Heart and Soul

Blurb

Laughtry and Mary share more than hot, adventurous sex. They're bounty hunters--business partners, who may have met by accident, but more likely were linked through destiny. Lovers of the same magnetic man--at different times--they are now bound to each other. Half Cherokee, Ray Blackhawk remains a shadow that hovers over both of them, or maybe between them. A man whose mark they both carry and whose memory still burns hot as the Oklahoma sun. A lover who disappeared from their lives like a ghostly mist at sunrise, leaving them both with heartache, questions, and no closure.

Now it's time to resolve the past. A motorcycle journey takes Laughtry and Mary from Tulsa to Freedom to confront Blackhawk and discover what changes time has wrought and whether love and memory can withstand the ravages of remembered passion. Or will the journey's end tear Laughtry and Mary apart? Will Blackhawk remember and choose one of them over the other? And can they accept what fate has planned? What will happen when the three of them finally confront each other for the first time? Together.

Excerpt

Oh, God, this man knew how to handle her so well. He seemed to mold and shape her, tame her in ways she never thought she could be tamed. Gave her what she needed, when she needed it. Climax or spanking, loving soft or riding hard. He knew just what she needed.

He turned the water off and grabbed a big, fluffy white towel to dry them off. Then he led her back into the bedroom, picked her up, and tossed her onto the bed. She spread her legs wide and one of her fingers circled her engorged, sensitive clit. Laughtry reached for his pants and pulled out a condom. Mary leaned up and snatched the small package from his hands.

Watching him, she tore the package open with her teeth, saw his expression darken as she pulled the rubber from its pouch and placed it over the mushroomed head. She watched the desire drench his expression as she quickly sheathed his erection. She leaned forward to kiss the tip, one hand surrounding him, the other cupping his balls.

When it was apparent he was close, his cock stretched tight, she dropped back onto the bed and again spread her thighs.

"Come and get me, baby. I'm ready for a hard ride." She grinned up at him and spread her lips. Her pussy was drenched and waiting.

Laughtry dropped over her. She curled a hand around his penis and pressed him to her opening, stroking the tip along the seam of her cunt before pressing it inside her hole. She reached around to grab his ass, digging her fingers deep into his firm flesh.

Laughtry surged forward and sank deep into her channel.

"Oh, God, yes," she growled. He filled her, pressed against the expanding walls of her vagina, surged forward and buried himself to the root. She felt the achy pleasure flood through her. And then he was pistoning inside her, in and out, grinding himself against her and she arched up to meet each of his demanding thrusts.

He shouted as he dove over the edge of his climax. Mary opened her eyes wide as she felt her own orgasm begin to peak. And then something drew her gaze toward the doorway. And her eyes opened wider as the climax pulsed through her body. And her gaze met those of the man now standing in the open doorway.