Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Tempting Tuesday: What Friends Are For

What Friends Are For releases from Ellora's Cave Publishing tomorrow! I'm super excited about this one! Jonas and Jacey are such a great couple. I loved writing them and really hope you enjoy reading them. So today, I'm sharing an excerpt to wet your appetite!

What Friends Are For

Lacey Thorn

 

Book 2 in the Girls Night Out series.

 

Friends can make the best lovers. Or at least that is what Jacey decides when she finally takes that step with her longtime friend Jonas. He knows her, what she likes, what she wants, what she needs. Maybe even better than she does. But Jonas isn’t willing to settle for just a sexual relationship when Jacey finally comes around. He wants more. He wants it all. And this time he won’t give up until they’re much more than friends.


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An Excerpt From: WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
The door opened as soon as she reached it and Jonas filled the space. His brown waves were mussed as if he’d been running his fingers through them as he often did when he was agitated. His brown eyes were a deep chocolate shade behind his glasses, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he’d been drinking. He still had on the slacks she was sure he’d worn to the office that morning but his shirt was unbuttoned and hanging untucked and wide open, revealing a chest that no computer geek should have.
God, how had she been so blind? How had she not realized that Jonas meant more to her than a mere friend? And when had that changed? When had her feelings for him changed? Because, honestly, she didn’t know. She just knew that when he said she should find someone else to discuss her love life with, it had hurt. Then when she’d seen him with that redhead, well, she’d seen red. And she hadn’t been looking at the bimbo’s hair.
“I told you to go home.” Jonas’ voice washed over her and she shivered, her nipples getting tight and hard. She wasn’t missing the way he made her feel now.
“Well, good for you,” she said and shoved past him into his house. “But I want to talk.”
She turned around when she was safely inside only to see him still holding the door open. “Shut the door, Jonas, before you let the flies in. Besides, I’m not sure you want the neighbors to hear what I’ve got to say.”
He slammed the door and flipped the lock before moving away from her. She followed him to the kitchen and took in the dishes in the sink, the clutter on the counters and the open bottle of whiskey and glass on the table. Jonas was neat. Jonas was tidy. Jonas didn’t drink all that often.
“What’s going on Jonas? Everything okay?” she asked, really concerned.
“Everything’s perfect,” he said, plopping down into his chair and lifting the whiskey glass to his lips for a sip. “Abso-fucking-lutely perfect.”
“Jonas, you can tell me,” Jacey said. “We’re friends.”
“Friends,” he muttered and she watched the glass lift for another longer sip. “You wanted to talk, so talk. Who’s the guy this time, Jacey? What’s wrong with him? Did he suck in bed? Was his dick too small? Didn’t he satisfy you?”
Jacey blanched at his candor. Oh god. Had she destroyed any chance of going further with him by talking to him about her sex life? Did she really talk like that with him? Usually she said those things to Dee and Mischa but she did feel safe and comfortable with Jonas, she just hadn’t realized why until he’d pulled away.
“There isn’t a guy, Jonas,” she said.
“Wow, the amazing sex machine called Jacey is taking a little fuck break,” Jonas muttered then chuckled. “What will the male population do?”
“You might as well have just called me a whore,” she said quietly.
“Well, if the shoe fits,” he muttered again and she rose to her feet.
“Fuck, Jacey, I’m sorry,” Jonas said, coming to his feet beside her and grabbing her arm to keep her from leaving. “I told you I was tired and apparently I’m a fucking douche bag as well.”
“Yeah, you are,” she agreed.
“Just go home, Jacey,” he said. “Before I say something else that attempts to destroy any friendship we have left.”
“I can’t,” she whispered. If she left now she might not have the courage to come back. She’d been the one to tell him about her conquests, laughing as she described having sex with another guy. She was an idiot. And if he told her to get the hell out when she was done, then she would. It would kill her to walk away but she would.
He sat back down and lifted the glass. “Then stay at your own risk. I’m not going to pussyfoot around with you when I told you now wasn’t the time.”
“I understand,” she said, sitting beside him again at the table.
They sat for a few minutes in silence. Jacey had never seen Jonas like this. It was blowing her mind.
“Jacey,” Jonas said as he emptied his glass and reached for the bottle. “You better talk soon.”
“Why are you drinking?” she blurted.
“You came all the way over here on a Friday night, a night I know is girls’ night, to ask me why I’m sitting in my house drinking?”
“No, I’ve just never seen you drink like this,” she said.
“There’s a lot you’ve never seen,” he muttered and took another sip.
“So show me,” she whispered and finally, he met her eyes.
“Don’t,” he said.
“Why not?” she countered.
“Trust me. You don’t want to go there. Not now. Not tonight.”
“Why not tonight?”
“Because I’m not in the mood to play games with you tonight.”
“Too bad. Girls’ night included a toy store visit and I picked something up.”
“Go find someone to play with then, Jacey.”
“I’m trying to.”
“Don’t, Jacey. Just don’t. I’m not going to be one of your bed buddies for a night.”
“Why? I know you want me,” she blurted.
“So, you finally opened your eyes, huh? Well, good for you, Jacey. Chalk me up to another male conquest and just go home.”
“I’m not leaving, Jonas. So you can either deal with me or I can sit here and watch you drink.”
“You wouldn’t like the way I’d deal with you,” he muttered, standing and taking his glass to the sink where, with a sigh, he dumped the whiskey out. “You’ve ruined a really good buzz.”
“Maybe I’d enjoy the way you’d deal with me,” she said, coming to her feet and moving over to stand behind him.
He turned around, his eyes blazing. At five-foot-eight-inches, she wasn’t that much shorter than he. In fact their bodies aligned perfectly. He had a longer torso than she so their legs were the same length, making the important parts align just right. She glanced down at his slacks where there was definitely something growing.
“Sizing me up?” he said and her eyes flew back up to his face.
Damn it. Enough was enough. “Yeah, I’m sizing you up, Jonas.” She moved into him, not stopping until they were touching, her breasts against his chest, her pussy nudging the growing bulge in his pants.
“Back off, Jacey,” he grunted. His nostrils flared and his hands gripped the counter behind him so tightly that his knuckles were white. But she could feel his cock at full mast now and damn it felt good.
“Or what?” she asked. “Are you going to discipline me, Jonas? Gonna spank my ass until it’s nice and red?” She reached out to shove his shirt off his shoulders, trapping his arms at his sides, and scraped her nails over his chest. “Is that what you want to do to me?” she purred and rubbed her hot cunt along his clothed cock.
“Fuck it,” he said. “I tried, Jacey, I really tried.” Then he was shoving away from the counter and his shirt was on the floor. She found herself backed against the wall with him plastered against her. “No more Mr. Nice Guy. Tonight I’m going to take what I want.”

 
Oh, yeah! I love this story!!!!

Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced...
www.lacythorn.com

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