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  Copyright

  Dedication

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

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  M.M. Bordeaux

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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  COPYRIGHT © 2014 by M.M. Bordeaux

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  Cover Art by Angela Anderson

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  Publishing History

  First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2014

  Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-710-8

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To the one I share my life with

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  M.M. Bordeaux

  ONE HARD RIDE

  “Hell yes, there was more than One Hard Ride; there was actually a couple of hard rides. This was the hottest erotic read that I have read this year. After reading this book, it will have you up in knots with desire, desire and more desire.”

  ~Cozy Reader, The Romance Reviews

  “M.M. Bordeaux has a hot and sultry hit with One Hard Ride. This is the first full length erotic romance by this author and I look forward to reading more!”

  ~Leanna, TwoLips Reviews

  Chapter One

  “So what do you think of Taylor now that you’ve met him?” Steven lay propped up on one elbow, watching her get ready for bed. He wore a Cheshire cat grin a mile wide.

  Madison put on just the top of her pajamas and then sat down on the edge of the bed to rub lotion on her legs. She had intended to give her husband a hard time for inviting a houseguest to stay with them on such short notice. But once she’d met the man, with his buff body and sexy sapphire blue eyes and disarming smile, her irritation had quickly faded.

  “Seriously,” Steven said. “What do you think of him? You obviously found him attractive. I haven’t seen you flirt like that with another man in a long time.”

  Madison felt herself flush, the heat spreading across her cheeks and over the top of her breasts. Had she been that obvious? “Well,” she said, fluffing her pillow and stretching out on the bed, “you’ve been telling me for years what a handsome, well-built stud Taylor is, and I must admit you are right. With that physique, he must work out. And in the eye-candy department, I’d say he’s a full box of Belgian chocolates. The man is obviously intelligent. He’s also funny. And charming.” She decided not to say that her pussy was still tingling with totally unexpected arousal. “You two must’ve had a great time in college.”

  “Oh, we did,” Steven said. His eyes brightened with a mischievous twinkle. “Better than you can imagine.”

  “From your sly looks and innuendos during dinner, I don’t have to use much imagination. What was all that cryptic conversation about the two of you sharing everything? You seemed to be talking about sharing more than research notes and beer bongs. Did you really share everything?”

  “Pretty much. What was mine was his and what was his was mine. Share and share alike.”

  “Even when it came to ladies?”

  Madison caught a quick look from her husband. From his sly grin, she knew the answer. Anytime she’d been interested, he was willing to share her with another man without being jealous, so no doubt he had shared girls with his best friend and frat house roommate.

  “I thought we’d agreed not to discuss sexual relationships from before we got married.”

  That was true, and the agreement had been her suggestion. But the handsome man in bed upstairs had sparked her interest. “I’m not asking who or how many. Just if you did share girls.”

  “Why do you want to know?” He smiled unabashedly at her. “Would meeting Taylor have anything to do with this sudden curiosity about me and my roommate’s sexual predilections?”

  “Maybe. Did you?”

  “Maybe. Occasionally.” He turned off the light on the nightstand. “Now be quiet and go to sleep.”

  “At the same time?”

  “Go to sleep, Maddie.”

  Madison closed her eyes, but thoughts of Taylor kept her awake. After supper, she had done the dishes while Steven and Taylor checked out the man-cave in the basement. From the rumble of masculine laughter drifting up the stairs, her husband and his former roommate had been reminiscing about some enjoyable times. No doubt including the girlfriends.

  Now, laying in the dark, still wide awake, she thought about her husband and Taylor having sex with some hot college coed, both going at her at the same time. Taking turns. The girl giving one man a blowjob while the other licked her pussy. Or fucked her. She knew from experience that there were many ways two men could share a woman sexually.

  Of course, double penetration was the ultimate act of sharing—having a cock in your pussy and another in your ass at the same time. Had Steven and Taylor done that with some sorority slut? No doubt they had. Thinking about it made her pussy tingle. It was something she had fantasized about ever since Steven had introduced her to the pleasure of anal sex.

  One of the primary things that had drawn them together was their uninhibited attitudes about sex. In their five years of marriage, she and Steven had enjoyed several sex adventures with other people. They agreed that their extramarital experiences had been for physical pleasure only, without romantic entanglements or jealousy. Each adventure off the conventional path of marital fidelity had more or less just happened, without any planning or prior arrangement. They’d mutually agreed that they weren’t interested in a swinging lifestyle or in actively seeking sex with other partners. But if circumstances offered an opportunity, why not enjoy it? Their only rule was that, if anything happened, they both had to be involved.

  Their first sexual adventure after they’d tied the knot had occurred during a schnapps-soaked evening with Max, one of Steven’s coworkers. With Steven’s encouragement, Max and Madison got into some drunken and ultimately unproductive kissing and groping on the living room floor. Their erotic quest continued the next morning when, more sober, they fucked like bunnies—first on the carpet, then on the couch, and finally on the guest room bed. It had all happened under the voyeuristic eye and rigid dick of Steven, who’d admitted to Madison that watching his wife get fucked was almost as arousing as fucking her himself.

  Fortunately, Max was a handsome man and consummate lover, with the stamina to keep Madison in a constant state of sexual euphoria. He returned a week later for a non-alcoholic encore, spending the night taking turns with Steven, each man giving Madison one orgasm after another. A week later, to everyone’s regret, Max was transferred to the West Coast.

  A couple of months after their sexcapade with Max, they had both made love to Alexis, one of Madison’s sorority sisters who was visiting for a weekend. The pretty redhead had arrived three weeks after breaking up with her girlfriend, and she was horny as hell. It had been Madison’s f irst experience with another woman, and while she later declared nothing was as good as a hard, thick cock, a sixty-nine with a hot woman was a delightful alternative. During an intermission in her girl-on-girl action with Madison, Alexis had switch hit and fucked Steven, declaring at the end of her visit that bisexuality definitely deserved a more in-depth exploration.

  Over the next couple of years, Steven and Madison had enjoyed a few other unplanned sexual adventures, culminating in a wild vacation in Cancun, where they met Carl and Candice, an older and richer couple who invited them to their villa for supper and sex. The two couples traded partners for a while, then Steven had fucked Madison while she’d sucked Carl’s cock. While she hadn’t experienced her ultimate fantasy of one cock in her pussy and another in her ass, the sex had been hot enough to leave her quivering in ecstasy.

  Cancun had been over a year ago. Since then, nothing had happened to entice them into any sexploits, although Madison sometimes thought of how hot it would be to be fucked by two men at once.

  Had they been so inclined, setting up a threesome would not have been difficult. With her long auburn curls, emerald green eyes, and sexy body, a willing participant wouldn’t be hard to find. She might be a bit on the slender side, but she still had nice full breasts and a decent ass. Plenty of men hit on her. All it would take to make a ménage happen would be for her to say okay. But so far, there had been no need or desire to involve another man—or woman—in their lovemaking.

  But, Madison thought, as she lay awake in the dark, if sex with another man ever became a reality, Taylor would be a partner she would be happy to share her bed with. The man was definitely easy on the eyes. He was an inch or two taller than Steven’s six foot two, and had blonde hair and blue eyes that could only have come from Nordic ancestry. In the tailored suit he’d worn to the tradeshow, he looked like a high-fashion model, and in the sweats and T-shirt he changed into after the show, he looked like an athlete that spent plenty of time in a gym. Just being around him during and after dinner had ignited a pleasant buzz in her core. With his good looks and flirtatious charm, it promised to be an interesting weekend.

  As soon as her husband had heard that his fraternity brother and ex-roommate would be in the city for a trade show, he had insisted Taylor stay with them in Manhattan. Taylor lived and worked in Chicago, and except for a couple of emails every month, they hadn’t connected since grad school.

  Even though Madison had been initially upset for not getting more notice about Taylor’s visit, now that she had met him, she was more than pleased to have him occupying the upstairs guest bedroom. As far as she was concerned, the man could stay as long as he liked.

  With a muttered, “Damn!” Madison suddenly sat up in bed.

  “What’s the matter?” Steven rose on one elbow.

  “I forgot to put fresh towels in the guest bathroom. Taylor will need a bath towel in the morning,” she said, sliding from under the sheets and heading for the linen closet.

  The upstairs guest bathroom opened into Taylor’s room at one end and into an empty extra bedroom at the other. With towels in hand, Madison slipped quietly through the extra bedroom and into the bathroom. A nightlight provided just enough light to see by, but she noticed the door to Taylor’s room was open a crack, and the light in his room was still on.

  Madison had mentioned to Steven half a dozen times that the door to the guest bedroom wouldn’t latch, but fixing it had never made it to the top of his honey-do list. She sighed and started to hang clean towels up when she heard a soft moan coming from the bedroom. Giving in to an urge she could only attribute to prurient curiosity, she leaned over and peeked through the crack in the door. Maybe Taylor slept naked, like Steven did. Maybe she would get a glimpse of the man’s package.

  Oh…my…God! she mouthed silently as she looked through the inch-wide crack. To her jaw-dropping astonishment, Taylor was reclined on the bed, naked, leaning back on pillows against the headboard. His fist was wrapped around his cock. His very, very large cock.

  As she watched his hand stroke up and down, a hot flush of embarrassment surged through her from head to toe, spreading rosy heat across her cheeks and neck and breasts. Her breath grew shallow as a tightness gripped her chest. Her pulse raced at the erotic sight, and she had to steady herself by gripping the counter.

  Madison’s conscience screamed at her to turn away, stop watching, and get the hell back downstairs. But the salacious little slut who lived in the naughty part of her conscience was mesmerized by the scene on the bed. She couldn’t turn away, couldn’t stop watching.

  Clutching the bath towels to her chest, she stared in stunned silence as Taylor jacked off. The man was amazingly ripped and toned, his muscles perfectly defined across his chest and abdomen. He had a sprinkling of blonde hair across his chest, which she found sexy, even though Steven’s chest was completely bare. His pubic hair wasn’t blonde, but it was much lighter than Steven’s. What had really captured her attention, however, was the man’s engorged cock. No wonder Steven had referred to his roommate as “Tripod Taylor.” The thing must be ten or twelve inches long and as least as thick as her wrist.

  An intense tingle spread through Madison’s body, emanating from her achingly hot, pussy. She had never felt so instantly, so helplessly, aroused. Her whole body buzzed from a current that crackled with churning pheromones. And the longer she watched, the hornier she got.

  Unable to turn away, Madison watched Taylor slide his fist slowly up and down his shaft, his bicep rippling with the movement. Light flickered across his naked body, and she realized he was watching TV on the small set in the room. Since he was jacking off while he watched, he was probably tuned to the X-rated cable channel. Or Steven had given him one of the porn DVDs he kept stashed in his man-cave.

  She had watched porn with Steven before. For the most part, what she had seen was boring. She could certainly see why they said visual porn was more arousing to men. For her, reading an erotic romance was much more of a turn-on than watching a video. Although, she had to admit that, when she and Steven had made an amateur sex tape on their honeymoon, she had been intensely turned on during the filming and while watching it later.

  Madison was suddenly aware that under her pajama top, she had her own hand pressed tightly against her crotch, trying to hold back the surging flood of liquid fire that had engulfed her pussy. It was a futile effort. She was already dripping with arousal, and her fingers against her slit only made her wetter.

  Suddenly Taylor’s fist began to move faster, his gaze glued to the TV screen. A moment later, his head dropped back against the pillow, and he closed his eyes, his brow furrowing in concentration. His pecs and abs rippled and tightened and, with an “Ahh, fuck,” muttered through gritted teeth, he ejaculated, squirting streams of cum up and out in ropey spirals. The first spurts shot up in the air then fell back to splatter over his taunt abdomen and muscular chest.

  Watching Taylor’s big cock erupt in orgasm was so erotic Madison couldn’t keep her fingers out of her pussy. She stroked her clit rapidly, intent on getting herself off. As the last of his cum oozed out to run down over his knuckles and wrist, he relaxed, inhaling deeply and exhaling in satisfied sighs, a thin sheen of perspiration glistening on his forehead. Suddenly he slid out of bed and started toward the bathroom.

  Quickly cramming the towels on the towel rack, Madison hustled out the door and into the extra bedroom, making her escape just as the light in the bathroom clicked on. When she got back downstairs, Steven was breathing quietly. And she was trembling.

  Lying in the dark next to Steven, her mind raced with stimulating thoughts. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her pajamas so she could caress her breasts. She let the fingers of her other hand slide up and down between the lips of her slick passage. The visual images of Taylor jacking off ran and re-ran in hi-def through her mind like an erotic video out of control. With her arousal spreading through her body, she desperately needed to orgasm.

  Madison knew if she woke Steven that he would be happy to accommodate her any way she wanted. But what she wanted was to climax with nothing in her mind but the image of Taylor’s huge cock squirting like a semen fountain. She slid out of bed, careful not to wake her husband.

  In the bathroom, she sat on the edge of the tub, her feet spread wide. Except for a small triangle of auburn curls above her clit, her pubic hair had been shaved away, leaving her pussy lips smooth.

  It was hard to believe how wet and horny she was. Creamy arousal seeped from her pussy and dripped down her thighs. Her cream-coated labia were swollen and sensitive. Reaching between her legs, she used her forefingers to spread her lips until she could see the small bud of her clitoris peeking out from under its protective hood. Shoving two fingers into her pussy as far as she could, she used her other hand to rub her clit, making little circles over the sensitive pearl of flesh. In only minutes, she had a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her moan of pleasure. Seconds later, the erotic vision of Taylor’s cum-spurting cock was washed away in the crashing wave of her orgasm.

  She slid back under the sheets, remnants of her orgasm still rippling through her body. Her thoughts continued to focus on Taylor and his cock and the image of him jacking off. But now she was also thinking of what it might be like to do more than watch the man masturbate. Would a threesome with her and Taylor and Steven be out of the question? Would Taylor go for it? Would Steven? Maybe with some subtle hints she could discover how the two men might feel about it.

  She snuggled close to Steven, one arm wrapped around his bare chest. When he stirred, she whispered, “Are you awake, sweetheart?” He offered a mumbled grunt and she repeated the question. This time he rolled toward her. “Yes Maddie,” he said. “I am now. What’s up?”

  Madison giggled. “Your roommate’s cock, for one thing. Really up. And really big.”

  Steven rose to one elbow. She could just make out the shadowed details of his face staring at her.