Skip to content

NSFW Excerpt from Weekend Surrender

by on September 20, 2013

Weekend Surrender releases with JK Publishing on Tuesday and I can’t wait! I’ve been working on this story for a full year, and I know I’ve been teasing you with tiny snippets. Here’s a good sized taste of what you will get with Rachel and her men!

Weekend Surrender Surrender Trilogy Book 1

Weekend Surrender
Surrender Trilogy Book 1

 

The Surrender Trilogy Book 1: After another painful betrayal and break up, Rachael Morgan sets out to prove to herself that she can handle a good time with a man and walk away sexually satisfied and with her heart intact. She could have never imagined that she would be agreeing to the proposition of a lifetime. Every woman in Stone River, Texas would jump at this chance, but she’s afraid she’ll leave pieces of her heart behind.

Raised on their family ranch the four Brooks brothers have always shared everything. Even women.  When they find themselves face to face with the one person who could complete them all, they set out on a journey to claim her for their own.

Fate can place them all in the right place at the right time, but will Rachel be able to overcome her relationship scars, or is she destined to live her life alone believing that no man ever stays?

*There is no touching or titillation between siblings.*

 

 

Excerpt!

 

Sawyer was in the kitchen frying bacon when Rachel emerged from Rogan’s bedroom the next morning.  He had spent most of the night wishing it was him in her bed and not his brothers.  It was ridiculous to be so smitten with a woman who resisted a commitment, but it was his reality right now.

She nearly brought him to his knees when she stepped into the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed in a pair of well-worn blue jeans, a t-shirt advertising the local rodeo, and bare feet.  Even her toes were sexy, how was that even possible?

“Morning, Sawyer.  Mmm…something smells good in here,” she spoke from across the room, and her body language gave her away.  Her nerves were back and she was worried about what they would think of her in the morning light.

Beckoning her with his free hand, he was pleased when she walked directly to his side.  “Morning, baby.  Did you sleep well?”  He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in against his chest, and pressing his nose against her still damp hair.

“Better than I expected.  I’m not so sure about Parker and Rogan though.  Rogan hit the floor at least once last night.  Parker was lucky enough to have the side of the bed that was close to the wall.”  They both laughed, and Sawyer squeezed her tighter.

“Tonight Hudson and I are taking our chances with you.  I’ll be damned if I’ll have you for a weekend and not have the pleasure of sleeping next to you.”

She giggled, “Alright, but it’s your funeral.  So whatcha making?”

“Bacon and pancakes.  Sound good?”  The moan of pleasure she let out had his cock hardening in his jeans and he shifted her so she was pinned between him and the counter top.  “Mmm, I’ll take that as a yes.  Want a taste?”

He dipped his finger in the sticky syrup sitting nearby, and then lifted it to her lips.  Watching in amazement as those plump, pink lips parted for him and sucked deeply at his appendage.  His cock throbbed against his zipper, and he pressed it firmly into her belly as her tongue danced over the tip of his finger.  She released him with a loud “pop” and grinned up at him.

“Tastes decadent, but you know, I’m not really a bacon kinda girl.”

For just a moment Sawyer frowned down at the little brunette bundle, thinking he had actually made a mistake in selecting breakfast, but the wicked grin that split her face had his curiosity peaked.  “Not a bacon lover?  What kind of red-blooded Texas girl are you?”

“I’m actually more of a sausage fan…” her hand slid to the zipper that was already stretched to its capacity over his erection, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth when she squeezed his shaft.

“Fuck, Rachel!”

“Shut off the stove, Sawyer.  We can eat later.”

He didn’t even hesitate as he flipped the burner off, feeling no remorse for the pancake, which remained on the griddle and would be wasted.  If his woman was horny, he was damn sure going to oblige her in some morning fun, especially if it meant he got her all to himself.

Handing her the bottle of syrup, he scooped her up in his arms and whisked her into the office just off the kitchen.  It was the closest room with a locking door, and he was determined to make use of its privacy.  Kicking the door closed behind him, he sat her down on the edge of the large cherry wood desk, and quickly pushed the few items covering it to the floor.  With one step he had the door locked and he was back in Rachel’s arms.  Lips locked and teeth clashing as they both reached for the ecstasy they could only achieve together.

He tugged her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor, pleased to find her bra-less and arching up into his touch.  Clamping his lips over one nipple, he suckled hard drawing a yelp and a hiss of breath from her.

“Oh my God, Sawyer!”

She leaned back to rest on her elbows, and he quickly pulled her jeans down her thighs.  When he pulled them off her ankles, he took a moment to bend and press a kiss to the arch of each of her sexy bare feet.  Her moan of pleasure had him kissing his way up to the glorious V between her thighs.

Her scent was a seductive blend of wild flowers and woman, arousal and springtime.  The power of his own need to claim her took his breath away.  Feeling like a sap, he tugged her flimsy satin panties to one side and pressed a hot opened mouth kiss to her pussy.  She was already wet, and her juices were sweet and tangy.

“Oh my God, Sawyer!” she whimpered, and wiggled underneath his feasting mouth.

Pausing, Sawyer snagged the bottle of syrup from where it had landed next to her hip, and drizzled the sticky sweetness over the dip of her belly between her hips, and in a line down to her sweet spot.  She shivered with anticipation, and he nearly dropped the bottle on her.

“What are you doing now, cowboy?” she asked with a giggle.

“Well, ma’am, my breakfast was rudely interrupted, so I’m going to eat out.”  He didn’t need to wait for her response.  He knew she was just as turned on as he was.  There was a light pink flush covering her cheeks, throat, and upper chest, and her lips were parted with her heavy breathing.

The sweet sugar of the syrup paired with the delicious fragrance of Rachel made his knees buckle, and he knelt between her spread thighs lapping up the syrup and her cream furiously.  She began to thrust against him, and her fingernails found his scalp.  Scoring the skin and tugging at his hair, encouraging him to continue and begging him to stop all at once.  Taking in every subtle thrust and arch of her hips, he followed her with his tongue, pressing into her warm cavity before flickering over her pulsing clit.

“Sweet Jesus!  Sawyer, let me come!”

“You got it, sexy,” he said it just loud enough for her to hear him over her pants, and then he pressed two fingers into her pussy while sucking her clit between his lips.  She shattered underneath him, crying out and shivering with passion.  Moisture flooded out of her cunt and over his fingers, and he lapped it up with joy.  Bringing her pleasure was more satisfying than any orgasm he could remember having, like a drug, he craved more of it.

Her fingers found his hair and she tugged at him until he rose up over her limp body.  “Yes, ma’am?”

“That….was…amazing.”

Pride filled his chest, and his cock twitched in response.  “You’re welcome.”

 

Tell me what you think by leaving a comment!

As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori

 

Advertisements

From → Blog Roll

3 Comments
  1. lisagk permalink

    So hot I had to drink a glass of ice water. Thanks for the post.

  2. Diana Merritt permalink

    Enought with the teasing. I want this book!

  3. *jumps up and down in excitement!!!*

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: