Redeeming Kyle by Zoey Derrick
Series: 69 Bottles #3
Expected Publication: March 31, 2015
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Falling in love was the easy part…
For Talon Carver, the commanding and charismatic lead singer of the rock band 69 Bottles, life has never been better—or worse. His heart’s at a full 11 for Addison Beltrand, his feisty PR rep. But admitting it was a much different tune. The dilemma’s even more complicated when adding his other lover to the mix: Kyle Black, the band’s handsome, sweet and sexy manager.
Why ruin a good thing, right? Things are pretty damn perfect for the trio—in and out of bed. But just when they find their best rhythm with each other, a rocky night in Minneapolis forces all three to reexamine their feelings—and take their relationship to new levels.
But can love be enough?
The band’s soaring popularity, along with the pressures of maintaining an unconventional relationship on a high-profile rock tour, start to take their toll. When Addison starts to fall apart, Talon and Kyle must come to terms with how important she is to them both.
Can Addison find the strength to be their glue once more?
What happens when the world goes on…but yours suddenly stops?
When everything looks like it’s going to fall apart? Is love enough to bring Talon, Kyle, and Addison back to each other’s arms…and with it, the magic that true redemption can bring?
Sexy, naked, bisexual rock stars…and a lot more…
This book contains, but is not limited to the following sexual content – reader discretion is advised – hot sex between two men and one woman. M/M/F, M/F/M, M/F, F/M and M/M sexual content. There are no boundaries when these three crash together, as long as you’re over 18 years of age.
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©2015 Zoey Derrick – Written for The Smutsonian MM March
Talon is standing over the stove making Addison her favorite. He’s shirtless and I can’t stop the raging hard-on I have while watching him. As he moves and shifts, his muscles tighten and release. God, he’s so fucking sexy. “You should stop staring,” I hear him whisper with a hint of mischief in his voice.
He stops, turns around to face me. “Because every time you stare at me with hunger, I get hard.”
My breath catches and he turns back around to tend to Addison’s lunch. I walk quietly up behind him; wrap my arms around his waist and slide my hand along his erection. I hear his breathing spike. His hands fumble slightly with the pan. “I can’t concentrate when you do that.”
I kiss his neck, right behind his ear. “So don’t.” I continue kissing down his neck, along his shoulder, my hand glides along his cock and I shiver. It’s been a while since Talon and I have been together alone and I’m not one for initiating much of anything, but with Addison off limits, I can’t help myself anymore.
Talon’s head falls back to my shoulder and his body relaxes in my embrace. I don’t stop kissing, biting, and sucking my way along his neck and shoulder while my other hand works feverishly to undo the fly of his jeans. “We can’t,” he breathes.
“Why?” I counter.
“Because she can’t.”
“Do you honestly think she would be mad at us?” I ask him.
He shakes his head as my hand slides under the waistband of his jeans, wrapping my fingers around his hard as steel erection. “Ah, fuck!” he groans.
“I need this. I need you,” I breathe against his neck.
My words entice him into action and he spins in my arms. My hand pulls free of his pants and his hands cup my cheeks. His lips slam into mine as he pushes me back against the counter. My breath leaves my body in a rush and I moan. My hands quickly go back to his jeans, pushing them down, springing his cock free. I grip it in my hands and pull along his shaft. I feel him shudder and his breathing hitches.
His hands roam along my chest, down to my shorts. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pushes them down. He grips my cock in his hands and begins kissing down my chest. First kissing one star tattoo, then the other. His tongue slides wet and hot against my nipple, then he nibbles his way down my stomach.
His cock falls out of reach and I groan at the loss. “Easy, cowboy. I got you,” he says right before his hot wet mouth wraps around my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan as his mouth and hand goes to work- licking, sucking, stroking. Bringing me closer to orgasm faster than I want to be. “Take me, Talon,” I say roughly. “I need you to fuck me.” He sucks me into his mouth deeper. “Now!” I growl.
“A bit demanding, aren’t we, cowboy?” he says with a glow in his eyes, one that tells me that I’m about to be turned into submissive putty. He lets go of me and stands. “Turn around,” he commands and my muscles liquefy.
I do as he’s commanded and immediately his hands are on my ass, spreading my cheeks wide. I feel a warm breath of air followed quickly by a fat wet tongue rimming me. My chest falls to the counter as he prepares me to take him.
He doesn’t hold out long. The licking is barely enough to get me going when he pulls back. Just when I’m about to turn around to see what he’s doing, I feel the soft, blunt tip of his cock pressing into me and I relax as his hand runs along my back. “Tell me, Kyle, how fucking bad do you want me right now?”
I can’t breathe, consumed by my desperate desire for him. I push back, pushing my ass toward him and he smacks me square on the soft flesh of my ass. “So bad it hurts,” I cry out as he pushes into me.
“Relax, cowboy,” he breathes as he leans down over me, covering me, warming and relaxing me with his touch. I feel him start to move, sliding in and out. It’s slow and steady at first, allowing me a chance to get acclimated to his invasion, but it’s not long before I’m pushing back against him, silently begging him to take me harder and faster.
He takes my hint and he rears up to hold my hips as he starts to push into me harder and pull out faster. “Ah, fuck,” I moan as sensations radiate everywhere. I’m nearly ready to explode already.
“How does that feel?” he asks as he continues thrusting into me.
“Fucking amazing…don’t. Stop. God. Please. Ah!” I feel every cell in my body explode. My balls tighten and my muscles lock down. His hand comes away from my hip and he reaches around to take my cock in his hand. “Ah, Talon!” I practically scream as he strokes once.
“Fucking come for me, cowboy,” he growls. “Ah, fuck!” he moans as he strokes a second, then third time, and on the fourth I explode at the same time as I feel Talon erupting inside me.
About the Author:
It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.
The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.