UNRIDDEN
eBOOK AVAILABLE MAY 26th from Linden Bay and MBaM
Excerpt PG17
“You wanna go over the notes we made in your book some more?”
“No,” she answered Mustang simply, noticing Slade’s eyes rarely left her.
Mustang ran a hand down her arm. “Why not? Because of what I said? I told you I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about when it comes to romance novels. Don’t listen to me.”
She scowled. “No, you’re right. It stinks.”
“It doesn’t stink. It just…”
Jenna interrupted Mustang. “It doesn’t matter because even if I can come up with a better story idea and get it written before the deadline, you still said the sex sucks.”
“You said the sex sucks?” Slade accused Mustang.
Looking uncomfortable, Mustang turned to Slade. “I didn’t say that.”
“But it’s what you meant.” Jenna pouted.
“No, it wasn’t.” He shook his head.
“It’s okay, Mustang, it’s true.” Jenna sighed again. “My sex scenes are boring.”
“I wouldn’t say boring…” Mustang began.
“No, it’s fine. That is exactly what one reviewer wrote. Boring.” Jenna snorted out a bitter laugh.
Mustang ran a finger up and down her arm until she looked at him again. “Not boring. Just…two-dimensional. The mechanics are there but all the other stuff is missing.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What other stuff?”
He grinned. “All the good stuff.”
“I need a little more than that, Mustang.” Jenna scowled. She felt more frustrated than she’d been in a long time. In so many ways.
“Come here.” Mustang held both of his hands out to her. She hesitated, then stepped forward, into his arms. He pulled her closer and said, “Good. Now, close your eyes.”
Jenna swallowed hard and did as she was told.
She sensed Mustang moving even closer. When he spoke he was near enough to her face she could smell the beer he’d drank at the bar. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
Nervous. Horny. All things she felt but wasn’t willing to admit aloud. Maybe that wasn’t what he meant. “I’m not sure what you want me to say. I don’t know what you mean.”
“Okay, I’ll go first, then it will be your turn.” Mustang took a deep breath before he spoke again. “I can smell your shampoo. It’s something fruity but nice, light. I can see the pulse pounding in your throat. Fast. Mmm. I like I make your pulse race, darlin’.”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she managed to say.
He laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t. Okay, what else? I can feel you shaking a little bit—I like that too. And your lip gloss…” His tongue tickled her lips and her eyes flew open at the contact. He pulled back just enough to say, “It tastes like berries. See, darlin’? Smell, sight, touch, taste. That’s what is missing in your book. Sex is more than just body parts.”
Oh my God. Jenna felt her lower parts heat. She was so aroused at this point if he even touched her she would come right there on the spot. This cowboy ten years her junior, most likely a player who had a different girl in his bed each night, knew more about not just sex but sensuality than she did.
She glanced over to where Slade still silently watched them, glass in hand, a tempting erection clearly outlined in his jeans. Jenna swallowed hard and looked back at Mustang as he spoke to her again.
“Now your turn, darlin’. Close your eyes.”
Jenna frowned. “You were allowed to keep your eyes open.”
Mustang grinned down at her from so close his impressive erection pressed into her hip. Judging by the physical evidence, it seemed the arousal was equally spread all around among the three of them.
As she fought the urge to reach down and touch Mustang and feel what had inspired his name for herself, he nodded his head. “Yes, I did keep my eyes open, but I’m better at this than you are. You need all the help you can get. You can skip the sight part and just do the other senses. Now, eyes closed.”
With a scowl, Jenna let her lids shut. Mustang’s hand moved from her arm for a moment, then returned, right before a second hard body pressed close against her back and another pair of arms slid around to envelop her from behind.
Slade. He laid two large hands firmly upon her body, pressing one very low over her quivering stomach, and the other slightly higher, just below her breast.
“What do you feel, darlin’?” Mustang whispered, his breath warming her throat where it touched even as a shiver ran through her.
Heart pounding, Jenna took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I can feel your breath, warm against my skin, tickling my throat.”
Jenna sensed Mustang smile. “Good. What else?”
“I can feel Slade’s heart beating against my back. He smells like a mix of whisky and something else, something fresh and clean. It’s either soap or deodorant, maybe, but it’s nice. And I feel him…his…you know…pressing into me.”
Slade drew in a sharp breath. She’d give anything to reach back and touch him. All of him. Jenna satisfied herself with laying her one hand over his and, making the boldest move she’d ever taken, guided it up and over her breast. He released a shaky burst of air, then Mustang’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
“What else, darlin’?” Mustang continued.
This is it. Now or never. Jenna took the plunge and let one hand stray down between them, pausing in the vicinity of his erection.
“I can feel you against my hip. You’re hard…” she swallowed, then continued, “and big.” Not circus freak big, which is kind of what she had been afraid of when contemplating this threesome, but definitely bigger than the average man.
Mustang’s deep laugh vibrated through her, as did his voice, low and husky as his mouth hovered near her face. “Ah, darlin’, you are right about that. I am both. Very. You think you can handle it?”
“Please. I’m not one of your eighteen-year-olds. I’ve got toys under my bed bigger than you.” Jenna put on an exaggerated scowl, playing with him.
Mustang’s deep chuckle reverberated through them both. “Good to hear, darlin’.”