Poppy Rider and the Glass Shards

Blurb

Poppy Rider's grandmother asks Poppy (a/k/a "Little Red") to help out a good friend--Moira, the Good Witch of the North, rescue her son who is in the clutches of the Ice Queen. Poppy and her two companions--Will Hunter and Gray--set out to assist Moira. There are indeed complications--such as demons, hungry prehistoric wolves, polar bears, and a savagely cold climate. But sizzling nights including man sex and menage sex heat thing up for these lusty adventurers--and a passionate journey of discovery for Poppy and her companions as they progress toward their own happily-ever-after.

Excerpt

"So what's the emergency, Red? Gram's message said it was urgent. I thought you were dying or something."

Where did she start? She closed the cabin door, taking her time, trying to figure out how to tell him what her grandmother had told her.

"You are not going to believe this."

"So, you're not in trouble? Then what's this all about?"

"Hey, I'm sorry she got you down here under false pretenses. Do you want something to eat? You look all beat."

"Well, jeez, I flew off the mountain once I got her message. I thought something had happened to you." He strode across the room and grabbed her by the arms. Lifting her off the floor, he planted a blistering kiss on her lips that curled her toes and it sure did leave her breathless. There was something about the scratch of a man's beard that sent her libido soaring.

Carefully, he lowered her until her feet touched the floor. His look was very dark, very rough and rugged. She felt the burn begin to simmer low in her loins. And like it always did when Will came to town, everything else flew out of her head. Clothing hit the floor with the speed of light. Both hers and his. A condom magically appeared. She found herself flat up against the closed door, legs raised, her breasts flattened against his broad black-pelt covered chest, with him pounding into her with his thick, hard cock. Her arms clamped around his neck, his lips fused to hers, the repeated sound of wood creaking with each powerful thrust into her pussy. The scrape and burn of bristly beard pushed her higher, faster. The friction of heat against her flesh, his cock pressing her open, burned her up inside.

God, how could she forget how good it was with him when he was in town? How could she forget how much she loved being in his arms, having him inside her? He yanked her away from the door, dropped to his knees and continued thrusting into her, shoving her down onto the primitive multi-colored rug Gray had vacated earlier that day. Poppy's legs curled around Will's waist, her hips levered off the floor, sending him deeper inside her.

Sweat dripped. She licked a salty droplet from his neck, then latched onto his earlobe and tugged. He growled and ground deeper into her, fused bodies, he rotated his hips and she thought she was going to shatter as her climax roared through her with the speed of a raging forest fire hungry for dry timber. He captured her scream with his mouth, swallowed it whole. Slowly she floated back down into her own body, every nerve ending wildly alive. Will was still hard as rock. He pulled from inside her. Then he lifted her as though she weighed no more than a feather and flipped her over, pulling her up onto her knees. She loved his lumberjack build, the chained strength of him as he positioned her beneath him. She was so wet he slid into her channel with ease, sensations fired as her flesh stretched to accommodate his girth. The sweet ache ran so deep she almost cried with the deeply entrenched bliss that settled inside her. No matter how many times she might deny it, mating with him felt so damned right it scared her.

And then he began to move, slowly he retreated and then, with a controlled thrust he slid back inside her. Over and over again he rocked into her. She shoved back against him, grinding her own hips, wanted to feel that sweet ache--needing to experience it. She arched and somehow he sank even deeper. She caught her breath, rubbed her clit against the hard log wedged inside her and a small tremor rocked through her. She gasped and pushed again. He pulled out, then back into her, his cock sliding so easily through her cream.

"God, you feel good, babe," he said in his deep, raspy voice, like sandpaper scraped across raw wood. "I forget how good it is with us when we fuck. I've missed you."

His hands spanned her waist as he pumped into her. It seemed like she floated in a warm sea of pleasure. She let it carry her away, not wanting it to end. Will certainly knew how to wield that weapon of his in a most lusty and satisfying way. Two more thrusts and he came inside her. Her own third orgasm rippled through her. Then finally Will collapsed beside her onto the rug. She rolled the other way and dropped onto her back. Her body felt like it was still steaming from the fiery combustion that exploded between them.

The cool air felt good as she lay there trying to catch her breath. Wow. Then something made her look up and she spotted Gray, paws up on the window ledge, his eyes focused on Will and her in all their naked glory.

"Damned wolf," she muttered as she sprang up from the floor, stalked over to the window, and then yanked the red curtains closed.

::You do not think that's going to keep me from fantasizing about what you're doing in there.::

She refused to answer him. She pivoted around and looked at Will, who lay back against the floorboards, eyes closed, a smile on his lips. God, he looked so good. "I'm up for a shower," she said. A cold one would probably do very well right now because she'd really just like to get back down on that floor and screw some more. Instead she stalked toward the bathroom.

"Wait," Will called, "I'll come with you. You can scrub my back for me."