Free The Doxy's Daybook: A Friday in Two Acts by Sable Jordan Page B

tender than erotic, and I’m a little off balance, surprised to find myself so aroused by it.  It’s difficult to be the center of two polar opposites , the division between comedy and tragedy.  I force the thought from my mind and focus on the man I need to win over.
    Thad crosses his arms, mouth a firm line, head dipped a bit to make his glowering more effective.
    I look up at him from beneath my lashes and lean forward, brace my hands on his forearms, press my lips to his chest.  He doesn’t move back so I move up to kiss his collarbone; the dip where his neck meets his shoulders; flutter over his sculpted jaw. His hands have dropped, enjoying this but still standing military straight. I kiss his cheek…lower…trail kisses across his chin to the other side. 
    He inches forwa rd, so close now my breasts crush to his chest.  Tony’s still doing those delicious barely-there kisses between my legs, and the sexual contradiction has a fire burning in my belly.  Thad thinks I’m here for Tony, but from the start I wanted both.
    And they both want me.
    “Tony already knows the rules,” I whisper against Thad’s cheek.  My kisses continue to his jaw again, moving up to his ear.  I tease his lobe with the tip of my tongue; nip it gently with my teeth.
    Thad growls low in his throat.  His arms come up to wrap around me when I stop him, holding one muscled forearm in each hand.  I pull back, look into his eyes so we’re both clear about what’s going to happen.
    Tony’s hands grip my ass, tipping me forward, his nose pressed to my core. My eyes slip closed for a second, my mind trying to straighten out the conflicting signals.  I refocus on Thad.  The fury is still present, lurking just beneath the desire. Voice silky and deep he asks, “And what’re the rules?”
    A woeful shake of my head and a sigh; the reply infused with mock sadness. “Rules are only for those playing with the doxy.”
    The corner of his mouth tips up, his eyes soften a hair.  “Hyp’athetically, if I was playin’ with the doxy, what would those rules be?”
    I release his arms, let them encircle my waist as my hands smooth up the soft carpet of hair on his chest.  “Safety always. I don’t do abuse.  No kissing on the mouth.”
    Thad nods once, hands going to the button on the back of my dress.  He unfastens it, lifts the hem of the skirt to drag the fabric over my head.  With remarkable deftness my bra is gone, and I question just how long it’s been since he’s had a woman.
    Eyes s till on Thad I bend, backpedal down Tony’s body, reaching blindly to the side for where I know I piled a handful of condoms on the bed.  The move brings my tits in direct contact with Tony’s mouth and he devours them hungrily, hands kneading and gripping.  I manage to snag a foil pack between my fingertips, and then reach out and yank the towel from Thad’s hips, his semi-rigid length emerging from trim dark curls.  Where Tony is long and thinner, Thad’s cock is as thick and beefy as the rest of him.
    “Bring a chair,” I breathe while Tony laves my breasts with expert skill. Thad stares at the two of us like he’s changed his mind again.  I can’t lose him now; hold the condom up between two fingers.  “There’s a challenge on the table, cowboy.”
    Tony stops nipping long enough to chuckle against my ribs. A gentle quiver rocks through me where my thighs straddle his abs.  I lift up a little, and he tilts his head back to look at his lover.  “She’s got you there, babe.  Real cowboys don’t run.”
    “Oh, I’ll have him runnin’, all right,” I tease.  It’s enough to put that angry fire back in Thad’s stance. We lock eyes.  Whatever he wants from me, it’ll be rough. “Just remember the rules.”
    Naked, he pads to the living room for the requested prop.
    “What’s that about?” Tony asks, brushes a loose lock of hair off my shoulder to lick my neck.  The motions are calculated, hypnotic.  This guy is