This weekend we have the final visit from Australian author Bec Botefuhr, enjoy

For her final visit Bec has brought us a preview of Vengance Pirates 3

Jax has been gone only a mere few months after Jade’s devastating betrayal, and Jade doesn’t know how to cope. She will do anything for her family. She will do anything for her husband. She will fix it.

Just when things are looking up, Ben returns with Vengeance. He wants that treasure and he is willing to do whatever it takes to get it back. Jax and Jade have to make a choice, do they fight or run?

Jax’s instincts tell him to fight, he is a pirate, his family is in danger. Jade’s instincts tell her to run, she is afraid for her family, she wants to be freed of violence. When tragedy strikes, Jax and Jade will have to make the ultimate decision, do they fight as pirates or do they turn their backs?

“Jax!” I snap, and he finally rolls out.
When he sits up, he drops the spanner in his hand and hisses.
“I thought…” I purr. “You would like a going away present.”
He leans back on his elbows and gives me a hooded expression. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, and considering you run every time I look at you, I am going to make it painful.”
“Baby, I wasn’t…”
“Painful.” I cut in.
I look around the room and spot his stereo, my heart is thumping.
“Don’t move.” I say firmly, then walk over and flick on a song, a slow, sexy song.
“Jesus.” He moans when I turn and begin swaying my hips.
“Don’t…move.” I whisper, as I trail my fingers up my stomach.
“Kind of hard.” He pants.
“I want to see what it does to you Jax, I want you to touch yourself.”
His eyes widen, oh yes, Mr Watts looks shocked.
“Do it, or I walk out.”
I walk to the door and flick the lock, making sure no one can come in. My eyes travel over my husband on the floor, and all I can think is fuck. He is beautiful. He is panting and looking at me with such desire it nearly burns. His chest is heaving, his washboard abs are contracting.
“Jax, touch yourself.”
“Now.” I demand.
“Mate…you are killing me. I don’t want you to see me…”
“Come?” I cut in.
“Give a man some dignity.”
“Touch, or I leave. Let me help you out.”
 I sway my hips again, but this time I slide my hands over my breasts. Jax groans from the floor and his hand flinches, come on pirate, come on. I pinch my own nipple and moan; he does too.
“Now Jax.”
His hand slithers over his jeans and he undoes the top button. My heart kicks up a notch; this is erotic, so beautifully erotic. When he slides his hand in his jeans, I nearly pass out. The feeling is so sensual, so overwhelming. I am going to watch him make himself feel good, and that…oh that…is sexy. When he releases himself and wraps his hand around his erection, I whimper.
“Show me.” I say in a sultry voice.
He moves his hand and moans; I close my eyes as my body trembles. This is beyond hot. I slowly begin moving again, and not once do I take my eyes off his. He moves his hand slowly, his mouth opens slightly, and his eyes become hooded. His breathing is deepening, becoming shallow and fast. I touch my breast, and then slowly begin removing the teddy.
“Fuck.” He pants.
I drop the slinky material to the floor and run my hands over my front. He moans again and his hand moves faster. Oh yes. I put my fingers in my panties and begin a slow, seductive flick of my hips. Slowly, I slide them down until I am standing naked in front of him. He lets out a feral hiss and his hand moves even faster. I slowly move back up to stand, and then get an idea, I am squatting, and with a deep breath, I open my legs.
“Bloody…fuck.” Jax roars as he releases all over his own hand.
Oh…my…God. I am panting and watching him closely as he falls back against the wall. His head slants back and his chest is heaving with deep pants. I stand and slide my bottom up on a nearby bench. We aren’t done. His eyes rise to see me sitting on his work bench. He pulls himself to his feet and slowly walks over, flicking his own pleasure off his hand.
When he reaches me, he slides his finger into my mouth, and I moan. We have never behaved so badly before, and I love it. He grips my hair with his other hand and continues to push his fingers into my mouth. When he is satisfied, he pulls them out and slides them down between my legs, he doesn’t go gently; instead he thrusts his fingers inside me, and I open my mouth and groan.
“You are a bad little girl. It’s payback time.”
He grips my hand and puts it on his erection, hard again, very nice. He continues thrusting his fingers inside me, while forcing me to move my hand on him.
“Come, like you made me come.” He growls into my ear.
My breathing increases and pleasure shoots through me. I wrap my legs around him and he moves his fingers quicker.
“Jax…” I mewl.
“Come.” He hisses.
I moan again, and he slants his mouth over mine, driving his tongue in and causing me to explode around him. In seconds, before I even have time to process it, he is inside me, hard and fast. I grip his shoulders and he attaches his mouth to my neck and slams me with desperate need.
“Jax,” I whimper. “Jax.”
He is cursing and moaning into my ear, my legs are tightly wrapped around him, and my hands are supporting my body on the bench. He slides his mouth down to claim my nipple and bites down on it hard, I come again. He continues driving into me until I have released three times. He is sweating; his bronze skin is glistening. I trace my tongue over his shoulder, tasting the saltiness.
“You want me to come again?” He growls.
“Yes,” I pant.
“How much?”
“Please, please.”
He slams so hard the bench creaks, then his muscles bunch, and he roars a release, gripping my hips so hard it stings. When he finally slows, we are both covered in sweat. I can’t breathe properly, let alone talk. His green gaze meets mine, and I force out a weak smile.
“That. Was. Bad.” He breathes.
“You shouldn’t run from me.” I pant, leaning my head against the wall.
“I had plans, a nice evening…wine…roses, but no…you come in here dressed like that and un-man me.”
“You un-manned yourself.” I grin.
“There will be revenge for that, hard core revenge.”
I smile and kiss his hot, sweaty lips. He moans and deepens the kiss until we are deep in passion. I pull back, panting yet again.
“Stop, there is only so much I can take.” I whisper.
“I am done for an hour or so…”
I raise my eyebrows. “An hour or so?”
He gives me a wolfish grin. “Oh baby, that was just the beginning.”



“Travis.” I whisper, gripping his shoulders. “I am dark, I am no good for you. She is right about that.”

“Sometimes all darkness needs is a little of the right kinda light. I am your light Mischief.”

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