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  “Ty!” she said, trying to draw him back to her.

  “No, Harley. Not this time.”

  She didn’t understand what he meant until he reached toward the bedside table, pulling out a tube of lubrication. Suddenly, she knew exactly what they wanted—and she was ready. So freaking ready.

  “Yes,” she hissed when Caleb resumed his grip on her, holding her body tight against his.

  “Hold still, angel,” he murmured when she jerked at the first touch of the cold lube against her ass.

  She closed her eyes, forcing herself to suck in some deep breaths. She was equal parts excited and terrified. Her emotions must have shown.

  “Harley, look at me,” Caleb said, lifting her chin to bring her face up. “If it hurts, say so and we stop. If you hate it, say so and we stop. Okay?”

  “I want this,” she said, afraid they were misinterpreting her reaction.

  Tyson leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder. “I know, beauty. But remember what Caleb said anyway.”

  “Okay,” she whispered as she rested her cheek on Caleb’s chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart.

  Tyson took his time getting them ready for this. She lost count of how many times he added more lubrication to her ass as he stretched her with one finger, then two, then three. Each time he added another digit, Caleb grunted.

  “I can feel everything you’re doing to her,” he finally admitted. “It’s unbelievable.”

  By the time Tyson was up to three fingers, Harley was in a frenzy. Her skin shimmered with heat and electricity. Every part of her felt too over stimulated for touch. And yet, that’s exactly what she was begging for.

  “Please, Ty,” she cried out hoarsely. She’d been making the same plea for nearly ten minutes, but Tyson wasn’t going to rush things, wasn’t going to run any risk of hurting her.

  Finally, he slowly withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock. It was a tighter fit. She’d expected that.

  “Breathe,” Caleb whispered in her ear.

  She managed one deep gasp before Tyson pressed in a bit farther and all the air escaped in a loud exhale.

  Caleb’s arms tightened around her, and she realized he was as affected as she was. He’d said he could feel it all.

  She tried to press back, tried to drive more of Tyson inside when he went too slow, but Caleb’s grip was iron-clad.

  “Don’t move.” His words were deep, dangerous. Sexy.

  “But—”

  Tyson placed a hard slap against her ass. “Do what he says, Harley.”

  Slowly, he made his way inside, and Harley felt like crying tears of relief when he reached the hilt.

  “Okay?” Caleb asked.

  She nodded, not bothering to lift her head from his chest. “More,” she demanded.

  Harley expected them to laugh at her haughty tone, but both men seemed spellbound by her desire.

  “Baby,” Tyson soothed. “Take a minute to adjust. I think—”

  “Move now,” she said louder. “Right now. And, Tyson, I swear to God, if you keep up that snail-like pace, I’ll cut your dick off in your sleep.”

  That did produce a chuckle. From Caleb. “You heard our girl, Ty. Apparently you’re not doing it right. Hurry up.”

  Harley opened her eyes in time to catch the dirty look Tyson threw in Caleb’s direction. “I’ll remember that when it’s your ass I’m fucking.”

  Harley’s pussy clenched at the thought, something both men felt.

  At that point, none of them were capable of holding back, of denying themselves exactly what they wanted.

  Tyson began thrusting in and out of her ass shallowly as she and Caleb started a very gentle rocking motion. It only took a few minutes for all hell to break loose as they turned into ravenous beasts.

  Caleb guided Harley up and down with strong hands on her waist. Tyson gripped her hips, pulling her toward his cock faster.

  “Jesus!” Tyson yelled out, his climax striking hard. He came inside her, jets of hot come filling her ass.

  Harley was mere seconds behind him, and her orgasm took Caleb down as well, her inner muscles clenching tightly, milking his dick, squeezing out every drop of come.

  Harley collapsed on top of Caleb, a lifeless heap. It was several minutes before she realized he wasn’t any more alive. He lay motionless beneath her, only the rise and fall of his chest reassuring her he hadn’t perished in the bliss.

  Tyson caged the two of them as he held himself upright on his hands and knees.

  His dick, now soft, was still tucked inside her. They were both still inside.

  “I think I died,” she joked when she found enough breath to speak.

  Caleb snorted once. “So did I.”

  Tyson didn’t reply. Instead, he slowly slid out as she shuddered, then dropped next to her on the mattress.

  “What the fuck was that?” he muttered, his voice rife with amazement.

  “There’s not a single word in the English vocabulary that will describe that,” Harley murmured.

  “Not sure there’s a word to describe any of this.” Caleb looked over at Tyson, and Harley grinned when they leaned toward each other to steal a quick kiss. What a difference twenty-four hours could make.

  Yesterday, they were still dating in secret, and Tyson and Caleb were avoiding a very obvious truth about themselves.

  Today, every single piece had fallen into place.

  “So what’s the plan?” she asked with a sleepy grin.

  “It’s Sunday,” Tyson reminded her.

  Harley laughed. “We’re letting the spirit move us again?”

  “Yep,” Caleb confirmed.

  “Any idea if it’s going to move either of you to the kitchen?” she asked. “I’m starving.”

  Her words woke up something in Tyson as his stomach growled. “Bacon?”

  Caleb’s dick stirred briefly, growing hard again.

  Harley lifted her head, shaking it. “Yep. Just what you said, Ty. A strong wind or the smell of bacon. Let’s go eat.”

  Epilogue

  Macie leaned on the counter, her chin resting in her palms. Tyson, Harley and Caleb were sitting in a corner booth, talking and laughing about something. They were so in love it oozed out of them.

  She sighed.

  “What’s wrong, darlin’?” Coop asked from his usual spot at the bar.

  She shrugged. “Nothing.”

  He looked over his shoulder to determine what she was looking at. “You’re not happy about Tyson’s new relationship?”

  She glanced back at Coop and grimaced. Lately it was getting harder and harder to hide stuff from the man. He was really good at reading her thoughts. “Don’t be silly. I think it’s great.”

  He grinned at her. “Yeah. I can tell by the heavy sighs and sad face you’re real pleased.”

  She rolled her eyes. “It’s not them. It’s what they represent.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Love…a relationship. Something that’s going to last forever.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?”

  She shook her head. “Of course not.”

  “I see. So you’re jealous.”

  She snorted, but didn’t bother to deny it.

  “You want that?”

  She looked him dead in the eye, somewhat surprised he would ask. Why wouldn’t she want that? “Of course I do.”

  “Good.”

  “Good?” Macie asked, thinking that was a very strange answer.

  “Yeah. Good.”

  She blew her bangs up with a hard breath and crossed her arms. So much for getting any sympathy or helpful advice from Coop. “You wanna know something, Hank Cooper?”

  He shook his head. “Not really, but I’m sure you’ll tell me anyway.”

  “You’re weird.”

  Coop laughed off her description—and then did something that very few people were capable of when he said, “And you’re beautiful.”

  He rendered
Macie Sparks speechless.

  Sparks in Texas

  Be sure to check out other books in the Sparks in Texas series.

  Sparks Fly (prequel)

  Waiting for You

  Something Sparked

  Off Limits

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  Keep reading for excerpts from the first 3 stories.

  Excerpts from the Sparks in Texas series

  Sparks Fly

  Sparks in Texas, Prequel

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  I Do is the easy part. Happily ever after? Not so much.

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  Evan and Annie are deeply in love, but that hasn’t stopped tension from creating cracks in their relationship. Determined not to fail his wife, Evan takes action before those cracks become craters, damaging their marriage irreparably. Over the Fourth of July weekend, he’ll reignite Annie’s passion with his own brand of fireworks.

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  Stand back and watch the sparks fly.

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  Please enjoy this excerpt from Sparks Fly. Available now.

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  “Are you searching for something special, officer?”

  The breathless quality of her voice let him know she’d finally caught up with him.

  “I need to be sure you aren’t carrying any concealed weapons.”

  She looked over her shoulder and gave him a flirty smile. “Oh, I’m packing heat. But you aren’t looking in the right place.”

  He fought to restrain a groan. Annie was a master at dirty talk. Then it occurred to him that this fantasy—the cop and his criminal—was one they’d never played out. Which was strange considering his occupation and the fact he had all the right toys.

  “Face forward, Ms. Iser. I don’t think you understand the seriousness of this situation.”

  Annie held his gaze a few seconds longer before looking away. Her hips wiggled seductively as he moved his “search” lower. He didn’t take the bait. He had a definite strategy for how the night would unfold and it had everything to do with his pretty criminal submitting to his authority.

  “Have you been drinking, Ms. Iser?”

  She lifted her shoulders casually, unconcerned, unrepentant. “I may have had a glass of wine earlier. It is a holiday, you know.”

  Annie wasn’t much of a drinker, even on the holidays, so he wondered about the wine. Was she feeling the same pressure he was? Had she been looking for a way to relax before seeing him again? That thought made his chest ache. He pushed it away. Hopefully, tonight would help them mend the rifts they’d unconsciously let grow.

  He reached for her upper arm, dragging her upright and turning her until she faced him. “Drinking and driving?”

  “You don’t really expect me to confess to that, do you, officer?”

  “Lieutenant.” The mischief in her eyes told him she was purposely refusing to acknowledge his rank. “And I don’t need your confession. I have a breathalyzer.”

  She didn’t pretend to be worried. He loved her spunk, the challenge in her posture. She crossed her arms, allowing them to push up her breasts. The move drew his attention to her hard nipples. His mouth watered for a taste of them, but it was far too early for that. If he started taking off her clothes, the game would end too fast.

  For months, he’d viewed sex as a chore, the two of them going through the motions with very little passion or foreplay. As he looked at her flushed face, as he watched her chest rise and fall with breathless expectation, he wanted to kick his own ass for forgetting how good it could be between them.

  “Don’t I have to consent to the breathalyzer?”

  He shook his head. “I’m not giving you a choice.” He cupped her face in his hands, pulling her closer. “Are you ready?”

  He didn’t give her a chance to respond before placing his lips on hers. He pressed them open, touching his tongue to hers. He couldn’t detect even the faintest hint of wine on her breath. Regardless, he kept kissing her, tasting and breathing her air. Evan didn’t need alcohol. He could get drunk on Annie.

  Finally, after several minutes, he forced himself to release her, working overtime to maintain control, to stay in character. “You realize you’re in quite a bit of trouble, Ms. Iser.”

  She feigned a contrite smile that didn’t fool him for a minute. “Maybe there’s some way I can convince you to forget all this and let me off with a warning?”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Are you attempting to bribe a police officer?”

  She reached out to run her hand along his chest, toying suggestively with his badge. “I didn’t say anything about a bribe.”

  He moved so quickly she didn’t have time to counter or retreat. Evan turned her toward the car, grasping her wrists and tugging them behind her back. She had just begun to struggle when he slapped on the handcuffs. Then he bent over her, pressing her against the hood of the car, letting her helplessness sink in.

  “What did you have in mind?” he murmured in her ear.

  He’d taken her off-guard. It took her a few moments to regroup.

  “I…” She swallowed heavily when he ground his cock more firmly against her ass. “I…” She paused again. Finally she said, “What do you want?”

  Evan chuckled. Annie was rarely at a loss for words. It felt good to shake up the self-assured woman. “I want it all, Ms. Iser. Your total submission. For the entire night.”

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  Waiting for You

  Sparks in Texas, Book 2

  How do you protect the woman you love…when the greatest danger is sleeping in her bed?

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  Sydney Sparks can’t remember a time when Chas wasn’t part of her life—from childhood playmates, to high-school sweethearts, to long-distance friends. Now, after twelve long years, Chas is leaving the Marines and coming home. Sydney’s thrilled to have him back on American soil, safe and sound, even if his return is doing funny things to her heart.

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  The second he stepped off the plane and locked gazes with Sydney, Chas refused to waste a minute more on their “just friends” status quo. Together again, it feels as if they were never apart, the love they’d shared as innocent teens now vastly more intense as adults—with a sexual hunger to match.

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  However, despite his newfound happiness, Chas can’t seem to shake the memories of his tours in the Middle East, of the firefights, the killing…the deaths of his friends. When the flashbacks grow stronger, Chas struggles to hide his increasing lack of control, terrified of losing everything he’d just regained—including Sydney.

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  Please enjoy this excerpt from Waiting for You. Available now.

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  Sydney stood next to Gran, who was flanked by Julian on the right. The three of them were standing at the international arrivals gate, grinning like fools as they held the banner Sydney had made. Chas’ flight had landed and her heart was racing a million miles an hour. She’d seen him just a few months earlier over the holidays. They’d exchanged small gifts and consumed a bottle of eggnog together. Chas had even told her a little bit about two friends he’d lost in combat, the story breaking her heart.

  Chas had ended up sleeping on her couch that night, while she’d tossed and turned in her bedroom, fighting the urge to go out and comfort him. However, there had been something in his eyes—some dark, unfamiliar sadness—that had stopped her, that had told her to keep her distance.

  Several more people walked through the gate. Sydney watched as relatives reunited with hugs, laughter and sometimes tears. She loved coming to the airport, loved the energy and the atmosphere, the hustle and bustle. It was a hotbed of emotions unlike any other place.

  Gran captured her attention with a nudge of the elbow. “There he is.”

  Chas strolled through the doors in jeans and a t-shirt. It would seem so weird to see him dressed in civilian clothing rather than his fatigues from now on, and she wondered if he’d give up the crew cut he’d kept for so many years and return to t
he longer style of his youth. He looked around the area, searching for them. Sydney smiled and waved when his eyes met hers.

  Chas walked faster then, laughing when he read their banner. Sydney took it from Julian and Gran, stepping back so that Chas could greet his family.

  She was shocked when he bypassed both of them and walked right up to her. He tugged the banner out of her hands and dropped it to the floor a split second before he grabbed her in his embrace and kissed her.

  His mouth was demanding, forcing her lips apart so he could stroke her tongue with his. Sydney fought off a wave of dizziness and disbelief. Even a bit of embarrassment when she recalled his grandmother was standing less than five feet away from them. She put her hands on his shoulders, intent on pushing him away, but Chas only gripped her tighter, one of his hands rising to cup the back of her neck, his fingers lightly stroking the sensitive skin there.

  She was a goner. Sydney stopped giving a shit who was there and what they were seeing. Chas was home. And he was kissing her.

  Twelve years melted away into a haze of nothingness. He was home. Finally.

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  Something Sparked

  Sparks in Texas, Book 3

  Jeannette's life is...nice. Great job in the family restaurant, cute house, sweet cat. All very nice...and boring...and maybe a little lonely. But she'll suffer that price for the safety she desperately covets. Now, if only something could keep her safe from the temptation that is Luc and Diego. The gorgeous firemen are a danger to her libido, if not her heart.

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  Lovers Luc and Diego have had a hunger for the pretty cook at Sparks Barbecue since they rolled into town three years ago. But everyone knows Jeannette doesn't date, so the men's lust seems destined to go unslaked, no matter how much they want her in their bed. If friendship is all she's willing to offer, Luc and Diego will greedily take it.