Steven Falcone aka Steve Vicious is the infamous Fallen Angels Drummer. He seems to have it all, money, a gorgeous wife, three beautiful daughters and a sexy live in girlfriend. He’s managed to take the open relationship mainstream in a world where it’s still very taboo.

The problem?

Steve wants something like monogamy again, but Kellie won’t give up her Dom and Steve’s feelings for lover Crystal are more than they should be. Can the trio make heads or tails of their relationship or will his marriage of sixteen years crumble at his feet?

*Erotic Themes

**Raw Language

*** Drug and Alcohol use

**** Trigger Warning: Sexy Beast Drummer

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Excerpt

Copyright © 2017 J. Haney & S.I. Hayes Tatted Up & Tied Down (A Sex, Drugs and Rock, Book 3)

I woke Steve up this morning, sucking his cock and fondling his balls. I hear him growling and trying to move his hands, but they are tied to the headboard. I smile and go back to sucking him into my mouth. I keep going until I can feel his body tensing, then I sit up on my knees and look at him.

Steve’s panting and pulling at the headboard. “Woman, if you don’t ride my cock right now I promise, I will be riding you in minutes.”

I grab my phone and take a picture, then smirk. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” he says and there’s a cracking noise, “I didn’t leave,” something snaps, “it on,” the entire bed shifts, “longer.” The bed drops and he’s on top of me.

I can’t help but laugh and Steve is too. He thrusts into me and ends up holding the bump. Between his thrusting and us laughing our asses off, the bump is all over the place. I can feel my walls tighten around Steve and the way he’s panting and grunting lets me know he’s close. I grab his face, pulling him to me. I need to kiss him and drown out the scream I know is coming. My orgasm bursts through and Steve swallows my scream.

Steve falls beside me and the other end of the bed hits the floor. Steve starts laughing. “Wait till I figure out what I’m doing to get you back.”

“That was pretty good, huh?”

“Yes, but this is better.”

“I can’t believe you broke the bed.”

“I can’t believe you tied me up. What did you expect me to do? Lay there and take it?”

“Well, kind of, that’s what you expect me to do.”

“Hmm, I’m gonna have to think about that,” Steve says as he heads to the shower.

“Hey, Beast, we need a new bed.”

“So order it and get what you want,” he yells from the bathroom.