NEW RELEASE: Report For Booty by Jodi Redford #RedHotHeroes
A Kinky Chronicles Crossover story
Mason Gamble and Nash Vincent are pros at making people sweat. As former Army Rangers who run the toughest, ball-busting fitness boot camp in Michigan, they take great pride in that fact. But thanks to the knockout brunette house sitting next door, suddenly they’re the ones experiencing excess perspiration. Fortunately, the perfect opportunity to be neighborly presents itself courtesy of a package delivery snafu.
Regan Wallace has trust issues. Specifically, trusting that her best friend won’t make good on her threat to send a Strip-O-Gram for Regan’s birthday. Is it any wonder she’d jump to the wrong conclusion when two gorgeous, camo-garbed hunks land on her front doorstep? Oops. The crazy part? They don’t seem the least bit scandalized or offended by her boneheaded blunder. Judging by the sinful heat in their eyes, they’re all too happy to provide her with a little two-on-one dirty dancing. For a woman recovering from a bad breakup, fielding the interest of two sex-on-a-stick men is both surreal and exhilarating. Indulging in a three-way fling? Completely out of her comfort zone. But with her stay limited to a week, some no-strings-attached sex might be precisely what she needs to get her confidence back in stride.
None of them are prepared for the consequences of a sexy fling feeling like so much more. As Regan’s stay draws closer to an end, Mason and Nash realize there’s no way in hell they’re letting the perfect woman slip through their fingers. And when it comes to fighting for her love, there are no fitter warriors for the ultimate battle to her heart.
This Veteran’s Day, find home in the heart of our heroes with Report For Booty, part of the Red Hot Heroes multi-author series. Stands alone for reading enjoyment.
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Mason’s forehead furrowed. “Shit, I should have thought to ask—you’re not a vegetarian, are you? We can always whip something else up if you are.”
“No, not at all. I’ve never passed down a burger in my life. In case you couldn’t tell.” She patted her hip.
He tracked the motion of her hand and licked his lips. That wordless gesture went straight to her pussy. She squirmed, inadvertently making the situation a thousand times worse when the crotch of her panties pulled tight across her clit.
As if he was fully aware of her predicament, Mason pinned her with a smoky stare. Nash chuckled. “I’m gonna light the grill. If anything sexy transpires in here without me there will be hell to pay.” He directed that last part to Mason before ambling from the room.
Licking her own lips nervously, she fidgeted with her wine glass’s stem. “Have you…” She trailed off awkwardly, uncertain how to proceed.
Mason captured her free hand, his fingertips a distracting graze over hers. “Have I what?” he prodded.
The lazy glide of his thumb along hers stirred tendrils of heat from her nipples all the way to her core. The sensation only intensified when he lifted her hand to his mouth and bit the tip of her finger. Apparently he wasn’t worried about that hell to pay. Then again, maybe he didn’t consider what he was doing particularly sexy. If that was the case, boy, her increasingly damp panties had a thing or two to say about that misassumption.
She swallowed hard, desperately trying to concentrate. “Have you two been with the same woman before? Together, I mean.”
“Oh.” She’d figured as much, after that parting shot from Nash. But hearing Mason confirm it still left her in a bit of shock. Mostly because he’d actually admitted to it. She was used to her ex’s policy of keeping her in the dark on his sexual proclivities.
“Does it bother you?”
“I’m not sure.” She dissected it for a moment, trying to determine if the shakiness in her belly was nerves or disgust. Then she thought about being pressed between their hard bodies, their sweat blending with hers as their cocks shuttled in and out. In and out. Driving her higher and higher on a wave of rapture. She shivered. “No.”
She waited for him to say something more. Possibly suggest the three of them enacting one of those dirty scenes Nash mentioned. Instead he dropped her hand and topped off her wine glass before clinking it with his.
“What are we toasting to?”
“The holy trifecta—books, burgers, and beautiful babes.”
His toast prompted her laugh and a burst of giddiness at the outrageous compliment. Oh yeah, she could definitely get used to their ego stroking if she wasn’t careful. “All good things come in threes?”
His slow smile added to the already drenched state of her panties. “All night long, sweetness. All night long.”