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An Excerpt From: LOVE’S ALLY
Copyright © M.A. Ellis, 2007
All Rights Reserved,
Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Excerpt – Love’s Ally
Book Two in the Hot and
They drove in utter silence. She had no idea what he was
thinking but whatever it was, every so often his strong fingers would flex
around the steering wheel, which in turn had her nipples aching. She couldn’t
help but think how those hands had reputedly teased a large percentage of the
female tourists out of their clam diggers and halter tops. Out of sight, out
of mind, Tess ol’ girl. She let her eyes drift shut. Let him think I’m
asleep. They bumped along one of the old streets and the truck slowed.
Tessa had never been a squealer but she did just that when a
big hand unexpectedly palmed her breast. The truck lurched to a stop and a huge
weight pushed into her side. She opened her eyes to find Luke sound asleep,
head against her shoulder, his fingers plumping her breast. His heaviness
pressed her back between the steering wheel and rock-hard biceps of Tom’s right
arm. She looked up into his face, a contrast of shadows and light in the glow
of the dashboard. Was that spark in his eyes real or just wishful thinking? His
eyes were staring at her chest and Tessa’s breasts swelled beneath Luke’s
slender fingers.
“Well…” she said on an intake of breath, waiting for someone
to move. “When I dreamed of being in the middle of a
Tom watched Luke’s hand knead Tessa’s breast, his thumb brush
back and forth, before it fell limply to the seat. He couldn’t drag his gaze
from the tight little peak straining against the fabric of her top. He’d done pretty well ignoring those breasts
before tonight. Oh, he’d noticed them at the Labor Day bash for sure. She’d had
on a hot little baseball tee that advertised the fact tequila had been helping
women lower their standards for years. It had hugged her ample bosom like a
second skin. He’d tried not to stare like some of the other guys had but he’d
thought about them later that evening when he’d hit the shower. And a few other nights to boot.
Tonight his periphery had caught all the little bounces and
wiggles every time the truck hit a bump. When he had turned onto Market and its
historic brick streets, he’d had to grip the wheel with both hands to keep from
touching her as his brother, lucky bastard that he was, even in sleep, just
had. He looked on as Luke’s head nuzzled against her chest.
“You thinking about pushing him off you anytime soon?” he
asked harshly, turning off the engine. “Or should I just leave you two alone?”
He was suddenly having a hard time ignoring that threesome comment and he
shifted uncomfortably.
“In case you haven’t noticed…” shithead, her
hesitation implied, “my arm’s stuck underneath him.”
There it was. That warning tone she was renowned for. He
ought to throw it right back into her pretty little face. She seemed to be
taking his brother’s groping pretty well. “Lean up,” he said instead.
He pulled his arm out from under her, grabbed Luke’s shoulder
and pushed him unceremoniously toward
the door. He slid to one side, his head dropping backward. She hadn’t moved,
just stayed in that half-reclined position. If he were naked, all those springy
little curls would be teasing his cock, which was pressing painfully against
his zipper. Where had that thought come from?
Tom studied her. She didn’t look angry now. She was staring
at his mouth as if it held the secrets of the universe. When her full lips
parted, he couldn’t pass up the silent invitation. He reached down and unhooked
her seat belt with one hand, tilted the wheel up with the other, then effortlessly
pulled her up and onto his lap. Pure masculine pleasure shot through him at her
shocked expression. He imagined few people were able to elicit that response
from her.
They were on eye level but the darkness was obscuring. He
couldn’t see her eyes clearly but the sound of her rapid breathing was
encouraging. She definitely wasn’t as detached as she might like to pretend,
which was good, because neither was he. He ought to take the time to work her
up slowly. He was an infinitely patient man but he couldn’t wait to touch her.
He cupped her breast, the peak poking into his palm.
“Hard as a marble,” he said, brushing his thumb lightly over
the center and moving his head to her neck. “Remind me to thank Luke for his
assistance.”
He felt her stiffen and gently nipped her neck as he tweaked
the hard bud. Whatever she was about to say died on a quiet moan.
Her fingers threaded through his hair and she tugged, the
light pressure of her nails against his scalp sending a bolt of lust directly
to his cock. He could feel her pulse against his lips and ran the tip of his
tongue up and down.
“Come back up here. I want to kiss you,” she demanded.
“Is that part of your fantasy?” he asked, ignoring her
request. He dipped into the hollow of her throat and licked lazy circles on the
sensitive skin. His teeth grazed her collarbone and he was rewarded with her
shiver.”
I don’t fantasize about you,” she said, tipping her head back
with a turn, offering the other side to his trailing lips. He worked
open-mouthed kisses up to her ear.
“Not me, huh? So which of my brothers get to be the lucky
members of your little three-way, sweetheart?” He shifted his fingers to the
buttons of her shirt. “Are you lusting after your best friend’s man, Tessa?” He
felt her bristle in his arms and wondered if he’d hit a nerve. This time, when
she tightened her fingers, he let her pull his head away.
She narrowed her eyes and studied him for longer than he
liked. He waited for her legendary tongue-lashing but instead she offered him a sexy smile.
“Maybe I’m just hot for my best friend. The fact she’d bring
along your hunk of a brother would be the big fat maraschino cherry on the
sundae of lust.”
She wasn’t serious. Was she? He could easily block out any
images of his brother and Marissa together but throw the woman wiggling on his
lap into the equation and a tableau of tangled limbs, full pink lips and sultry
hazel eyes blurred his vision and had blood rushing to every pulse point in his
body.
“I just felt your cock leap at the thought,” she said, a
controlling edge in her voice that he was quickly learning to discern. She was
good at the art of deflection, he’d give her that.
“You’re lying,” he challenged, quickly working the buttons of
her blouse free.
“About you getting hard?” she said, rotating her hips.
“About who you want buried in your pussy.” He slid the shirt
down to her elbows roughly. “And who you want pressing someplace a
little…tighter.” His heart kicked up when he saw her reach for the front
closure of her bra but he covered her hands with his, running his fingertips
across the lace trim that rested against the swell of her breasts. Both were
smooth as silk.
“Which two of us do you dream about, Tessa?” She craftily
pulled her hands away and he was left holding two handfuls of soft, warm flesh.
She pressed herself against his palms and he lessened the pressure teasingly.
He wrapped an arm around her back and cradled her neck, urging her backward.
“Who gets to do this,” he asked, opening wide and taking one
soft globe into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the turgid peak and she
dropped her head back farther and groaned. “Answer me,” he ordered, moving to
the other breast and repeating his actions.
“Yesss,” she moaned but refused to answer. He had all the
time in the world, despite the fact his brother was passed out beside them. At
the moment, he couldn’t have cared less if they were standing in the middle of
“Do you want Luke? Most women do,” he reasoned, alternating
between flat-tongue licks and grazing nips until he felt her legs quiver. He
skimmed his hand up her leg, resisting the urge to burrow under her skirt.
“I know as well as you Marissa isn’t sharing Jason. Andy’s
just as devoted to Vicky, so you’re out of luck there,” he said, pulling her
foot up to rest flat on the seat, her knee falling open. He walked his fingers
down her leg to the juncture of her thighs, pressed lightly and was rewarded
with a whimper.
“The twins have that youthful endurance,” he said, rotating
the heel of his hand. Her hips started to move and he backed off. “Think we
should give them a call?”
“You need to perfect your art of seduction,” she said
breathily, pulling his hand back to her crotch. “You’re walking that fine line
between cockiness and being a total prick.”
He laughed, fighting against the rapid movement she was
trying to force his hand into. He rubbed slowly and smiled when she cursed
loudly.
“Your choice of fantasy, Ms. Ward. I can make it happen. In
less than no time if I have to call for reinforcements. Right now, if you want
me and Luke.”
“Ha,” she snorted and then caught her breath as he increased
the tempo. “A third of our possible trio is dead to the world, so you really
can’t promise a damn thing.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I can promise two things. Every man and his
cock come to attention at the sound of a woman crying out in ecstasy, so don’t
discount Luke.”
“And what’s that second promise,” she asked, her breathing
labored.
“I can promise you’re going to come,” he said, staring deep
into her glazed eyes. “So if you’re not all talk, throw that beautiful head
back and scream to the heavens.”
Tessa stared him down, refusing to close her eyes as her
desire coiled tighter. The man definitely spoke the truth. She was going
to come. Her pussy was already convulsing. She had to assume his other offer
was just as truthful. She had lied about dreaming of two of the handsome
brothers taking her. That fantasy was strictly reserved for Olivier
But she had dreamed of Tom. The reality of how he had sucked
her breasts. The way he was teasing her now through the fabric of her skirt
eclipsed anything she might have imagined. The sleep gnomes had sorely
misrepresented his talents. He rotated his thumb against the corded area above
her clit and she gave up thinking. He had made her so wet. A few practiced
caresses and her pussy was clenching so hard she couldn’t help rocking against
him and closed her eyes against the incoming storm.
“Decision time, Tessa,” he whispered huskily, moving his lips
close to hers until his breath warmed her. He moved his hand, shifted the tempo
again until his fingers were bringing her toward the peak.
“Oh, shit,” she gasped, abandoning all traces of glibness.
“What if,” she forced her eyes open, “I only want…one of you,” she panted.
“Just you.”
He brushed her lips and offered a groan of his own. “Then
come and kiss me, sweetheart,” he ordered.
And she almost obeyed. She kissed him, then she came.