Here Comes Trouble (Trouble, Tennessee 0.50)

“I bet,” Allister grumbled.

“It’s true,” Ellie said, flattening her body over his. Her legs pressed against Allister’s and her breasts mashed against his chest. She leaned up and kissed his lips. “Don’t be mad, Allister. He didn’t know I was coming here. If anything, I should feel a little betrayed. He suggested Trouble but he didn’t tell me he lived here.”

“We wanted you to come here of your own free will,” Bradley said.

“You knew about this?” Ryan asked, swinging his attention to the quiet one in the bunch.

“Of course he knew. He and Derek can’t jack off without telling the other one about their Ellie fantasies.”

“Who do you tell your fantasies to, Allister?” she asked, raking her nails across his chest while glancing at Derek as if he’d already wasted too much time.

Withdrawing a tube of lube from his wallet, he ran the plastic tip underneath his teeth, snapping off the cap before squirting the oily substance all over his shaft.

“You, baby,” Allister said, his face no longer tense as he stared into her eyes. “I tell them to you.”

She leaned forward and went for his ear. After she whispered Lord only knew what, Allister nodded at Derek. “Don’t just stand there.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped her to her back. “We have an insatiable little woman. And apparently she’s ready to pick up where we all left off.”

Chapter Seven

Ellie hadn’t been ready to pick up where they’d left off but sometimes the element of surprise offered far more than a woman typically bargained for. At the moment, she liked the familiar bombshell full of explosive promises.

Ryan had sulked from the start, but as soon as she was on her back, crooking her finger and summoning him, a sudden change came over him. Ryan had always been so loving and attentive. When he said her name, it was with passion and originality.

Born in Australia, Ryan was a cowboy through and through, but he sounded like an Englishman who had been stuck in the sticks with a bunch of hillbillies. When he said “cunt” it sounded like a high pitched “can’t” and when he whispered, “Ah dear,” against her ear, it sounded like he’d given her a new name, maybe something along the lines of Adair.

The simplest pleasures turned her on when she was with these men. From Allister’s guttural growls to Bradley’s soft whispers, those only she could hear, to Derek’s forceful fingers, those probing touches he gave her while looking into her eyes like he was afraid he’d miss seeing her experience the fine lines between pleasure and pain. They each could manipulate her body however they chose and she fell head over heels in lust, always wondering if lust and love were similar or same.

Still, these men were all so different. From their demeanors, to the way they treated her, to the little things they did behind one another’s backs, like Derek contacting her while she’d been married. He’d never done anything inappropriate. The first call had come in after he’d been in a bar and overheard someone mention Denny had whipped up on his “bitch” because she fucked some loser.

Derek had promptly introduced himself to the dumbass who’d called him out as a loser and informed him of three others like him, three others who would soon know his name and how to find him. Ellie had heard most of the details from Denny, but she’d never uttered a word to Derek. They had more important things to do when they spoke.

The phone sex only started after her divorce. Before that point, he’d educated her on divorce attorneys and had tried to teach her what he knew about self-defense, but she’d never really understood the moves.

Now, as she watched him, as she looked into those forest-green eyes, she realized what he’d been doing all along. He was staying close, perhaps even planning.

He’d known this day would come just as Allister had likely known she might say one thing and do another, at least where her four men were concerned.

“I missed

you,” Derek admitted, not one for sweet sentiments.

“You were always with me.” Ellie draped her arms around his shoulders, giving him a heated kiss before she wrapped her hand around his size and pumped him.

Allister observed as she stroked another man’s dick.“Feeling neglected over here.”

She gave Allister a kiss then, too, willing him to understand. She didn’t want to need four men, but the truth was, she wasn’t normal. She just wasn’t like every other gal out there. Her desires were over-the-top and after she’d enjoyed them in her bed, there would never be anyone else to satisfy her.

“Four men spoiled me,” she admitted then, motioning for Ryan.

“I want to watch,” he said, startling her.

“Do you like to watch me, Ryan?”

He splayed his legs and relaxed against the chair. Her gaze fell to the thick bulge in his slacks. “I like everything about you.”

“It’s what kept us going,” Bradley admitted, stepping closer to the bed. He didn’t undress, but instead, he slid in behind her, his legs falling on either side of her hips as he pulled her back against his chest.

“Relax,” he whispered at her ear, kissing her cheek and cupping her breasts. He nuzzled her hair before gripping her chin and pulling her face to his. He delivered one kiss, a simple kiss, but one with heat and passion all the same. He then issued a warning to Allister and Derek. “Be easy with her.”