Lust Knows No Boundaries [Sports Wives 2]
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by Destiny Blaine
Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica
Description: [BookStrand Menage and More #8: Contemporary Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Spousal Sharing] There's unconditional love and there's obsessive love. In a love triangle, sometimes there's a little of both--and it can complicate a marriage. Professional football player Corby Teller realizes he's losing his wife but he also knows if a man loves a woman, he doesn't set her free when she doesn't really want to go. Instead, he does everything in his power to make all of her dreams come true. Corby finds a way to ensure everything is perfect for the wife he plans to keep and it means sharing her with a man she has always loved. After Corby pushes Cassie back into Steve's arms, an earth-shattering event threatens to tear her world apart. Corby's smart enough to know if he doesn't allow Steve to keep his place in Cassie's life, he will lose her because of the history she shares with the first man she ever loved. [Contemporary Erotic Menage Romance: contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc./BookStrand Erotic, 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009
5 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [140 KB]
Reading time: 89-125 min.
"5 Kisses: Destiny Blaine writes a steamy sexy romance with a twist in Lust Knows No Boundaries. Just when you think you know what is going on, Destiny Blaine brings on the twist! Read Lust Knows No Boundaries and find a different kind of love awaiting you."--Tina, TwoLips Reviews
"4 Cherries: This second story in the series is better than anything your could see on television. Including the big game. No, you do not have to read the first book in the series to enjoy the second but I would highly recommend it just so that you get a better understanding of the players...All I can say is I loved this second book in the Sports Wives Series and recommend reading it instead of watching a game or soap on the television."--Whipped Cream Reviews
"4 Stars: Lust Knows No Boundaries is a hot read. Every woman should be as lucky as Cassie. Two men are in love with her and willing to meet her every need. Destiny Blaine is a talented author. Fans of romantic will enjoy Lust Knows No Boundarie."--Anne Boling, ReviewYourBook
I'm Cassie Teller. I love two men. They both know it. One is my husband and the other is my lifelong friend and bed buddy. Things really aren't as complicated as they seem. They're worse--much worse.
My husband is PFC Quarterback Corby Teller. The 'other' man in my life isn't a part of my world anymore and that's the cruelest factor of my reality. Steve was my best friend with explicit sexual benefits but he is also the father of my unborn child.
Unfortunately, even after Steve and I said 'I do' to other people we still found cause and reason to 'do' each other. Yes, I'm talking about the dirty deed--and what went on behind closed doors didn't go unnoticed.
Case in point, my untimely pregnancy.
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I threw down another smut-filled tabloid. "This is never going to go away." I played with the straw sticking out of my diet coke and stared straight ahead. "Are you listening to me?"
Suzy looked over at me with still eyes and a blank expression. "You know. I hate I'm in this situation. I really do. I'm Mark's wife. We're Corby's best friends." She let out a long sigh.
Leave it to Suzy to make this whole episode all about her. Of course, she made a valid point. She floated around at the core of my love triangle--and it was one that gained more attention than the Bermuda Triangle, only there was a significant problem with mine--Suzy and I couldn't disappear. The paparazzi refused to let us. We considered it the nature of the business. It came with the territory when a woman married a football player in the Professional Football Confederacy. When one of the PFC wives stepped out of line, the cameras were in place and they were most definitely rolling.
I walked over to the sink and looked out over the back lawn. "I know you have every reason to be mad at me. I understand."
"No, I don't think you do. That's something I need to clarify for you." Suzy tossed a newspaper aside before she flipped her gorgeous new red locks over her shoulder. Suzy's new hair color complimented her typical attitude--redhead or not, Suzy never ran from an opportunity to make a strong statement.
I knew what she felt compelled to tell me. I also realized my entire relationship with Steve, my part-time lover--as he was dubbed by the media--weighed heavy on her mind.
I saw Suzy four or five times a week. We became fast friends after I married her husband's best friend and I quickly understood her better than she knew herself. She tried to remain loyal to her husband and abide by his expectations but she thought of me as a close friend too. I think she cherished our friendship. Still, my actions on her so-called watch put her in the middle of a public fiasco. She didn't want to be there because she had her own load of dirty laundry. She didn't need mine too.
"Cassie, when we went to Cincinnati, I believe your mind was made up. Sure, the sudden ice storm made it a little easier for you and Steve to find your way back to one another but admit it, you left Cleveland knowing all along you were headed straight into Steve's arms. He was the only reason you wouldn't let Corby ship your stuff from Cincinnati." She took a drink of her cocktail and continued. "You knew what, or rather who, you were going to do before you left."
I wasn't going to confess anything. In the first place, it was hardly necessary. The story of my affair with Steve unfolded in front of God, the PFC, those who thought they were gods of the Professional Football Confederacy, the media, and yes ... pretty much the entire world. Suzy enjoyed front row seating and backstage passes.
I was painted as the gold-digging slut who married America's favorite quarterback only to rush right back to my old flame's bed. Some of the tabloids captured telling photographs. They told a graphic tale regardless of who chose to paint the larger picture. The headlines hit pretty close to home too.
Corby Teller's Wife Bends over for a Sure Thing or Corby Teller's Wife is Down on Her Knees kept the newsrooms across the globe busy. It spiraled out of control from there.
Suzy was right, my plans existed from the get-go. Evidently, the right reporters snooped in the appropriate places to ensure they were waiting at The Cincinnatian when we rolled into town for a girl's weekend. If the ice storm hadn't trapped Mandy and Steve at our hotel, it wouldn't have mattered, he would've found a way to catch me in a hallway somewhere and I wouldn't have denied him. I never turned sex with Steve down. No woman in her right mind ever turned him away.
"Cassie, look hon," Suzy began with her voice-of-reason act, "This was bad enough from the very beginning. What made matters worse was how you responded to it. You could've stayed silent rather than retaliated like you did."
"I wanted to protect Steve." I told her. "And Corby."
Suzy's eyes batted quickly as if she remained totally confused. "Excuse me?" She moved closer and I knew she wanted her voice to be heard when she changed her tone altogether. "Cassie, explain to me how it helped Corby or Steve when you went on Live Sports at Nine and told the reporter that not only did you drop to your knees but, yes, you did suck and you inhaled every inch!"
"I didn't put it like that."
"Would you like to see the tape?"
"I'm sure Corby has it." I sneered. It was something I wasn't in the dark about in the least. Every detail of my dirty little affair was documented in one way or another. My husband saved every piece of evidence just in case he ever needed to use it against me.
"You're missing the point," Suzy continued, "Cassie, we're vulnerable here. When you went home to pack up your belongings, the media was ready. You were the woman who landed the hottest man in professional football, never mind the wealthiest. I don't want to preach here, so help me I don't, but it's been several months and the press would move on if you would only play good little wife and refuse to comment now."
"It's tough. You don't understand what it feels like to have the media turn your life inside out and upside down over something so ... so.... personal."
Suzy's mouth dropped. "Well, it wouldn't have taken that turn if you weren't so hell bent to make a joke out of your intimate details. You decided to become the best comic-relief show in sports history. I mean, come on Cassie. When the newspapers ran that article from National about a sure thing, you could've let it slide."
"I did! I should have sued their ass."
"No, instead you embarrassed yourself and Corby."
"I did not. You obviously didn't listen to the ricochet of questioning. Someone asked me if I was a lonely housewife since Corby had such a hectic schedule and I tried to laugh it off.
"When that didn't work, I said, 'If that were true then what woman would blame me? Women are sexual creatures just like men. I don't know about you but if I'm going to bend over then I want the sure thing--the long shot might leave me in a compromising position with so many cameras around' and who could blame me for saying it? The creeps were everywhere with their cameras and microphones."
"Oh, for the love of God! Do you not see the problem with that statement?" Suzy opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something else and then she closed it again.
"No, I don't. If these people are going to pry, then they'd better be ready for my smart-ass replies. I'm not going to let them turn what Steve and I have, or once had, into something down and dirty. Furthermore, I refuse to let them tear my relationship with Corby apart. It's not going to happen."
"See, that's exactly what you are doing. You're allowing the media the opportunity to rip your marriage apart by leading you into saying things you shouldn't say."
"For starters, the snapshot of you with your hands on Steve's belt would've gotten a no-comment from me--but not you. No, you said if you were down on your knees at The Cincinnatian Hotel, it was a safe bet you weren't there to scrub the floors."
I snickered. "Yeah, that one was kind of off the wall. Oh Suzy, what can I say. I retaliated and I didn't do it in a way that I'm proud of but consider the history I have with Steve before you judge me. I'm not going to go around apologizing for the past we've shared. I hate this happened the way it did. I'm not happy you were involved but then again, Suzy be smart here. You were only invited because Corby feared this sort of thing might happen. He sent you to baby-sit me and bribed you with shopping."
"Yes and you made me look like I failed."
"And that's really what this is all about, isn't it?" I stared back at her then.
I decided to let her off the hook before she took an opportunity to answer. "Listen. You don't have to tell me anything. I know what I've done and I know where you stand. I'm okay with it." I gave her a sincere smile.
I patted my stomach and started to wonder why my belly wasn't beginning to take on the slightest pooch. I watched Suzy's eyes scour over me. I realized the thought of motherhood sent her flying in another direction. It wasn't a big secret that she thought I was totally nuts for wanting a child conceived from a very public affair.
Her jaw set as I patted my stomach and I wasn't surprised by her next confession. "Cassie, I told Mark everything." The act of betrayal seemed to flip off her tongue without one hint of regret.
I swallowed hard. I once hoped she might decide to leave some details out.
"Did you hear me?" She looked really disgusted with herself but I tried to focus on the words spoken. The tone used to deliver the ultimate double-cross among friends.
"Hell, I wasn't expecting the all or nothing confession." I turned my back to her as I tried to gain some measure of self-composure before I said anything more.
"I hate myself for doing it," she continued, "but Mark required it."
It was the icing needed to crumble the cake. "He required it?" I questioned.
"You know how he gets. Demanding and condescending as hell." She whined as she complained about her husband.
"Suzy, what I know is what you told me a long time ago. The guys on these teams stick together. They put girls like you and me out on the streets if we do things to embarrass them in public. I did exactly what you warned me about and I'm still here. I'm not sure why." I wasn't sure of anything anymore. Even with everything Corby and I seemed to go through, he didn't ask me to leave and instead he only held onto me tighter. "Now, if you've told Mark everything I've told you..."
She nodded too eagerly.
"Then I have to ask a thousand times, why Corby wants me here." Each time I tried to search for the answer, I came up with the same one. I didn't have a clue.
I waited for her response and that's when it hit me. Suzy wanted the truth to come out and she wanted it to be heard loud and clear. I quickly thought back to the day she'd told me about her infatuation with my husband. How he'd more or less regarded her as used merchandise. Could it be she played me from the very beginning? Sure--anything seemed possible.
She moved closer to me with her afternoon martini in hand. "You don't know why?" She took a sip before she answered her own question. "Because you're Cassie. You're the exception and not the rule. You're the chick who landed the most desirable man in the PFC and for some reason, no matter what you do, it's like Mark said..." She stopped herself from revealing hidden truths.
"Like Mark said? Finish what you were saying." I really didn't give a shit what Mark said, what I wanted to know was what Suzy thought. It would come out if she just kept talking. It always did.
"Never mind." She gulped her martini and then teased me. "Bet you miss these about right now."
"More than you know. What did Mark say?" Changing the subject didn't work with me.
"Hell Cassie, you have Corby right where you want him. If you were anyone else, you'd be out on your ass and so help me, we still can't figure out why you're here. Not that I'm complaining."
"I imagine you're not." I was the only woman Mark wanted his wife to befriend and the harder slap of reality happened to be a bit more realistic. None of the other wives in the Professional Football Confederacy liked Suzy, and for good reason.
She always searched for some additional attention and loved to find it from the other players. One or two of the wives accused her of getting into bed with their husbands on more than one occasion. Mark always defended her because I was always her alibi--even when I didn't know it.
Suzy shrugged. "You can get pissy with me if you want but the fact is, you screwed around and you were busted-publicly too, I might add. Which sucks, by the way." Her flip attitude never flew anywhere with me. We weren't dealing with a first class broad here and she was often the one to admit it.
"I suppose if you were in my position, you wouldn't have been caught with your thong around your ankles." I always suspected the rumors held some validity and the hot ones seemed to follow her around which is why I thought Suzy cheated on Mark. She never confessed to it. The woman was too smart and far too cautious.
Suzy trusted me to an extent and I often believed she wanted to share her secrets. I wouldn't tell her tales publicly and I wouldn't have shared the information with my husband because I tend to be loyal to my friends but that's not why she kept her distance. I believe in an eye for an eye and it's the very reason Suzy guarded her skeletons.
"You were too new to the scene. You didn't know that your every move might be captured on tape at any given time. I hate it for you. I do. But just because you made a seriously stupid mistake, don't expect me to wallow in the gutter with you. If you don't start playing your cards right now, you may end up there." Her hand rested too comfortably on her hip as she sipped her drink with swollen lips and eyes batting some measure of forced innocence. I wasn't captivated by them--something she'd never believe.
Besides, I translated everything she meant. Corby and I once enjoyed a very active sex life. Now, it was non-existent. Not that I blamed him. I looked like a bag of bones and soon I'd look like a scarecrow carrying around a pumpkin. Not the sexiest of women and I was reminded of it when I caught Corby looking at Playboy magazine--day in and day out. Something he never did prior to my pregnancy and a fact he often brought to my attention.
Suzy propped up on her elbows and leaned over the counter. "Tell me something. Do you love Corby?"
My eyes watered and I dabbed at the corners of them. "Yes. I do." Emotions ran rampant the closer I came to my due date and unfortunately, it was still months ahead instead of the day after tomorrow.
"Do you love what's his name?" She knew his damn name. Everyone in the country knew it after the media made him public enemy number one.
"Yes, him." She acted disgusted as she waved a dismissive hand. She actually liked Steve and I think she liked him a little too much.
"I guess I'll always love him." My senses came alive with the acknowledgement.
"Who?" Corby's voice filled the room as he strolled in with the daily reminders of my infidelity.
"You tiger." Suzy covered for me. This time.
Corby walked over to the table, dropped another run of tabloids into the center and turned around to kiss me on the cheek. "Hope so. Is that the truth or are you just telling my best friend's wife what she wants to hear?"
"It's the truth." I locked eyes with Suzy.
She moved her hand back and forth as if to say, this was a freebie all on her. What a pal. Now, I owed her one.
"What's for dinner?" Corby looked at me and then Suzy.
"Don't look at me." Suzy laughed before she added, "You better hang on tight to her. She's at least unpacked you guys. Mark is still digging into boxes trying to find this or that. I told him I didn't do the moving thing well. I think he wants to wife swap for a day to see if Cassie can get our place in order as well as she brought this one together."
"I don't plan to let her go." He grinned at me before swatting me on the ass. I think it was the first time his palm touched my backside since before the whole ordeal with me and Steve made headline news. I nearly froze under his touch.
"Ditto." I shot back in a playful attempt to respond to the flirtation. He was lucky I didn't simply bend over and shake it too. Yes, I missed his attention.
He began to look around in the refrigerator. "You know, I'm beginning to believe you need your own room over here." He turned around and nodded toward the door. "I just dropped your husband off if you want to go join him for a swim. That's what he said he had in mind."
Suzy jumped down off the bar stool. "Okay you two. The heat is rising here. I think the hormones are raging or something. I can take a hint. I'll go."
"Who was hinting?" Corby laughed. "I all but told you to either move in or move the hell on and I'm pretty direct when it comes to finding time alone with my wife."
I was stunned. Alone time with Corby sounded like heaven right now.
Suzy called over her shoulder as Corby placed his hand on her back and ushered her to the door. "You two have fun cooking."
"We'll at least have something to cook. If you need help unpacking, call me tomorrow. I know Mark is ready to find your playthings!"
"Mark nothing! Do you know how bad I miss my dildo?" She laughed as Corby gave her a final push out the door.
I moved the stack of newspapers and magazines off the kitchen table. Out of sight and out of mind. At least, I hoped for as much.
"What did you do with the papers I brought in?" He questioned me as soon as he rejoined me in the kitchen. His rugged good looks were beginning to undo the best of my intentions and I didn't want to talk about my affair with Steve.
Several weeks ago I agreed that I wouldn't push him but looking at him then, forced seduction came to mind. His jet black hair was ultra-shiny and set off his emerald green eyes. Everything about his six-foot-three frame called out to me with the most carnal intentions.
"Corby, can't we just have one day without starting our afternoon with smut and lies?"
"Those reports aren't all lies and you know it." He snapped.
"Do we have to do this?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so." His eyes darkened and he moved away from me.
"Okay fine. Have it your way." I grabbed the new stack from under the cabinet and scattered them across the countertop. "Go ahead, there they are. Get your jollies. I've had enough of it. This really isn't going to work." I slammed my palm down on the table and glared at him.
"The hell it isn't." He leaned over the table. We were nose to nose. "What are you going to do, Cassie? Walk out on me?" Venom drove the question but his upper jaw twitched and he quickly looked away. I knew Corby Teller and he wasn't going to let me skip out on him because he wasn't going to quit on me. We weren't quitters. We fought things out if we needed to but we did not quit on those we cared about.
I took a deep breath and slowly released it. "Corby, I can't ... I can't do this anymore." I was playing the card I held--pity. It sucked but it was the last card I squeezed tightly in my hand.
"You can't or you won't?" He fired back.
I felt my lips tighten and about the same time, my jaw set. "Fine. I won't. How's that?"
"You don't have a choice now Cassie. You're six months away from delivering a baby. Now, you don't get to go back and make a decision about things. You just have to get along with me until we can go back to the way things were."
"What do you mean the way things were? Things will never be the way they were."
He quickly moved closer to me and his gaze gave the warning. He didn't want to hear Steve's name. "You know what I mean." He kissed me softly on the lips. "I mean everything. You, me and the life we were living before you went off and decided to get knocked up. That life. The way we were supposed to be and will be again."
"You wanted a baby." I reminded him of another time in our marriage when pregnancy seemed to be an exciting topic and why I didn't keep my mouth shut was the fifty million dollar question.
"I wanted my baby. Not another..." He stopped himself and I saw the hurt flash across his face.
"Corby, please don't do this to us."
A burning glare warned of retaliation. "Don't do what to us?" His eyes locked in on my stomach for a number of seconds. "From what I can see, the damage is done. We just have to find a way to work around these minor ... complications."
"What would you call it?"
I didn't know. I moved onto a suggestion. "Why don't you start by holding me again?" I needed some kind of human interaction.
I reached for him and he moved away. "Don't ... Please don't go."
He kept his back to me and quickly shrugged off my attempted touch. "I remember asking you for the same consideration. Remember?"
I did. He wanted to send for my things in Cincinnati. He realized if I met up with Steve, I'd end up in his bed again. We were both right.
"You went anyway."
I nodded behind his back. What else does a woman do on the rare occasion when her husband is right? Corby hit the nail right-on. I went back home without any respect for his feelings. The whole time I realized, I was headed back into the arms of the man I left behind.
"I ... don't know what to say." I really didn't have any excuses or answers.
"You don't have to say anything. Like I said, the damage is done. We'll work on rebuilding our life after you pop out that watermelon you're carrying around as a constant daily reminder of your affair." He walked into his office and slammed the door.
I immediately looked down at my flat stomach. "What watermelon?" When I didn't see the evidence he referred to, I gasped with acknowledgement. If he looked at me and saw a daily reminder of my affair, what would happen when the child I was carrying was born? Would he then resent me more or worse--would he hold my affair against a small helpless baby? I refused to think about it, but the answer lingered in the air and it nearly suffocated me.
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