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“It’s too damned cold to be out here without a coat or the warmth of a woman to mitigate the frigid temperature.”

Standing in the middle of their mother’s secluded gazebo watching the falling snow, Caine McGuire turned to face his older brother. Kristopher Macarik stood on the bottom step with a large mug in each hand. The muted sounds of holiday carols reached his ears from the big house several hundred yards down the snow-covered path. The extended family gathered there for the last of several holiday dinners before Christmas dinner at Kristopher’s father’s home.

He thought of the velvet jeweler’s box resting in the bottom of his suitcase. At the beginning of the year, he’d been foolish enough to think he would finally get to spend the holidays with the woman he loved. But she’d cured him of that delusion when he spoke to her two weeks earlier.

“Caine?”

Tearing his thoughts away from the sexy, full-figured woman he’d fallen for the moment he saw her, he shrugged. “The only woman I’m interested in mitigating anything with thinks I should be content to be her damned boy toy.”

“Thirty-five is hardly a boy, Caine.”

“Try telling her that.”

“Why don’t you show her?”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing by being here instead of with her?”

“Is it?”

Caine sighed. “What brings you out here?”

“Mom sent me out to bring your ass back inside.”

He shook his head. “I want to be alone to think.”

“It’s too damn cold out here to do anything but freeze without a heavy coat.” Kristopher walked up the remaining three steps and extended a mug.

Caine took it and tasted the contents. Hot chocolate liberally laced with brandy. Wrapping his bare cold hands around the mug, he finished the drink before he looked at his brother.

“She’s not interested in spending the holiday with you?” Kristopher asked.

He curled his top lip. “Oh she’s interested all right—as long as we spend it together some place where she doesn’t have to worry about meeting anyone she knows. God forbid those precious daughters of hers should discover she’s fucking a Native American male eleven years her junior. She’s afraid they’d think she’s a sex-starved cougar.”

Kristopher narrowed his gaze. “You make her sound prejudiced and more than a little shallow.”

As part of a large, mixed-race family, he and his brothers took any sign of prejudice very seriously. He shook his head. “She’s neither.”

“I thought not or she wouldn’t have been able to hold your heart captive for so long. But do you think she would have introduced you to her family by now if you were black?”

Caine hesitated. A picture of a pretty woman with smooth dark skin, large breasts and long legs formed in his mind. Her smile lit up the gloomiest day. Her low, seductive voice whispering in his ear as he drove his cock deep into her pussy or into her deliciously tight ass sent chills of delight through him. She managed to do all that while also satisfying his emotional need as no other woman had been able to.

“Probably not because she’s also hung up on the age difference,” he admitted.

Kristopher sighed. “The world is full of beautiful women who’ll love you just as you are. Maybe it’s time you moved on.”

Caine arched a brow. “And this from a man who’s spent countless years fucking women he doesn’t care about while refusing to tell the one woman he loves how he feels?”

Kristopher shook his head. “Shanise knows I love her,” he said.

“I wouldn’t count on that if I were you, Macarik.”

“She knows I love her.”

Caine had spent years wondering why Kristopher hadn’t married the girl next door he so clearly loved. “How? By wasting years of her life watching you dangle other women before her?”

“I do not and never have dangled any other woman before her!”

“Fine. Have it your way, but I’m telling you, Macarik. I would not count on her knowing anything but what your actions must surely say to her.”

Kristopher frowned. “Do you know something about her that I don’t, Caine?”

“No, but I’m fairly certain she’s not so sure that you love her. Remember she and I spend a lot of time out together when I can’t see Joya and she can’t see you. You know she wants marriage and kids yet you’ve done absolutely nothing to ensure she doesn’t have them with someone else.”

Kristopher inhaled slowly. “I have my reasons.”

“I know you do. What I can’t figure out is what they are. And neither can she. What are they? I know you like kids.”

“My reasons are my own,” he said.

“Okay, but shouldn’t you consider telling her before she falls for someone else? You know she’s been seeing her current man for several months now—exclusively.”

He watched Kristopher’s jaw clench. “I didn’t come out here for a discussion about my relationship with Shanise, Caine.”

“But do you really have one with her at the moment given how things seem to be heating up with her and this other man? Shouldn’t you consider doing something about that before it’s too late?”

“I don’t need any help with my love life.”

“Don’t you, Kristopher?”

“I’m not the one out here freezing his ass off. So if you were hoping to sidetrack me by talk of Shanise, you’re going to be disappointed. Do you know where your ladylove is? Your cell’s been ringing. I have a feeling it might be her.”

He’d left his cell phone in his coat pocket when he arrived an hour earlier. “She’s probably at your cabin. We were supposed to spend the holidays there. You don’t mind her using it alone?”

“So you’re not going to join her, Caine?”

A wave of physical need ate at him as he thought of giving up spending the next six nights in her arms and in her sweet, addictive pussy. “No.”

“Are you going to tell her you’re not coming?”

He shrugged. “I was due to arrive two days ago. She’s an intelligent woman. She’s probably figured out by now that I’m not coming. Do you mind her staying there alone?”

“No, but I think you should at least call her and tell her you’re not coming—while there’s still time for her to spend Christmas with her family.”

“She’s spent the last six years pissing all over me and giving me one damned excuse after another why I couldn’t meet her daughters. Fuck her! Maybe she can pick up another man to spend Christmas with at the nearest bar. If not, she can spend it by her damned self for all I care. Now I really want to be left alone.”

Kristopher sighed before he put the mug he held down on the railing. He removed his gloves and the sheepskin jacket he wore and thrust them at him.

Caine took them and slipped his arms inside the coat before pulling the gloves over his cold fingers.

“We’ll be sitting down to dinner soon. You know if you don’t come in for that, Mom will be out here herself.”

He shook her head. “Run interference for me with her, Kristopher.”

“I’ll try, but you know how she is about holiday dinners.”

“I’m not in the mood to celebrate.”

“You know where I am if you change your mind and need to talk,” Kristopher said.

“There’s nothing to discuss,” he said. “It’s time I took a leaf out of your book and went on a fucking rampage until Joya Fucking Vincent is an unpleasant memory.”

“Sounds good, Caine, except for one thing.”

“What’s that?”

Kristopher turned up the collar of his suit jacket. “I’ve never managed to vanquish Shanise from my heart or thoughts—no matter how many women I fucked. I have a feeling you won’t have any more luck with your Joya Fucking Vincent.” He turned and ran back to the house through the falling snow.

Alone again with dusk descending, Caine sat down.

Holiday Heat: Secret Lover is published by Marilyn Lee Unleashed

His, Hers or Theirs
—
A You Decide Confession
Excerpt

©
2013 Marilyn Lee

Kent Alexander

Seated in the back of a cab leaving Philadelphia International Airport, I reluctantly allowed my thoughts to turn to the events of the previous evening when desires I
’
d either long repressed or just hadn
’
t felt in years sprang to the surface demanding I acknowledge them.

I
’
d arrived in San Francisco a week earlier hoping to convince a group of wealthy investors to provide the needed capital to back the expansion of the small software company I
’
d started the year before. After three dinner meetings spent trying to tactfully evade two different investors
’
seduction attempts, I
’
d returned to my hotel room, knowing I
’
d wasted my time and efforts.

As I pulled on a pair of swimming briefs, I studied my reflection. There was nothing in the face staring back at me that would give anyone reason to suppose I
’
d engage in a homosexual relationship for the sake of my business or for any other damned reason.

I frowned. Those brief months during my senior year in college when I
’
d clearly lost my mind notwithstanding, I was not now nor had I ever been gay.

Annoyed, I went down to the hotel pool where I swam for half an hour before toweling dry and stretching out on one of two beach chairs isolated from the others. Just before twilight, a tall slender male with a towel wrapped around his waist, strolled along the pool deck towards me.

I lowered my lids and watched his approach. The lean-bodied male, who looked as young as my eighteen-year-old daughter, Cindi, had a blond Mohawk and green eyes. Ignoring the welcoming glances of several scantily clad women, as I
’
d known he would, he paused beside the chair next to me.
“
Is this taken?
”

I had no doubt that he was gay and on the prowl.
“
No.
”

The blond smiled.
“
Great. I
’
m Mark by the way.
”

“
Kent,
”
I responded and waited for the come-on I knew was coming.

He removed the towel from his waist and linked it around his neck before stretching his arms over his head.

The muscles in my gut tightened as I noted the head of his shaft protruding from the bottom of the tight, white briefs which hugged his lean, perfectly tanned body. After catching and holding my gaze for several moments, he flashed a slow, suggestive smile and half-turned.

I noted he had a cute, tight ass before he stretched out on the chair.

Aware of an immediate and unwanted attraction and the hardening of my cock, I pulled my towel up from the bottom of my chair. Draping it over my waist, I closed my eyes.
Keep it together, Alexander. In two days, you
’
ll be back in Philly and able to satisfy your hunger with Larrae.

Normally, thoughts of spending the night in the arms of the sassy woman with the soft, round brown curves and the husky voice I
’
d fallen for the moment I saw her made nonsense of thoughts of another lover holding my sexual attention. Still, I couldn
’
t deny the sight of the blonde
’
s uncut shaft had awakened a long forgotten hunger.

“
Damn, I
’
m feeling horny tonight. How about you, Kent?
”

I opened my eyes and turned to frown at him.
“
I beg your pardon?
”

“
Do you mind if I ask your culture?
”

I arched a brow.
“
I don
’
t recall expressing an interest in yours.
”

He shrugged.
“
Okay. Let me guess. With those sexy features and skin tone, you have to have some Indian blood in you. Am I right?
”

“
Indians are from India,
”
I said coolly.
“
I was born in Pennsylvania.
”

He held up a hand.
“
No offense, Kent. I meant Native American.
”

Telling myself I really have no reason to be annoyed, I inclined my head slightly.

“
In any case, those sexy brown eyes of yours are whispering to me that you
’
re a handsome brave in search of a tight ass to bang.
”
He smiled.
“
And I just happen to know where you can find one.
”

A tight ass to bang. Why the hell did the thought excite me?

Undaunted by my silence, he smiled and lifted the towel.

His briefs rested mid-thigh, revealing a small, uncut cock dripping precum. Keeping the towel raised above his groin to shield his state of arousal from the others around the pool, he turned onto his side.

Damn. He had a nice ass. Memories of taking my college roommate
’
s Jeff
’
s anal virginity one night when we
’
d both had too much to drink, assailed my senses and memory.

The blonde
’
s voice snapped me back to the present. I blinked and struggled to control my growing need.
“
What? What did you say?
”

“
How would you like to suck my cock before sliding yours up my hot, tight ass?
”

The enticing question and the thought of again enjoying the pleasure of fucking another male nearly overwhelmed me. But the man was probably a pro. That conviction, along with Cindi
’
s reaction if she ever discovered I
’
d had a sexual indiscretion with a man, provided the needed incentive to keep me from surrendering to lust.

Two years after our marriage ended, her mom had
“
come out
”
and taken a female lover. Shocked and angry, Cindi had only finally
“
forgiven
”
her mother three months before she died. The last thing she needed was thinking I was gay.

“
I
’
m not a cocksucker!
”
I snapped, rose, and walked away.

“
Your loss,
”
the man called.

“
In your dreams, little boy.
”
Back in my hotel room, I quickly undressed and lay across the bed. To my annoyance, thoughts of Jeff and the blonde I
’
d just walked away from intermingled in my mind. Unable to dismiss the thoughts, I went into the bathroom.

Closing my eyes, I attempted to lose myself in thoughts of Larrae while the cool water cascaded over my head. I pictured her lying naked with her long legs parted and waiting for me to drive my cock into her tight, wet pussy as I masturbated. Because I still found her as sexually attractive as I had the night we met, I came quickly.

After I ejaculated, I showered and sprawled across the bed. Lying there naked, struggling to keep my thoughts from the memories of the forbidden pleasures I
’
d shared with Jeff, my cell phone rang.

Recognizing Cindi
’
s ringtone, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and picked up the phone.
“
Hi sweetie.
”

“
Hey, Dad. How are the negotiations coming?
”

“
Lousy.
”
So lousy, in fact, they were dead.

“
But you
’
ll close the deal, Dad.
”

Her unwavering confidence touched me. I would close the deal
—
just not with the San Francisco bozos.
“
Thanks, honey. Now, enough about me and business. Let
’
s talk about you. How are you?
”

“
I
’
m fine.
”

“
How are your grandparents?
”

“
Great. A week ago, Moms woke up longing for home. Pops and I got on the internet and found some deals. Now we
’
re on our way to the airport to spend an entire month in the town Mom grew up in.
”

Damn. Her mother had been from North Africa. Although she
’
d been spending the summers in Florida with her maternal grandparents since her mother
’
s death four years earlier, we
’
d never been more than a six-hour plane ride from each other.

“
I
’
ll miss you.
”

“
I
’
ll miss you too, Dad.
”

“
I
’
ll call the bank and transfer spending money into your account.
”

“
Thanks, Dad. Remember me to Larrae.
”

“
I will, sweetie.
”

“
I love you.
”

“
I love you too. Have a safe trip.
”

“
I
’
ll call you when we arrive. Gotta go. Love you. Bye.
”

“
Bye.
”

After I
’
d transferred money from my personal account to hers, I called the airline and was lucky enough to get a seat on an earlier flight home. There was nothing in San Francisco but a temptation I didn
’
t need or want at the moment. I set my travel alarm and lay in the dark until I finally drifted into a series of erotic dreams where I greedily and happily fucked one naked male after another. In the middle of the night, I woke and masturbated in the shower before finally falling into a dreamless sleep.

* * *

The next morning while lying in bed, massaging my cock and balls, I did something I hadn
’
t done in years
—
allowed myself to remember Jeff
—
the only man I
’
d ever fucked.

During my senior year in college, while reeling from the discovery that a one-night stand had resulted in an unexpected and unwanted pregnancy, I
’
d shared an apartment with a high school friend, Jeff. Although I was neither financially nor emotionally ready to be a father, I was still saddened when she decided to terminate the pregnancy. After she had, I
’
d vowed to keep my dick in my pants.

That worked
—
until the night Jeff and I got pissy drunk. We woke up the next morning, hung over in bed. He lay on his stomach with his legs parted and I lay on top of him with my cock inches from his cum covered ass which looked as if it had been spanked and fucked. My cock and pubic hair were matted with dry cum. Although I couldn
’
t remember doing it, I
’
d clearly fucked him.

We were both horrified since neither of us was gay. When he pushed me off him, his hand brushed against my cock and balls. He made a small sound and then I felt his fingers caressing my dick and my balls.

A surge I couldn
’
t control thundered through me and I had to have him
—
again. I pushed him onto his back, stretched out on top of him and rubbed my cockhead against his asshole.

His, Hers or Theirs
—
A You Decide Confession
is published my Marilyn Lee Unleashed