Pleasure Bound - Complete (75 page)

A Hero Wanted

Published by Spunky Girl Publishing

Copyright 2015 by Jan Springer

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Cover Art by Talina Perkins ~ Bookin’ It Designs

Edited by Amelia S. Black

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Creative Note

This is a work of fiction. Characters, places, settings and events presented in this book are purely of the author’s imagination and bear no resemblance to any actual person, living or dead or to any actual events, places and/or settings.

Chapter One

Hideaway, Maine USA

In the not too distant future…

Jenna MacLean trembled with excitement as her ex-boyfriend Sully Hero sauntered toward where she sat on her lace-canopied, four-poster bed. His six-foot, naked, muscular body appeared tense and his huge cock was fully engorged, ready to impale her.

Behind him she spotted another man silhouetted against the rose-patterned wallpaper watching her. His features were blurry, his identity not yet recognizable But she knew the other man would be just as well-hung, just as eager to please her.

Oh,
yes! Come to me!

Reaching between her legs, she found her ultra-sensitive clit and massaged it, allowing both men to watch.

Sexy sparks of need flashed through Sully’s green gaze and his cock blushed a deep shade of purple—his smooth, mushroom-shaped cock head looked angry and just as purple as it thrust itself from its sheath.

She could smell him. An erotic masculine scent that played havoc with her senses. Made her crave the wicked pleasures he gave so willingly.

Heavy, tortured breaths shot through the air as he stood over her bed, his hand stroking the massive eight-inch length of his silk-encased cock.

Stroking. Touching. Preparing.

Oh! She’d craved to have Sully back in her life for so long.

Her breathing quickened, met his in the same wicked quick tempo. His erection seemed so unbelievably long. Longer than she remembered. Thick as sin. Ready to pleasure her.

Her finger moved frantically over her slippery, achy clit, Erotic pleasure spiraled around her, making her whimper and squirm as both men watched.

Desperate hunger blazed across Sully’s handsome face. The sight made her cry out her own want.

“I let you get away from me too many times, Jenna,” he growled. “It won’t happen again. Once you’ve been initiated into the Ménage Club you’ll never leave me.” The passion searing his voice made her believe he would stay with her forever. Never leave her again.

His mention of the notorious Ménage Club made shivers of delight shoot through her. The club specialized in bringing couples back together, couples who would otherwise never do so on their own. Couples like Sully and her.

Sully and the man in the background moved closer. Moved toward her like wild predators surrounding their mate. Each ready to take her.

Muscles in their broad chests rippled, tanned muscles in their arms bulged as they both continued to rub their engorged cocks.

The mattress shifted beneath her as the two men came upon her bed.

Her breath quickened. She’d waited so long for this. Waited too long!

“Okay, what else should I put down in the want ad?”

Jenna MacLean blinked herself out of the fantasy and found her best friend, twenty-five-year-old Meemee Caldwell, staring at her with blue-gray eyes that glittered with such excitement Jenna had to force herself to steady her breath as she focused her attention back to the white napkin set on the table in front of them.

“What have we got so far?” Jenna asked, trying hard to ignore how husky her voice sounded.

Meemee grimaced. Her wine-colored lips dipped into a frown and her straight golden-colored blonde hair swung over her shoulders as she looked down at the napkin she’d been using to write Jenna’s boyfriend wanted ad.

“‘A Hero Wanted. White picket fence type gal wants a man who loves to walk in the rain.’ What else?” Meemee said.

“Okay… I want him to have a nice sense of humor. Must be gentle and caring. Also white picket fence material.”

Meemee rolled her eyes, opened her mouth, pretended to stick her finger down her throat and made a gagging sound. “Oh, come on. If you want humor, gentle and caring, and a fenced yard, get yourself a Saint Bernard dog.”

Jenna giggled. “Don’t take it so seriously, Meems. We’re only pretending.”

“Me? Serious? Oh, please. Never. You know me better than that. I am the last person on this earth who’d take anything serious. I’m just curious about what kind of guy would rip your soul apart. What kind of man makes your heart pound? Your legs weaken? Makes your pussy scream for his cock. Oh, shit, I forgot to write down he has to be well-hung. He has to have the tool to do the job, am I right?”

Definitely well-hung. Jenna nodded in agreement as Meemee began writing again.

“And make his cock at least eight inches long, two inches thick.”

“Now you’re talking, Jen. Give me more. Give me your
heart
.”

Meemee gazed at her with such sweet desperation that it made Jenna a bit uneasy. Meems was definitely looking at this too seriously. But what the heck did it matter? No one would see it. It was just something to pass the time, something to giggle over on their weekly girls’ night out.

“So? What do you want in a man, Jen? Spill it.”

“I want…” Gosh, what did she want?

She looked around the cozy western-themed room. It was decorated with several large wagon wheels on the ceiling, rough-hewn, pine-planked walls and tiny, flickering oil lamps set in the middle of white and red checkered cloth-covered square tables. A rustic red-bricked fireplace complete with a black cauldron hung over flickering blue-yellow flames. Nestled in a corner, totally out of its element sat a Fifties-style jukebox, blasting out a Shania Twain tune.

Jenna’s mouth watered at the tantalizing scents of frying burgers and baking pepperoni pizza. She focused her attention to the two sexy bartenders pouring drinks behind the nearby mahogany bar—in particular to the tall, muscular, brown-haired hunk.

A familiar yearning started deep down in her lower belly.

She wanted
him
. She wanted Sully Well-Hung Hero. But he was off-limits. He’d made his decision about their relationship when he’d walked out on them over four years ago to join NASA’s newly formed Hyperspace program. Despite the fact that he had abandoned her, she just couldn’t stop herself from coming to his damn bar and getting her eye-candy fix of him every week since he’d come back to town.

Wow, did she have a problem with torturing herself or what?

“Green eyes,” she mumbled as she kept an eye on Sully.

The son of a bitch appeared to be flirting with some perfectly thin, leggy, blonde bitch as he poured her a drink from behind the bar. The blonde laughed at something he said and her irritating voice grated along Jenna’s nerves, making that familiar, awful jealousy she hated so much spring through her like a heated torch.

He’d been back in town for a month and hadn’t so much as taken the time to say anything more than a formal hello whenever she and Meems came into his newly purchased bar on their weekly jaunt. Not that she expected him to say much to her. Especially after the way they’d left things in the past.

“And he should be clean-cut, have dark brown, short hair…a homebody…maybe a guy who looks like Orlando Bloom.” Or Sully. “But he has to be a guy who wants to settle down.”

Somebody totally the opposite of Sully.

Maybe she should find a guy not as good-looking as him. A guy who didn’t capture every red-blooded woman’s attention whenever he passed them on the street. The attention he got from gorgeously sexy women made her feel as if she were not good enough for him simply because he was physically fit and she wasn’t.

Her pulse quickened at the sight of Sully’s shoulder muscles rippling beneath the tight, black, muscle T-shirt that said in bold, white lettering across his wide chest
Sully’s Bar & Grill
.

She could still remember how hard those tanned muscles felt beneath her exploring fingertips when they’d made love. How his groans of arousal had made her feel so powerful. Had made her blush as her insecurities about being too overweight to attract such a gorgeous hunk always seemed to blossom whenever she’d been naked with him.

“Okay, so I gather you’re stuck about what to put down. How about sexually? Do you want sex gentle or untamed with your man?”

“Depends on our mood. One thing for sure is I want him sexually adventurous so he can teach me to be the same way,” Jenna replied, ripping her gaze from Sully and back to her friend.

“Sexually adventurous trainer wanted.” Her friend nodded her approval as she wrote it down on the napkin.

Oh, why couldn’t she look more like Meems? Meemee was curvy, svelte, blonde and so very pretty with her big blue eyes and a gorgeous body that attracted delicious-looking hunks who seemed to flutter around her like butterflies. Hunks she used to satisfy herself with sexually and then casually tossed aside.

Although Meemee had never told her, Jenna suspected her friend had the hots for Tony, their lifelong friend and Sully’s part-time bartender and best friend.

Tony’s sharp angular features, short, feathery black hair and bronzed skin didn’t betray his Greek heritage. He was also the man who had created and owned the Ménage Club. It wasn’t just a swinger’s club where men and women ventured to for sex. It was a relationship club. A place where couples could face their worst fears, and Jenna knew she had some issues she wouldn’t mind working on.

Gosh! They were both so pathetic in drooling over men they couldn’t have. Try as they might not to venture into Sully’s bar, one or the other always mentioned it after they’d seen their weekly movie or after a shopping spree. “And he has to be romantic. Sex toys would be nice too. He’s got to like sex toys.”

“Sex toys. Now you’re talking, woman,” Meemee giggled, and kept writing, leaving Jenna to remember the first time Sully had mentioned they should try toys to allow them to enjoy sex in a different, exciting way. Back then, though, she’d been unable to accept them as a natural part of their relationship. She’d been so inexperienced. Insecure and no confidence in herself as a woman. Back then she hadn’t been able to understand how Sully had even been attracted to her with her size eighteen, sometimes twenty, sometimes sixteen-sized body.

She’d had big breasts, a wide waist and a nice big butt. Yet he’d pursued her. She’d been twenty and he’d been twenty-one. Sully had been her first lover and after their breakup, he hadn’t been her last. She’d slept with two more guys. Guys she’d cared about. They just hadn’t been as passionate in bed or as tender as Sully.

Jenna sighed.

Saying no to sex toys with Sully had been a big mistake. It had been an even bigger slip-up letting him go so easily. But back then she’d adopted her grandmother’s frame of mind that a couple in love didn’t need arousal by artificial stimulation. That their bodies should have been enough to keep each other satisfied. On top of that, his mention of sex toys had made her feel insecure about her sexuality. Made her think if she was truly satisfying him in bed, as he’d said, he wouldn’t be thinking of other ways to get aroused.

As she’d grown older though, her craving to have Sully back had changed her tastes and her beliefs. She’d begun to realize she’d taken on her grandmother’s excess baggage where sex was concerned. She’d stifled her own natural need to explore her sexuality.

Now that her grandparents were dead and she was finally out from under their overly strict rules and living on her own, Jenna felt more open to new ideas about sex. Okay, so she was a lot more open to sex and what it stood for in a loving relationship.

“And he’s got to be into anal play,” Jenna whispered, trying out the new territory on her friend. To her surprise, Meemee held a straight face as she kept pen to napkin.

“And he has to be interested in light bondage.”

Meemee looked up with a curious glint in her eyes. She remained serious.

“Meaning he has to like it on himself? Or on you?”

“Both of us.”

Meems nodded. “Nice. Very nice. Hero has to be into mutual light bondage.”

“Definitely ménages…to keep the sex life spicy,” Jenna continued as her thoughts flew back to the exclusive Ménage Club. Indiscreet research through friends had revealed the secret club consisted of a group of men and women who swore troubled couples could get together again with the help of a third.

“Ménages are welcome,” Meemee said as she wrote quickly. “What else?”

Jenna sighed and tried to put Sully out of her mind. It didn’t work. They’d fought much too often during their relationship. Broken up more times than she could count and now, years later, she was more than willing to join the Club. She wanted to watch the enjoyment flash across his face and watch his cock harden while another man pleasured her. She was willing to use the Club to patch things up between them and face her jealousies and insecurities. Unfortunately, now that her interest in sex had finally broken free, he’d lost interest in her.