Blurb:
I run from one man who wants me dead, into the arms of five others.
They call themselves G Force Five; a powerful weapon against corruption.
Safe in their midst I am cherished, loved, redeemed.
I, in turn, love them all.
But evil forces conspire to control them.
They are wounded. They are my saviors.
Who will save them?
Excerpt:
Copyright @ 2018 by Kaely Steel All rights reserved
Here at the ranch my soul was feeling exceptionally well-tended. I’ve always adored the company of men and this group was something special. They exuded a unique essence that I couldn’t get enough of.
Right now they were nowhere in sight. No doubt they were huddled some place private, choosing which world wrongs to put right next. I smiled at the thought. My very own super heroes. I wondered if they had a name. If not, I should come up with one. Except that would require thought on my part.
Vowing not to think, I changed into my work-out gear and found my way to the lower level where the gym was every bit as luxurious as I remembered. One entire wall was covered in floor to ceiling mirrors with the floor in front of it cushioned by rubber mats.
One thing I didn’t remember from my earlier tour was a shiny silver dance pole beckoning to me from the far end. Did they bring in strippers for their own private viewing? I grabbed hold of the pole and did a half-twirl. Damn, I needed some music.
As if on cue, ceiling speakers sprang to life. A sultry jazz piece flowed over me, making movement instinctual. I kicked off my shoes and wrapped one leg around the pole, attempting an experimental spin.
As I moved, I took a closer look at the mirrors. What if those mirrors were two-way glass? Which one of my heroes might be on the other side, watching me?
Dark and brooding Wulff?
Blond Viking Ledger?
Scarred and handsome Hart?
Soulful green-eyed Pierce?
Or the blue-eyed Dare devil?
Excitement raced through me with a rush of warmth. I grew flushed at the thought of any or all of them watching. My girl parts tingled. Who didn’t love to tease and be teased?
The tempo of the music changed, grew faster and more vibrant, and with a pulsing beat that matched the heated blood thrumming through my veins.
With a talent I didn’t know I possessed, I continued my flirty, provocative foreplay with the dance pole as my partner, fueled by lust. Lust for the five men who were tasked with my care and well-being.
Beneath my thin stretchy bra-top my breasts ached with want and I rasped a fingernail across the nipples, feeling the resultant rush of heat between my thighs. I freed my breasts, fondled them lovingly, then unzipped the front of the top and spun it overhead in my best stripper move before I released it. My top flew through the air and landed off to the side, the one splash of pink in this black and grey male enclave.
Topless, I felt totally free and uninhibited as I continued my sultry, gyrating movements, admiring the way my naked breasts dipped and swayed in time to the music. As gracefully as possible I slithered my way to the floor and lay on my back with my legs wrapped up the pole. I lifted my hips off the ground, writhing in time to the music as if I was fucking the pole.
Were my men watching? Were they getting hot like me?
Heat pooled within the confines of my peek-a-boo spandex. I rolled onto my stomach and arched my back, head thrown back, breasts front and center. I rolled over and did a few spins on my ass before I straddled the pole, legs wide open. I pivoted from hip to hip so the hard metal caressed my clit through the spandex while I played with my breasts, head back, hair brushing my shoulders while my heavy-lidded gaze remained glued to the mirror.
I knew they were watching!
I could sense their lust emanating from the other side of the mirror, fogging the glass. They’d be hard for me. Wanting me.
About the author:
Kaely Steel admits to a serious character flaw; she loves men!
Her lucky husband doesn’t mind her indulging her many fantasies through writing about them, and is happy to reap the rewards of being used for research.
Her hobbies include skinny-dipping and wine-tasting, sometimes, but not always at the same time.
REDEEMING JENNA is a contemporary Reverse Harem,
Fast burn. No cliff hangers.
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