Two years after his brother’s death in Afghanistan, Jethro is doing well. His handmade porch swing business is booming, his hip injury has healed and he’s still in love with Caitlyn. He knows he should resist her, but can’t, and pulls her into his darkly sensual world of sex and spankings.
Caitlyn has grieved, created a life for herself and has finally come to terms with her need for Jethro, her dead husband’s brother. With no small measure of hesitation, she takes a fateful step—daring him to turn her and their chance at happiness away.
I really enjoyed writing this book. It’s very short. Very very short. It’s not meant to be a long tale. It’s not meant to be drawn out and full of drama. It’s meant to be exactly what it is…a naughty sexy little Quickie! I wrote it as it came to me and didn’t try to change anything at all about what the characters wanted me to tell.
Jethro even likes Breaking Benjamin and you all know that’s my fave band right about now!
I hope those of you that get it, enjoy it! This is my third Ellora’s Cave release and I am ecstatic about it! My experiences with EC have been nothing short excellent when it comes to the editorial process. My editors have been honest and open and supportive and yes critical even when necessary. I appreciate both editors that I have had at EC and wouldn’t want anyone else, though I know there are other equally awesome ones there.
“Do you like to spank?” she asked suddenly.
“Yes. Very few of my lovers walked away without a bright red bottom.”
“Am I just another lover?” She knew she wasn’t. She knew this was different. She knew even asking it would earn her more than a bright red bottom and she wanted it. She wanted to know everything he liked, needed, hungered for. No matter what it might be, she wanted it.
He let out a low whistle. “Damn, Caitlyn. That was cold.” He wedged a hand between her legs and smacked each inner thigh. “Spread ‘em. Bend over and grab your ankles.”
With a small smile and not a little bit of nervousness, she did it without question. For what could have been a minute or ten he just let her hang there, her long hair brushing against the porch. His booted feet dragged on the wood as he stood up behind her.
“You shouldn’t say things like that, not when you know they’re bullshit comments.”
“I just wanted to see what you’d say.”
“It’s not what I say that’s gonna make a difference. You know the truth of my feelings for you. It’s what I’m gonna do that you should worry about.”
And he spanked her. Hit her right ass cheek hard enough to sting. Her left cheek was next and he hit it just as hard. He alternated between the two and the thought that her left one was more sensitive to the pain than the right one didn’t escape her.
The backs of her thighs didn’t escape the punishment either. He made sure they were given equal treatment. More than once she had to bite back tears and more than once she hoped it wouldn’t take long for the burning and tingling to disappear. She wanted to explore this, liked it, wanted to know what else was hidden inside him.
Between each of the spankings, before he would move to another area of her backside, he’d rub the bite away with his workman’s hands. It felt so good, she couldn’t get enough, almost asked if he’d just keep rubbing, massaging the now-tender skin, but then he pressed up against her, his cock leaking stickiness on her lower back, and she forgot everything else.
The denim of his jeans was a wicked, raw sensation against her skin. “You okay, Caitlyn?” he whispered, warm and sweet.
“Good. Let go of your ankles and let me lead you.” He gripped her waist and pulled her back toward the swing. He sat and slid his legs between hers then lowered her onto his lap again.
Have a great Tuesday everyone!