Thursday Taster - Jeannie's Cowboys

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This week, now that I'm back, I'm going to take a hot scene from my first attempt at m/f/m erotic romance, Jeannie's Cowboys. I'm about to add some more to it, and try to push it over the 10k word mark, but for now, enjoy...

Her heart soared at the admission of returned attraction. Now she had to take the next step to bring her hot dreams into reality. “Chris is a good looking guy, too, you know. I know guys don’t notice each other, but you’re both very attractive.” She fought to keep her voice steady and casual, but found herself rushing as she voiced her dreams. “In fact, I’ve had some interesting dreams of you both. At the same time.” The thought of the dreams made her warm all over, and she was sure that her panties would be soaked.

The silence from Tyler had her biting her lip with worry, concerned she had offended the man she had been enamored with for quite a few years. “At the same time, you say?” he finally asked, his voice slightly husky. “In a particular location?” They were at the door to his little apartment and the look in his eyes when she finally dared to glance up told her that he was far from offended. She shook her head, excited to think that he was interested in fulfilling the dreams that plagued her almost every night. “Well then, maybe you should come tell us both some more about these dreams and see what we can do about them.”

He opened the door and motioned for her to enter first, although he made sure she had to brush against him as she walked past. She breathed in the smell of salt and horse and a soft moan escaped her lips. It was a smell that she had always loved, the musky tang wreaking havoc on her sense of self control. Jeannie couldn’t hear the shower running but movement in the bedroom made her realize that Chris would be getting dressed.

A sudden urge grabbed hold of her, and with a wicked glance back at Tyler, she strode into the bedroom, not bothering to knock. Chris, only wearing a towel, turned around to face her, surprised but excited by the intrusion. He held the towel closed, which disappointed her, but the rash urge that had taken hold of her moments earlier had yet to relinquish its control. Jeannie quickly closed the distance between them and she could see the growing attraction in his eyes. She grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to her level, and boldly kissed him. He barely hesitated and his kiss back was deep, hot and passionate.

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My first Thursday Taster, so I'm jumping in head first, straight into something hot! This is from a WIP of a short story I've started, trying to get back to the sultry pull of erotica. To read more Thursday Tasters, follow this link and you'll find several more authors to enjoy.

Katia continued to follow Antonio as he led her down the hallway to a room at the very back of the building. She was incredibly eager to get inside and let this strange, Spanish cowboy ravish her, all the while knowing it was actually her husband. He turned the key in the lock and opened the door to a room lavishly furnished in keeping with the Western style. The four poster bed was glorious, but it was the hall table that caught her eye. It was sturdy, and it was close. That was all she wanted.
As soon as the door was closed, she pushed Antonio’s back to it, pressing against him and picking up where they’d left off downstairs. Their kiss was deep and hot, no longer slow and soft as desire was unleashed. He cupped her breasts through the dress and Katia moaned. Antonio then grabbed hold of the clips keeping the dress together and slowly unclasped each one until the dress was open and it could slide down to the floor, leaving her standing in only panties, stockings and her heeled boots. She loved his hands on her hips, now pushing her gently and turning her until it was her back against the wall.

Holding tightly on to Antonio’s shoulders, as his own hands gripped her ass cheeks, she allowed him to lift her higher, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to the hall table and she was glad that there weren’t any knick knacks on it.

“You must have been reading my mind,” she panted as Antonio nibbled on her neck, his only response a throaty rumble that sent desire pulsing through her. “Who needs a bed when there’s a sturdy table closer?”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he growled, his voice husky with lust.

As he resumed nibbling her neck and earlobe, Katia unbuckled Antonio’s belt and tugged at his waistband. He moved back enough so she could slide his pants and boxers past his hips, gravity taking care of the rest and he kicked them to the side. The clang-thud of the buckle hitting the wooden floor made her flinch; surely that would give away what was happening in this room. The warmth of his erection pressing on the other side of her panties saw her cares fly out the window, however. All she could hear was heavy breathing from both of them as they kissed and ran their hands over each other, teasing.