Once again, I have the pleasure of having the lovely TL Reeve on A Little Bit of Naughty. Today instead of pimping out her latest erotic romance, she's here to share an never before seen excerpt from her currrent WIP. (hint....she's dipping her toes into the wonderful world of sci-fi with her newest erotic suspense story...can't wait to read the more!)
Good morning everyone! First, let me say thank you to Dakota for having me again. Today I want to share with you something I am currently working on. It’s sci-fi, a leep for me, but I am so excited about the story I am telling with these characters. The story is called; Waylaid. I hope you enjoy it! TL
“What do you think of us?” he asked.
A small smile played on her hips. “You’re all right.”
Les laughed, and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re all right too, human.”
Silvery beams of moonlight shimmered, casting a halo around Lyna, stealing his breath. Les bent his head. Her startled gasp shot straight to his groin. Control. He needed control. Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb across her soft skin. “You’re perfect.” He closed the distance between them, brushing his lips over hers.
|Lyna - badass hacker/game designer|
She parted her lips on a breathy sigh, and he took advantage. He slanted his mouth over hers, then coaxed her tongue to tangle with his. Their erotic glide along with her sinful little mewls of pleasure, turned him on. Frig. He slid his hand to her nape, holding her still as he explored her. Teased and tasted her. The subtle hint of red vines along with the tang of something citrus zinged along his taste buds. He couldn’t get enough of her.
The thought of getting lost in her thrilled him. Made him forget about the games. The anger and pain. She filled a hollow spot within him. He also felt the pull to claim. To mark her as his. Instead of being furious, he was at peace. This little human challenged him. Kept him on his toes while also caring about him. When, after reading her file, she could have been bitter or cynical. Lyna molded to him. Her breasts rubbed across his upper stomach and her hard nipples seared his flesh. His cock twitched.
A throat cleared from the entry to the balcony. Frig. Les broke the kiss. “Problem?” he snarled.
|Les - hardened Venusian Warrior|
“Nope,” AuVen said as he strolled over to them. “Is this a private party or can anyone join in?”
His heavy lidded gaze ramped up the need coursing through Les. He spied a glance at Lyna and saw the same raw, carnal desire reflected back at both men. “Depends,” Les growled. “What are you looking for?”
“A little smooch.” He pulled Lyna to him then leaned in. “To start with.”
|AuVen of Kaptor 9 - Seductive Cyborg Commander|
AuVen captured her lips. The way he commanded the human, lured her in…. Anticipation and lust twisted together inside of Les, ratcheting up the anxious need to strip them bare and slide deep inside of her and maybe the cyborg.
He pulled back and stared at Les. The confident, if not cocky grin on AuVen’s face, should have pissed him off, instead he couldn’t take eyes off of him. “What?”
“I’m fluid,” AuVen said, stepping toward him.
Les cocked a brow. “Look more machine than fluid.”
The cyborg laughed. “I’m not picky with my sexual partners. It’s how we’re created.”
“Because you are a machine.” Had a bolt loosened from his kiss with Lyna?
AuVen grunted. Then, took matters into his own hands. He closed the distance between him and Les. His hand landed on the back of Les’s neck before pulling him close. “I’d fuck you if you let me.” Before he could tell the cyborg, he did the fucking, not the other way around, AuVen slammed his lips down on Les’s. The man tasted of something metallic, not bad—different. Warm too. He groaned, wrapping his arms around the cyborg, then grabbed his ass. Solid, warm flesh greeted him. In all reality he expected the cold kiss of steel, not the hard body pressed against him. AuVen rubbed his groin against Les’s and he sucked in a breath. The thick, length of the cyborg’s erection surprised him.
His cock responded in kind, jumping at the attention. Lyna whimpered and a few seconds later, he felt her hand on his side. Her fingernails dug into his skin. Les hissed. Their simultaneous touch overwhelmed him. AuVen reached between him, while kissing a path across Les’s jaw then down his neck. The cyborg’s hand wrapped around his denim covered dick and squeezed. Les jerked.
The heady sexual energy they produced, thickened by the second. He wanted them. Needed them like them, as though he needed his next breath. He flexed his hips, pushing deeper into AuVen’s hold.
“We should go inside,” he said, brushing his thumb over the crest of Les’s erection.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Unless you’d rather do this out—”
TL Reeve, a multi-published author with Cobblestone Press, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing, and Loose-Id, was born out of a love of family and a bond that became unbreakable. Living in Alabama, TL misses Los Angeles, and will one day return to the beaches of Southern California to ride the waves at Huntington Beach. When not writing something hot and sexy, TL can be found curled up with a good book, or working on homework with a cute little pixie.