Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases!

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Anne’s husband comes down the stairs and questions her about the other guys…

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Brian came closer, towering over her until every muscle on the front of his body pressed against hers, flattening her breasts. He stood so near, she could no longer discern his pupils. His chest heaved against hers.

A sudden click—a brutal, sickening sound in such a desolate place—and the light went out, plunging them in perfect blackness. He lifted his arm and reached behind her. A metallic clatter on wood told her he’d put the flashlight on the shelf.

She shuddered. For the first time in their two-year relationship, she considered her husband a possible threat and regretted being alone with him.

“You know….” His menacing voice filled the eerie silence. He moved his face to the side of her head and whispered into her ear. “I can’t help thinking your odd behavior in bed yesterday has something to do with this.”

Oh, fuck. Everything was coming back at her. One by one, he pointed out irregularities and uncovered holes in her explanations. He must have given this some serious thought.
She swallowed, listened to her own breathing. Sweat slid along her flanks, cold as rain. The inability to see her husband caused the hair on her neck to stand, as if the spookiest ghost appeared before her.

Anne shook her head. “Brian, sweetheart, you wanna talk about last night? Honestly, I don’t know what came over me. I think I just wanted a little more—I don’t know—diversity?”

“Because what I do to you isn’t enough? Is that it?” He cupped her cheeks in his warm hands before moving to her ears and squeezing, pressing the back of her neck against another shelf. Her temples heated.

She didn’t know what to say, and feared where he was going. Being in a cold, humid, and darkened cellar didn’t seem a good moment to discuss the lack of variety in their sex life.

“Anne, I love you more than anything.” Pressing his hips against her, he rubbed his obvious arousal back and forth against her thighs.

Oh God. The movement lit a fire in her belly. She couldn’t believe he was handling her in such a rough manner, but at the same time, it was quite exciting.

“I’d give my life for you.” With one hand entwined in her hair, he yanked her head until it rested atop the shelf, exposing her throat. While a thousand tiny needles in her scalp made her whine, his warm breath pulsed against her bare skin. “Don’t you know that?”

“I do.”

With the other hand, he unbuttoned her blouse between their chests, snuck warm fingers beneath, and found her breast inside the bra.

She gasped at the intrusion.

“How do you want me to prove that?” He pinched the sensitive nipple, and a sharp, electrical rush of pain spread through her breast. “Marrying you wasn’t enough?”

Wanting to tolerate the hurt, she clenched her teeth.

He obviously thought roughness would arouse her. Well, she was tired of his oh-so-careful, gentlemanly lovemaking and did indeed crave a little harder handling. It could be the moment she had waited for.

“No, you want excitement.”

Yes.

His breathing picked up, as did the fondling of her breast and the moves of his erection between her thighs, only separated by their clothes. “Excitement.” His voice was loud in her ear. His moustache tickled the skin of her throat as he leaned forward, hot breaths leaving dampness before he placed his sharp teeth on the sensitive tissue and bit.

She yelped, jerked sideways, but his fingers entangled in her hair held her in place.

“Do you know what would happen to me if I lost you?” His voice cracked.

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases!

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Todd has joined Anne in the cellar to explain what she saw last night, when her husband comes down the stairs and asks why Mica was wearing her bathrobe…

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Anne tried to still her heartbeat with a couple of slow, deep breaths and hoped he wouldn’t notice. Though they didn’t see much in the blackened cellar, she hoped the flashlight he pointed to the cement floor didn’t provide enough light for him to catch any twitch in her face. The uncontrollable nervous tics of a liar.

Careful, now. Be smart. Think fast.

Her throat constricted, but she forced the words with a calm, steady voice. “He was really cold. He asked me to give it to him, so I did.”

“Hmm.” Brian removed his fingers from her chin and stood silent for a moment, observing her.

The waiting lasted so long, she thought he’d accepted her explanation. She almost sighed with relief.

Wrong. Hazel eyes gleaming, he tilted his head and lowered his voice. “But sweet Anne, how did you do that?”

Uh-oh. She swallowed. “W-what do you mean?”

“I don’t see how that is so hard to understand.” His sarcasm provoked a rush of cold through her chest. “When you took it off and gave it to him, were you standing in front of him? I mean, you were naked underneath, weren’t you?”

“Uh—”

“I’m not done!” For a second, she didn’t recognize her husband. He had never spoken to her in such a harsh manner. “And when did it happen? Before or after the power went out?”

Oh, holy mother of Christ.

The cellar shrank, and its walls pressed against her from all sides while she sorted out her thoughts. Images of the gorgeous Italian and his tempting erection flashed in her mind, threatening to make her blush. But like a light switch, she replaced the pictures with those of him giving his lover a blow job. Instant deceit filled her, and anger rushed to her head.

That’s good. Being angry will make it easier to lie.

With unexpected control, she held Brian’s look. “I was already in bed. I’d put the robe on the chair. You know, the one by the closet. And he took it.”

Ah, such a simple excuse! She couldn’t believe her own cleverness. Pride almost radiated from her, and she worked to hold back a smile.

He raised his brows. “So he didn’t see you naked.” His words sounded more like a conclusion than a question.

She had already won the battle and visualized clapping her hands in self-applause. Much more at ease, she delivered the next line as if having rehearsed for a theatre play. “No. I was under the covers.”

She allowed herself the pleasure of conjuring up the intense lust building between her thighs when Micaela actually pinned her against the closet, and the gasp she had barely stifled.

Brian frowned. “But weren’t you supposed to give them clothes?”

Ah. Good point.

She paused while inwardly following the trail of her lie. Like a professional cheater, she had a good reply. “Yes, I told him to get them in your closet. But while choosing them, he wanted to wear the robe to be warm. That’s when the lights went out.” Again, she applauded her ingenuity.

Of course, she hated lying to her husband; she loved him more than any person she’d met and would be utterly lost if he left her. She could only hope Micaela would never mention their little interlude. Knowing the man’s boldness, though, anything could happen.

Brian nodded, the movement making the light dance on the floor and the silhouettes of his chin and nose move on his face. “Well, that’s good. I wouldn’t want him to get any ideas.”

“Oh, he won’t, I can assure you.”

“Yeah, how is that?”

Merde. A new rush went through her, this time of fear, and she cursed her big mouth. What reason to tell him? He had never shared her tolerance toward homosexuality and, like Todd, she suspected he would kick the two bicyclists out of the house as soon as he learned they were gay.

She filled her lungs with humid, fungus-scented air and exhaled, then shrugged and crossed her arms. “He’s just not looking at me, simple as that. He’s not interested. In fact, he’s being quite impolite.”

Oh, another lie. They seemed to exit her mouth with incredible ease today. She loathed these treacherous words, but excused them with the need to deter Brian’s suspicion at all cost, even if that meant soiling the young man’s reputation.

“Hmm.” Brian’s low voice carried a colder tone. “Does that also apply to the guy you chatted with a few minutes ago, the one who disappeared as soon as I caught you together?”

Damn, will you never relent?

Disheartened, she uncrossed her arms.

Before she could collect her thoughts and produce another half-coherent lie, he stepped toward her, bumping his large chest into hers, and pushed her back against the shelf. She winced as hard wood grazed her spine, pain spreading like tiny electric shocks.

Yet the contact brought forth the sex-infused memory of a very naked Micaela caging her in the same way last night and, for some strange reason, heat rushed to her lower stomach. Gasping, she put her hands behind her, clutching the rough wood of a shelf for balance.

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Smashwords.

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases!

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other during the night, Anne is trying to recoup when Todd joins her in the cellar and says, “It’s about what you saw last night”…

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“Oh yeah,” she exclaimed, “well, I’m sorry—”

“No, it’s okay. Just please don’t tell your husband.”

“Oh.” Considering their recent conversation, his plea made sense.

“Please.”

“Oh, of course. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“If he found out, he’d kick us out. And now that Micaela is sick….”

Her heart tightened with worry. “How bad is he?”

“He’s caught a cold. I think he has a fever. So please—”

“I won’t tell anyone. It’s your private business.”

He nodded. “It is, but not everybody is as understanding as you are.”

“I know.”

He paused. The luminous beam from the flashlight trembled. “Listen. I feel bad about last night. Micaela and me, we just…. We were tired. We’d had a long day. We needed to chill.”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to excuse it.”

“We would never do this in public, you know. But we didn’t have a room. We thought everybody was asleep.”

“It’s all right. I’m glad you’re happy together.”

It was a small lie; Micaela’s deceit still annoyed the hell out of her. But she would work to get over it.

Todd’s voice warmed, and his eyes sparkled in the dark. “We love each other.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Well, we met about six months ago, online. I saw his picture, and it was like…he was so beautiful, I mean really incredibly gorgeous. He’s a dancer.”

“Oh….” That explained his perfectly sculpted body and feline agility.

Todd nodded. “I kept his photo in my wallet, and I was so sad that he was in Italy and we couldn’t meet in person. I really wanted to see him, you know.”

She smiled at his enthusiasm. “So, you stayed in touch?”

“Yeah, constantly. And then he invited me to visit during the summer holidays! I couldn’t believe it.”

“So how was it, to meet him for real? Sometimes these things don’t….” She heaved her shoulders.

“Oh, it was…whoa, amazing, so perfect. We hit it off immediately. Couldn’t keep our hands off each other. You know that feeling, when all you think about is that other person, and everything else sorta fades? You’re living a dream, every single minute of the day, and you couldn’t be happier. You want it to last, like, forever.”

“Yeah.” She thought of Brian and the first time they met. His warm hazel eyes staring at her, flirting. The heat rushing through her every time she heard his voice, and the desperate desire for him to touch her.

“Well.” Todd sighed. “I’d better get back. Would you by any chance have some aspirin for him?”

“Sure. Let me finish here, and I’ll bring you some.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Footsteps on the stairs made them both suck in a breath. Todd’s flash beam shook. A second beam of intense whiteness searched the black, low-roofed space, blinding them.

“Anne, are you there?” Brian’s bear voice boomed between cellar walls.

“Yes, by the shelves.” For the second time in a few hours, she felt caught in the act, and hoped to God he wouldn’t ask too many questions.

When he joined them, suspicion marred his features, and he moved the light from one face to the other.

Squinting, Todd gave a sheepish smile, turned, and left them alone.

Brian pointed his flashlight to the stone floor. He stood immobile in the dark, a few feet from her, until the grazing footsteps on the cement stairs vanished.

No more sounds but his faint, controlled breathing. Her instincts told her to wait.

“Making friends, are we?” He cocked his head.

Ah. An ugly feeling squeezed her throat. “W-we were talking, Brian.”

“Yeah, I could see that.” His tone filled with sarcasm. How unusual for this man, who she had always thought to be the sweetest and gentlest of all. He had not once laid a hand on her.

He took a step closer and grabbed her chin between two hard fingers. With his dark pupils reflecting dim light from the floor, he stared into her eyes. Short pulses of coffee breath drifted to her nostrils. “Anne, why was the Italian wearing your bathrobe last night?”

Oh, holy fucking shit.

 
 
Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

 
 
Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Smashwords.

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

See photos that inspired me to write on Pinterest

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Thanks for stopping by!

Be sure to check out all the fantastic writers sharing Mid-Week Tease Blog

Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases!

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other during the night, Anne is trying to recoup.

* * *

She would need to take it easy from now on, try to get her life back to normal. And that meant staying the hell away from the handsome bicyclists.

She moved a hand to Brian’s side of the bed and found it empty. A glance at the battery-driven luminous digital clock on his bed table indicated it was breakfast time. And, now that she thought of it, the bitter-sharp smell of brewed coffee beans drifted into the bedroom. Thank God they had an old cooking stove.

She listened. Muffled voices came through the floor, low pop music from the battery-driven radio—“La Isla Bonita” by Madonna—and coughing.

She wanted to stay in bed, didn’t want to go downstairs and face everyone. But her hostess duties called, as did her grumbling stomach. With much reluctance, she climbed out of bed, felt her way to the closet, and found new clothes.

After a short visit to the bathroom, she went down the stairs, dreading who she would meet.

In the dark room below, a French family of four sat at the dining table, a couple of candles lighting their somber faces. Since the two children, a ten-year-old girl and a seven-year-old boy, still had a month of summer holidays, the parents had planned to spend the next couple of weeks in the Alps, driving from village to village. These mountains were renowned for their severe weather, but the two adults seemed surprised and more than a little annoyed to be stranded here.

As figurehead of the bed and breakfast, it was Anne’s job to make their stay as pleasant as possible, but it seemed Brian had already taken care of that. The delicious scents of fresh baguette, jam, and butter teased her nostrils, increasing her hunger.

At the other end of the long table, Todd and Brian sat next to each other, coffee mugs in hand, features drawn.

A boost of warmth filled her at the sight of her husband. “Hey, sweetheart.” She walked over to him and, when he looked up, she leaned down to peck him on the mouth. “Everything okay?”

He smiled and discreetly patted her butt.

Todd greeted her with a nod, face placid.

Where was Micaela? She scanned the first floor.

Ah. In the back of the living room, lying on a sofa, with a woolen blanket covering him from top to toe. A hard coughing fit shook his torso, making her cringe with pity.

She sighed.

Heavy rain assaulted the windows and the asphalt outside in a steady, monotonous beat. Playful gusts of wind toyed with the open shutters, provoking small creaks. Raindrops zigzagged on the glass panes in a random maze. If she had any time, she would take a pause to go to the window and watch the wet patterns form and change, dreamily losing herself in their dance.

But business waited.

When she gazed back to the tenants, they studied her. Did they have any idea what had happened in this room last night?

The notion of sitting with these moody faces at the table stressed her. She murmured a polite bonjour, filled a cup of hot coffee, and grabbed a croissant before going to the kitchen to busy herself cleaning and moving things around. Lit candles made it possible to work in the dark.

She kept one ear focused on the living room, eavesdropping on Todd and Brian’s low conversation. They discussed politics and compared social standards in France and the US.

At one point, Brian raised his voice. “Did you hear what happened last week? Before the French government voted for the new gay marriage law? One and a half million people marched in the streets of Paris to protest, and they were pissed. But the elected elite refused to listen. They still passed the law.”

“Oh.”

“Can’t fuckin’ believe it.”

“Believe what?”

“That they made it possible for people of the same sex to marry.”

Images of Todd happily intimate with his lover last night flashed, and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him in face of her husband’s intolerance. She’d never really given the gay phenomenon much thought, but she had a feeling circumstances would soon force her to take a stand.

“As if they don’t have enough problems to take care of. There are a record three million unemployed people in France. And nine million beneath the poverty line. It’s unheard of, never before seen. What are they gonna do about that?”

“I don’t know.”

She opened the fridge. The lamp didn’t turn on. Merde. She would have to move the food to the cold cellar in the basement. With a heavy sigh, she grabbed cartons of milk and orange juice and went to an old door at the opposite side of the kitchen.

The guys had stopped talking. Chair legs scraped on the bare floorboards.

She pressed the handle on the cellar door, braced for the humid, chilly air seeping out of the narrow staircase, and climbed down the cement steps. A black void lay before her, but having lived there all her life, she knew the place inside out. Her nose twitched from the sour smell of fungus as she took careful steps across the low-ceilinged basement. She found the wooden shelves against a wall and placed the cartons atop one of them.

Shuffling in the stairwell made her jump. She turned and squinted as a blinding flashlight pointed in her direction. The person approached, hard shoe soles grazing the stone floor. The shining-white beam revealed Todd’s face.

“Oh, it’s you.” She let out a breath. What the hell was he doing here? Maybe he wanted to scold her for peeping last night. She tried to make up a quick excuse.

He stopped in front of her, the flashlight in his hand making him look like a ghost, and took a deep breath. “Forgive me for coming down here. I know it’s off limits.” His voice sounded hesitant. “But I have to ask you a favor, and it’s important that your husband doesn’t hear me.”

How did Todd manage to sneak past him? Maybe the facteur brought the mail at that moment and held Brian’s attention at the front door.

Nevertheless, Todd hadn’t come here to scold her. Relief washed over her. “Sure.”

“It’s about what you saw last night.”

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.uk, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Smashwords.

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

See photos that inspired me to write on Pinterest

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