Thursday, July 28, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday: Karla's Declaration (Masters at Arms)

This scene will need little introduction, because it's the beginning of the exchange. We're in Adam's head and 16-year-old Karla has told Adam there's something very important she has to tell him, but she doesn't want to do it with her extended family watching. (It's Thanksgiving Day.)

She's about to send Master Adam into uncharted waters. The humorous scene that follows makes me laugh every time I read it. And, yes, I can count and it IS 7 sentences. But one is only one word, so I figured you'd cut me some slack.

Karla splayed her gloved hand on his chest, over his heart, and looked up at him with those big sparkling blue eyes surrounded by that God-awful makeup and pink hair. She searched his eyes for a long moment, he didn’t know for what.
Fuck. He felt a niggling at the scar on the back of his neck—always a sign he wasn’t going to want to deal with whatever was incoming. God, he hoped she wasn’t about to say what he thought she was getting ready to lay on him.
“Adam, I l-l-love you.”
Double fucking damn.

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Kallypso Masters currently is working on a four-book series with MASTERS AT ARMS due out in early August 2011, NOBODY'S ANGEL in late August 2011, NOBODY'S HERO in November 2011, and NOBODY'S PERFECT in February 2012. 

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Saturday, July 23, 2011

Making Room for Karla (MASTERS AT ARMS)

This Six Sentence Sunday excerpt is a little later in the MASTERS AT ARMS prequel and follows two other scenes I have excerpted earlier in my blog. (First was this one during the audition, then this one.)

Master Adam (who looks just like Mark Harmon!) is disturbed to be feeling a sexual attraction to the "girl" he remembers as a 16-year-old runaway at the beginning of the MASTERS AT ARMS. But she's 25 now and has come to Denver to find him.

Damian has lived with Adam for several years and is a partner in the club. The two have formed a father-and-son bond while dealing with Damian's PTSD and his amputee rehab. But Damian has always called his former Marine captain "sir," until this inopportune moment.

In this scene, Karla just told Adam what's happened to bring her back to his life and has fallen asleep from exhaustion. Master Adam is carrying the sleeping Karla upstairs. You may recall, Damian was attracted to Karla, too, in the first excerpt above, but has backed off after finding out Adam has some kind of history with her. But he's not above teasing Adam about the attraction.

“Go back upstairs and move her things to the room next to mine.” Damián’s grin widened. His son thought he knew the reason for moving her so close to him when he’d intended originally for her to be as far away as possible.
“I need to keep an eye on her.”
“Sure. Let me know if I can help…Dad.”
Why had Damián chosen now of all times to remind him he was so fucking old?

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Kallypso Masters currently is working on a four-book series with prequel MASTERS AT ARMS due out in early August 2011, NOBODY'S ANGEL by late August 2011, NOBODY'S HERO in November 2011, and NOBODY'S PERFECT in February 2012. 

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Saturday, July 16, 2011

Six Sentence: Savannah's Despair (MASTERS AT ARMS)

WARNING: Something VERY different this week from my previous humorous SSS postings. This Six is from Chapter Two of MASTERS AT ARMS. Savannah Gentry, who is 19 in this scene, is an incest victim of eleven years and "living" as a sex slave to her father and now his business partner, Lyle. They use her to give sexual favors to potential clients who have an interest in sadism.

As she awaits her two next clients, she realizes Lyle is becoming more and more like her father. This doesn't bode well for her future and she begins planning her escape--and revenge. This is just before Damian comes into her life.

She wouldn’t be surprised if Lyle was slated to inherit her body after her father died. No, there wouldn’t be a “slave clause” in his public will. But she was certain her father would never release his hold over her, even from beyond the grave.

Her chest muscles clenched, squeezing the meager amount of air from her lungs. Some days, she actually welcomed death over continuing to live this way. Ah, the ultimate betrayal of the obedient slave—to execute the body the Master thought He owned.

Needless to say, it has been an intense week working on revisions to this chapter! I wish I could start writing Savannah's happily-ever-after story (NOBODY'S PERFECT due out in February 2012) sooner! Luckily, she and Damian will reunite in the November release of NOBODY'S HERO. But these two wounded characters will need more than one book to heal all the hurts they've suffered in life.

In the meantime, if you want to leave on a lighter note, here's a glimpse at Savannah's and Damian's perfect day together at the beach, which takes place later in this chapter. 

Kallypso Masters currently is working on a four-book series with prequel MASTERS AT ARMS due out in early August 2011, NOBODY'S ANGEL by late August 2011, NOBODY'S HERO in November 2011, and NOBODY'S PERFECT in February 2012. 

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

New Scene for MASTERS AT ARMS (Karla and Adam)

As I was editing MASTERS AT ARMS Sunday night, the ending of Chapter One changed dramatically--and for the better. Instead of Adam saying goodbye to the 16-year-old pink-haired runaway, Karla, from the taxi in front of her house, he's hauled out of the cab by Karla's father who thinks he's some kind of pervert. Once the misunderstanding is cleared up, the Paxtons get him inside to clean up the wounds he received in a fight to protect Karla at the bus station. 

Karla's mom, Jenny, is a nurse and is patching him up. She's sent Karla upstairs for their new first-aid kit. We start out in Adam's head. Oh, Karla's friends call her "Kitty," as does she sometimes in her internal thoughts. Ian is Karla's brother. (This snippet is totally unedited, new WIP material. Please excuse any errors.)

[Jenny] stepped back to face him. “Adam, we can’t thank you enough. When we found Karla’s bed empty an hour or so ago…” Adam heard the catch in her voice and looked up to see tears swimming in her eyes. “We panicked. The police wouldn’t even look for her for 24 hours. It’s not much, but please know we’re forever in your debt.”
“Sorry, Mom. It took me a while—”
Adam looked at the entrance to the kitchen to find that Karla had come to a dead stop with her jaw hanging open. Her eyes homed in on his naked chest. Shit, he’d embarrassed her. He reached for his shirt.
“Come on, girl. Don’t just stand there. Get over here.” When Karla remained stock-still, Jenny barked in a tone a boot-camp sergeant would love, “Now!” Then, to Adam, she stilled his movement to put his shirt back on. “Don’t you dare. She’s seen her brother’s bare chest a million times.”
* * *
But Ian’s chest didn’t look anything like Adam’s.
Karla brought the kit to her mom, unable to take her eyes off Adam’s muscular pecs and biceps. His skin was evenly tanned, not a single hair anywhere on his chest. She had a whole new appreciation for the anatomy lessons she’d had in health class, because they allowed her a chance to label all of his beautiful parts. Standing so close, she felt the heat radiating from his body, even more noticeable than it had been at the bus station.
Her mother worked to open the latch of the new kit while Karla continued her observations. His pectoral muscles bulged, hard nipples protruding from dark brown areolas. Karla just stared at his nips. No, not the scientific term, but that's what her friends called them when they ogled the juvenile boys in their gym class. None of those boys had nips of stone like Adam’s. 
She itched to reach out and touch one to see if it was as hard as it looked, but her mother would have made her leave the room if she did that. She wouldn’t risk that happening, so she clenched her fists at her sides.
Her gaze went lower. His abdominals were…well…. Oh, my! Now she knew why they called them a six pack. She’d probably be able to bounce a quarter off them if he were lying down.
Oh, no, Kitty. Don’t think about him lying down!
Too late. Her face grew warm. What would Adam be like as her lover? Gentle, tender, romantic? Not that she had any experience with lovers or sex. None of the boys her age attracted her, and she'd always been more interested in her music career than in dating. But she’d watched lots of love scenes in the movies and on TV. Adam truly had the most beautiful upper body she’d ever seen in her whole life--real or make believe.
“Open this and hand me one of the swabs.”
Her mother handed her a cellophane package with two Q-tips inside. With great reluctance, Karla tore her gaze away from Adam's chest, then, realizing how important this was, went to work with a new sense of purpose. If only her hands would quit shaking. She wanted to be able to do this right. What if she didn’t and he got an infection and a fever and maybe even died, all because his cut lip wasn’t cleaned properly. 
Without touching the cotton end, she handed the swab to her mom and watched her dip it in a bottle of alcohol. She knew from experience that was going to hurt like a mother.
“This is going to sting.”
You’d better believe it. Her mom rubbed the wet cotton over his split lip, holding his chin to keep him steady. Karla wished she could touch him like that. He closed his eyes, but didn’t make a sound. Her lower abdomen clenched, as if she were experiencing the pain for him.
“There.” Her mom laid the Q-tip on the paper towel she’d placed on the table. “Now let’s get some antibiotic ointment on that lip.”
Karla saw the tinge of pink on the Q-tip. Adam’s blood. Tears sprang to her eyes. He’d been hurt because of her stupidity. She wished there was something more she could do to help him. She certainly couldn’t kiss his lip and make it better. Although the thought caused a flock of butterflies to flutter around her tummy again, just like they had at the bus station. She flushed in embarrassment.
What would her friends think when they heard about her adventures with an older man tonight?  And a Marine. Oh, my! None of the boys at school looked nearly as hot as Adam did. They'd be so jealous.
Her mom brushed her thumb across the red marks on  Adam's shoulder. “Not much I can do for the bruising, but I don’t think there’s a hematoma.”
Karla’s attention went to the long, thin mark where he'd been jabbed by something with evenly spaced points. Then she remembered that one of the guys he fought with had been wearing something metallic over his knuckles. Her knees buckled at the thought of that tearing into Adam's shoulder.
“Whoa, hon!” Adam reached out and grabbed her elbows to hold her steady. “Not too fond of the sight of blood?”
Karla felt her mom’s scrutiny, but couldn’t take her eyes off Adam. Where he held her arms, a tingle of electricity zinged up to her shoulders and neck, then down to her…. Oh, my!
“What's the matter with you, Karla,” her mom said. “You've seen plenty of blood. Ian was always getting patched up.”
 "I’m okay,” she said on a whisper, because of the frog lodged in her throat. He smiled at her and she felt tears dripping down her face. He’d taken that hit for her. She ached to press her lips against it, the way her mother had kissed her boo-boos as a kid. Usually, the pain magically went away. She wanted to take Adam’s pain away.
He reached up and wiped the tears away from her face with his thumbs. She caught her breath, then totally forgot to breathe for a moment. 
“I’m okay, too, hon. Believe me, this is nothing.”
"You should see...." her mom began.
Adam reached out and placed a hand on Mom’s arm and shook his head vehemently. They exchanged a look, as if they shared a secret Karla wasn't in on, then Mom nodded. Karla felt the green-eyed monster of jealousy for the first time in her life.
More tears welled in Karla's eyes. Frustration at not being able to touch him, to comfort him, or even to get him to notice her ate at her. She was still just a kid in his eyes. If she touched him the way she wanted, he’d think she was a freak.
But she just wanted to touch him even more.

Lots of interesting things will result from Master Adam's having met Karla's parents, not the least of which will be increased conflict for him when Karla pursues him nine years from now in NOBODY'S HERO. How can he take advantage of her and betray the parents who took him in that cold, lonely Thanksgiving and helped him feel part of a family again after the recent loss of his wife? What is poor Master Adam to do?

Kallypso Masters currently is working on a four-book series with MASTERS AT ARMS due out in early August 2011, NOBODY'S ANGEL in mid to late August 2011, NOBODY'S HERO in November 2011, and NOBODY'S PERFECT in February 2012. 

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Saturday, July 9, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday: Master Marco? Oh, shit! (MASTERS AT ARMS)

MASTERS AT ARMS is a prequel to the Rescue Me series. The first three chapters each shows the turning points in the lives of masters Adam, Damián, and Marc that puts them on a trajectory to meet and form a bond that none can break.

This scene from Chapter Three spotlights Master Marc, who until a year ago was a ski instructor, outdoor specialist, and all-around playboy (can't you tell from the photo?) at his family's ski resort in Aspen. His oldest brother had had the lion's share of the responsible of running the business--until his brother enlisted in the Marines and later was killed in Afghanistan near the beginning of the War on Terror.

From the time his brother left home, Marc has tried to take on the responsibility of managing the resort, but he just isn't the business-suit type.

A little back-story to help understand the scene below: When he was seventeen, a "cougar" staying at the resort introduced him to the delights of bondage, discipline, and domination. Over the years, he became known as Master Marco, perfecting his MaleDom craft and providing after-hour Dom services to an ever-widening web of "submissive" women, based on word of mouth. He provides this "amenity" for fun--no intercourse, no money changes hands. (He's spoiled and a bit jaded, but still has those innate qualities that made him the popular choice in votes on my Facebook wall for who would be my SSS star today!) Of course, Marc becomes much more honorable while serving in the Navy with Capt. Adam's Marine unit. (You met the brash, tell-it-like-it-is Capt. Adam last week on SSS. If not, check it out! It's not to be missed and F*ing funny, as one reader put it!)

In the scene below, Marc is twenty-six and this is his last night working at the family resort before going off to boot camp. He's joined the Navy (not wanting to serve in the same branch his brother did) But fate puts him with a Marine unit anyway, as a corpsman, or medic. (NOTE: The Marines don't train their own medics, but use the Navy ones instead. Those Navy men and women train with and have the rights and responsibilities of any other Marine.)

Marc has been showing his younger brother, Alessandra (Sandro) the management ropes for a few months. On this night, Marc's been summoned by name to one of the isolated cabins on the property for an unknown emergency. Sandro has entered the room ahead of him and said, "Damn!" Marc's thinking, damn is right. Why did there have to be a crisis on his last night? He nudges his brother further into the room to assess the situation.

Oh, shit. On the floor, beside the overstuffed loveseat, knelt a middle-aged woman with brassy red hair and fake boobs—clenching a purple-handled riding crop between her teeth, and naked as the day she was born. She'd had the nip-tucks to keep everything firmly in place, too.
The stranger looked confused as she shifted her gaze from Marc to Sandro and back. She reached up to take the crop out of her mouth and asked, “Which one of you is Master Marco?”
His reputation had preceded him.

Now it's back to final revisions to this manuscript. Masters at Arms should be available by the second week of August!

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Kallypso Masters currently is working on a four-book series with MASTERS AT ARMS due out in early August 2011, NOBODY'S ANGEL in mid to late August 2011, NOBODY'S HERO in November 2011, and NOBODY'S PERFECT in February 2012. 

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Friday, July 8, 2011

Organizing Rescue Me series excerpts in order

If you want to follow (in order) excerpts from my two August releases in the RESCUE ME series, here's a handy-dandy way (with links!). NOTE: Some of these scenes have been slightly revised to keep up with the latest versions of the manuscripts! As I begin final edits, I'll try to keep the latest manuscript versions posted in these excerpts (because they just keep getting better and better)! Enjoy!

From MASTERS AT ARMS (prequel to RESCUE ME series):
Adam and Karla's first meet (9 years before their romance)--guest blog
New Scene: Karla sees Adam without his shirt for the first time NEW!
Six-Sentence Sunday: Karla's Declaration NEW!
Six-Sentence Sunday: Savannah's Despair (WARNING: Very dark) NEW!
Damian to the Rescue (Contest at Review site: comment below the excerpt to win!) NEW!
Hot Teenaged Sex on the Beach (Damian and Savannah's story)
Ah, Shit. Not Again (Master Marc has an unwelcome visitor from the past) NEW!
Masters at Arms Published & Six Sunday (Master Marc "tortures" unwelcome visitor) NEW!
Master Marco? Oh, shit! (Master Marc gets a surprise night before joining Navy) NEW!
Capt. Montague (Master Adam) tells it like it is (Adam pulls Damian back from brink)
Cover Art for Masters at Arms (Karla and Damian meet during her audition)
Six-Sentence Sunday (Adam finds Karla auditioning in his sex club)

From NOBODY'S ANGEL (first novel in RESCUE ME trilogy):
Snippet from Prologue of Nobody's Angel (Marc and Angelina's first meet) revised!
Six-Sentence Sunday from prologue of Nobody's Angel (continuation of above snippet)
Luke gets back into the game (first menage scene for Luke-Angelina-Master Marc)
Luke, the reluctant hero (Luke-Angelina-Master Marc on drive to Denver)

Bookmark this page and check back later to keep up with revisions and new excerpts!

MASTERS AT ARMS is in final edits and on schedule to be released by the second week of August.

NOBODY'S ANGEL will be released in mid to late August. (It's at the editor's now and depends on how extensive the revisions will be!)

Kallypso Masters is working on a four-book series with MASTERS AT ARMS in early August 2011, NOBODY'S ANGEL in mid to late August 2011, NOBODY'S HERO in November 2011, and NOBODY'S PERFECT in February 2012. 
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Luke gets back into the game

Luke Denton lost his wife in a mountain accident seven years earlier. The night before this scene, he met Angelina, whom he nicknamed Angel. He doesn’t know yet that she’s the daughter of the man who died trying to save his wife in that accident. He blames himself because he and his wife shouldn’t have been where they were at the time.

But Luke is attracted to Angel and, just before he and Marc come to dinner at her home, has taken off his wedding ring for the first time since he married nine years ago. Angelina is a gourmet chef and the meal is their reward for "rescuing her" from Sir Asshole the night before at her friend's bar. (You may recall Sir Asshole from the Prologue snippet from Nobody's Angel.) 

In this scene, Angelina will be dessert. The three are on the sofa, with Angelina's back supported by Marc. She had been attacked by Sir Asshole just before Luke and Marc arrived, which is why she said it hurt so much to...well, I'll let you discover that as you read on.

This is the unedited version! The scene starts in Angelina's point of view, then shifts to Luke's.

Luke's hand skimmed along her right leg, up to her thigh under her skirt, drawing ever closer to her pussy, then retreated. Teasing. She surprised herself when, wanting more, she opened her thighs wider. She'd never behaved so wantonly in her life. But guilt over taking pleasure without giving anything back assailed her. She should try to slow things down so she could touch them, too. If only she could move.

Luke's fingertips slid along her outer pussy lips. Her bare pussy lips.

"Hot damn, Angel."

She smiled and her pelvic area warmed. "It hurt too much to bend over to put panties on."

She felt Marc's erection throb against her lower back as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Is that the only secret you have kept from us, cara?"

She smiled. "That's for me to know and you to find out."

Oh, my! What had gotten into her? What other secrets could she possibly possess?

When Luke's finger delved between her very wet folds, she hissed and her smile faded as she focused on the sensation of his finger easing deep inside her pussy. She gasped as her pelvis bucked upward, taking his finger deeper.

Angelina moaned.

"That's it, bella. Let him know how much you love what he's doing to your pussy."

She flushed hearing him say the word. She didn't use such sexually explicit language out loud, but hearing her girly bits discussed so openly shocked—and stimulated—her.

Luke withdrew his finger, then reentered her with two fingers and heat rose in her body. Her hips bucked upward as she moaned again. Marc tilted his own hips up, raising her pelvis higher into the air. He took one of the chintz sofa pillows and wedged it under his hips to keep their pelvises in the air. Not for her comfort, she realized, but to give Luke better access to her.

Luke's head moved toward her pussy. She anticipated what his lips and mouth would feel like on her, although she'd never been touched in that way before. Allen just made a face when she'd indicated her interest in him trying it, even though he'd certainly enjoyed her going down on him.

"What was that thought, pet?"

"I, um, nothing important. I don't think…" She lowered her hands to push Luke's head away and to try to close her legs, which was impossible with Luke wedged between them, holding her legs.

"No, pet. Your body tells me what you were thinking was very important. Tell us."

She bit her lower lip. She didn't want to speak the words out loud—and certainly didn't want to bring up Allen's name. "No one's ever…" Mio Dio, she couldn't finish the thought.

Luke looked up at her and smiled. "Angel, I'd be honored if you'd let me be the first." She looked down at Luke, who gazed up at her. "Darlin', I need to taste you. Please."

"Don't deny him, bella. Share your treasure with Luke."

How could she refuse when he looked as if he actually enjoyed doing this? She relaxed just a little in acquiescence and Marc took her wrists, crossing and tucking them behind her head again.

"Don't move your hands again, pet."

Oh, no! She'd forgotten about moving her arms. Why did disobeying Marc disturb her so much? Trusting her once more to keep them where he placed them, Marc's hands returned to playing idly with her nipples.

Her face flamed. What if no man ever offered to please her in this way again? How could she miss out on what might be her only chance to experience something she'd only read about? Angelina nodded with a whimper, then let her legs fall open wider. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, and relaxed against Marc's hard chest.

He chuckled, reverberating against the back of her head. "Cara, you act as if you're offering yourself as a sacrifice."

"Shhh. I'm preparing to just feel."

Taking her relaxation as consent, Luke crooked her right leg and placed her foot along the back of the sofa and her left foot on the floor, spreading her knees wider and lowering his mouth once more to her pussy.

Marc pinched her nipples as Luke nipped at the insides of her thighs with his teeth, causing a rapid intake of breath in response. Luke's lips drew closer to her nether lips, then pulled away, trailing kisses and his tongue from her thighs to her knees. He repeated his teasing torture of her body until she bucked toward him each time his mouth approached her center.

More! She wanted more. Kiss me…lick me…there. How could she put into words what she wanted without embarrassing herself or sounding like a slut?

"Please!" It took her a moment to realize the needy plea had come from her lips. She opened her eyes to find Luke grinning up at her.

* * *

Hot damn!

His Angel was begging him to continue. "Much obliged, darlin'." Her close-clipped pussy called to him and he lowered his mouth. Her clit was erect, protruding from its hood, but he avoided it as he pressed his tongue against the opening of her wet pussy. Shit. Clearly, she was turned on. So was he. He adjusted his legs to keep from strangling his erect cock.

Flattening his tongue, he stroked her from her vagina, firm at first, then lightly brushing over her clit, he grinned when she tilted her hips and pressed her pussy into his face. The lady liked that and wanted more.

Not yet, darlin'.

Continuing to avoid her firm pressure on her clit, he licked the sides of the hood, holding her hips down so she wouldn't be able to control where he touched her. Her groan of frustration succeeded in turning him on even more.

No longer able to resist—or deny her—he pulled the tiny erection into his mouth with his lips and flicked his tongue over the tip, gently at first. Her hips fought to buck upward. Emboldened, he placed his teeth over the hard nubbin and pulled gently.

"Oh, God!" Like a trigger, her hips bucked up into his face again. "Mio Dio! I can't take any more!"

Marc laughed. "Hush, cara. He's only just starting."

Damn straight.

"The best is yet to come, cara. Lie back and enjoy the ride."

Luke pulled back and, with his fingers, opened her outer lips to allow himself a chance to look at her. Her pussy was so beautiful, like the center of a flower. A very wet, pink flower. He lowered himself to her again, wrapping his hands around her thighs to hold her down again as his tongue lightly circled her hood. Her thighs alternately relaxed, then tried to clamp against his head like a vise grip. His cock strained against his jeans. Shit, it had been so damn long.

He paused to take a breath and looked up at her. She lay slumped against Marc, her eyes closed, but arousal written all over her face. She opened her eyes and smiled down at him, waiting. Time to take her the rest of the way on that ride Marc had promised. Luke went down on her again, holding her pussy lips open with his thumbs and preparing to finish what he'd started. He still couldn't believe his head was between Angel's thighs pleasing the hell out of her. He smiled.

As he lapped at her sweet juices, he heard her tiny mewling sounds reminding him of a litter of kittens. He could tell by the tremors in her thighs she was getting closer. He took his middle finger and plunged inside her wet pussy. She gasped and squeezed his finger. How much longer could she last? He plunged two fingers inside her. Damn, she was tight.


Aw, shit, darlin'. Don't do this to me. You're so close.

But the lady told him to stop. Luke took several deep breaths in frustration, inhaling her scent before he pulled back to look at her. Her brow was creased in confusion. Hell, he knew this was her first time with oral, but he didn't want to leave her hanging like this. Still, he couldn't force her to enjoy the experience either.

"No, don't stop!"

He smiled. "You sure, darlin'?"

"I don't know." He could almost see the warring factions duking it out across her face.

Luke watched Marc stroking her breasts and squeezing her nipples and wondered what it would be like to suck on them, but he had another project to complete first. Maybe she was just on sensory overload. He was pretty damn sure she'd never been with two men at once before. Hell, sharing a woman was new for him, too. But he loved pleasing her and if she wanted two men loving her at once, she'd get it.

"Tell me what you need, Angel."

"I need…" A look of frustration crossed her face and she closed her eyes.

Don't shut me out, darlin'.

When she opened them again, she looked as if she'd come to a decision. He held his breath, waiting.

"I need to come."

He released the pent-up air from his lungs with a laugh. "Damn right, you do. Hang on, baby girl." Luke lowered his head yet again, hoping he wouldn't raise it again until she'd exploded against his mouth. Backtracking a bit, he opened her up and licked her vagina, then resumed his tender assault on her clit, building up quickly to firmer strokes. Her tremors told him she was ready.

"Oh, Mio Dio!"

"Voli. Fly apart for him, bella."

Luke felt her body stiffen. So close. He rammed two fingers inside her as he flicked her tiny erection with his tongue. She arched her back. When he pumped three fingers into her pussy like a piston, her walls clenched and spasmed around them. Shit. So tight.

"Oh, my God! I'm coming!"

Damn right you are, darlin'.

Luke increased the motion of his fingers and tongued her clit faster. When he sucked her nubbin into his mouth, Angelina exploded.

"Mio Dio! Don't stop! Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh! Yesssssss!" Her body bucked and jolted like a bronco just out of the gate. He wrenched every ounce of the orgasm from her, convinced that, if he and Marc hadn't been holding her down, she would have flown right off the couch.

He'd done that for her. He smiled as he sat up and looked up at the look of ecstasy on her face.

Hot damn.

Hot damn, indeed! 

Kallypso Masters is working on a four-book series with MASTERS AT ARMS in early August 2011, NOBODY'S ANGEL in late September 2011, NOBODY'S HERO in December 2011, and NOBODY'S PERFECT in February 2012.
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