Ain't Misbehaving (41 page)
Authors: Shelley Munro
Tags: #contemporary romance, #New Zealand, #anthology
Ferocious heat grabbed her, twisting through her body and consuming her. Energy coiled in her belly and her tiny nubbin spasmed beneath her stroking fingers. Whimpers she couldn’t contain squeezed past her lips.
“No more, babe. You’re too close.” Shane opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. “Kelvin on the bed. Marie, go on top of him and take him inside you but don’t move a muscle once he’s inside. I want us to come when we’re all touching.”
“I knew you liked touching me,” Kelvin said.
Shane pumped the top of the lube bottle and coated his cock until it glistened. “Fuck you,” he muttered, a tinge of color creeping across his cheekbones.
“Promises, promises,” Kelvin said, winking at her. He sprawled out on the bed and grinned. “I’m ready, sweetheart.”
“Glad to hear it,” Shane said.
Marie just shook her head and crawled over Kelvin until she straddled his body. She grasped Kelvin’s cock and couldn’t resist bending to bathe it with the heat of her mouth. Flames of passion flickered in his eyes, increasing when she gently scored his balls with her fingernails. Her vagina clenched with fresh hunger and she knew Shane was right. If either of them touched her or gave her too much stimulation she’d shatter.
She released Kelvin’s cock after giving the head a last lazy lick. “Will you spank me if I disobey?”
“Yeah, you’d like that,” Kelvin said. “I’ve seen how hot it makes you.”
“Another day,” Shane said. “Hurry up. I need to work your ass a bit before we get this show on the road.”
Marie lifted up and guided Kelvin’s cock to her entrance. Slowly she impaled herself, savoring the stretch as he filled her. When she was fully seated they were both breathing hard. Marie’s head fell back and her eyes fluttered closed to concentrate on the thick wedge of pleasure suffusing her body.
“That’s it, babe.”
She felt Shane’s hand caress her ass.
“Bend forward for me,” Shane instructed.
“Come kiss me, sweetheart, while Shane does his magic.”
Eyes still closed, she leaned forward, blindly seeking his mouth. She felt the throbbing of his cock and knew he was as turned-on as her. Their lips moved lazily together, each going slow, trying to keep the sensual heat at an even level rather than ramping it up.
She felt Shane’s fingers drift across her puckered entrance. He kissed one butt cheek while he fingered her, letting her relax. The cool sensation of the lube did nothing to quell the heat. She quivered as slowly he worked her, pushing past the ring of muscle and filling her. She sighed against Kelvin’s mouth, positive it would feel better yet. One finger became two, pushing her to the edge of pain.
“Steady, sweetheart. Almost there,” Shane whispered.
“You feel so good, Marie. Wet and hot. Perfect,” Kelvin said.
Marie breathed through the discomfort, listening to both men as they praised her, touched and caressed her body.
Finally, Shane removed his fingers and applied more lube before lining up his cock. Taking his time he pushed into her in small degrees until he was fully seated.
“Damn, I can feel you against my cock,” Kelvin said. “Incredible.”
And it was. Amazing. The erotic assault on her body made her quiver. There was a little pain but she’d never felt closer to her two lovers than in this moment. They set up a slow rhythm with one thrusting while the other retreated. Her pulse spiked sharply and she started unraveling, coming apart in their arms.
“How close are you, Shane?” Kelvin asked through gritted teeth.
“Real close. Marie, should I rub your clit?” Shane purred in her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Kelvin stroked, filling her deeply. Shane withdrew and surged inside again to finger her slippery clit. Marie gasped, heat and pressure rampaging through her with each slap of flesh against flesh.
“Oh hell.” Kelvin’s entire body shuddered and she felt the abrupt contractions as he came. Shane thrust into her and rubbed her nub. Seconds later she exploded, her pussy rippling around Kelvin’s cock as blistering waves took her. Shane rocked his pelvis forward and with a raw and guttural cry came, his cock jerking in rapid contractions.
Shane’s arms wrapped around them both, hugging her and Kelvin before he pulled away. He walked into the bathroom and she heard running water. She clambered off Kelvin, leaning forward to kiss him. Not long after Shane returned with a damp cloth. They cleaned up and fell onto the mattress with Shane on one side of her and Kelvin on the other.
“I love you both,” she said. Happiness soared when they both rolled into her, sandwiching her between them, masculine arms coming around to wrap them into one. Friends and lovers. If they could keep talking and communicate their needs, she knew they’d have a good future ahead, and quite frankly, she couldn’t wait. It wasn’t often a girl managed to find two great men who loved her and each other. This would be a summer to remember and one they would recall with pleasure in the future. Summer had never been so hot and that was just the way Marie liked it.
The End
Fringe Benefits
Copyright © 2014 Shelley Munro
ISBN: 978-0-473-30572-7
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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WILD CHILD
Shelley Munro
Zoe Underwood is one sexy disruption
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From the moment her father married Matt’s mother, Zoe has tempted Matt Cantrell with her seductive curves and driven him crazy with her flirting and provocative manner. The thing is they have no future because Zoe is his stepsister. Determined to dodge trouble, accountant Matt leaves Auckland to live and work in the Gold Coast of Australia. A sea between them should do the trick and let him move forward without the “Zoe” distraction in his life.
Matt Cantrell is one stubborn dude
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No one presses Zoe’s buttons like the tall, dark and gorgeous Matt. In fact, every other man pales in comparison. One last play. Zoe decides to invade Matt’s beachside territory and make her move before another clever woman snaps him up. She’ll bust through emotional walls and push boundaries. By the time she’s finished, Matt won’t know what hit him. Yes. Good or bad, she’ll stir things up and take a chance on love.
Matt Cantrell frowned when he pushed open the front door of his Gold Coast beachside house. He was certain he’d locked it before he left for work. Positive.
It wasn’t locked now.
Adrenaline rising, he reached around the corner and flicked on a light, scanning the wide spaces of the open-plan room. The trail of feminine apparel littering the tiled floor erased the scowl from his forehead. Marisa had apparently recovered from her sulk over his having to work late and cancel their date. A slow, satisfied grin curled his lips as he shut the door. Maybe showing her where he kept the spare key hadn’t been a mistake. A bout of hot sex was exactly what he needed to unwind.
He took half a step toward the bedroom, pausing to scoop up a shoe. When he fingered the flimsy leather straps, his smile turned feral. Damn, he’d thought he was in for months of empty-bed syndrome. With his current workload, he didn’t have time to find a replacement. He picked up the shoe’s mate and set them down, out of the way. The hair scrunchie came as a bit of a surprise. Marisa didn’t like to wear her hair loose and always wore it up in a fussy style he wasn’t game to touch. He registered the bright jewel colors of the scrunchie next and a soft whistle broke the silence. The visit was definitely impulsive. His cock pulled tight in pure anticipation and an appreciative smile bloomed. Spontaneous didn’t describe Marisa either, but this time he’d go with the flow.
The phone rang. He detoured to grab it, his impatient gaze on his bedroom door.
“Matt Cantrell.” He toed off his shoes and juggled the phone while he bent to yank off his socks.
“Matthew, thank goodness you’re home.” His mother’s anxious voice poured down the line. Alarm bells clanged. Matthew straightened in concern. The time difference between New Zealand and Australia meant it was late in Auckland. Too late for his mother to ring. “Mum? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, Matthew. It’s Zoe. She’s gone!”
“Gone where?” His breath eased out in relief. A storm in a teacup. Zoe was always testing parental boundaries. This time wouldn’t be any different. He shook his head, thinking about his feisty sister. Stepsister, actually, since they weren’t related in any way. They’d become a blended family when his mother and her father had fallen in love and married. Not that he’d spent much time with his new stepsister since he’d already left home when Zoe and her father came on the scene. Prior to his mother’s remarriage, he’d started work at a large accounting firm in central Auckland and had already moved into a flat with three of his friends. Now he lived and worked in Australia.
“We don’t know where Zoe is. We haven’t seen her since the day before yesterday,” his mother wailed.
“She’ll come round,” he said, wondering how soon he could join Marisa in his king-size bed. He didn’t want to think about Zoe. Hell, he tried not to think about her. The eight-year gap was a big one despite his sister’s maturity.
Stepsister
, he reminded himself tartly. They weren’t related. “She’s probably staying with university friends.”
His mother sighed. “That’s what we argued about. She dropped out of university. Says she doesn’t want to be a teacher anymore. And she’s running with a wild crowd. I’m sure she’s sleeping with one of them. She came home with bruises all over her neck.”
Hickeys? Matt’s hand gripped the phone so hard his knuckles whitened. He’d moved across the Tasman Sea to avoid temptation—the siren lure cast by Zoe. He snorted inwardly. And the joke was his stepsister had no idea. He cleared his throat. “What do you want me to do?”
“I wondered if you’d heard from her.”
Not likely given the taut atmosphere between them the last time they’d met. “I haven’t seen Zoe since before Christmas. She told me off because I couldn’t make it home more often.”
His mother laughed—a forced chortle, but at least she sounded more in control. “She was furious with you and sulked for days.”
“Which makes it unlikely I’d hear from her,” he said in an even tone, ignoring the fact that she had filled his thoughts every day since.
“I know, but it was worth a try. Matt, I’m so worried. Since Christmas, she’s been acting very strangely. Ring me if you hear from her.”
“Sure, Mum. Don’t worry. She’s an adult. You have to let her make her own decisions. Her own mistakes.” Shit, he didn’t want to think about her. And definitely not as an adult. Thoughts of adults led to thinking of the things they did. Together. Hell, he’d thought he was over this thing for her. A hickey for God’s sake. A hickey implied more togetherness than he was comfortable knowing about his stepsister’s love life.
“Matt? Are you there?”
“Yeah, sorry. I’m working long hours.” A yawn punctuated his statement, adding a slice of reality to his words.
“Go to bed, dear.”
“Good idea,” he said, relaxing a little at the idea of Marisa waiting for him. Naked. Warm, willing feminine flesh. Maybe he could hold his fatigue at bay for long enough to enjoy Marisa.
After promising again to contact his parents if Zoe rang, he hung up. He rotated one shoulder, aware of the tension inside, and groaned, a low, pained sound. He’d wanted Zoe in a sexual way since the day of her nineteenth birthday. Like a bolt of lightning, the hunger had hit him without warning, bringing confusion and guilt. The feeling hadn’t abated and was just as strong three years later. And still forbidden.
A sea between them wasn’t helping. Perhaps he’d try London. Maybe an ocean or two would do the trick.
Matt stared at a silky black top. He picked it up and rubbed the sumptuous material between his fingers. Suddenly, his tiredness dropped away. He loosened his tie and tugged it off, draping it over the back of a cream leather chair along with Marisa’s top. He undid the buttons on his pale blue business shirt with nimble fingers. The shirt joined the top and tie. He slipped into his bedroom.
Total darkness shrouded the room, the whisper of breathing the only audible noise. Matt smiled. After stripping his trousers and boxer shorts off and placing them beside the bed, he tugged back the covers and crawled into bed. Marisa lay on her side, facing away from him. He slid closer, smoothing his hand across her shoulder. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her bare back. She smelled of flowers—carnations to be exact. Nice. Different from Marisa’s usual spicy perfume. He liked this one much better.
When he nuzzled behind her ear, she stirred with a sleepy sigh. Smiling, he kissed the smooth skin and stroked his hand down her arm and across her hip. She murmured again, starting to rouse. Good, ‘cause he was definitely beginning to stir, his cock pressing insistently against her curvy backside. Time to rev up this interlude. He slipped a finger into the valley between her butt cheeks and traced a path to her pussy. Her warm flesh parted. She sighed and spread her legs a fraction, just enough for him to graze his finger across her clitoris. She moved again, pressing her luscious ass against his swollen cock. Marisa had put on a bit of weight. He liked it. With soft, gentle strokes, he massaged her until the tiny bud swelled. Marisa stirred again and froze. Then, she let out a shriek loud enough to wake the dead in the local cemetery and leapt from the bed.
