Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Erotica to Go

Recently it was suggested to me by a reader that "For an erotica writer, your blog doesn't have much erotica on it." The comment made me laugh, but Pammy is right. So today I present to you, my faithful readers, a clip from my current work in progress. It is a menage story featuring Tessa and the three men that have fallen for her.

Tessa woke to the heavenly smell of coffee and the low rumble of a masculine chuckle. She rolled over to cuddle against Rob, only to discover that he was sound asleep. Her sleep fogged mind wiggled with the conflict. If he was sleeping beside her, who had made coffee, and who was laughing? She clutched the sheet to her chest and bolted upright. More laughter greeted her action. Her gaze flew to the door.
“What the hell are you doing here?” She demanded with a glare.
“I just brought you coffee in bed, Sweetie,” Mitch drawled. “How was I to know you were cuddled up with this moron?” He gestured towards Rob with the cup in his hand.
“Maybe because she’s in my house and in my bed,” Rob growled. “Get out of here Waters.” Rob pulled Tessa back down into his embrace. “We are not ready to get up yet. Lock the door on your way out.”
Tessa looked back and forth between the two men, it was early, and her mind wasn’t up to processing things yet. “Give me that coffee before you leave,” she growled at the man lounging indolently against the door jam.
“You want it? Come and get it.” Mitch teased with a wink. “I came over here; made you coffee, and the cinnamon buns are in the oven. The least you can do,” he winked at her, “is get out of bed and share them with me.” He pivoted his head to look at his long-time friend. “Let the lady up, it’s just plain wrong to hold her hostage in your bed.”
“He is not holding me hostage,” Tessa glared at Mitch. “Now give me the coffee and nobody gets hurt.”
“Get…the…fuck…out of my bedroom.” Rob roared. “Leave us alone.”
Tessa and Mitch both stared at Rob’s uncharacteristic outburst.
“Rob.” Tessa chided. “You said the f-word. You never say the f-word. Hell, I’ve known you since grade six. Not once in all that time have I ever heard you use the f-word. Holy hell. She turned to look at Mitch. “You better leave; I’ve never seen him lose his temper. EVER.”
Rob struggled to sit up without dropping the sheet to expose Tessa. “I said get the fuck out of my bedroom.” He threw a pillow at Mitch. The throw was wildly off, sending Mitch into gales of laughter.
“Okay,” Mitch conceded, “I’ll leave the bedroom, but I’m not leaving the house.” He cocked his head, listening to something. “Oops, there’s my dinger. Breakfast is ready.” He grinned raunchily at them. “Get your sweet butts out of bed and down to the kitchen.” Turning on his heel he left.
“Bring back that cof-” Rob’s hand clamped over Tessa’s mouth, stopping her words.
“Don’t,” he warned her. “Don’t say anything to bring him back or we’ll never get rid of him.” Rob flopped back onto the bed with a sigh. Pulling Tessa into his arms, he snuggled close. “Darn. I was hoping for a long slow morning in bed with you.” He kissed her lightly on the forehead.
Tessa snuggled into his embrace, he was nice and warm and cozy and the morning air was cool. She sighed softly. “Me too.” They shared a long lingering kiss, before Tessa pulled away reluctantly. “Damn. I have to pee.” She started to wiggle out of bed.
“No way.” Rob started tickling her, running his fingers up and down her side, searching out all of the sensitive zones he had found the day before.
Tessa squealed. “Let me go. I…have…to…pee.” She writhed under his touch. “Rob. Stop it.” She bucked against him.
“Pay the toll,” he demanded, his fingers digging lightly into her underarm.
“Yes.” She squealed again. “Anything just let me go.”
“A kiss then. Kiss me like you mean it.” His fingers stilled and he drew her back into his embrace.
Tessa rolled onto her back, her arms going around Rob’s shoulders, pulling him on top of her. “Anytime,” she whispered, raising her lips to his.
“You, Tessa Dupree, are mine,” he whispered against her mouth. “Don’t you ever forget it!” He pressed his lips against hers, softly at first, then increasing the pressure and intensity.
Rob’s tongue slipped inside Tessa’s mouth and she knew he was claiming her with his kiss, as well as his words. She poured her heart into the kiss, telling him without words that she cared for him too. For a moment, her mind battled her heart. Did she love him? Was she prepared to commit to only one man? Was Rob her soul mate? Then the love and power in his kiss, in his caress overpowered all thought and she gave into the sensation, gave in to his love. At length, Rob backed off, and Tessa knew a moment of loss.
“Come on Sweetie.” Rob groaned. “As much as I am loath to give to in my idiot friend, it is time to get up. He won’t leave until we show up downstairs. I’m surprised he’s not back up here already.”
Tessa scampered out of bed and raced into the en-suite. “Your idiot friend keeps interfering in my sex-life.” She called out over her shoulder as she closed the door.
“What does that mean?” Rob called through the door.
“Shit.” Tessa whispered to herself. I so should not have said that. What if he finds out about what happened in the parking lot with Peter? How the hell would she explain that? It was bad enough that Rob knew she was attracted to Peter and had sort-of dated him. He sure didn’t need to know that she had screwed him in the parking lot the night they met, or that Mitch had caught them in the act. When would she learn to keep her big mouth shut?

Hope you enjoyed this little clip from my work in progress. I'm on the editing stage, so with luck it won't be long before it is released. 

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