Hey reading family! It’s that time again! I’m so excited, and I hope you are too. I’m back today with a (un-edited subject to change) sneak peek from My Own Terms, the spin-off from the Heavy On The D Series. Daniella Armstrong was a character who piqued readers’ interest on a large scale. I want Daniella’s story! – Became a chant! Lol. So here we are. I’m giving you the first look inside My Own Terms. I hope you enjoy it!
When my closest friends became the objects of my desires, I knew no one man could meet my sexual appetite.
I opened my eyes—my attention drawn over the warm grains of sand to the aqua blue ocean where dark melanin skin, hard angles, chiseled pecs, and muscular torsos held me hostage.
It was warmer today than the past two of our vacation in the Caribbean. Knowing this should’ve convinced me that the heat gripping my flesh came from the rays of sun that showered the island. But I knew better. It was them.
Tobias Kincaid, King Cassidy, and Blaze Anderson.
Three of the most gorgeous men I’d ever known, and that was saying a lot since I am the owner of The Den.
The Den, where women came to live out their fantasies and have their desires fulfilled. I employed over twenty-five hundred men—models, actors, realtors, and the like by day, turned strippers and sex workers by night.
I’d seen all types of men. The hyper-masculine, narcists, emotionally detached, liars, bullies, sex-driven, you name it.
The extensive background checks and interviews were used to sort out these kinds for the self-confident, servant, easy-going, collaborative, adventurous type of men. Doing so guaranteed that the women visiting The Den would find what they were looking for and more.
However, doing so, I didn’t realize I’d unintentionally searched for the men that had been in my life since I was a freshman in college.
Tobias Kincaid, my self-confident, assertive, honest, and dependable friend who received a Bachelor of Science and Doctor of Chiropractic degree only to return to attend culinary school. Not only had I watched him excel, but he was damn good with his hands.
I adjusted in my beach chair, thinking about the last time Tobias’s thick fingers had dug into my skin—two weeks ago. I tried not to moan, to see anything sexual about the experience, but unlike when we were in college, I’d grown to want more than the friendship we currently hold.
It doesn’t sound too bad when you think about it. Sometimes friends become lovers. Except, he wasn’t the only one I craved. King Cassidy was his best friend—my courageous, confident, extroverted, and a bit rough around the edges, best friend too.
He’d attended college for a bachelor’s in business management, now the owner of four car repair service centers in Atlanta. Getting his hands dirty by being under the hood of a vehicle was his thing—outside of taking his Harley out for a cruise on a sun-washed, beautiful day.
I chuckled, thinking about my antics lately, pretending I knew nothing about cars. I’d had King on his back, lying next to him under the hood of a Chrysler as he showed me how to take the bolts off the engine. While I had no prior knowledge of the intricate details of mechanics, I’d known a thing or two from listening to my father go on about his collector’s vehicles.
I’d watched King work the bolts, admiring the flex in his biceps and his jaw more than the lesson being taught.
Damn, I wanted to fuck him—or rather, I wanted him to fuck me. Hard, unmercifully, like a juggernaut jackhammer that wouldn’t stop until I’d come so heavily, it felt as if my soul had left me.
Lately, anytime King or Tobias touched me, whether it was a simple caress to garner my attention or a solid touch, my imagination would run wild—imagining those fingers inside me, my mouth, my pussy.
I sucked in a breath as I watched them surf, paying more attention to me lounging in a barely-there bikini, a floppy hat on my head, and Christian Dior shades across my eyes, then the waves that bounced around them. In my hands, I pretended my beach read was keeping my attention, but I’d nodded off, taken a nap, and awaken to see them wet, half-naked, and drawing the curiosity of women who strolled up and down the sand in circles hoping to be noticed. I laid the book across my breasts and stretched, my body arching then relaxing only to be met with Tobias’s gaze.
My six feet four-inch dream lover never missed a moment to reach out and touch me with his sweeping eyes. Yet, he’d never said anything tempting enough to make me think he was interested in me beyond friends. Well, verbally. His stare said something completely different. I want to fuck you, it said—make love, suck your pussy, taste your tongue…maybe, just maybe all of those things.
I watched him as he watched me, a wave rising behind him. I smirked, then laughed as he was drowned in the shore embrace. A few feet away, King rode his surfboard with precision, whereas Blaze was on the other side, also laughing so hard I thought he would fall off as well.
Blaze Anderson, my gamma friend. Adventurous, full of life, thinks he’s funny while being a walking muscular six-foot-three warrior who came out of college with a Bachelor’s in Information Technology.
With a mere look, Blaze could make me smile, chuckle, or laugh. There was something he lit inside me that I cherished, that I wanted to hold on to and never let go. I’d be remised if I denied the attraction between us—when that glow behind his eyes would darken, awakening the sexual prowess that lived in his veins.
A touch and I melted in the palms of his hands. Yet, he didn’t know it, and like Tobias and King, Blaze, too, had never mentioned… anything in the area outside of comradery.
My life would probably make a great movie. I’m sure a lot of people believe that about their own lives but, when I think of everything I’ve done, seen, and what I want, this could, without a doubt, become a blockbuster.
Laughing, I sat up and opened the cooler, reaching for a bottle of water. When I glanced back at the shoreline, Tobias—in all of his demi-god glory rose from the water, surfboard in hand, and strolled to me, muscles flexing with each step he took.
A deep breath spilled from my mouth.
It had been twenty-four months since I’d had a dick inside me. Not for lack of contenders, but because I knew what men couldn’t handle, and mostly, that was me. I wasn’t the monogamous type. I’d known that my entire life when relationships in my youth felt like boulders on my shoulders instead of the bliss that came with loving one person. My relationships never lasted past three months. I thought for sure I was a whore of another kind. The boastful, head held high, on my own terms, type of whore. But the truth was, I was different, and I found nothing wrong with being all of those things. I didn’t find pleasure in sleeping with men on a rotating scale. Rather, I wanted who I wanted, and that never went past two or three at once.
This was something only my best friend, Cassandra Duntley, and I knew, and I didn’t have a problem with what others, men and women alike, thought about my preferences. Until I start feening for Tobias, King, and Blaze. Three years ago, my three best male friends couldn’t speak to me slowly without me imagining slipping and sliding my pussy across their mouths.
Initially, I thought I had a problem. But then I realized I’d grown to love everything about them—watched how purely invested they were in setting the tone for altruism. They’d unintentionally become my heart’s every desire. Now, what was I supposed to do knowing this?
I was brave enough to make them a proposition—confident in myself and what I needed as well as what I could provide. But I didn’t know if their egos would survive my proposal. And I didn’t want it to kill our friendship. However, I was ready to break free, and gone were the days of me holding myself back.
Coming soon. Pre-order a signed paperback copy HERE.
WHY IS THIS TAKING SO LONG!!!!??? I WANT IT NOW (in my two year old temple tantrum voice😩😫😠)
Betty Bowles says
Oh my…… I can’t wait to read this…Stop
I am so ready for this story. I feel for her in the first story now I am glad she has her own story. So ready for this book.
KISSA HARDEN says
Yes I feel like this is going to be so hot and delicious. Can’t wait for this adventure to begin!!
Damn!😜 Ready, ready, ready!!!!!!!
RAmona Gains says
I need a kindle or audible copy ASAP
Whew Chile, this one is gonna be for the record books. I just want to know who is gonna steal her heart…
“Are we there yet? How much longer?” 😭
Paula Rector Davis says
Can’t wait! This is going to be good.
Helen P. Woodard says
I would love to have a kindle copy of this book. I have read the other books about The Den.
Jackie Herring-Green says
Lord! I can’t wait! Stephanie this book is about to be 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥