending burned her alive. Her cries turned to one long moan as Michael pounded into her, his own desperate need more than evident. Wild and untamed, that’s how she felt underneath him. Two men taking and giving as her muscles flexed around them both, creating a hot friction threatening her sanity. With little warning her orgasm ripped through her and a scream no hand could hide tore from her lips. Her body tightened and convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy broke over her. Michael pushed deeper and groaned when he lost it. Scarlett wailed at the rushing sensation of spurt after spurt of hot semen filling her ass. When the shudders transferring between their bodies finally slowed, Michael collapsed across her back and she felt certain they would never be able to move again. She was reminded they weren’t alone when Brody eased from her body, inciting a fresh wave of aftershocks. He clapped Michael on his shoulder. “Jesus, man, you have got to be the luckiest man alive.” “I do what I can to satisfy my wife but she is often insatiable.” Her stomach flip-flopped at Michael’s words. No man had ever given her so much. “Hey, I don’t think I’m the only one who’s insatiable.” Scarlett struggled to breathe normally while Michael moved back and lifted her into his arms. She melted under the gentle press of his lips to hers, his tongue licking at the 31

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curves of her mouth as emotion between them swelled. She trusted that no matter what fantasies they decided to indulge in, he would never look at her with regret. “You’re pretty good with this role-playing thing.” “I aim to please.” He nuzzled at her neck. Her head jerked at a noise at the door. “Don’t worry, Brody had to leave. He has a knack for that.” She nodded, happy to be alone with Michael while she recovered. “I really like him,” she admitted. “Enough to do it again?” “Yes, please.” Michael’s laugh rumbled across her skin before his teeth scraped over a tender nipple. She angled her head to watch and her gaze slid to the corner of the ceiling and the little red light glowing from the security camera. “What about the camera?” She had to know. “Noticed that, did you?” He laughed. “Let’s just say that you got two fantasies for the price of one and a memento to remember it by.” Anyone else might have been mortified their little encounter had been recorded, but he knew her too well. “You are a very naughty man, Michael.” He nuzzled her neck and licked a path to her ear. “And you, my wife, are a very dirty girl. Thank God.”

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About the Author Eve Cassidy was born and raised in the South, but her adventurous spirit has led her to various places around the world, thanks to her time in the military. Those experiences gave her an eye-opening education about a variety of cultures and people, and it was during that time she discovered her interest in the dark and erotic that now weaves its way into her stories. Now as a work-from-home writer, she has returned to her small hometown in the South. She spends her days in front of a computer writing steamy and often kinky adventures she hopes readers will enjoy as much as she does.

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