Kabana
Wild: Tropical Duet 1
By Josie Jax
#SportsCarSex #menage #LGBT #Looseid #hotsex #MMF #romance
Hot Sports-Car Sex in Books
By Josie Jax
What’s your hottest car-sex moment? I’m sure most of us have been there…in a cramped back seat with a lover, twisting like a pretzel, and making the most of every inch of car space.
As an author of erotic romances for over twelve years, I’ve written countless lovemaking scenes from vanilla missionary to…how shall I say…creative, sometimes acrobatic scenes.
During the editing process for authors, we go through first or second rounds, line editing, proofing, and so on. When my book was in the proofing stage, the proofer commented on Twitter about the first in my Tropical Duet series with Loose Id (Kabana Wild—book 1, now available; and Jamaica Wild—book 2, coming April 5). The proofer’s tweets:
“OMgawd hyena laff while proofing Kabana Wild”
And:
“I will never look at a sports car in the same way again”
There is a lot more #hotsex that follows the below scene in the book (and in the book as a whole), but here’s a snippet of the sports-car lovemaking chapter to get your engine revving. ;) Now get mine revving—share your hottest car-sex stories!
P.S. Jamaica Wild: Tropical Duet 2 by Josie Jax releases April 5, 2016.
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Title: Kabana Wild: Tropical Duet
1
Author Name: Josie
Jax
Series Name: Tropical
Duet
Genre: Contemporary
Menage Romance
Release Date: Kabana Wild: Tropical Duet
1 - March 1, 2016
Upcoming: Jamaica Wild: Tropical
Duet 2 – April 5, 2016
Publisher: Loose
Id
Word Count: Approx. 77,000 words
Heat Level: Scorching;
bedroom doors wide open; frank sexual language though also romantic.
Blurb:
Three people...three depraved
plans...one inferno of scandalous pleasures.
Movie star Mitch Wulfrum is tired
of deflecting the gay rumors buzzing around him. It's time for drastic measures
to suppress them once and for all--even if it means marriage in name only to
the first trophy wife he can get his hands on. And beautiful sugar-cane
princess Kiona 'Alohi fits right into his plan.
Kiona can't believe her luck when
she's presented with Mitch's proposition. Her overbearing father is dangling
her trust fund over her head as an enticement to dump her oh-so-sexy, but
oh-so-unsuitable lover, Nakolo. A bogus marriage to Mitch will net her
everything she wants--money and love, even if she can only have Kol on the sly.
What she doesn't expect are the
sexual sparks that fly between her and Mitch, or, when Kol catches them
together, the heat that flares between the two men. One scandalously
pleasurable encounter after another fans the flames of attraction, until they
begin to dream that all three of them could have everything they ever
wanted--and more than they ever expected.
An intricate, fragile web of lies
and deceit are all that keep their wanton secrets from erupting into the public
eye. Trouble is, one scheming photographer named Anjelee has already clicked
the shutter that could ruin all their lives.
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Excerpt:
He thirsted for her
as always, but how to get his final fill of her in this cramped little sports
car?
Nakolo, the
sunroof…
It was as if Pele whispered the solution in his ear.
“Stand up,” he
ordered.
“S-stand up?”
“You heard me.
Stand up. Remove your shoes, plant a foot on each seat, and stand up so your
top half is through the sunroof.”
Her mouth fell
open, and a sound that resembled a wheeze tore from her throat. He watched as
she blinked, scanned the inside of the car, and looked up through the sunroof.
Nakolo knew the precise moment understanding dawned on her.
For a full thirty
seconds, she stared deep into his eyes, her own tearing up. She finally
understood his desperation and intense desire to have her, to reclaim what was
his after seeing her with another man.
Kiona twisted,
assuring the car remained in park, and removed her shoes. She reached for the
sunroof’s edge and pulled herself to a standing position. She was a tall woman,
and it was a small car, so with her feet placed as wide as she could get them
on each front seat, the roof came to waist level.
She set her elbows
and forearms on the roof and leaned on them. “I’m ready,” she whispered down to
him.
He scooted forward
and drew up her dress, stuffing the front hem beneath the garment’s waistband.
And there it was, her jewel—his jewel. Nakolo’s mouth watered, and his
balls throbbed, engorging like a balloon ready to pop.
“Hemolele!
Mmm, my love, you are so gorgeous, so”—he swiped his tongue up her slit,
eliciting a scream from her—“delicious.”
The flavor of cream
and faint salt burst in his mouth. Holy islands, she was wetter than the sea.
He drew back and studied her toned thighs and the top of the V they held dear.
Except for a small patch of dark curls above her clit, she always kept her pussy
shaved for him so he could feel her silky lips on his tongue or encircling his
shaft. The labia were smooth and naturally tanned, her nub pink and swollen,
emerging at the top of her cleft like the early bloom of a hibiscus. God, what
perfection!
Nakolo couldn’t
delay any longer. He wrapped his arms around her hips and reached behind her.
Sinking one finger into her dripping-wet puka, he closed his mouth over
her swollen bud.
She screamed again,
this time far louder. He heard her hands slap the roof and rejoiced when her
voluptuous body spasmed in his arms, against his face. He flicked his tongue
over her clitoris while gazing upward through the sunroof. She was like a siren
of the sea. He watched as the Pacific winds blew inland, tossing her hair in a
wild mass, her breasts perky mounds, her face contorted in ecstasy.
Her pelvis did a
swiveling dance, abrading over his face. She growled, reaching for that
pinnacle that always came so easily for her. Nakolo pumped his finger faster,
adding another, then a third. She spread wider, accommodating him, coating his
fingers with her stickiness. With his tongue, he thoroughly explored every
fold, crease, and little bulge, knowing the time would come very soon when he
would have to yank her down into the car and plunge himself into her.
She was almost
there, he could tell by the stiffening of her dance and the animal mewls
escaping from deep in her throat. But somewhere in the sexual blur of his mind,
Nakolo heard the hum of a car engine. He whipped his head around to see a sleek
Mercedes pull up behind Kiona’s car.
“Goddamn it,” he
swore when he saw none other than Mitch Wulfrum—the damn movie star—unfold
himself from the driver’s seat and stride toward Kiona’s car.
Kiona’s windows
were darkly tinted, so most likely Mitch couldn’t see Nakolo. If Mitch had
spied Nakolo’s truck back at Jager’s house, he’d probably know Nakolo sat in
her car. But if he hadn’t peered out the window at Nakolo’s boyish antics,
Mitch wouldn’t know whose truck it was and might assume Kiona was alone and the
truck abandoned.
Not knowing one way
or the other added an edge of excitement to the unexpected situation. Nakolo’s
loins simmered with reluctant fire. Did he want to be discovered or not?
As Mitch approached
the driver’s side, Nakolo studied the strikingly handsome face, the tall, lean
body…and the bulge in the jeans Mitch now wore. Nakolo swore under his breath.
Why was it he found the sight of this man sauntering nearer so very arousing
while Kol orally pleasured Kiona? Where had his anger gone? And why hadn’t he
demanded an explanation from Kiona about her tryst with this man before Kol had
dived right into satisfying his sexual urges?
“Mitch, what are you—what
are you doing here?” Kol heard Kiona choke out.
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Author Bio, Website, & E-mail:
Josie Jax is the new pseudonym for a USA Today bestselling author of erotic romances in various genres. She lives in the Midwest and dreams of becoming a crazy cat lady by rehabbing an old barn into a fancy mansion for stray cats and stranded kittens.
Please visit Josie’s website at http://www.JosieJax.com or feel free to email her at josiejax1@gmail.com.
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