Matter Among Men
Jack Dawson is solid cowboy. He's built for a woman's indefinite pleasure
but only one cowgirl has his attention. His body indicates he can deliver on
any woman's fantasy but Darlene knows Dawson's type. They have tall hats,
big ideas and of course, they possess the grandest of them all. She's not
easily impressed until she comes face to face with a man who plans to ruin
her for another cowboy.
Jack and Darlene know one another from a past life but hard time and a
harder past have changed them both. When Jack shows up on Darlene's ranch,
he makes few bones about it. He's there to claim the woman he's supposed to
have, the land that belongs to him, and the life he's placed on hold for far
too long. And when he does—he'll make sure he has a damn good time doing it.
Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING
"I grew up
on a farm in Tennessee. I saw a lot of cattle shipped in and out on a daily
basis. I also came face to face with many handsome cowboys. Jack Dawson,
while a figment of my imagination, is the typical cowboy often found in the
hayfields of Tennessee on hot summer days. I hope you enjoy this story!"
~ Destiny ~
Cover Art by Jinger
A Matter Among Men
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4 Pixies: "Destiny Blaine
has done it again! What a wonderful story
A Matter Among Men is. I was sucked
in from the beginning and flipped pages as
fast as I could to find more about Darlene
and Jack. I loved Jack the first time I
was introduced to him. This man is
downright sexy, and cocky as hell, and it
made this story that much better. He knows
what he wants and that would be Darlene.
He has no problem with stepping all over
anyone to get her, especially her current
lover Finn. I hated Finn from the
beginning and I think he gets exactly what
he deserves. He’s the perfect bad guy and
a great way for Darlene to learn from her
I really felt connect with Darlene, she knows what she
wants at a young age, but isn’t going to
jump through hoops to get it. When her
world comes crashing down around her, she
does the best she can to get through. This
makes her a little prickly and not looking
for much, except a way to get off. Seeing
her and Jack together, is explosive! Ms.
Blaine has a way with her erotic scenes
that makes your body tingle. I also
enjoyed hearing Jack and Darlene recount
their stories, while they were away from
one another. It helps the readers identify
with these two characters and we see why
they turn out they way they do. Hey, if
you’re looking for an erotic romance that
will keep you excited and burning hot,
then A Matter Among Men, by Destiny
Blaine, is the story for you."
—Becky Gaede, Dark Angel Reviews
4 Cups: "A Matter Among
Men is highly erotic and burning in
heat. The sizzle is not only in the
bedroom, but in the middle of the conflict
between Finn and Jack. I thought Ms.
Blaine did an excellent job in the way she
describes the sisters and what has
transpired in their lives since their
parents deceased. The ordeal with Jack,
Finn, and Darlene is a nice twist in the
plot and one I never expected. This
scorching read simmers with hot erotic
pleasures at every turn. Both characters
have lost much, and the ache is deep. The
way Ms. Blaine allows the characters to
come to terms with events is wonderfully
—Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance
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Protesting wasn’t an option this time. What man with a hard dick
revealed and yeah, more than primed and ready, even considers
putting on the brakes? Not the one in front of me. As hard as he
looked, a distress signal would be needed, and even then, a
mayday wouldn’t stop a man with an agenda for spicy
He took my hand in his, and in the most erotic dance of an uninhibited
beginning, his lips trailed from my wrists to my elbow in slow
motion. I was most definitely caught up in the moment. I really
didn’t realize he had unzipped my pants or his hand had slowly
maneuvered my pants over hips and thighs. I didn’t pay much
attention until his palm cupped right underneath my intimate
space. He pulled away long enough to stare into my soul. Forget
my eyes, he bypassed them and went on a search for something
I swallowed hard. I wanted him to stop long enough to tell me more about
him. How he'd spent the last few years of his life. I wanted to
know why he'd taken so long to come home. I needed to understand
if he knew all there was to know about the agreement between his
father and mine. I wanted to find out, but with the look
plastered across his face, there wasn’t time now. No, not right
then. There would be plenty of time for all of it later. Right
now, his interests were somewhere far out of reach from the
pillow talk later.
His free hand worked my shirt over shoulders and head. By the time he
unhooked my bra, his palm shifted, the one he’d never bothered
to move, and his fingers locked into place with a somewhat
intimate dance he seemed perfectly capable of controlling.
Holding my lower back, he pressed his lips to mine before his foot
kicked my stance apart. His knee firmly kept me parted for
his pleasure. No, on second thought, the pending
gratification seemed mine to own.
Fingers plunged into my pussy with full contemplation. “Damn, baby,
you’re so wet— incredibly wet and soaking ready, aren’t ya?” His
words were smiled into my mouth. It was wicked, deplorable. I
I reached for him. Down his belly, my fingers moved fast until I had his
cock fisted, drawing him into a slow hand-job I wanted him to
His hips moved a little, giving a push and thrust of himself into the
palm I closed only tighter.
“Ah, baby. I’ve waited so long to hold you.” His words of truth were
either going to be the death of me—or the life. At the moment, I
wasn’t sure which and if I’d thought much about it, how willing
I was to be completely his, it would’ve stopped the hand
He parted my lips again by thrusting his tongue into my mouth with a
sweep of ecstasy. He tasted like peppermint and scotch. Divine,
manly, and yep, completely mine. I imagined he’d never kissed
anyone with so much passion. The kiss was something he mastered,
and in my mind, I knew there was a lot that went with a kiss
like his. I couldn’t wait to find out just how well he could do
the rest of it. Those thoughts scared the hell out of me. A man
who could kiss and fuck with restraint should be feared. A man
like Jack Dawson possessed the ability to strip a woman of her
senses and control her by seduction. I didn’t want to be one of
I spread out before him like I was begging for it. Maybe I was. He stood
over me, hovering for a minute. I fully expected him to lie on
the bed next to me, but a woman who presumes too much often gets
what she deserves.
I did—in a way.
He moved his hands over my thighs and hips before dragging my legs over
his shoulders. He slumped down beside the bed while his hands
moved under my ass, quickly raising me up to meet his lips.
“Sweet mercy hell.” I looked down between my legs and liked what I found
“Yes, I’ll take you there and back cause I promised you already.” He
made a few carnal sounds and dipped lower. “Baby, you’re
dripping…just waiting for me, aren’t you?” He taunted more with
kisses and those led him straight to the place I wanted him to
A truly skilled mouth covered me and he had a true desire. He wanted to
rid me of need but the lust fueled strong and once his tongue
reached inside, I never doubted his abilities. He could drive a
woman quickly to the other side, or at least, out of her
ordinary mind. I was that woman— his woman—at least for a little
He bit down on my clitoris and sucked gently before lapping at me like I
was the only seductress in the world with needs so close to his
own. He was talented in every way and hungry. Damn, if he wasn’t
begging to be fed. If he was thirsty, then he could drink from
me any day of the week.
The lapping and licking of sexual stimulation wasn’t enough. He had to
take. He wanted to satisfy, and he did. Man, did he ever.
“I can’t hold back,” I warned him before I lost it but I didn’t want him
to move. My hand went to his head and pulled through his waves,
bringing him closer, only pulling him tighter.
“Don’t you dare stop!” I yelled. I screamed and hell’s fury, I meant it.
He worked slower, completely circling me with a tongue driven to punish.
My hips rose higher and higher, yet he slowed the fuck down. His
tongue gave way with the flood of desire wracking my body. One
hand stayed in his hair and the other gripped, clawed even, the
sheets beneath us.
“Don’t, Dawson. Please don’t stop. More. Please. Oh hell, please give me
more.” I felt the surge of power go through my body, torturing
me with selective gratification at the same time he began again
with venomous licks. He understood what it took to make a woman
“Jack…Dawson!” I cried, wept even. I rode the tongue driving me to the
place I never wanted to stop finding. “Sweet mercy, baby. Sweet
“I’ll show you sweet mercy until you can’t find it anymore.” He rose
over me just when the last quiver subsided. His look of
undeniable lust was more powerful than I’d ever witnessed in a
I pressed my lips to his before he mounted me, falling right into an
age-old tempo every woman and man can seemingly find. Only, Jack
knew how to work it for greater appreciation.
He was demanding. “Move up.” My hips drove forward and then
instinctively, I scooted up closer to the headboard.
He was divine. “You’re beautiful, Darlene. Just tell me everything you
want in a man. What turns you on?” He really wanted to know.
He was able. “Feels so good, doesn’t it, baby. Doesn’t it?” His cock
found and stroked places I never knew a man could reach.
Damn if I could answer. Damn if he needed anything else to weigh in with
his ego—or his cock.
Rhythmic sliding and gliding drove me to the point of no return. Looking
into his eyes, I was lost to him, forever. He always had those
fiery but sensual looks about him. I could not tear myself away
from him, and in the moment, it seemed heavenly, almost like I’d
waited my entire life to be in his arms again. Maybe it was
possible. Maybe I’d saved a part of myself with the hope he
would one day return.
I nearly ran out of air with each caress. Each heavy beat of his dick
moving into me only made me wish, no pray, for more. “You’re so
damn big. Holy hell. You’re killing me here.”
“It’s okay, baby.” He pushed harder. “I’m there, baby. I’m already
buried deep inside. Feel me.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair
and wrapped it around his hand. His hips gave way, and he drove
into me in a frantic fury of need. The in-and-out moves seemed
to find a tempo and the beat sounded out on the mattress under
us and the headboard behind us.
His head bent down, and he bit at my nipple before going for a long,
succulent exploration, massaging me under a competent tongue.
Even with the pleasure, the pain existed. His cock retaliated
against me for some reason. Perhaps it penalized me for ever
being with anyone other than him.
I love you. I’ve always loved you. I wanted to tell him but
didn’t. It wasn’t possible to love someone presumed dead for so
A few more strokes and he pulled me up, yanked me, really, by the hair
and gawd how he held tightly. His cock had a motive, and he
explored it without apologies. Why bother. He was getting what
he wanted, and I planned to help him take it all.
My legs wrapped tighter around his waist. He continued to pound hard and
fast while looking into my eyes with true wanton satisfaction.
Finally, it was more than I could take. I closed my eyes, ready
to enjoy the place I’d almost reached again, with the pleasure
winning out over the pain his cock deliberately delivered.
“You look at me now.” He held me closer, tighter, and hell yeah, he
fucked harder. Desperation lingered there. He apparently wanted
no distance between us.
I couldn’t open my eyes. Not yet. I was there—damnation, ready or not,
it was time. The ripples came on slowly, but the waves. Damn if
those waves weren’t ready for us to take a willing ride.
His strokes came faster, pleading for more. His hips continued to rise
and fall over me. His grip on my hair and head moved to my neck.
“I said open your eyes, Darlene. Damn it. Now!” His demanding
voice gained him the respect he wanted.
I looked at him just in time to see the sweat bead over his brow and his
mouth twist in an expression of pure satisfaction.
“Say my name.”
“No, damn you! Say my name. Say it like you want more of me.”
In that moment I did. I truly wanted more than he would ever be able to
give, because I wanted to feel him in my soul—in the pit of my
gut, at the center of my universe. I wanted it like there wasn’t
another man who could deliver it.
“Jack! Please!” I would’ve been sarcastic as hell if only my orgasm
didn’t take me to a place like no other, but in the small window
of opportunity, I was all over him for another reason. Tugging
him closer, clawing at his back and ass. I wanted it more
than any woman should ever desire a man –or what a man can
offer. I truly desired the cock I couldn’t seem to handle but
couldn’t quite escape. “Jack, please! Faster! Damn you!”
SIREN SEX Rating
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand)
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN)
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
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