Guilt consumes rock star, Darien Scott, when he fails to save Erika Bailey's beloved drag queen club. Can her love pull him back from the edge?
“This feels so good.” Her voice made shivers race along his spine.
“Uh, it feels much better when I do it. Just, you know, volunteering to help.”
“Nice try, big boy.” She reached back, stroked him along the length of his swollen shaft and giggled. “And I do mean big boy.”
“Ah, you say the sweetest things. Now untie me.”
Her eyes sparkled as she shook her head. She picked up the bottle and poured oil over his chest. It was cool but rapidly warmed against his hot flesh. Her fingers were firm as she kneaded the slickness into his skin. With broad strokes, she dragged her fingers down his chest, pausing to tap his nipples, then continued until her hands met by her mound. She scratched the back of her fingernails back up the same path, adding a quick tweak on his nipples. Up and down, her hands aroused his body to a fever pitch.
Sweat rolled down his chest. His cock pulsed. He rocked his hips. He wanted to… he needed to… the fire inside him craved to bury himself deep inside of her. Her heat would be the catalyst to the explosion building in him.
Rocking the bed, she shifted so her back faced him. He loved her back. Especially, the small of her back. Nirvana was to get lost in time while placing tiny kisses in the hollow just above her hips. Something about that curve lit a desire in him which drove him to do things to elicit moans from Erika. Her hips would twitch. She’d writhe against the bed while her fingers dug into the sheets. He loved driving her to that point of almost bliss.
She raised to her knees, twisted around to face him but lost her balance. She grabbed his leg for support. “Ooh, a bit awkward this.”
He chuckled and waved his tied hands. “Volunteering to help. Just untie me.”
She climbed off the bed. Darien bit back a groan of frustration. Although only a foot or two away from her, it was a chasm.
“What I really like about this outfit…” She ran her fingers up her body, outlining the teddy. “It’s easy on.” She reached up, pulled two ties and shimmied. The outfit dropped to the floor. “And easy off.”
The undulation of her breasts when she moved raised the pressure in his throbbing cock. He ran his fingers over his head. “Woman!”
“Oh, is my Darien all hot and bothered?” Her tone was baby-doll as she rubbed one finger along the tip of his cock.
Feral instinct surged. His cock twitched. He thrust his hips upward. His breathing shifted to shallow pants. “Untie me.” It wasn’t a request.
He needed her now. To pound into her. To drive them both to that bliss. “Un. Tie. Me.” His voice hoarse with anger-tinged frustration as he fought against the belt.
She leaned over him. “Stay still.”
Her breast hung near his mouth. He craned his neck up and wrapped his lips around her nipple, but she was too slick with massage oil. He slipped off and his head dropped back onto the pillow. “Arghh!”
The belt restraint loosened. His restraint gave way.
Concerned for his fiancée’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect Erika Bailey, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thinks. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.
Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father's destruction of her club and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.
How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. She has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via Books2Read.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.