This story started with a photo. A very kinky, erotic photo of a woman wearing handcuffs and a collar. It started me thinking -- not about the woman in the photo, but about someone else. A shy woman with secret longings, desires she hides even from her husband. What if a character like that saw the photograph? What would it spark?
In GO DEEP we meet Beth and Gavin Thomason. She's an art framer, he's an amateur hockey coach. They love each other deeply, but on a sexual level they're virtual strangers--until that photo appears in their lives. After that, well...some bondage and their first three-way is just the beginning! Here's the blurb and an excerpt.
A standalone sequel to Go Wild.
Beth is the shy, dreamy type. No one guesses at the wild sexual thoughts she hides behind that quiet façade. She doesn’t even share her secret longings with her husband.
Gavin loves his wife, but he’s tired of living in a marriage in which neither he nor Beth reveal their true desires. When Gavin sees Beth’s response to an erotic bondage photo in her framing shop, he jumps at the opportunity to break through her barriers.
He accepts an invitation to a showcase match for the amateur hockey team he coaches during Wild Nights, the infamous winter festival during which “anything goes, nothing counts.” But he’s opened a sensual Pandora’s box—Beth has some surprises of her own. When she meets Eagle, a free-spirited Wild resident, she knows he’s the perfect man to help enact her erotic fantasies. And once they go deep, there’s no going back.
When Gavin stepped naked into the room, the world had changed.
Beth sat on the bed with a man. A stranger. He had long black hair and straight black eyebrows. He was dark-skinned, with some Native Alaska blood, perhaps. His eyes met Gavin’s. He’s a wild thing, thought Gavin. Free. A creature of the wilderness.
Gavin remembered that he was naked. The hell if he’d try to hide himself in his own cabin. Hockey players weren’t exactly shy. He was very used to being bare-ass in front of other men. His eyes traveled back to Beth’s, looking for guidance. She blinked twice, looking anxious. The tip of her tongue made a quick pass across her lips.
“In the photograph,” she whispered, “there were two men.”
Two men. He looked at the intruder again. The man returned his gaze steadily.
“My name’s Eagle,” he said in a deep voice. “Your wife asked me to come.”
“I met him at the ice pond. He…I asked him to help.”
Gavin’s heart skipped a beat at the plaintive tone in her voice. His poor girl must be terrified of his reaction. But she’d done what he wanted. She’d summoned the courage to bare her fantasy like this.
Eagle spoke. “I told her I’d have to meet you first.” A little zing of heat traveled between the two of
“Well—” Gavin had to clear his throat. “What do you…”
“I’m into it.” The quick answer made Gavin’s cock jump. “If you are.”
Gavin looked at Beth, her face flushed, tilted away from him. “I want to make her happy. But this is new to me. To us.”
“Yeah, I get that. I’m a little nervous too.” Eagle’s dry tone made all three of them relax. “How about we start with the photograph. Your wife told me about it. You’ve seen it.”
Obviously not all of it. But he nodded.
“Figured we could go from there. Nothing’s going to happen that you, me and Beth aren’t okay about.”
Gavin felt his nervousness ease. He wouldn’t just be a spectator. He had some control over what was to come.
“It sounded hot, that photo. Two men, one woman. She’s naked, but they aren’t.” Eagle brought his hand to the neckline of Beth’s catsuit.
Gavin took in a deep breath. Beth’s eyes were cast down, toward the floor. He had the urge to take her into his arms, squirrel her away under the covers. But that’s not what she wanted right now. “Unzip her,” he said.
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The relief made Beth so dizzy she barely noticed when Eagle unzipped her catsuit. A whoosh of air on her nipples sent a shaft of excitement through her insides. This was actually happening. A strange man was actually undressing her, just as she’d dreamed ever since she’d seen that photo. And maybe before…
Her eyelids drooped and she let her head fall back. She wanted to be handled like a baby, like a toy. She’d done her part—she’d brought the three of them together and showed them what she wanted. Now she wanted to put herself in their hands. Two men using her, pleasuring her. Eagle spread the two sides of her catsuit apart, exposing her torso to Gavin’s scalding gaze.
“In the photo,” said Eagle. “One man is fondling her, the other man is watching.”
Beth moaned. Hearing him speak it aloud was unbearably arousing. Eagle touched her nipple, lightly, but that was enough to make her entire body jump like a fish.
“You’re making me hot,” muttered Eagle. He spread his palm across her chest, between her breasts, so her two nipples peaked on either side of his hand. The heavy warmth of his hand, just above her heart, gave her a melting sensation. Eagle shifted her so she sat between his legs, leaning her back against his hard chest. She breathed in his scent, like fresh forest air. So different from Gavin’s.
Raising her eyes to her husband’s, she felt another wave of relief that he was still here, that he hadn’t run off or called it quits. The opposite, in fact. She knew that look on his face. It meant he wanted her, desperately. His cock reared between his legs in proud arousal. He looked magnificent, like a naked warrior. She knew that Eagle admired the sight as much as she did when his cock hardened behind her.
Two stiff cocks. The thought made her head spin.
She shifted restlessly, needing more.
Eagle plucked at her nipples. The rough friction sent shock waves straight to her sex. She arched and twisted against the white vinyl of the catsuit still hugging her hips.
“You want out of this thing, sweetheart?” Eagle asked.
She nodded manically. He took his hands from her nipples and pushed the catsuit down as far as he could reach. Gavin kneeled down in front of her and peeled it off her legs. It was a two-man operation, with Eagle lifting her ass up while Gavin pulled the suit down. The feeling of being stripped by two men gave her a deep, unaccountable thrill.
When her body was free of it, she wriggled deliciously, feeling like a butterfly released from a cocoon. Her body flushed with a giddy sense of freedom.
For the first time in her life, she was completely naked in front of two men. And it felt good, so good.
Her skin breathed in the warm air, basked in their appreciative gazes. Where was her shyness, her restraint? Gone with the cocoon, she supposed.
“You’re a knockout,” said Eagle in a thickened voice. The fact that he was getting so turned-on gave her an extra thrill. He cupped her breasts in his warm hands, so dark against her pale skin. He thumbed her nipples. Heat shafted to her belly. She responded with a throaty moan that would have embarrassed the old Beth. She spread her legs apart and smelled her own arousal, piercing and sweet.
“I have to lick her now,” said Gavin in a voice raspy with lust.
“Do it,” Eagle urged. He scraped his thumbnails across her aroused nipples until she wanted to scream.
It felt strange to have them discussing her like that. Strange and intoxicating.
Gavin crouched between her legs, strong hands on her inner thighs. She could tell he was restraining himself from taking her like a savage beast. His black hair brushed against her inner thighs. Goose bumps pebbled across her flesh. He spread open her lips and tasted her clit with delicate stabs of his tongue.
Oh God! She thrashed from side to side, or tried to. Eagle held her arms bound to her sides in a tight embrace. Gavin took one of her buttocks in each hand, his large thumbs pressing into the upper part of her thighs. His strength made her liquefy. Strong man at her pussy, strong man at her breasts. Her body theirs to tease, stroke, torment.