Spankable Susan (3 page)

“While I appreciate your desire to have some erotic authors in the house, how do you know you can trust us?” Jayha asked.

“You are a worthy adversary, Ms. Leigh.”

“I am, but don’t let the innocent act the other chicks are putting on fool you. They’re straight badass.”

“Noted. The five-star hotel business is an exclusive industry, meaning there are few secrets among us. When I saw your names, I couldn’t help but think that women bold enough to get kicked out of Vegas were women I needed to meet.”

***

Smacking her hand to her head, Jayha moaned. Oh. My. Damn. “A BDSM workshop in the fucking middle of Denmark, and we happen to walk right in on it.”

“Do you want to find someplace else?” Reana asked.

“Um, no. In case you’ve missed it, this fucking lodge rocks, and it looks like the ushering in of another Ice Age out there. I’m staying my Southern ass right here,” Jayha said. It’s a good thing we’re all leather whores and allowed Yazmin to talk us into investing in a few more pair of ‘fuck me or fuck somebody up’ boots because anything we wear with those are going to roooooooock,” Jayha said.

“Damn right,” Shara said as she twirled about in her borrowed leather outfit. “I might not steal their towels, but I hope they don’t think they’re getting this back. My ass looks fabulous in this skirt.”

“Try and behave tonight,” Jayha pleaded. “I already saved y’all from Danish prison once today.”

“We’ll be good. Now come on, I want to pick out the Dane I’m going to wear,” Laura said as she hurried them out of the room.

***

“It’s not polite to stare,” Jayha reminded the chicks as yet another wave of leather-clad hotties passed by them.

“Yeah, well, it’s not polite to be that fucking hot and expect us not to,” Raelynn said. Seeing Shara’s eyes light up, she attempted to get in a preemptive objection. “We’re on vacation, so don’t even think it about calling a challenge,” she said.

“Don’t care. Not only am I calling challenge, I’m putting a twist on it,” Shara announced.

“And what would be the twist?” Reana asked.

“Considering the proprietors’ sense of humor”—they’d discovered that TresNi was Danish for sixty-nine—“and how they’re all amped to meet erotic authors, let’s give them more erotica than they can handle. Instead of talking about our stories, let’s tell them a story. Whoever gets a couple to come first from the telling of their story wins.”

“What do we win?” Jeanie asked.

“Winner gets to pick the spot for the next Posse adventure…and I’ll write them a story of their choice featuring any kind of hero they want. Who’s in?” Shara asked.

Being that Shara had pretty much written all of them custom stories, no one was going to back out of a chance to get another custom story. Everyone was in. It was going to be an interesting adventure.

Chapter One

May in North Carolina sparkled after the seemingly constant downpour of the April rains. Big verdant leaves waved lazily to Susan McMartin from outside the paned windows of her bedroom on the second floor of their condo. She sighed and licked her curvy cherry-glossed lips. From this position, she could only make out the branch of the thick oak tree in the front of their rectangular thatch of yard, but she smiled. Funny how water made everything seem new and clean—even if it wasn’t.

Sighing again against the wet sounds of Devin’s lips nipping at her tender folds, Susan trembled. Lying flat on her back, her knees bent and thighs spread wide, Susan looked through half-opened eyes, down the expanse of her soft stomach to his thatch of damp, dark brown curls hanging over his forehead. Devin slurped her drenched nether lips, devouring her feminine nectar like a man starved.

“Oh, nice,” she purred, closing her eyes and relishing the pleasurable flow coursing through her. God, her husband’s mouth could make a harpy shriek in pure, unadulterated joy.

Susan twirled a corkscrew curl around her finger again and again, feeling the silky strands glide between her digits in cadence with Devin’s mouth. Her hum meshed with the air conditioner’s, and together they managed to keep her mind from spiraling out of control. With her left hand, she squeezed the pointy tip of her breast in time to Devin’s lick against her engorged love button. Even with her eyes closed, she could see the devious look on his face as he ate her pussy. He drifted down to her tight love box. Each lunge of his tongue into her moist cove forced her humming to rush. Then he’d slow down and lazily push his tongue up to her clit and tease it a bit.

Their queen-size bed took up most of the room, and through the bedroom window, slivers of sunlight splayed across her torso and the ivory sheet underneath. In ripples that caressed her being, Susan felt her legs fall even further apart. And like Devin’s casual and unhurried lapping of her shaved mound, a deliberate burn grew ever more intense. She lifted her hips higher, spread her lush thighs wider, and pinched her nipple harder. All humming halted as the rising flames blossomed outward. Oh yeah, she was about to come.

Her eyes flapped open, and she sucked in a sliver of Devin’s groan.

“Devin,” she breathed and swallowed hard.

Sweat glistened and bubbled across her nude body. Each breath raised another tide of forceful pleasure, her pussy vibrating in response to the manipulations of his mouth.

“Eat it!” she said, grinding it out against her teeth. “Eat my pussy!”

Obeying her, Devin sucked her sensitive button between his heavenly lips and sucked it like one would the bud of a delectable fruit. She gasped. He released it, and her nostrils flared as the next tidal wave slammed through her body. Her breathing hitched as the flood kept coming. Wave upon wave, she could hardly catch her breath until what little whisper of oxygen she possessed was ripped out of her along with the orgasm.

When she could at last form audible and coherent words, she pressed her hand to her heart and tried to calm its gallop. With her hair sprawled across the sheet and the body rush cooling, she panted. “Damn. Good!”

Devin leaned back onto his heels and smiled. He planted a soft kiss on each knee and stood up. Licking his lips as if he’d just eaten the best meal he’d ever had, he put those fiery blue eyes on her. He wiped his brow with the back of his forearm and blew out a smile.

“Like that?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “Hell yeah!”

He laughed and climbed onto the bed beside her. His scent enveloped her seconds before he did. Those lovable arms had held her for the last six years, and she never tired of them. He smelled like sweat, soap, and sex. Her sex. He bent down and kissed her hard on the mouth, and held still as she licked his lower lip, tracing the outline of his mouth with her tongue, tasting the faint trace of her nectar and becoming more aroused as she did so.

She moaned and withdrew, falling back on the bed with a soft
thud
.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but you know what I want,” Devin said, the glint in his eyes glowing as his smirk grew broader.

The soft smile on her face grew wider still.

“Now, Devin, what would your brother say if he found out you did this to your wife?” She giggled and rolled over to her side and fingered her nipple.

His eyes studied her taut peak and deep chocolate point. Devin ran his fingers through his dark hair and said, “Well, Dillon is all caught up with my soon-to-be sister-in-law, and I’m almost sure he isn’t thinking about what we’re doing.”

“And how would you know?” she said, pinching her tight left tip and whimpering as another ripple plowed through her.

“He
is
my brother,” Devin said, the heat from his mounting desire reducing his voice to a husky tenor. “And Shauna’s not what we’d call ugly.”

Shauna and Dillon had just text messaged about their recent trip to Texas only an hour before she and Devin headed upstairs. They planned to go visit her brother-in-law and his bride for their wedding in about four months. Four years of dating would finally end with them tying the knot in Atlanta amidst what Devin had taken to calling the fall party of the year.

Devin sat up and stretched his legs out, letting his feet hang over the edge of the bed. Susan rose up on her elbow and rested her head on her hand beside him. Her eyes took in her husband’s lithe body. The brush of brunette hair sprinkled across his muscular chest and tapered down to a small trail that led right down his tightly corded abdomen’s landscape and on to his thick forest of soft hair. Jutting out impatiently from the thatch of hair, his thickening cock beckoned to her.

“Oh, and what do you think I am?” she teased him and cupped her breast. Lifting it to her mouth, she licked the tip, flicked it several times with her tongue, but kept her gaze on him.

Devin laughed. “Naughty, naughty Susie Q.”

Susan sat upright and put both her hands in between her thighs, feeling her dampness renew from the zeal in her husband’s voice. He hoisted himself up to a sitting position. Slipping off the bed, Devin disappeared from her vision.

But she could still
hear
him. Behind her, he moved some items around. He liked to keep her in anxious arousal, not knowing when the first
whack
of his hand would land, solid and square, against her bottom. That knowledge didn’t stay her hand from inching fully between her thighs and parting her slick folds. She closed her eyes and wished with all her might he’d hurry up.

“Now, baby, it’s time to pay up,” he said and made her pant in desire all the more.