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Calleigh and Adrian might have an open relationship, but she’s tired of staying home. She wants Adrian, and his lover, Packer, to be all hers.
Calleigh and Adrian have always had an open marriage. Adrian being on the road all the time has made it easy for them to have separate lives, but neither of them acted on their agreement to see other people until Adrian met fellow Aussie and force of nature Packer Stephens.
Now Packer and Adrian are always together and Calleigh is left at home, missing her man. When Calleigh decides she’s not going to let Adrian go without a fight, she comes up with what she thinks is the perfect plan. She hits the spa and the gym and sets out to find her inner buckle bunny, intent on getting her bull-rider back, and maybe on impressing Packer a little, too. She heads out on the road, ready to fight for her husband.
What Calleigh doesn’t understand is that her plan will be wildly successful and also the hardest thing she’s ever done in her life. Packer is more than willing to play, but he’s as complicated as Calleigh is emotional. And as much as he loves Calleigh and Packer, and the sexy games they play, Adrian has to try to set things right, but can he find a way to give Calleigh what she wants and make everyone else happy at the same time?
Reader Advisory: This book contains some scenes of M/M/F intimacy and anal sex.
Publisher's Note: This book has previously been released elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for re-release with Pride Publishing. This book can be read as a stand alone novel but is related to the Roughstock Sweethearts series.
General Release Date: 24th May 2016
The bed was a touch too soft, but Adrian didn’t mind. He had something warm and hard to curl up to, and he shifted closer to Packer, his traveling partner. That hard hip and broad shoulders gave him plenty of purchase to keep him from sinking too far into the mattress.
Smiling when Packer shifted closer, Adrian pushed a hand down the length of Packer’s torso, loving the width of the fuzzy chest and the ridged beauty of the most underrated belly in bull-riding.
He hummed, wrapping his fingers around Packer’s rising dick and tugging.
“Morning, you. Did you make the coffee?” Adrian asked. He could smell it, acrid and somehow dark brown, as if the smell itself had a color.
“Naw. I been sleepin’.” Packer’s Aussie accent was thick as late-summer pond water in his mostly-asleep state.
Adrian raised his head, frowning. “Did it have a timer?”
Packer grunted softly, tugged him in closer, hips moving the heavy cock through his fingers.
“Mmm.” He forgot all about the coffee, that velvety skin covering the hardest dick ever making him a little distracted and a lot horny. Adrian started kissing his way down, wanting to give it a fine good morning.
Packer was all for it, too. Adrian could tell. Jesus, he loved the way those tight abs rolled and jerked.
He licked at Packer’s belly button, his fingers working the extra skin at the tip of Packer’s cock. He loved that foreskin, found it fascinating. Packer moaned low and arched, bowing up toward him, the sheet falling away. Adrian laughed, blowing air on the tip of Packer’s cock before pushing the foreskin back and licking at the head. Salty. Damn.
“Oh, now. That’s pretty.” A camera flash went off, blinding him.
Adrian shot up on the bed, Packer grunting when Adrian’s hand landed hard on his belly. “What the fuck!”
“Oh, don’t stop on my account, boys.”
Oh.
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, Fucking Hell
He knew that voice. Adrian blinked over and saw Calleigh, his wife, sitting on the chair, a cup of coffee in one hand, a camera in the other.
Packer rose up on both elbows, staring past him. “Well, hullo, Calleigh. What brings you to Des Moines?”
One red eyebrow arched and Calleigh smiled, slow and wicked. “I got tired of waiting at home for someone to give me some attention, honey.”
Adrian was completely speechless. His cock wilted. Packer’s didn’t.
Bright green eyes met his. She was made up—eyes and lips and everything—and she was a fucking wet dream, or would have been if she hadn’t been an evil bitch. “I told you, I’m not waiting for you anymore, Adrian. I’ve been taking pictures for about an hour. If you want me to come along on the road, I’ll clear out the memory card. Otherwise, I’ll take them to Ace. It’s totally up to you.”
His mouth opened and closed like a landed fish’s. “Come along?”
“Yes. Twelve years we’ve been together and I’ve never traveled farther than downtown Dallas with you. I’m done. I want in. I want to play, too.”
“Play…” Adrian felt like a parrot. Calleigh wanted to play. She was a hard-working nurse. Lost job or no, he wasn’t sure she knew the meaning of the word ‘play’.
“You heard me. I’ll give you time to figure yourself out.” She stood and he saw her, like it was a dream. Jesus, she was in the tiniest little leather skirt and boots up to there and a tiny, lacy top. “I’m going to get some more coffee. If you want, I’ll buy you both breakfast.”
“Give us half an hour,” Packer said, holding Adrian back when he would have gone after her.
“No hurry.” Calleigh turned and walked out, heels clicking on the floor.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Packer turned him, a little rough, a little too fast, that beautiful mouth crashing down on his in a hard kiss.
Wait— What?
His head spun and he groaned, trying to figure out what the fuck was happening here.
Packer kissed him until he couldn’t breathe, until his cock was hard again. It was ready to go off like a rocket. Then the man chose to break for air, that amazing smile right there in front of his swimming eyes.
“I swear, Chook, you never told me your wife could be so fucking hot. I might just have to punish you for that.”
Christ. His heart slammed in his chest and Adrian wondered when he’d lost control of his life so completely.
He was so utterly fucked.
Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, texting her buddies, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friends, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.
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