The McGilley Trilogy by BJ Wane
Rumors had circulated for years in the Lexington area about horse breeders Brett, Colin and Donovan McGilley, especially about the activities that went on above their popular night club, Casey’s. Kayla Holden was at Casey’s to celebrate her twenty-sixth birthday and in the mood to do something wild and crazy and what could be wilder and crazier than enticing sexy, older Brett McGilley into inviting her upstairs for an up close and personal look at the sexual activities she had heard so much about. Even though Brett was attracted to Kayla, his taste for spanking and exhibitionism was not for someone so young and inexperienced. But Brett had no idea just how determined Kayla was to not only explore his sexual kinks, but to do so only with him.
Colin McGilley had fallen for his best friend’s wife, Olivia Hammond, the moment he met her and when Doug asked him to help gift her with a ménage on her birthday, he couldn’t resist. The next three years, Colin carried the guilt of Doug’s sudden death that next day while Olivia struggled with grief. But Olivia’s need to find another Master to give her what she so badly craved sent her to Colin, this time asking more from him than friendship.
Donovan McGilley has struggled with his quick temper ever since his rescue from the Iraqi’s seven years ago, his worry over preferring rough sex keeping him from seeking a relationship outside of the few women who liked sex hard and usually with two men at their private club. But when veterinarian, Anna Kingston saves one of his beloved mares and he see signs of abuse on her body, he simply couldn’t turn her down when she approaches him to explore the sexual fantasies that had led to ending her marriage.
Meet the McGilley Brothers who like their sex kinky and on their terms, but try to do the right thing by turning down the women brave enough to take them on. Women who refuse to take no for an answer.
Includes: Male Domination,female submission, spanking, exhibitionism, multiple partners.
Kayla pulled her arm again, but Stephen refused to let go and she knew by his tight grip she was going to have bruises tomorrow. Damn it, this was her fault. If she hadn’t been so preoccupied with dividing her attention between simply having fun and cutting loose and keeping one eye on the only man she seemed to want tonight, she would’ve taken more notice of her actions and how her partner was taking them. She had dated Stephen briefly over two years ago, but like most of the other guys her age, he had been too self-centered for her to want to spend much time with him, especially in bed.
“Let me go, Stephen. I’m not going anywhere with you, especially someplace private,” she snapped for about the fourth time.
“That’s not what your body’s been telling me, baby. Come on, quit playing the bitchy tease and let’s go out to my car.”
Before Kayla could say anything, a familiar forearm and hand latched onto Stephen’s wrist and simply twisted. Kayla winced when Stephen yelped and dropped her arm, his angry attention turning from her to Brett who looked mad enough to spit nails.
“Back off. Now.”
Even Kayla had sense enough to shiver at that softly deceptive tone and the cold look in those green eyes, but she didn’t let his obvious anger stop her from taking advantage of his interference.
“It’s about time you showed up for the dance you promised me,” Kayla said gaily before she addressed Stephen who stood staring mutinously at both Brett and her. “Thanks for the dance, Stephen, but the rest of my night is taken.” Reaching out, she took Brett’s hand, making it clear who she had every intention of spending it with.
Brett waited until Stephen stomped off before turning his attention to the little minx grinning unabashedly up at him. In bare feet her head barely reached his chest and even though he knew she was twenty-six, she still looked like a kid just out of high school, something that had his gut clenching as he knew he was going to give in and give her one dance.
“That situation was your fault, you know,” he admonished her.
Kayla sighed. “Yes, I know, I admit it, okay? But if you hadn’t spurned me earlier, then I would have been paying more attention to the vibes I was giving off than on you, so you have to accept part of the blame.”
Brett rolled his eyes and tugged her onto the dance floor. “Your reasoning is definitely flawed, but I’ll give you your one dance anyway.” Pulling her into his arms for the slow tune that just started, he added sternly, “One dance only, Kayla.”
Looping her arms around his broad shoulders, Kayla pressed suggestively against him, his wide, hard chest providing the perfect cradle for her breasts. Molding her body to his, she swayed with him as he moved her about the floor with a skill she found exciting. Unable to resist, she feathered light kisses along his beard stubbed jaw as she rocked her pelvis against his. The bulge pressing against her mound was temptingly large and hard, much like the rest of him.
“Are you sure that’s all you want, Brett?” she asked softly as she pressed closer to him.
Brett lowered his hands to her ass and cupped her soft, surprisingly full buttocks. If she wanted to play with fire, he was going to show her how easily she could get burned. He was sure she was used to calling the shots with men, both in and out of bed. Hopefully letting her know she couldn’t manipulate him that easily would be enough to deter her from pursuing him. Not that he wasn’t flattered by the attention from such an attractive, sexy woman, but in the past eight years since his divorce, Brett had steered clear of women who would demand more from him than he was willing to give, and especially women who were too young, and too innocent to accept what he would demand from her when they had sex. Despite her flirtatious, open nature, there was an innocent naiveté about Kayla that was endearing and brought out his protective instincts, but was completely at odds from what he looked for when contemplating a brief, no strings attached sexual relationship.
“The question is, are you sure you know what you’re doing when you come on to me, little one?” His cock hardened even more as he kneaded her buttocks, but he ignored his discomfort and focused on driving his point home. “You can’t handle more than one dance with me, little girl, so take what I’m offering then go back to your friends and forget about me.”
Kayla shivered as his hard hands on her ass sent another gush of moisture seeping from her pussy and made her nipples tighten painfully. She was so aroused by his hands on her ass, his hard body holding her close and the dark glitter in his eyes that matched the dark threat of a sexual experience unlike anything she had had before, she could barely refrain from begging him to fuck her right then.
“Yeah?” she breathed, rising on her toes to kiss him lightly on his stern mouth. “Prove it. Take me upstairs and show me what you like. Let me decide what I can handle and what I can’t.”
The image of her upstairs, stripped and bent over, his cock buried inside her hot pussy as he kneaded her bare ass, only added to the torture his cock had been enduring since he first spotted her earlier this evening. But remembering the fifteen year age difference between them and how innocent she really was enough to cool his lust, reminding him she was about as far from the type of woman he usually dallied with as the earth was from the moon.
Gripping her hair in a tight fist, he brought her head up and stated emphatically, “You won’t gain admittance upstairs, so don’t even try. What goes on up there is not for you.” Unable to let her go without tasting that lush mouth, he gave her a hint of what sex with him would be like. His mouth was as hard as his hands on her ass and in her hair, his lips demanding as he practically forced hers open and his tongue ruthless as he explored every recess of her mouth.
Kayla moaned when his lips connected with hers then gasped softly when he kissed her with open mouth carnality, his mouth taking hers with hard pressure and mastery. It was a kiss unlike anything she had experienced before and from her body’s instant reaction, her response was unlike anything she had felt before. If this was meant to show her what sex would be like with him, she knew without a doubt she wouldn’t be disappointed or put off like he seemed to think she would be. By the time he had released her lips, she ached with a need so strong her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t been holding her up. If that kiss was meant as a deterrent, his intention backfired. Instead of being put off, she wanted more. She wanted it all, and she wanted it with him.
Brett released her and, ignoring the dazed look in those expressive eyes, admonished, “Behave, Kayla, and make sure someone who hasn’t been drinking drives you home.”
Kayla watched him walk away, anger replacing lust. Damn it, she wasn’t a child to be scolded by him. If he didn’t want her enough to overlook their age difference and her inexperience, then she’d find someone else who did. The problem was, she didn’t want anyone else, she wanted him. And Kayla wasn’t one to give up easily when she wanted something, or someone, bad enough.