THREE'S A CHARM
by Myla Jackson
BLURB:
Welcome
back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this short story
about Charli's third erotic adventure.
She wants to know...
Will she discover who her secret
lover is this time?
EXCERPT:
"You know a lot about me...I'd like to be equally as
knowledgeable about you." Charli leaned forward, her top loosening, a waft
of cool air tickling her nipples. She was almost positive the men at her sides
could view her full breasts, should they bother to look. The thought weighted
her core with desire.
"You may ask three questions." OS waved his hand.
"But be warned. I guarantee no answers."
Charli pouted and asked the most important question,
"What's your name?"
He shook his head. "That's the mystery portion of the
danger equation. Next question."
Frustration stabbed her chest and she sat back. "Are
you a cowboy, or do you just wear the clothes?"
"I've been known to rope, ride, wrangle and build a
fence or two."
She straightened. Maybe now they were getting somewhere. The
guy was real cowboy. "Are you here
with the rodeo?"
He shrugged, noncommittally. "I admit to having spent a
day or two there, on occasion."
A frustrated sigh slipped past Charli's lips. That wasn't
much of an answer. "Are you Connor Mason?"
The cowboy smiled. "That's four questions." He
waved to the cowboy with the fiddle, who promptly disappeared. The cowboy
serving the wine and dinner ducked out as well.
"If you're finished with your meal, perhaps you would
care for dessert?"
"I suppose." Charli wanted to know where the other
two men had gone and if they were serving more than music and food, but she'd
used up her quota of questions.
The man in the black cowboy hat stood and held the chair
while Charli rose. His fingers settled on her shoulders, sliding down the
length of her arms. The brush of lips at the curve of her neck sent her body
into a rush of electric shocks, tingling all the way to her center.
"Is this dessert?" she whispered, her head dipping
to one side, allowing him better access to her throat.
"Not quite. I have dessert waiting in another
room." His hands slipped beneath the swaths of fabric and cupped her
breasts, pulling her against him, the hard ridge of his erection pressing into
her back. "Shall we?"
"The table is closer," Charli offered weakly, the
rough hands palming her boobs setting her core on fire. She was ready to start
the fucking now.
He chuckled, pinched her hardened nipples and slapped her
ass. Then he turned her toward another doorway and led her into the room with
the bedroom displays, equally exposed to the large display windows at the front
of the furniture store. In the middle of the floor stood a king-sized bed,
draped in black satin sheets, with red satin pillows scattered across the
mattress. White rose petals littered the surface, their aroma adding to the
ambiance.
Charli's pulse hammered through her veins. Oh, yeah, baby.
This was going to be good.
The two cowboys appeared from the shadows, each wearing
nothing but black silk boxers, their masks and the cowboy hats.
The cowboy from the night before set a bowl of strawberries
and a riding whip on the nightstand and stood with legs braced apart, both
hands crossed over a rock-hard erection tenting his silk shorts.
On the other side of the bed, the new cowboy arranged a bowl
of whipped cream and a length of rope. He too stood at parade rest, a smile
tugging at his lips, his hands cupping the stiffy poking against his boxers.
Charli's breath caught and held in her lungs and she turned
to Original Sin. "For me?"
"Dessert has arrived.” He smiled and gestured toward
the bed. “All you have to decide is how you want it served."
Other Authors Participating in Snippet Saturday:
Megan Hart:Read in bed! Rhian Cahill Eliza Gayle Jody Wallace Mandy M Roth Lissa Matthews Leah Braemel Mari Carr McKenna Jeffries Myla Jackson Taige Crenshaw Delilah Devlin HelenKay Dimon Shiloh Walker Lauren Dane
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