Jack has a problem. He just awoke after a night of wild sex...with a man. His libido is on the rampage and threatens his dream of an NFL career. Desperate for a solution, he turns to Tawny, the love of his life, and asks her to become his wife and his Mistress--to curb and control his overactive sex drive.
Though leery of the BDSM scene, Tawny agrees. Jack will become her sex slave and she'll keep him in chastity, his cock caged and totally hers to command. They relish their new roles. Jack's NFL career leads them to Rebels' Roost, a safe place where they can play out any BDSM fantasy they want and safely satisfy Jack's bisexual desires. They plan to introduce a permanent third into their sex games. But, does Jack still want that, or is Tawny's love all he really needs?
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from End Run by Ann Jacobs
What the fuck have I done? Jack Winters opened one bleary eye and glanced around, trying to get his bearings. The body sprawled on the bed beside him wasn't Tawny. It wasn't even one of the groupies who constantly threw themselves at him after home games. Fuck, this wasn't even a girl. It was the biggest homosexual in the fucking athletic dorm.
And this wasn't his room. Then it all started coming back to him. His pain from the shoulder he'd dislocated during practice yesterday and the team trainer had jerked back into place. His mistaken belief that a few beers over at the fraternity house would take care of the discomfort. The rage and the desire to hurt somebody hadn't dissipated once he'd gotten back here and tried to get some sleep. Jack recalled getting up and storming into Ted Grimsley's room, demanding that he turn down his goddamn stereo.
Jack jumped out of the bed so fast, he could have been shot out by a cannon. Fuck, he might as well have been shot clear to the fucking moon if anybody found out he'd spent time in Grimsley's room. It wasn't until he made his way down the pitch-black hallway and found his own room that he took in a deep breath and let himself think about what the hell he'd done.
Other than maybe throwing away his future.
He'd fucked Grimsley--literally--and he'd liked it. Didn't matter that the whole thing had started out with him tossing the little gymnast across the room and ordering him to shut off the heavy metal noise. He'd taken the fucker up on his offer to suck his cock. Oh God, he thought as events came rolling into focus in his brain. To his horror, Jack remembered putting on a condom and fucking Grimsley's ass before he'd passed out.
One thing. This whole fucking mess made him forget about how bad his shoulder hurt.
Jack had to go see Tawny. Thank God he'd persuaded her to transfer here, too. Before she'd arrived last fall, he'd been working his way through the female population at the university. That had stopped when she'd arrived, because he'd never really wanted another girl after he'd had her. He'd loved her since his junior year in high school, when she'd been a lowly freshman and his coach's only child. Maybe she'd be willing to take the new, terrifying sexual appetite that he'd apparently developed, under control as well.
He knew what he had to do. Now all he had to do was do it.
* * * * *
"Marry me. Now."
That wasn't the way Tawny had dreamed Jack would ask her to marry him. No bended knee. No ring. No romantic place she'd always remember, just the dinette table in the kitchen at her off-campus apartment. Worse, he didn't even look happy, sitting across the Formica-topped table from her, his big hands wrapped around the mug full of coffee she'd thought he needed, considering his bloodshot eyes and the pained look on his handsome face.
"Why now, baby?" She hadn't counted on a proposal--after all, Jack's parents didn't approve of their interracial relationship--but she certainly hadn't expected it now, when she was barely twenty to his nearly twenty-two. Sure, they'd talked about a future together, with him playing for an NFL team the way her dad had done, but that was for later, after they both earned their degrees. "What happened?"
"I fucked a guy."
What the hell? "Last night?" He'd begged off coming over because of his shoulder hurting. "You mean you stood me up for a guy?" Tawny wanted to get up and slap him, but the bleak expression on his face kept her in her seat. "Explain, if you can."
Haltingly, as though the shame of it practically had him paralyzed, Jack explained what had happened. "The rest is fuzzy," he concluded, "but I woke up next to him a few hours later. Fuck, I think I must have liked it.
"God, I'm sorry, baby. Sometimes the violence just builds up inside me and I can't control it. I've got a real problem controlling my sexual urges, but I'm not gay. I can't stand that little bastard, not that I give a shit about any guy who's dumb enough to--"
She laid a hand on his forearm. "Honey, stop it. We have plenty of gay friends here, and you know you're just acting like a dumbass jock right now because you're so rattled. You were attracted to him. You're attracted to me. You're bisexual, not gay. I've told you that for a while. I know with the way your parents are, hearing that scares you to death, but this is me you're with right now, not them. You don't have to prove you're a man to me." Pausing, she gave him an appraising look. "Believe me, baby, you've shown me how much you want me, plenty of times."
"Damn it, I love you, and I want to be faithful. I also want to have a career in the NFL that would make your daddy proud. You know what I did last night could ruin that if anybody saw me going or coming from Grimsley's room." He paused, and when he looked up at her, she saw tears streaming down his cheeks. "Help me."
"How?" As much as Tawny loved Jack, she couldn't figure how she could help him since he'd admitted to having fucked nearly every football groupie who'd offered him pussy, before she'd transferred to the university so she could be with him--and now he was telling her he'd discovered he was attracted to other men as well. "Even if I wanted to control you, I couldn't be with you 24/7."
"But you can. At least you can keep my cock under control. I played a little with BDSM last year. I want you to be my Mistress as well as my wife. I promise, I'll do anything you ask me to. Just don't let me ruin everything for us. Please."