Leslie's husband loves that men want her. She's sweet and vivacious, sassy and sexy, and has the libido (and the body) of a nymph! Darren will gladly share his horny wife with any man she deems worthy, and right now she wants his best friend Bo. The handsome Texan has dealt with nonstop tragedy since being discharged from the military, losing both his sister and his job in short order. Gripped by depression, Bo is in dire need of cheering up. When the vet accepts Darren's offer to stay with them until he gets back on his feet, he has no idea what's in store. Leslie's going to show this soldier a very good time!
This erotic tale is 17,000 words and for readers 18 and up.
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
I had the coffee ready for Darren before he headed off to work. When he joined Bo at the table I hung back in the corner to watch the two men play. They really were like brothers. There was the same intimacy, rivalry, dumb jokes, secret references. He didn't have long but he made the few minutes count.
When he got up to leave he clapped the big man on his shoulder. "Bo, I just want to make one thing clear before I go--"
"I know, I know," Bo chuckled, "keep my hands off your wife."
Darren's grin was to die for. "Well, unless she asks you to."
Bo was caught in a half-grin. His eyes quickly swiveled from his sergeant to me. "You know, comin' from the South, I'm a little slow," he said. "Can you run that by me one more time?"
Darren just patted his arm. "Mi casa, tu casa. What's mine is yours." He rounded the kitchen to give me my kiss goodbye. "It's gonna be a long day, sweetie. Show him a good time?"
I squeaked when he squeezed my bum. "Of course, dear," I said huskily. "I'll put a plate in the oven for when you get in."
Darren stopped by Bo one more time just to make sure he got the message. "Whatever she says, she's got my blessing. She's the squad leader by proxy."
Bo's perplexed expression followed my husband all the way out the door. "I think I'm missing something," he said.
With a smooth flick of my finger I switched off the coffee pot. With a smooth, hip-swaying stroll I rounded the table. Smoothest of all, I slid into Bo's lap and draped my arms over his shoulders. "You were," I said. "Now you're not."
His hand trembled as it pressed into my back. He felt me the way I felt for cobwebs in the garage, reluctantly, unsure if there was substance to be had or if the terrible thing was all in his imagination. "Leslie girl, I know you've been teasing me all morning but you gotta stop. It's been a long dry summer."
I ran the edges of my nails along the fuzz of his earlobe. "Longer than that, I think. To hear Darren tell it, you've been celibate for at least a year."
Bo sighed. "You tell each other everything, huh?"
"Everything," I said. "He told me you might like this..." My nails bit into the back of his neck to draw him into a soft kiss. It was almost chaste, but my tongue slipped out at the very end to wet his handsome lips.
His eyes were unfocused when we parted. His voice rumbled from his throat like low thunder. "What do you want?" he breathed.
I pushed my nose into his neck to nuzzle him. "I want to make you feel good, honey."
The big hand on my back spread over my spine. The other hand slipped softly over my naked thighs. "Oh, Leslie," he breathed. "Don't, girl. Don't tease me."