Please help me welcome Liz Crowe to the blog today!
Today she's sharing an exclusive deleted scene from her August 10th Ellora's Cave release, Lust on Tap. And people, when I tell you this scene steamy, I mean you're gonna need a cigarette when you're finished reading... even if you don't smoke.
Helena put her book down on the empty chair next to her and sighed, stretching her legs and arms in opposite directions. She wiggled her toes further down in the sand, relishing the pleasant soreness between her legs. Dustin had surprised her Christmas morning, waking her from a dead sleep with a smack on the ass and a stocking full of Ray Bans, sunscreen, a couple of paperback books and a plane ticket. She’d tried to say no, but they’d been working so damn hard on the brewery together, fucking and fighting with equal zeal. A beach getaway sounded heavenly.
So here she was, fresh squeezed orange juice at her side, the amazing deep blue of the Mediterranean Sea a few feet from her cushy lounge chair. And her men—Erik had met them at the small airport with a huge shit-eating grin and a giant hug for them both. A blush crept up her face at the memory of that first night. They hadn’t seen each other in a while and the reunion was, to say the least, smoking hot.
How she’d managed to find herself here—marketing director of a hugely successful brewery and living with its handsome owner and founder who was madly in love with her, when he wasn’t yelling at her over spending too much money on point of sale, advertising or upgrading packaging. He was an incredibly talented and adventurous lover. The man could make her orgasm with something like two touches anymore. He was also funny, irritating and a control freak. She sighed, and got to her feet. As an early riser she always managed to beat the men outside, enjoying an hour or two of solitude before they joined her.
Today they were going scuba diving—or Dustin and Erik were. The thought of being underwater and breathing at the same time freaked her out so she planned to take pictures and get some sun on the boat. They had about an hour to eat before getting picked up. Wandering back up the sand, she tried not to let her usual recalcitrance about Dustin’s recent insistence that they get married aggravate her and ruin the morning. If she were honest with herself she couldn’t name one reason why she kept refusing him. But it felt wrong to her, scary even so she kept telling him no.
She opened the French doors from the huge patio into the cool interior, stopped in the kitchen to put on coffee. Gazing out into the movie-set perfect lawn she sipped more juice and decided to wake the boys with a little surprise. She slipped out of her bikini and padded down the long dark hallway to the huge luxurious bedroom, already tingling in anticipation of their lips and bodies all over her. God she was so spoiled. She smiled and opened the door slowly, already picturing them—Erik’s long, strong blond god-like perfection likely sprawled on top of the covers on his back, one strong arm thrown over his eyes. Dustin would be on his stomach, his dark head half under the pillow, on leg under, one on top of the silky duvet. She frowned at the empty bed. The evidence of their kinky playtime the night before was still scattered around the room. A couple of dildoes, a tube of lubrication and a set of handcuffs were in a messy pile of silk that used to be her nightgown until Erik ripped it off her in his haste to have his “turn” as he liked to say. She picked up the shreds of one of the most expensive Victoria’s Secret items she’d ever bought, her natural thriftiness a little irritated by the waste.
A sound made her turn. She heard it again—a soft grunt, then a sigh. She grinned and walked to the closed bathroom door. Although “bathroom” was a bit of a misnomer—the room was more like a spa in and of itself. A giant shower big enough for a family of six boasted side nozzles, and a huge showerhead in the ceiling. The deep tub had tiny little jets along the bottom and was hands-down perfect for three. There was a side room with a small fridge, flat screen tv and a leather covered bed where they’d ended up that first night, in a tangled up trio of arms, legs, lips and tongues.
She tiptoed in and saw them there, her men, and her whole body zinged at the amazing scene that met her eyes. Dustin was on his back, his legs over the side and between them crouched Erik. His mouth was down over Dustin’s cock, one hand on his flexed thigh the other buried under his balls. Helena bit her lip and moved back so they wouldn’t hear her. Dustin had his hand fisted in Erik’s long blond hair and was thrusting his hips, forcing Erik to take his long shaft down his throat. Erik closed his eyes, and she saw his hand move again. She clenched her fists, knowing the feel of the soft skin between Dustin’s balls and ass.
Her skin flushed and her still sore pussy pulsed as she watched the amazing sight-the two picture-perfect men who loved her in an excruciatingly erotic tangle of hard flesh. She slipped her hand between her legs, needing contact, gasping when Dustin groaned out a single word. “Now.”
Erik slid his lips up and off Dustin’s cock and yanked him to his feet, flipped him around and buried his glistening thick shaft in the other man’s ass. Dustin cried out, arched his back and shot an arc of cum across the bed coating the leather in a truly amazing display. Erik smacked his ass, then gripped his hips and pounded into him as Dustin shuddered in the aftermath of his massive orgasm. “Harder,” Dustin yelled. “You know you want to.” He dropped to all fours. Erik gave a long, low groan closed his eyes.
Helena fell into a chair, spread her legs and stroked her clit, gasping at the incredible sight when Erik yanked himself out of Dustin’s body and came all over the man’s back. He went up on his toes and Helena watched his strong ass and leg muscles flex as he kept coming, kept pumping more and more creamy fluid across Dustin’s skin. “Fuck.” He sighed, once he finally finished and flopped down on to the leather alongside Dustin who had collapsed and rolled over.
Her hand moved of its own accord, she pinched her nipple hard and her body spasmed. “Oh God,” she sighed, staring at the Italian tile ceiling over the tub. “Yes.” She closed her eyes and gave into a small shuddering orgasm.
“Now that is one of my personal favorite words.” A deep, raspy, familiar voice made her eyes fly open. “But not quite good enough.”
She smiled, threaded her hands in Dustin’s thick dark hair and propped one foot on his shoulder as he zeroed in on her still pulsing sex. Erik’s hands appeared on her shoulders, worked their way down and cupped her breasts, flicking at her nipples. “Agreed,” he said, sighing into her ear. “Let’s see if we can do a little better.”
She sucked in a breath at the smell and feel of her men, the musky unmistakable scent of their encounter filling her senses as she reached behind her and put her arms around Erik’s neck. “Okay,” she said, angling her hips to give Dustin more access. “Go for it.”
Lust on Tap Deleted scene.
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LUST ON TAP! Available now from Ellora’s Cave. http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10265-lust-on-tap.aspx
When wealthy brewery owner Dustin Prufrock meets sexy saleswoman Helena Turner, sparks fly—angry sparks. They seem destined to do nothing but clash, until a hot hook-up in a cold beer cooler changes everything.
For Dustin, it’s a life-changing moment and one that sets him on a path away from his birthright. Helena is forced to face her fears about committing to a man considered the playboy of the micro brewing world. The power of pre-conceived notions nearly tears them apart, until they meet up with Erik, Dustin’s old friend from the brewing institute in Munich, who provides them with an erotic and emotional connection that completes them all.
But fate has different plans, and Dustin is forced to take responsibility for his old life as heir to a large business. While he slips back into his expected role, Helena and Erik are thrown together in an attempt to run Dustin’s brewery without him. But the strength and trust of their once-balanced threesome has been shattered, and mutual lust might not be enough to keep them all together.
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Bio: Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great middle west, in a Major College Town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry) has prepped her for life as erotic romance author. When she isn't sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.