Thanks so much for hosting my new
release today. Her Husband’s Army Buddy is out now, and the first in a new
series called McLeod Security.
Like so many of my stories, this
one started as a flash on my blog. Little did I know then, that it would evolve
into a series. When I expanded the flash, it was to be a short story in honor
of one of my reader’s birthdays. The Sandy in the story J
As I wrote it took on a life of
its own, side characters popped up demanding their story to be told, and hey
presto a new series was born. Book two is already completed and the next two
are in the planning stages.
I should add that all stories
will be Standalones, loosely connected through McLeod Security, some darker
than others, with different pairings and D/s dynamics, and familiar characters
will pop up throughout.
Blurb:
McLeod
Security, 1
There should only ever be two people in a
marriage...
Sandy McLeod has been perfectly happy in her
D/s relationship with her husband Zane for the last ten years. Until his old
army buddy re-enters their life.
Sean Manson is altogether too handsome, too
virile, far too much of anything. The man oozes dominance, danger, and leashed
aggression, and Sandy can’t help but respond to him. Neither can Zane. He
walked away from Sean once. Now, he’s back, long suppressed feelings bubble to
the surface and cannot be denied. When Sandy agrees to a threesome, happiness
seems within their grasp. Sean’s demons, however, threaten to destroy
everything they hold dear.
Sean never meant to come between husband and
wife, let alone hurt either one of them. Surely, the only solution is to walk
away from them both. When you’re the missing piece, however, walking is simply
not an option.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal
sex, BDSM, m/m sex, sex toys, double penetration
Available from:
Excerpt:
“We need to get her out of this
dress, Sir.”
Hearing her husband address Sean
like that gave her a secret thrill, the likes of which she wouldn’t have
thought possible. To know that she was at the mercy of two Doms, one of which
was an unknown entity made this whole thing extra exciting. Whether it was the
perceived danger Sean represented, the not knowing how far he would take
things, her befuddled brain couldn’t quite figure out. She stopped thinking
altogether when Zane unzipped her dress at the back, followed by the snap on
her bra and slid his hands around her ribcage to cup her freed breasts.
“Let her go a minute so we can
lose these contraptions.” Zane’s grumbled command pitched her need even higher.
Sean stopped kissing her, the
pressure on her wrists ceased, and in the next instant she was naked, barring
her soaked through thong, hold-up stockings, and the heels she still wore.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Sean’s
deep voice showed his admiration of her body as much as his perusal of her as
he stepped back and let his hot gaze roam all over. “Spread her for me, so that
I can look my fill of our sweet cunt.”
The dirty words turned her on
almost as much as her husband’s immediate response.
“Your wish is my command, Sir.”
Zane kicked her legs apart and
held her wrists firmly behind her back. Sean, in the meantime, shrugged out of
his shirt, and kicked his shoes and trousers off with a speed that left her
dizzy. As did the size of his erection straining against the damp confines of
his boxers. To know she’d done that to him was a heady aphrodisiac indeed, as
was her husband’s erection pushing against her ass.
Sean divested himself of his
boxers, too, and she gasped when his thick shaft bobbed up to his navel. She’d
been right. He was huge. While his girth wasn’t as thick as Zane’s he had a
good half inch in length, and Zane wasn’t exactly small in that department.
Heavily veined, Sean’s
magnificent cock looked ready to explode all over again, the broad tip already
glistening in pre-cum.
She wanted to taste him so badly,
yet Zane’s grip on her wrists stopped her from reaching out. As though Sean had
read her thoughts, he groaned and, taking his shaft in his hand, pumped a few
times along its length.
“Soon, you get to suck my cock,
sweet girl, but for now, I need to taste you properly.” With that he got to his
knees. As tall as he was that action brought his head level with her breasts,
and he wasted no time in taking full advantage of that fact. Sean held each
breast in his large hand, and grinning up at her pushed them together, before
he took both nipples into his mouth and sucked hard.
Sandy tugged at Zane’s restraints,
and her knees would have buckled had Zane not pushed his thigh between her legs
to keep her upright. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave
herself over to the intense sensations Sean’s talented tongue subjected her to.
Her nipples had always been sensitive, a livewire straight to her clit, and
with the dual sensation of Sean’s sucks and the gentle friction Zane’s leg
created between her thighs, she climbed the rungs of arousal in record time.
Her hips bucked against her husband’s leg as she sought to increase the
friction she needed to go over.
A sharp bite to her shoulder
coincided with Sean releasing his hold on her nipples with an audible pop.
“No coming without your Sirs’
permission, baby girl, or we’ll leave you hanging.”
Sure enough, Zane withdrew his
thigh, while Sean grasped her hips to keep her steady. He kissed his way down
her soft belly, interspersing kisses with little bites that left her hovering
on the precipice. He bypassed her pussy and, flinging one of her legs over his
shoulder, nibbled along the edge of her stocking.
“Hmm, as much as I love these,
they need to come off. Look at me, pet.”
Sandy’s eyes flew open, and the
sight of Sean between her legs made another gush of moisture trickle past the
elastic of her thong. He licked that trail away, and she groaned.
“Please, I need to, please.”
Grinning, Sean blew a stream of
hot air across her still covered slit, and her clit contracted in need.
“What do you need, sweet Sandy?
Do you need to come?” He nudged his nose along her vulva, inhaling deeply, and
Sandy jerked. Not that it got her very far because Zane’s hold on her wrists
never lessened, and Sean’s fingers dug into her hips with so much pressure, she
would surely be left with bruises. The thought of carrying his marks made
breathing even more difficult, and she groaned her reply.
“Please, so close, I … God…”
She wasn’t entirely sure what
pleas were spilling from her lips, and in truth she was far too gone to care.
With Zane’s harsh breaths in her ear, and Sean’s dirty words she was a goner.
“So very eager. I can see your
little clit push against this lace. You’re close, aren’t you, sweet thing? Such
a turn-on. What do you think, Zane, should we let her come or torture her some
more?”
Sean let go of her hips briefly
to tear her thong clean off of her, and then he looked his fill.
“So very wet, and pink. Your hole
is clenching, begging to be filled. What do you want in there, pet? My tongue?
My fingers? My cock? Or Zane’s? Tell me, or I’ll leave you hanging and fuck
your husband instead.”
About
Doris
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha
heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From
contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love
stories are guaranteed.
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