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Top psychic spy Fay Avalon saw too much on her latest mind traveling mission and is now on the run from her post-catastrophic dystopian government, searching for the truth and proof. She escapes but is shot down, landing in the arms of the enemy.In Drakker and Arlo’s world, women are so rare the men have accepted a polyandrous lifestyle. When the brothers stumble upon Fay unconscious in the wreckage of an aircraft, they are immediately attracted to her. Arlo wants to keep her, but Drakker knows they can’t. They must take her to their brother Logan Abán, leader of their people.Logan struggles with trusting anyone, even himself. When a beautiful, intelligent, and intriguing woman falls into their laps, his denied desires for intimacy challenge his need to trust the spy. He’s frustrated by romantic Arlo’s claims of her innocence. Even when pragmatic and dominating Drakker defends her as well, Logan refuses to trust his gut.Can one woman satisfy the diverse desires of three men? Will Logan’s fears be realized by betrayal? Is Fay to be sentenced to death as a spy, suffer a fate worse than death by being returned to her government as a traitor, or will she find a new life and love as the wife of three sexy brothers?
At her silence, he stripped off his shirt. A prickle of heat flushed
down her neck as she watched his arm muscles flex with the movement. She had
the strongest impulse to touch his smooth, tanned skin. She fought the urge to
reach out, but curiosity plagued her. Would it feel warm and silky, unlike the
pasty Dirt Dweller men who never made her core throb like this? She shook her
head and looked away, resisting the desire. But she couldn’t stop her gaze from
returning to him as he tossed the shirt down and hooked his thumbs over his
large silver buckle. His actions dropped his pants a tempting two more inches below
his hipbones, exposing the lower half of his hard stomach. Except for the hair
on his head, the man’s body was hairless. Those pants were riding low enough to
show some pubic hair by now, but there wasn’t any. She continued to stare at
his thumbs, hoping his pants would fall another inch lower.
“Beautiful lady?” Arlo tilted his head down, capturing her attention
when his long, semisweet-chocolate hair slipped over his muscled shoulder. Her
breath caught in her chest. Something about his long hair added to his sexual
attractiveness. The temptation to caress his physique and run her fingertips
through his silky-looking hair was overwhelming. She had to bite the inside of
her cheek to keep her hands tucked where they were.
“Ah, hmm.” The clearing of his throat drew her gaze up. He gave a cocky
smile. “If you keep looking at me with that hungry look in those stunning
violet eyes of yours…I’ll be honest, I don’t think I can stop myself from
kissing you.”
In her world, modesty was expected. Though reluctant, she dropped her
admiring scrutiny. Her pounding heart made her feel dizzy.
“Well.” Arlo’s tone was low as he slowly moved into her space while
reaching out to pull her closer to him. The soft scent of sage filled her
senses.
She didn’t resist his embrace as he whispered in her ear, “I’ll be
damned if that reaction wasn’t more of an invitation than a rejection.”
Captivated by the sexy sound of his voice and the words he spoke, she
didn’t argue with his observation. She wanted him to kiss her. No Dirt Dweller
would ever confess to lusting for a woman as Arlo just did. Just the thought he
desired her and let it be known made her heart beat faster. The idea of a man
lusting for a woman was sinfully enticing. Guilt washed over her, but didn’t
stay. She didn’t care how many prayers of forgiveness she would have to say for
this moment of passion. It would be worth it.
Arlo leaned back a smidgeon and angled his head down until their gazes
met. He briefly paused as if silently asking permission to kiss her. This time
she refused to look away. He gave a sexy smirk and a wink before slipping his
hand behind her neck in a seductive move bringing her mouth toward his
succulent lips. His lips merged with her willing mouth in a heated kiss. Their
bodies followed, pressing into each other. She couldn’t get close enough to
him.
He broke the kiss and murmured next to her ear, “If I’m moving too fast
for you, tell me.” He kissed her again not waiting for her answer. Fay couldn’t
think of a reason to stop him, nor did she want to.
His mouth was soft and warm. His kiss lingered on her lips, and the
warmth between her thighs moistened her panties. She glided her hands over him
as she molded her body into his. Every inch of her flesh craved him. She was
hungry to feel his body’s heat sizzle against hers. She imagined what he might
look like naked. Lusty images swirled around in her mind as her heart filled
with passion. Every cell in her body desired him.
Fay ravished every inch of his exposed skin with her fingers. She raked
them up and down his back never having felt a man’s body like this. He was so
hard and muscular. The sensation was driving her libido wild. In a moment of
clarity she realized what she was doing. She’d been raised to know she was
acting in a shameless and disgraceful manner. Teachings, not belief, made her
pull away from him. She’d never done anything like this before. It had to be
the fresh air. Maybe the levels of oxygen were higher here compared to her
Underworld’s limited supply.
He slipped his fingers along the closure of her flight suit making her
skin heat with wanton desire.
“Now, I’m getting distracted,” he said, pinching the pull tab of her
zipper between his fingers and sliding it downward.
Her breasts bounced with each rousing breath she took.
“I’m here to see you get a bath, my little filly. Are you going to get
undressed, or am I going to have to do it for you? And if I do it for you…it’ll
most likely lead us to…things other than bathing.”
“I-I don’t want to bathe.” She could not believe she said that.
He smiled. “Neither do I…right now.”
“There’s something else on my mind.”
“Mine too.” His hand fell from her zipper as he leaned slightly away
from her.
Her gaze followed his down to see he had an erection. She glanced up
and met his apologetic stare. He raised his brow silently asking for her
understanding.
“If I bring you back still smelling like my horse, Drakker will flip
out. He likes his woman smelling sweet.”
His woman? Fay stiffened her back and narrowed her eyes with his
insulting insinuation she belonged to Drakker.
Arlo’s brows rounded as he shifted his weight. “That didn’t come out
right, did it? I’m sorry. I just meant he thinks you’ll be more comfortable
washing off some of this rider’s dust. Trust me, it’s not like we’ve laid claim
on you as ours, but I ain’t saying we wouldn’t like to.”
Something about his foot-in-the-mouth demeanor made her laugh. Arlo was
a very sweet man. All day he’d questioned her about her comfort and kept trying
to make the ride easier for her. He was very attentive and had entertained her
with comments about their surroundings and life as an Airborne.
He joined her in her laughter. “Damn, those striking eyes can throw
some nasty daggers when they want to, huh? Holy moly, I’ve never seen a woman
get so fired up about being claimed. Most want to be. Guess those daggers mean
you’re a very independent woman, huh?”
At her nod, he continued. “Well, ain’t nothing wrong with that.
Nevertheless, I still got orders to get you bathed. If I don’t, Drakker will
have my hide. Since you ain’t making any moves to get in the water, I’m going
to help you.” He reached up and pulled the zipper down to her waist. His gaze
dropped. Hers followed. Her peeking cleavage held his interest.
Arlo slid his hands over her shoulders and down
her back, pushing the upper portion of her garment down over her hips. The
coolness of the gentle breeze against her skin made her gasp. What an
energizing feeling! Life here was so different. It was intoxicating. Even the
silky feel of her own waist-length hair brushing against the flesh of her back
was stimulating. The soft braid made little prickly bumps erupt all over her
skin. All these new feelings were unique because Dirt Dwellers never bathed without
bath clothes.
Allowing Arlo to remove her clothes was depraved by her church and
government’s standards, but somehow she just didn’t feel the humiliation she
should. It felt good to be bad. Everything in her world was too restricted and
confining in her opinion. Life here seemed freer, without shame, guilt,
judgment, or censorship. To live such a life was too foreign for her thoughts,
but in her dreams, she had longed for a life like this.
Arlo traced his fingers across her skin, giving her goose bumps from
the gentleness of his touch. A soft groan escaped him the minute he pinched at
the back of her bra hook, snapping it open.
“Come here,” he whispered before placing tiny, wet kisses along her
neck and throat until her breathing grew hard and rapid with a need she’d never
felt before.
“Little lady, this body of yours has been speaking to me all day long.
I’ve never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you, my lovely Star
Rider. Will you have me?” He swept the bra away from her breasts.
“I—”
“Arlo!” Drakker’s voice sliced through the twilight.
He stiffened then backed away from her. “We’re over here, bro.” His
sigh was heavy with what sounded like disappointment. “She’s just getting in
the stream now.” With a raised brow, he silently indicated she should get
bathing. “We’ll be up in ten.”
The cool breeze passing over her skin hardened her nipples. She covered
herself with her hands, but the moment she looked down, she realized there was
no point. She was already standing there half-naked for his perusal. Casting
her ingrained modesty aside, she dropped the rest of the clothing from her
lower half and rushed into the water. The crispness of the river stopped her
ankle deep. She screeched, retreating.
Arlo rushed forward, stopping her withdrawal with a strong arm around
her waist. “It’s mountain water. It’s going to be chilly.” He laughed, nudging
her gently back into the water.
“I can’t bathe in this.” She scampered out of his hold while trying to
dodge his grasp. He caught her again and jailed her in his arms. The playful
act pressed her breasts against him, flesh to naked flesh, lips just a breath’s
distance from one another. For one provocative moment, they silently stared
into each other’s eyes, and then their shallow breaths merged into a passionate
kiss.
There was no denying her desire for Arlo.
The man not only felt right, but he smelled right. He was temptation at its best.
Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the
world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.
Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series, and numerous articles in literary magazines, she has two award winning blogs.
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