What’s sexy about class warfare?
Funny question. I asked myself the same thing. With my eyes usually glued to either the cable news or sexy action dramas like Spartacus (talk about class warfare) my two interests, politics and erotica were bound to merge.
I’ve done it before; combined politics and sex in an erotic plot. My story Hypocrites in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s anthology Irresistible tells of a kinky Senator whose desire to indulge his wife’s appetite for more and more playmates in their bed lands him on live TV in front of a blustery mob of constituents he’s forced to answer to.
But Double Take is a bit different. This story takes a political theme, like social justice and mixes it up with the idea of self-identity in a world where your employment status determines whether you think you have rights or if you know outright that you’re screwed. I sought to ask the question, what defines a person? Their job? Their relationships? Their physical characteristics? The question became are we a result of our own definition of ourselves or that what people insist we are. Deep, I know. As I was conjuring the plot, I spent a lot of time wondering about how I might react if placed at the mercy of an evil corporation as they controlled every aspect of my life.
You might wonder if this book is hot or heady. Double Take is an erotic romance first and foremost. Hot hunks you ask? Check. When I first started working on the storyline for this novel, I was focused on the theme men of mystery. I loved the idea of a strong hero character; brooding and guarded who only needed to meet the right woman to open up to. Then I realized the only thing better than one mysterious man is two, and so the Davies twins were born.
Brooding and serious twins cloaked in mystery was a start, but I wanted breakneck action and a message that ran like an undercurrent through the plot. I wanted grit and nothing is more gritty than a good fight. One way or another, the masses will overcome the powerful. The Davies twins are hell bent on making it happen; the kind of deliciously hot manly men that do what they say they’re going to do. No bullshit, no misunderstandings. As far as I’m concerned, any man that fights hard loves hard.
So is class warfare, sexy? You be the judge.
Excerpt from Double Take, copyright Alyssa Turner:
Pryor reappeared at the threshold to the bedroom. “Ah yes, she’s feeling better now, isn’t she?” he crooned, sounding pleased. “Bath’s ready.”
Ready. That was the operative word.
Shannon tossed her head in his direction, feeling surprisingly sure of what she wanted. While Tristan slathered her in sweetness, his brother relished challenging her with his own brand of controlled subtlety. Pryor had curled her toes from the very first moments in her office. Super confident, just short of cocky, she felt like a kitten ever seeking the bowl of milk he placed at his feet.
“Coming, Pryor,” she called. He stood there with arms folded, all six feet two inches of him waiting expectantly. Shannon thought he couldn’t look any more irresistible, and the way he summonsed her just made her want to do his bidding.
Tristan held his hand out and she took it, allowing him to pull her from the chair. He led, she followed. As they passed through the doorway, she took a handful of Pryor’s shirt, calling him behind her. With a wicked grin, he grabbed her wrist, shaking his head slowly and bringing her fingers to his mouth instead, making it perfectly clear that in his bedroom she didn’t call the shots. She watched them lock gazes for a moment, the twins communicating with matching blue eyes. Tristan’s hands dropped to the hem of her sweatshirt hanging just past her butt and they disappeared underneath, while Pryor dragged firm fingers down her leg, pulling one sock and then the other from her pointed toes.
Her pussy throbbed with the promises their fingers whispered to her skin. They danced among her open pores, tensing her muscles with attempts to reach for more of their touch. Fingers that had probably taught more than a few knuckled lessons from the end of their fists ran over her body like languid drips of nectar from a juicy peach.
Shannon shuddered through a ragged sigh. “Maybe…I could skip the bath and we could go straight to bed.”
Pryor looked up at her from below, cupping his hands around her foot and kissing her ankle. “No rush, we have all night.” Just the way he said it gave her reason to be patient.
Tristan pushed his palms flat against her ribs and snaked into her sleeves, lifting her sweatshirt over her head, leaving her in just a purple lace bra and thong. She watched Pryor’s reaction, the need rise in his eyes. The sudden chill of air on her bare skin was instantly erased as he enveloped her with hands seeking all of her at once. Tristan tossed the shirt to the floor and claimed her hips at the thin strips of fabric there. From behind, his tongue entertained the small space next to her ear that she never knew was so sensitive. She rose on tiptoes and draped her head back over his shoulder. Tristan gripped her jaw and pulled it toward his mouth. There she found out just how intoxicating strength mixing with tenderness could be. He bit her lip through a growl, tempting her with the allure of his rugged ways. A sharp bite followed by liquid sweetness in the twirls of his tongue that made her knees weak.
Pryor rose up in front of her and sank his lips onto her neck, starting there and blazing a wet trail downward, over her collarbone, round the lacey edge of her bra, and across her fluttering belly. Then, without a skip of his hungry mouth, he slid her thong down to her ankles as he balanced on his haunches once again.
His hands reached firmly around her hips and now his lips lingered at her newly exposed sex. Shannon felt a silky drop escape from her depths, revealing the wild cauldron of desire bubbling inside her. Pryor’s warm puffs of breath on her nearly hairless pussy made her whimper against Tristan’s mouth. With a final peck, Tristan released her from his kiss and allowed her to gaze down on his brother’s extended tongue catching the dew from the tip of her clit.
The tease nearly crippled her. Tristan held her steady against him, saving her from buckling legs.
“Pry, take it easy. We promised her a nice long bath,” Tristan murmured against her earlobe as he unhooked her bra.
“That we did,” Pryor agreed and kissed the inside of Shannon’s thigh. “But she looks like she wants company.”
Shannon stood nude between them, anticipation ringing like an alarm clock between her legs while they toyed with her. Separately her attraction for each of them was almost unmanageable. Together their influence on her was all consuming. Nothing else mattered more at that moment than the knowledge of Tristan’s mouth wandering back to hers while Pryor rubbed his thumb against her bud. Hell yes she wanted company. Shannon wanted to be in between them for as long as possible. Forever if she could somehow manage to freeze time. Maybe that wasn’t too much to ask. After all, she was entering a realm of pleasure that no mere mortal ought to have a right to experience.
“How dirty do you think I am?” Shannon asked playfully in an attempt to mask her desperation.
Pryor stood up and raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Let’s find out,” he answered.
She watched keenly as they undressed. Pryor stripped away his sleeveless undershirt to reveal that the tattoo on his arm continued around his shoulder and down his side. Shannon thought to ask him about it, but later. Now she was only concerned with getting their clothes off as fast as humanly possible. Tristan unbuttoned his field shirt and Shannon helped him with his belt. Her fingers stumbled over the metal latch and she was suddenly giddy with excitement. She couldn’t wait to have him. She couldn’t wait to have either of them. The twins were as perfectly formed as she could have wished for. Unleashed in full arousal, two of the most delicious cocks wept for her at once.
Pryor stepped into the water first and turned on the jets. Warm water churned violently, like the rush of adrenaline stampeding through her veins. He reached out and grabbed her hand, toppling her onto him with a splash. Shannon burst out with an exhilarated giggle only to be silenced by his demanding tongue.
She straddled him and his cock pressed firmly within her delicate folds while his fingers sank deep into the flesh of her ass, rocking her back and forth over the length of it. The need was rampant in her womb. She whipped her hips faster, working to bury his swelling bulb into her slickened cunt. It was a start.
Pryor grinned. She could feel his lips stretch over his teeth inside their kiss. “You need to slow down there, darling. All night, remember?”
Shannon’s voice cracked with frustration. “Oh fuck, I’m going out of my mind. I need… Please… ” She cast her hands onto his brother’s thigh as he stood over them at the edge of the tub. “Tristan?”
He bent down and cupped her cheek. “Shhhh, baby. We’re going to take our time with you.”
A chill shimmied down her spine at the sound of Tristan’s heavy whisper. She opened her mouth, her tongue reaching for his cock as it bounced rigid and ready in her face. He allowed it to rest on the surface, sliding the head gently into her wet warmth. Shannon sucked him in, delighting in his taste, knowing the truth of his flavor after only imagining for so long. He slid his other hand onto her face and pushed slowly to the back of her throat and pulled out again.
Just one stroke. Shannon’s back straightened. “Later, I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours, I promise,” he said. “Right now, we get to make you ours.” She wondered what that meant. Theirs? Could she be any more theirs? The only two men to consume her thoughts, to make her dizzy in their presence—she couldn’t imagine them having any more of her.
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