Making It Good Enough by Zara Stoneley
Book 3: Good Enough Series
Publisher: Independent Self Publishing
Publication Date: December 2, 2013
Format: e-Book - 140 pages / Kindle - 1049 KB
ASIN: B00H2ABGQS
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
BUY THE BOOK: Making It Good Enough
BUY THE SERIES: Good Enough
Book 1: Good Enough To Share
Book 2: Good Enough To Trust
Book 3: Making It Good Enough
Book Description:
Holly is happy, or at least she thinks she is. Things haven’t quite got to the ‘Holly and Dane together forever’ stage, but she had thought they’d have got past the ‘honey, your ex is at the door’ stage. Until the day his ex, Sally, arrives on the doorstep – intent on spilling secrets from the past that could tear them apart.
Charlie’s got the girl he loved back. But this time can they go all the way – if it means going back to the lifestyle that he ran away from?
Who will be walking up the aisle? Will any of them get their happy ever after – or will an uninvited guest at the wedding ruin it all?
Book Excerpt:
“What are you thinking?” I put my arms on his shoulders and matched his stare. “There’s something going on in that head of yours.”
“Something rude.” The smile changed to a dirty grin, all dark and deadly. “Fancy a game of strip poker now the lovebirds have gone?”
I’d thought we were about to wash the mugs. Obviously not.
“You know I can’t play poker.” I tried to keep my face straight and failed.
“Strip snap will do for me.” He pulled me tighter against his body and I could feel the bulge of his erection, then the heat of one hand drifted down my spine and his other one held me firm.
I let my fingers work their way into his thick hair. “Didn’t you say you had shoes to nail on?” Dane was a farrier which had some massive bonus points, like muscled arms and toned abs, and that unique smell of mingled sweat and burned hoof that sent me crazy (who said I was sane?), but it had its downside. Like callouts on a weekend.
“Shoes can wait.” His mouth was warm and damp against my neck and he sucked gently as I tipped my head back, sending a rush of goose bumps down my arms.
“Where are the cards?” He’d flicked that magic switch inside me, just like that, and I was panting, struggling to talk normally. “Damn I haven’t got any. You?”
I shook my head and hoped he wasn’t going to stop. He didn’t. He carried on nibbling his way down, while he groped about in his jeans in a decidedly unromantic way.
“Here.” It was half triumphant as he held the coin up in front of me. “Heads I get to pick the next move, tails you do. First to ten.”
“So what happens when we get to ten?”
“I go hammer shoes on.” His smile was wolfish and he raised an eyebrow. “I’ll toss.” His eyes darkened, if that was possible.
“Heads, strip. Slowly.” He backed off slightly. There were times when Dane was easy going, and times when he was so in control it made me hungrier for him than I’ve ever been for a man before. I slowly stripped the T-shirt over my head, dropped it onto the kitchen floor. It’s never sexy stripping jeans off, and when they’re skin tight it’s the most I can do not to fall over, let alone be a vamp, but I did my best.
“Bra.” His deep voice rumbled through me. I reached for the clasp, let the lace fall to the floor. “Knickers.”
I slowly edged them down, looking into his darkening eyes as I did so.
I swallowed to clear my throat, dampen down the anticipation which was tightening my muscles. “My turn?”
He tossed the coin again, unsmiling. “Heads again. Come here.”
I took the one step it needed to get within arms’ length of him and he effortlessly lifted me, sat me on the edge of that wooden table, gently lowered me down until my spine was flat against the unyielding cold surface. His fingertip stroked up the inside of my trembling thigh, heavy enough to feel, light enough to make me long for more.
“Close your eyes and don’t move.” He moved away and there was a clunk of a cupboard door opening and closing.
The scented sweetness reached me the moment I heard him open the jar. Honey. This time when he trailed his finger over my skin it was thick and heavy, dragging with a sticky friction. This time as his fingers made their way up the inside of my thigh they were followed by the heat of his breath, the dampness of his mouth. My pussy was tightening even before he reached it, even before the gentle dribble hit the warmth of my skin and slowly trickled over me. His finger circled in the sticky liquid then stroked slowly over my slit until I could feel the sugary sweetness tightening on my skin, and as his finger slipped inside me, a low moan dragged itself from somewhere deep inside me. He chuckled, rubbed over my clit with a thumb that was heavy and slow, as his fingers pushed deeper inside me. I put my feet on his shoulders, curled my toes and frantically lifted my hips, squirming to get him deeper inside.
Then I forgot Anna, Charlie, forgot the wedding, forgot everything as his tongue lapped over me in slow steady strokes, and he was sucking my swollen nub gently, teasing me as his fingers slipped back inside. He blew, gentle puffs of cold air as he made me hot, twisting his fingers against the gentle friction of stickiness and my stomach hollowed as my pussy clenched, my thighs trembling with the tension that came before release.
“Something rude.” The smile changed to a dirty grin, all dark and deadly. “Fancy a game of strip poker now the lovebirds have gone?”
I’d thought we were about to wash the mugs. Obviously not.
“You know I can’t play poker.” I tried to keep my face straight and failed.
“Strip snap will do for me.” He pulled me tighter against his body and I could feel the bulge of his erection, then the heat of one hand drifted down my spine and his other one held me firm.
I let my fingers work their way into his thick hair. “Didn’t you say you had shoes to nail on?” Dane was a farrier which had some massive bonus points, like muscled arms and toned abs, and that unique smell of mingled sweat and burned hoof that sent me crazy (who said I was sane?), but it had its downside. Like callouts on a weekend.
“Shoes can wait.” His mouth was warm and damp against my neck and he sucked gently as I tipped my head back, sending a rush of goose bumps down my arms.
“Where are the cards?” He’d flicked that magic switch inside me, just like that, and I was panting, struggling to talk normally. “Damn I haven’t got any. You?”
I shook my head and hoped he wasn’t going to stop. He didn’t. He carried on nibbling his way down, while he groped about in his jeans in a decidedly unromantic way.
“Here.” It was half triumphant as he held the coin up in front of me. “Heads I get to pick the next move, tails you do. First to ten.”
“So what happens when we get to ten?”
“I go hammer shoes on.” His smile was wolfish and he raised an eyebrow. “I’ll toss.” His eyes darkened, if that was possible.
“Heads, strip. Slowly.” He backed off slightly. There were times when Dane was easy going, and times when he was so in control it made me hungrier for him than I’ve ever been for a man before. I slowly stripped the T-shirt over my head, dropped it onto the kitchen floor. It’s never sexy stripping jeans off, and when they’re skin tight it’s the most I can do not to fall over, let alone be a vamp, but I did my best.
“Bra.” His deep voice rumbled through me. I reached for the clasp, let the lace fall to the floor. “Knickers.”
I slowly edged them down, looking into his darkening eyes as I did so.
I swallowed to clear my throat, dampen down the anticipation which was tightening my muscles. “My turn?”
He tossed the coin again, unsmiling. “Heads again. Come here.”
I took the one step it needed to get within arms’ length of him and he effortlessly lifted me, sat me on the edge of that wooden table, gently lowered me down until my spine was flat against the unyielding cold surface. His fingertip stroked up the inside of my trembling thigh, heavy enough to feel, light enough to make me long for more.
“Close your eyes and don’t move.” He moved away and there was a clunk of a cupboard door opening and closing.
The scented sweetness reached me the moment I heard him open the jar. Honey. This time when he trailed his finger over my skin it was thick and heavy, dragging with a sticky friction. This time as his fingers made their way up the inside of my thigh they were followed by the heat of his breath, the dampness of his mouth. My pussy was tightening even before he reached it, even before the gentle dribble hit the warmth of my skin and slowly trickled over me. His finger circled in the sticky liquid then stroked slowly over my slit until I could feel the sugary sweetness tightening on my skin, and as his finger slipped inside me, a low moan dragged itself from somewhere deep inside me. He chuckled, rubbed over my clit with a thumb that was heavy and slow, as his fingers pushed deeper inside me. I put my feet on his shoulders, curled my toes and frantically lifted my hips, squirming to get him deeper inside.
Then I forgot Anna, Charlie, forgot the wedding, forgot everything as his tongue lapped over me in slow steady strokes, and he was sucking my swollen nub gently, teasing me as his fingers slipped back inside. He blew, gentle puffs of cold air as he made me hot, twisting his fingers against the gentle friction of stickiness and my stomach hollowed as my pussy clenched, my thighs trembling with the tension that came before release.
About The Author
Author Zara Stoneley
I live in a country cottage in the UK with a naughty mouse catching, curtain climbing cat, my wonderful guitar playing, video making, Minecraft mad teenage son and a wine drinking, sun loving, master chef in the making, sexy alpha hero.
I love my family, sexy high heels, sunshine, wine, good food, cats, horses, dogs, music, coffee, writing and reading - but not necessarily in that order! And I like my heroes just how I like my coffee – hot, strong and moreish.
You can find more about me, and all my contact details at www.zarastoneley.com. Please stop by – I love to meet new people.
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