Back in Her Bed

(Re-release from Tasty Treats 2)

Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Romance, M/F, HEA

Emily is stunned when her husband Jack comes back into her life. He is determined to pick up where they’d left off three months ago. Still hurt by his desertion, Emily wants nothing more to do with him. She slaps him with divorce papers and orders him out.

But Jack won’t go. Now that he’s back, he’s got to make her see just how perfect they are for each other. She has to learn to trust him enough so he can tell her of his shameful past. He’s dominant in the bedroom and is challenged by her refusal to give in.

It’s a battle of wills until they realize they both want the same thing. Each other.


Looking at the other items, his face hardened even more. “Bubble bath? Chocolate syrup? Have you been getting kinky with somebody else, darlin’?” His grip tightened, and he jerked her against him.

His erection pressed against her stomach, and she groaned as her body betrayed her. She remembered all too clearly the pleasure that long, thick cock could bring. Fighting the memories of loving in the dark, in the hay, in the shower—she fought the memories that threatened to consume her. She wouldn’t think about it. Jack’s tight features sent a shiver through her, and she shifted restlessly as a rush of fresh moisture dampened her panties even more.

“If I find out you’ve let another man in your bed, I’m gonna paddle your ass good.”

She jumped as a sharp slap landed on her bottom. “Damn you, Jack!”

Jack gripped her chin and lifted it. “You’re mine, and you’d better never forget it. You’ll remember when I have you over my lap and your tight ass is bright red. You liked that before, didn’t you, darlin’? I’ve spent the last three months remembering how hot you are in bed. I’ve jerked off many times thinking about that tight ass over my lap. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about how much you like your ass paddled while I’ve been away.”

Incredulous, Emily felt a fresh rush of moisture soak her panties. The heat from her bottom began to spread and awakened her arousal to a level it hadn’t been for the last three months. He was the only man who could make her feel this way.

Why did she have to fall for someone like him?

She’d never in her life met someone like Jack, a cowboy with a dark side that sent her to heights she’d never even imagined. Dominant and controlling, he brought those qualities to the bedroom and taught her things about herself she’d never known, things she wished like hell she could forget. As soon as they got between the sheets, he owned her, body, heart, and soul.

She couldn’t resist him, but her heart demanded that she try her best. She’d never survive it if she weakened and let him back in her bed, only to watch him leave again. “I’m not like that anymore.”

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Jack picked up the last item she’d purchased, raising a brow at her outburst. “You’re going to learn that everything you do is my business. Frozen waffles? I guess you’re planning to have company for breakfast. Well, darlin’, you will. I’ll still be here in the morning after spending tonight in your bed. I love waffles.”

Emily grabbed the waffles out of his hand and started to put the groceries away. “You are not getting back in my bed. I have no idea why you decided to come back here, but I wish you would leave.”

Startled, she jumped when his hot hands gripped her waist and turned her, lifting her onto the counter. He’d done it so fast, she hadn’t had time to react. He took advantage of her surprise, spreading her thighs and pushing his way between them before she could stop him.

He leaned in close and pulled her against him. When his denim-covered cock pressed against her slit, Emily swallowed the moan that began in her throat. When his hands came up to cup her breasts, the moan could no longer be held back.

“You’re wrong about that. I will be the one sharing your bed tonight. I’m not leaving. And don’t try to tell me you don’t want me to. I know you, Em, maybe better than you know yourself.”

“Jack, I—oh!”

He ripped her blouse open, sending buttons flying everywhere. A flick of his finger opened the front clasp of her bra. He placed his hot, heavily callused hands over her breasts, running his thumbs back and forth over her pebbled nipples. “Those little nipples are hard already, and I’d be willing to bet you’re soaking wet. You’re mine, Emily. You know damned well I can have you anytime I want you.”

“Damn you, Jack,” she whimpered. She couldn’t keep from crying out at the erotic pleasure of his rough hands on her sensitive breasts or the indescribable feel of his thumbs rasping over her aching nipples. Her hands tightened on his wide shoulders, holding on to him as her senses spun out of control.

“All mine, Em. Damn, I’ve missed you.”

“You left,” she moaned. Oh God. When he touched her, she couldn’t even think anymore, and she struggled to remember what she wanted to say. “I told you…ohh…told you if…if you left, not t-to…oh God. I’m not yours anymore.”

Leaning into his caress, Emily lifted her face, desperate to have his lips on hers. When his mouth covered hers, she didn’t even care that he chuckled. Arching, she pushed her breasts more firmly into his hands, moaning with pleasure when he gave her what she needed.

He always seemed to know her body even better than she did. She knew he could take her to heights she’d never even dreamed existed.

He scared the hell out of her.

But that didn’t keep her from craving him. She dropped her hands to his chest, fisting his soft shirt in her hands to pull him closer, loving the feel of hard muscle beneath them. His groan brought her to her senses, and she pushed against his chest again, wrenching her mouth from his. “No, damn you, Jack.”

She pushed his hands away from her breasts and used her tattered shirt to cover them, fumbling to tie the two ends together. “I’m not going to let you do this to me again. When you left, I told you never to come back.” Emily hated the tears that streamed down her face and hated that it warmed her when he smiled at her and wiped them away. “Oh, Jack. Why did you come back? What do you want from me?”

Jack took her face between his hands, wiping the tears that continued to fall. “When I left, I told you I’d be back. We had a fight. Big deal. I told you when I left that I would be back at the end of the circuit. How the hell could you have thought I left for good?”

Emily shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but feeling anything but. “I figured you’d realized that we both made a mistake. And if you think you’re going to breeze in and out of my life whenever you get the urge, you’d better think again.”

He lifted her left hand, touching the ring that he’d placed there three months ago. “Oh, I have the urge. You’re mine, darlin’. ’Til death do us part, remember?”

Alphas’ Mate

When Lacey Roberts visits her beloved godmother, the last thing she needs is more complications. She’s on the run helping a woman and child disappear. But her godmother’s grandsons are definitely complications. All four have decided she’s their mate. To top it all off, she discovers that they’re werewolves, Alphas’ of the pack. And they have no intention of letting her go.

Lars, Damien, Wes and Seth Tougarret are half brothers, Alphas, kept apart as children. Their father’s death before they were born divided the pack. Because of their grandmother, they’ve learned to get along. Barely. Stunned to learn they share a mate, they must form a bond. Especially when they learn someone wants her dead.


When she put out her hand, they both moved closer. She petted them both, amazed at how silky their coats felt. “Their tails are wagging. Does that mean they’re happy?”

Wes chuckled. “I would be happy, too, if you petted me like that.”

Both wolves moved even closer, putting their heads on her knees as she continued to stroke their soft fur. “I should be running out the door screaming my head off. As unbelievable as all of this is, I guess growing up with all Nana’s stories has made it a little easier to accept.”

She stopped petting them and sat back, looking down to where the two of them still rested their heads on her knees. “It’s still going to take some getting used to. And even though I’m starting to believe all this, I can’t be your mate. It’s not possible.. There has to be some kind of mistake.”

Wes leaned close, crowding her. “It’s not a mistake.” His mouth covered hers, his lips soft, but firm as they moved on hers, his tongue pushing past her lips to sweep inside. His hands warmed wherever they touched. When he covered her breasts, a whimper escaped as her nipples pressed into his palms.

When he lifted his head, her eyes fluttered opened. His hand caressed her jaw before settling there and running a thumb over her lips. “It’s definitely not a mistake.”

Lacey moaned when his mouth closed over her breast, and she hated that her shirt and bra kept her from feeling the moist heat on her bare skin. She gripped his shoulders, her eyes going wide to see Lars and Damien shift back, both very naked and very aroused.

Both men moved gracefully, their bodies leanly muscled, their chest lightly sprinkled with silky looking hair. Their cocks stood thick and long, rising toward their stomach, the large heads dark and menacing.

Damien’s smile was lethal as he watched what Wes did to her. He and Lars moved toward her, stroking their cocks as Seth turned her head and captured her lips with his.

“I’m not mating with her in a damned chair,” Lars muttered.

Seth nibbled at her lips, stroking them with his tongue. “Let’s go upstairs. We’re going to need the room.” He deepened the kiss just as Wes lifted her shirt, unfastened her bra and ran his thumbs lightly over her nipples.

“Look at how beautiful our mate’s breasts are. Small, firm and pretty pink nipples.” She felt his mouth on her bare breast, licking at her nipple teasingly and making her cry out.

Seth swallowed her cries, angling her head to his liking and sweeping her mouth again, tangling his tongue with hers as she whimpered.

Another mouth closed over her other breast, the sensation nearly overwhelming. It felt incredibly erotic to have three men’s mouths on her at once. While Seth kissed her with long, drugging kisses that made her limp with need, Wes teased a nipple. Running his tongue over it teasingly, he occasionally scraped it with his teeth, making her cry out each time.

Another mouth, she didn’t know whose, nibbled his way around her other breast, not touching her nipple at all. She arched, desperate to have him touch her there.

Her hands gripped Wes’s shoulder and Seth’s, fisting the material of their shirts in her hands as she struggled to get closer. The pleasure amazed her. Overwhelmed her.