Title:
Carmel's Choice
Author:
Doris O'Connor
Genre:
Adult, Ménage Erotice Romance
Release
Date: February 24, 2015
It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go
wrong?
When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds
barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to
think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no
denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.
Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to
repay the debt he owes the man. After all Gideon took the bullet aimed at
Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career, and put him in a
wheelchair. If only Nash could keep
those pesky emotions out of the deal.
Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the
restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves
together, will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional
needs.
Carmel’s choice may well change everything…
Carmel's
Choice Excerpt © Doris O'Connor
2015
“When did you stop trusting
me to make the
right decision for us?” Carmel blinked in shock, and he knew his
words hit home
when she opened her mouth and nothing came out bar a strangled
squeak. Damn it,
he wanted to pull her on his lap and kiss the worry off her face,
but they
needed to sort this once and for all. It was the very basis of their
relationship after all, and Carmel needed to know how much her
reaction had
hurt that dynamic.
“I
don’t…I mean I do…That’s not
fair.”
She
dropped her gaze when she mumbled those words, and he dropped his
voice on purpose.
“And
running out like that without giving me a chance to explain was
fair, was it?
Turning off your phone and refusing to speak to me was fair? Putting
us through
hell for something that I did with our best interests at heart was
fair?
Bearing in mind you had a choice to go through with it and you chose
Nash, yet
you didn’t extend me the courtesy of explaining my reasons. I
thought you knew
me better than
that.”
A
myriad of emotions crossed Carmel’s expressive face. Shock, anger,
denial,
sadness. It was the latter that tore at his heart. His dove had been
sad for a
very long time, yet she’d never showed it this openly, and Gideon
bit back a
curse.
The
longer she sat without saying anything, the more wretched he felt
inside, and
he almost didn’t hear her whispered reply over the blood roaring in
his ears as
his world seemed to crumple around
him.
“I’m
sorry, Sir.” She raised a tentative hand and touched his arm briefly
before she
slid off the bench and knelt in front of him. Her hair fell across
her face,
hiding her expression, and again he had to strain to hear her next
words. “I
didn’t see it that way. I was just so confused, and…Please forgive
me, Sir. I
would never do anything to hurt
us.”
Gideon
reached down, wrapped his hands in Carmel’s hair, and tugged her
head up until
she had no choice but to look at him, and his agitation fled at the
love that
shone out of her sea-green eyes. It soothed the hurt in his soul,
and his chest
tightened with the sheer force of his
relief.
“I
know that, dove, and neither would I. What I did, I did for us,
though I
realize I could have handled it better.”
Confusion
crossed her expressive features, and there was the brief flare of
anger in her
eyes before her submissive side won over, and she closed her eyes
and pulled a
deep breath into her
lungs.
“Thank
you for that, Sir, but I still don’t understand why you did this. We
were fine
the way we were. Now…now everything has changed. I don’t know what
you want
from me anymore.” There was a suspicious wobble to those hesitant
words, and
Gideon tightened his hold on her hair until her breathing sped up
and she
whimpered. Her fingers curled into his legs, not that he could feel
them.
Not for the first
time Gideon mentally cursed
his useless appendages—all of them, for that matter. At least if his
fucking
dick worked, then…Gideon cursed and released his hold on Carmel. She
swayed
slightly but maintained her position on the floor, and he saw rather
than felt
her wrapping her arms around his legs and resting her head on his
lap.
It
used to be their favorite greeting when he came home. Her on her knees,
nuzzling into his groin. Invariably his cock would leap into action,
and she’d
suck him off, or they would have hot, no-holds-barred sex where they
couldn’t
keep their hands off each
other.
He
pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to take deep
breaths in and
out.
“Sir,
Gideon, please talk to me. I need to understand what’s going on, why
you did
this now, please?”
Gideon
opened his eyes to find her looking up at him, and he wordlessly
patted his
lap. The speed with which she scrambled on top of him made his heart
feel
lighter, and he pulled her into a hug that he never wanted to end.
She ran her
hands up and down his arms and round his back, dropping kisses along
his skin,
until he grasped the base of her neck and took charge. Their lips
smashed
together in a desperate need to reconnect, and he could taste the
salt of her
tears on his tongue. Putting all of his pent-up emotion and
frustration into
the kiss, he deepened it, only releasing her lips briefly to pull in
much
needed oxygen into his lungs before he fucked her mouth with his
tongue, like
he wished he could do it for
real.
Carmel
squirmed and wriggled in his arms, and he drank in her needy little
whimpers.
The urge to run his hand under her skirt and see how wet she was for
him was
almost too much to resist, but they were in her friend’s garden. The
last thing
he wanted to do was piss Nicole off even more than she was already,
so he
forced himself to break the kiss. Carmel shook her head in denial,
and tried to
move in closer to prolong the contact, but he pulled her head back
by her hair.
A shudder went
through her, and when she
opened her eyes, her passion-filled gaze stole his breath. With her
rosy skin
flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her nipples hard
little points
that begged for his attention, his mouth watered and his skin itched
with the
need to take her, to be able to make her his in the most basic,
primal way
known to man, yet he couldn’t fucking do
it.
He
shook his head and groaned, and Carmel straightened and, taking his
head
between her trembling hands, rested her forehead against
his.
“It’s
okay. It doesn’t matter. I love
you.”
“But
it does fucking matter. You keep saying it doesn’t, but it does,
Carmel, or you
would never let Nash near
you.”
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris…at
least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that
she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler, and lives
happily in a far-too-small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies,
and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is
not.
There is always something better to do, after all, like working on
the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual
by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty
insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight
oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet, and besides,
sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes
to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to
paranormal, BDSM to F/F and Ménage, haunting love stories are
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