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I’ve been sharing extra scenes on the Goodreads group (https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/139616-a-year-of-sizzling-hot-sax-read-along )
These are raw, dirty first drafts. They haven’t been edited or revised. They’re as nasty as they get.
Here’s a lick – an extra scene from Sinful Rewards 2 with Cyndi and the Tantra Twins
Standing by the entrance of the club with Angel, I scan the partygoers, searching for black hair, blue eyes, and a devilish smile. Cole Travers, Hollywood’s most lickable hottie, makes my body sing, the girls perking up with the mere mention of his name.
That’s not why I’m obsessed with him. I’ve long accepted that I’m more sexual than the average woman. Most men wet my panties.
It wasn’t until Cole lost his temper at a dinner benefiting veterans thirteen months ago, sarcastically answering the insultingly trivial questions about his clothing choices, that he snagged my full attention. The media pounced on his statements, claiming he wasn’t qualified to comment on anything other than his appearance, calling Cole ungrateful and spoiled.
They don’t understand how stifling being cast in one narrow role is.
I do. I’m the baby girl of the candy king. As I’m blonde, big-breasted, and bubbly, even my daddy thinks I’m purely decorative. My business degree makes no difference to anyone at Wynters Confectionary, my family’s company. Any project I start is reassigned to a more qualified employee. Anything I say is discounted.
Here, at the club, I have power, super slut powers. My ass sways to the boom, boom of the bass, the music pulsing through my body. The lighting has an intriguing blue tint, making the thin blonde beside me appear even more ghastly. Men watch Angel and I with a thrilling hunger on their faces. If I don’t meet my movie star tonight, I’ll go home with one of them.
“I don’t see Cole Travers,” I yell at Angel during a lull in the music.
She sniffs. She’s the ice princess of Miami and she plays the role to perfection. It’s as one dimensional as my super slut persona, as Cole’s bad boy image, revealing only a tiny sliver of her true self. I don’t judge her on it, don’t push her to show me more. She’ll do that when she’s ready.
“I’m going in,” I announce. “Go me!” I bounce forward, flinging myself into the madness. The club is wall-to-wall people. It’s a meat market, Bee, my roommate, would grumble, club kids looking for easy lays.
I’m looking for more than an easy lay, more than a hard cock. The man must have his own bachelor pad and be willing to permit me to spend the night. If I fail, Bee is my fallback plan. She always allows me to crash in her bed.
A dark haired man leers at me as I bounce past him. Although he’s good looking, he’s also a complete unknown, standing alone by the bar, with no mutual friends to recommend him. I’ve watched Criminal Minds and I’m not a total dumb ass. I won’t go home with a stranger.
There’s no need. Chicago society is small. We all know each other. As though emphasizing this point, a familiar pair of broad shoulders bumps against me, pushing me against an identical chest. Arms encircle my waist, holding me between them.
I inhale sharply, a spike of excitement shooting down my spine. “It’s a Thursday. How did you boys escape the Judge?” I gaze up into Theodore’s handsome face.
“Father is preoccupied.” The eldest Tantra twin, the brothers given that nickname due to their lasting power in the bedroom, grins at me.
“He’s assisting your dear daddy with negotiations,” Thomas, the youngest brother, adds, a wayward lock of blond hair falling over his forehead. “Since our parents are spending the evening together, it’s only right that we do the same.” He squeezes my hip.
I roll my eyes. We’ve discussed this.
“You know what this slut requires.” When I joke about my slutdom, it hurts less. “And you ain’t got the goods, boys.” The boys live with their parents, unable to bring women home. I extract my phone from my clutch purse and scan through my messages, seeking to ignore the stirrings of arousal within me. They won’t serve my purpose, not at all.
“Put away your phone, princess,” Thomas commands.
“Because we can give our slut what she requires,” Theodore finishes his brother’s sentence. “This is for you.” He holds up a key.
The logo on the plastic card belongs to the hotel next door to the club. I’m familiar with this hotel. My family’s company supplies candy to one of its boutique stores.
“It’s for me?” I laugh. “That’s slick, dicks, but I’m not buying your line. You didn’t know I’d be here tonight.” I take a picture of a bartender. He wears a giant blue condom on his head. Bee will find this as funny as I do.
“We knew,” the twins say in unison.
“It’s Thursday,” Theodore adds. “Blue is the number two club on Thursdays and since you’ve been blackballed from R–”
“You know about that?” My smile wavers. Nicolas Rainer’s hatred for my family is jeopardizing my social status. My fingers fly over my phone’s screen.
“Everyone knows.” Thomas chuckles. He either doesn’t realize how humiliating this is for me or he doesn’t give a shit. “If you don’t put away your phone, we’ll take it from you.”
Shit. I type a text message to Bee. Theodore grabs my phone.
“Hey.” I press send before the message is completed, hoping my roommate and best friend understands what I’m trying to say and doesn’t go all CSI on my ass, trying to track me down.
“We warned you.” Theodore places my phone in his back pocket. “You belong to us tonight.”
“To both of us,” Thomas emphasizes. “You’ve played the slut for everyone else. Tonight, you’ll service us.”
I shiver with anticipation, my nipples tightening. “Our daddies won’t like this.” Our fathers are best friends, our families spending holidays together. To sleep with the twins would be crossing a line even I haven’t dared to contemplate.
“No, they won’t.” Thomas grins. “They won’t like this.” He bends his head and glides his lips over mine, his touch light, teasing, tentative.
“Or this.” Theodore turns my head toward his, demanding his turn. This brother doesn’t skim. He captures, owning my lips. I gasp, surprised, shocked, stimulated, and he plunges into my mouth, stroking into me with a dark confidence.
When he pulls away from me, my lips hum and people stare at us. “There goes my political career,” he jokes, having been very vocal about not wanting that future for himself.
“Fuck your political career. We’re leaving.” Thomas clasps my hand and leads me through the club, his brother following us closely, too closely. Everyone will know the three of us are together.
We exit, the cool night air returning my rational thinking. If I sleep with Theodore and Thomas, my daddy will find out.
And what will happen?
Nothing. My heels tap against the sidewalk, echoing the beating of my heart. My daddy will ignore this and ignore me, as he has ignored my past pleas for his attention. I’ll continue warming a chair seat in the family business, being responsible for nothing, no one caring if I show up at work on time or if I show up at all.
A hotel employee holds the door open for us as we enter the hotel. He looks familiar. My buddy Bee would remember his name. I don’t.
I do know he’ll tell others how he saw the candy king’s daughter arrive with two men, Thomas’s fingers link with mine. Theodore’s hands span my waist, his hardness pressing against my ass.
There are more people lingering in the lobby. Men stare. Women gossip behind their hands. I cover my nervousness with a smile and a laugh. They think I’m a slut, a label I earned when I was twelve and developed big breasts.
At least that’s one thing I’ve achieved on my own.
“We’re going up, Cyn,” Theodore informs me. The twins crowd against me in the elevator, sandwiching my curves between their muscles. “But soon you’ll be going down.”
“On both of us.” Thomas commands my lips, flattening my generous breasts with his chest, grinding the hardness in his black dress pants against my dress-clad mons. His brother nuzzles my neck, pressing his fabric-covered cock into the crevice between my ass cheeks.
I writhe, surrounded by aroused men. They’ve done this before tonight. I know this by the way their bodies move in synch, operating as one entity around me. I don’t fool myself that I’m more than a fast fuck for the notorious Tantra twins, a way to give their powerful daddy and Chicago society the finger.
I don’t want to be more. I don’t want them for more than sexual release and a safe place to sleep tonight. Two men can protect me better than one. I swivel my hips, tormenting both of them. When the darkness comes, I won’t be alone.
The elevator doors open. Thomas drags me along the hallway. While he fumbles with the key, Theodore lifts my skirt, baring my thighs, the air cool against my skin.
“She’s wearing a G-string, Thomas.” Theodore runs his fingers along the ribbon hugging my hips. “We’ve got ourselves a hot little tramp.” His dirty words make my pussy clench around nothing, my body achingly empty.
“Fuck,” his brother curses. The door finally opens and we topple inside. I land on my knees and elbows, the rug burning my skin.
“Look at her.” Theodore chuckles. “She’s ready for us.” He pushes my skirt to my waist. “Her panties are soaked.” He pulls them down. “What would your daddy think of you now?” He nudges my legs apart with his shoes, opening me to him. “His baby girl wants to fuck his best friend’s sons.” He clucks his tongue.
Thomas stands before me, his crotch at my eye level, the fabric of his dress pants tented around his cock. “You’ll suck me first, you nasty girl.” He unzips his pants, pulls them down to his knees, taking his underwear with them.
His shaft is long and curved, jutting from a base of blond curls. I lick my lips, eager for a taste. His cock bobs.
“Take me into that ever smiling mouth of yours.” Thomas threads his fingers through my hair and pushes his tip between my lips, forcing me to take him. I flit my tongue over his slit, savoring his unique flavor, and he groans. “Fuck, she’s good, Theodore.” He sinks deeper and deeper into my mouth.
“We heard she was.” The eldest brother strums my feminine folds with his fingers and I quiver. “Earl claims she’s the best piece of ass he’s ever had.”
Who the hell is Earl? I frown around Thomas’s big cock, sucking gently.
“Look at her.” Thomas laughs. “She can’t remember who Earl is. She’s had so much cock.” He pumps into me, using me like the slut I am and I love it, want it. “You chose the wrong end, brother. There’s no way her pussy is as good as her fucking mouth.”
A zipper rasps and a package crinkles. “I wouldn’t be so certain.” They talk about me as though I’m not here and this turns me on. “She’s dripping. Her juices are running down her thighs.” He prods me with his latex-covered cock head, stretching me open. “And she’s surprising snug for a well-fucked slut.” He drives into me and I scream around Thomas’s cock, the fullness so damn good.
“Keep sucking.” Thomas wraps his fingers in my curls and pinpricks of pain shoots across my scalp. “Don’t act like you can’t take both of us.” He humps my face, his balls slapping against my chin, his tip tapping the back of my throat.
“We know you can.” Theodore fucks me hard, driving into me again and again. “You’ll take us and beg for more.” He clasps my hips, riding me relentlessly, uncaring of anything other than his own satisfaction.
“Yes, more,” I mumble around Thomas’s girth, glorying in this experience. My mouth and pussy is filled with cock, my body trapped between the two men. My lips hum, my cheeks aching, my hands and knees scuffed by the rough carpet. They’re fucking me on the floor, unable to wait for the bed, their need for me too great. I clench down on Theodore’s shaft with my inner muscles and he jerks.
“Fuck,” he grunts. At Thanksgiving, when we’re sitting around the dinner table, he’ll remember this moment, the feel of me around him, how he drove deep inside me, my lips wrapped around his brother’s cock. “Squeeze me. That’s a good cunt.”
“Suck me harder,” Thomas demands, determined not to be forgotten. I comply and he bucks against me. “Shit, Theodore. She’ll make me come.”
“You’ll swallow like a good little slut,” his brother instructs. “You won’t waste a drop of his cum. Do you understand?”
I murmur, my mouth full.
This response isn’t good enough for Theodore. “Do you understand?” He slaps my ass, I inhale Thomas’s shaft, my pussy constricts around the eldest brother’s cock, and both men groan.
“You’re begging for our cum, aren’t you?” Theodore growls, swatting my abused flesh once more. “You want to milk us dry.” They fuck my pussy and mouth to the beat of his love blows, driving into me with a mind-spinning ferocity.
I’m helpless, unable to escape, to do anything other than take their sexual assault. My body heats, my ass, pussy, mouth, knees burning. My arms and legs tremble as I attempt to slow my release, suspecting they’d be displeased if I come first.
There’s no thinking about work, about my dad’s constant disapproval, my empty future. There are only these two men, their cocks inside me, the need coiling around me.
“Earl. Is. Right,” Theodore huffs. “Great. Piece. Of. Ass.” He shoves one of his thumbs into that forbidden hole and I implode, drawing their shafts into me.
They roar. Cum shoots down my throat, soothing my battered flesh. My world spins, a blur of light and color. I swallow and swallow and swallow, draining Thomas as Theodore pulses inside me.
“Fuck,” Thomas murmurs, sounding stunned. “That was unbelievable.” His limp dick slips from my mouth, leaving a trail of moisture down my chin.
“Thank you.” I grin, straightening.
A heavy palm lands on my back, pushing me back down. “Where do you think you’re going?” Theodore bumps his brother to the side. He’s semi-erect, the condom removed. “We have the hotel room for the night.”
“And?” I lift one of my eyebrows.
“And I want you to suck my balls.” He thrusts his hips forward. “While Thomas eats you out.” He strokes himself. “Once I’m hard, I’m taking your ass.”
“I’m taking your pussy.” A warm breath wafts on my inner thigh. “At the same time.”
My smile spreads. There will be no sleeping tonight.
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Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.
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