Author: Erin Noelle
Series: Dusk Til Dawn #1
Release Date: March 25, 2014
Genre: Erotic Romance, New Adult
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Trina is a quiet, reserved music teacher at an inner-city elementary school. Because of the traumatic events of her childhood, she’s skittish of people in general, but men especially frighten her. However, when Lucca Ellis appears in her life, he refuses to take no for an answer. Will he be able to help her overcome the past that has kept her a prisoner for over eight years?
Kat is a woman scorned and out for revenge. Wronged by the men in her life, she thrives on belittling and dominating all men that she comes in contact with. Her end goal is to make the one man, the one who stole her life away as a child, pay for his actions, and she doesn’t care who she has to destroy to get there.
These two lives that both thrive on control, were never supposed to overlap, but anything can happen… When the Sun Goes Down.
– Trina –
“A sexy woman, eh?” I close my eyes as that deep, male voice that has been playing in my mind for the last four days calls out to me from the doorway.
I pivot on my heel to see Lucca leaning against my door frame with a smirk spread across his face. He’s wearing dark jeans and a plaid button down shirt with the sleeves loosely rolled up to just below his elbow. He causes the strangest feeling inside of me when he looks at me; I hate it and like it all at the same time. I really don’t have time for this distraction in my life.
“I have no idea what my dear friend is talking about,” I say, acting aloof. “She’s desperately trying to make my life exciting, and unfortunately, that’s just not happening.”
He wanders into the room, my body temperature rising with each step that he takes closer to me. “So if you don’t like sexy women, then men are your thing?”
Rolling my eyes, I sigh overdramatically. “People aren’t my thing. I’m fine by myself, thank you.” I move around him to rearrange the instruments that really don’t need rit.
“I don’t buy that, Miss Foster. Everybody wants to feel wanted.” His eyes follow me around the room, the heat from his stare causing my entire body to flame.
Standing upright, I turn to face him as his words slice to my core. “I know what it’s like to feel wanted, Mr. Ellis, and believe me, that’s not what I want. Feeling wanted and being loved are two completely different things.” I stop before I say anything else to reveal information that I don’t want anyone else to know, especially the guy that enlivens things inside of me I didn’t even know existed. “My students will be back from lunch soon, so please excuse me as I set up.”
“You’ll never know what being loved feels like if you don’t allow anyone to get close to you, Miss Foster.” Running his fingers through his messy hair, he walks out of the room. “I’ll see you around.” His voice is calm and collected, and the words he speaks are true. I’m just not ready for anyone to be close to me. I know if I let someone in, they’d run away scared once they found out who I really am, and my heart would break all over again. I just can’t.
~ Kat ~
Loud cheers from the pool match draw my attention back to that side of the room. Apparently it’s over, because all I can see is money being exchanged all over the place. Moments later, two guys emerge from the mob, talking and laughing as they walk towards the bar. They actually look pretty similar; both have short brown hair, are well-built, and are dressed in fitted t-shirts and jeans with visible tattoos covering their arms. They both look me up and down as they step up to order their drinks and give me a smirk. They carry themselves as if they are something pretty special, at least they think so. The fire inside of me is lit. The game is on.
An hour later, I send Leo a text that I’m ready to be picked up. The game ended up being child’s play; the boys unable to think with more than their cock. After they invited me over to their table to “teach” me how to shoot pool, I let them think I had no idea what I was doing, so that they could lean me over and press their bodies against mine while I held their “sticks.” It really took everything inside of me not to roll my eyes on numerous occasions, but the death stares that I was getting from all of the females in the bar made it worth playing along. A few minutes later, I exit the bar with not one, but both of the guys. I usher them into the backseat of the SUV and then crawl over one to sit in between them.
Leo gets behind the wheel and asks, “Where to this evening, Miss?”
“To the Hyatt at Union Square, and make it quick,” I snap at him. He simply nods and pulls away from the curb.
The guys on either side of me – which I honestly can’t even remember their names at the moment except that they both start with a J – are breathing heavily and I can see their erections bulging in their pants. Neither of them has said a word nor even attempted to touch me since we’ve walked out of The Edge; just with the appearance that I have money and authority, I’ve taken control of the situation. They sit silently, waiting for my instructions.
As we make our way to the hotel, I put one of my hands in each of their laps, unzipping their jeans and reaching inside to free their cocks. Both of them let out a series of moans and hisses as I grab their shafts and begin to slowly move my hands up and down. They refuse to look at each other’s cock even though they are less than eighteen inches from one another, which gives me a great idea for the night. The guy on the right, who I decide to call J1, finally gets the nerve up to place his hand high up on my thigh just before we reach our destination.
I release them as we pull up in the valet drive. “Make yourselves presentable until we get in the room,” I instruct. They quickly tuck themselves back in their pants and zip up. I grab my fun bag from under the seat as we exit the car. I lead them through the lobby without stopping at the front desk, straight into the elevator and to the suite that I keep a key to. What can I say? Money is powerful.
Ushering the guys into the room, I waste no time to get to business. “Strip and get on the bed,” I order them as I place the bag and my purse on the table and slip off my shoes.
One of the J’s decides he’s going to test my authority. “Why do you get to make all the rules?”
Without turning around, I pull my sweater over my head and unzip my skirt, allowing it to pool at my feet. I bend over to slightly to step out of my skirt and give them a nice view of my exposed, bald pussy before standing back upright. My back still turned to them, I say calmly, “If you want a piece of this sweet ass, you will strip, get on the bed, and not question me again. If you aren’t interested, you can leave now; my driver is waiting outside the door and can take you back to the bar. The choice is yours.” I hear the swishing of fabric followed by the slight creaking of the mattress. Game over… I win again.