Jorinda Pearce thought she did everything right – graduated from college, married her long-time sweetheart, established a career. But what does she have to show for it now? A degree she doesn’t use, a job she hates, and an ex-husband that broke her heart. Looking for a long overdue adventure, Jorie takes a walk on the wild side and attends a masquerade event at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s exactly the escape she’s looking for, and even better, she can explore anonymously.
Drawn to the man masked in black leather with the body of a god, Jorie finds the greatest pleasures of her life at the hands of a stranger. Walsh Brooks is the most sought after man in The Wicked Horse. Sex is nothing but a game to him and he’s the type that will always leave at the end of the night without looking back. Unfortunately for Walsh, there’s no way he can walk away from the mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers, because he knows exactly who she is. Jorie is his best friend’s little sister and there’s not another woman in the world that’s more off limits.
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EXCERPT:
“Want another drink?”
I ask Micah as he lounges on my couch and takes the final swallow of his
scotch. He flew in about an hour ago, and we’re waiting for Jorie to arrive to
go out to dinner tonight. My nerves are on edge. I definitely want another
drink.
“Nah, man,” Micah says
as he pushes up from the couch and moves to take his glass back into the
kitchen that opens straight from the living room. “Tonight’s not about getting
drunk. It’s about hanging out with my two favorite people in the world.”
I smile at him and
nod, my stomach clenched.
“But just so you
know,” he says with a laugh. “Jorie’s my first favorite, you’re my second.”
“As it should be,” I
reply, and hope that sounds casual enough.
Micah rinses his glass
out and sets it on the counter. As he walks back into the living room, he says,
“And besides… I figure tomorrow night, you and I are going to hit the town,
right?”
“You know it,” I say
as I push up from the chair, head straight to the wet bar, and replenish my
vodka. There is not enough alcohol in the world to get me through this weekend.
I take a healthy slug as soon as I cap the bottle.
“Dying to go to The
Wicked Horse,” Micah says with excitement in his voice. “Want to meet Jerico,
too. He and I have been emailing about testing out some more of my designs in
his club. Plus, you and me, dude… we haven’t had a woman together in a long
time. Your stories about the stocks… we’ve got to hit that, man.”
My shoulders tighten
and my gut rolls with nausea. How in the fuck I am going to weasel out of this
is beyond me, but I’ve got to figure something out. I don’t want another
fucking woman other than Jorie.
“Walsh?” Micah says in
question, and I turn to look at him. “We good with going there tomorrow night?”
“Damn straight we
are,” I say with a smile. “A night of debauchery for the both of us.”
Fuck,
fuck, fuck.
Just then, the
elevator doors give a slight hiss as they open, and Jorie is standing there.
She looks fucking amazing, wearing a dress done in large black-and-white zebra
stripes that’s loosely belted around her waist and comes down to her knees.
She’s got on a pair of sexy-as-shit taupe heels to go with it and my mouth
waters as I take in what they do to her legs. Hair in that sleek, angled bob
that hangs halfway in between her jaw and shoulders, and that thick crop of
bangs straight across her eyebrows make her green eyes brighter than ever.
I swallow hard and try
to appear casual.
Her eyes go
immediately to Micah, and she gives a squeal of excitement. He rushes to her,
picks her up, and swings her around. The skirt of her dresses rises a bit in
the back, and I look away guiltily.
“God, I missed you,
squirt,” Micah says with a choked voice. My guilt intensifies over the naked
display of love and affection he has for his sister.
Jorie’s voice quavers
with equal love. “I missed you, too.”
She hugs him hard and
looks over his shoulder at me. Her eyes are wary and nervous.
When Micah releases
her, I step up and casually say, “Got a hug for me?”
It’s a shameless move
to touch her, but not something that would raise Micah’s eyebrows. I’ve hugged
Jorie a million times over our lives together growing up.
“It’s good to see you
again,” she says to me as she walks into a very brotherly hug. I make the
mistake of inhaling her scent, and I’m hit with a jolt of lust for her.
After we quickly
release each other, she steps back and surveys my apartment as if it’s her
first time. She told Micah we met for breakfast one day, but he sure as shit
doesn’t know I’ve fucked her on almost every piece of furniture in this
apartment. He’ll never know she went to her knees right where we’re standing in
front of the elevator and swallowed every drop of cum I gave her.
Fuck,
fuck, fuck.
I have an overwhelming
urge to fake a stomachache, a migraine, a goddamn stroke for all I care at this
moment, and beg off from this entire weekend.
Instead, I put a smile
on my face and tell them, “Come on. We’ve got prime seats in Moulineaux
tonight. I’ve not eaten there yet, but heard it’s amazing.”
Jorie smiles back at
me before turning to hook her arm through Micah’s. She leans over and puts her
head on his arm as she’s too short to reach his shoulder. They both stroll into
the elevator.
This night can’t get
over with fast enough for me.
When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.
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