IT'S NATIONAL ORGASM DAY!!! To celebrate, here is the beloved van scene from PLAY WITH ME! :)

“Who called them?” Natalie asks and points a drunk finger toward the door. We follow her manicured hand to find Caleb and Matt sauntering to us, trying not to smile.

Gosh, the Mungumrys are pretty.

“We don’t want to go home yet.” Jules pouts.

“The bar is trying to close, Jules,” Matt tells her. “We need to start taking you guys home.”

“I’ll call Nate and have him pay them to stay open longer,” Jules reaches for her phone, but Matt just laughs at her.

“Uh, Jules, it’s against the law for them to stay open any later than this.”

“Well, shit,” Sam mutters.

“Yeah, shit,” I mutter in agreement. “Okay, let’s go.” We all slam our last shot, grab our bags and head toward the door.

Thank goodness my feet are still intact this time.

“I’m gonna go get some orgasms!” Natalie announces to all of us as we stand on the sidewalk and wait for Caleb to bring the car around.

I grin and raise my fist to bump hers. “Hey! I can get some this time too! Wait.” I turn my blurry eyes to Matt. “Did Will get home?”

Will had to travel to New York this weekend for an away game. I hate it when he’s gone.

“Yes, he’s waiting for you at home,” Matt replies with a half-smile.

“Good! Orgasms for me!” The girls all laugh and high five each other, half of us missing the others hands in our drunken stupor.

Caleb pulls up to the curb in a mini-van that he must have borrowed from someone to cart us all around in. He hops out of the drivers’ seat to help Matt get us all in and settled, then Matt gets in the drivers’ seat and Caleb in the passenger seat.

“I need orgasms,” Brynna pouts. She is hilarious drunk. This dark haired woman is a vixen when given some liquid courage.

“That one guy who was dancing with you would have given you some,” I remark with a smirk and Caleb’s head whips around to glare at us.

“What man?” he asks, his voice low and hard.

“Just some dude who wanted to get his groove on,” Natalie responds. “And by groove, I mean giving Bryn some orgasms.”

We all laugh, like that’s the funniest thing we’ve ever heard. ‘Cause it is.

“Hey, are you guys good at giving orgasms?” I ask the brothers and then smirk when Matt shakes his head ruefully and Caleb puts his hand over his eyes, trying to hold onto his patience. “I bet you are. I bet it’s ‘netic, ‘cause Will can give some fucking good orgasms.”

“I want some rough sex,” Sam responds. “I like to be spanked.”

“Seriously?” Brynna asks, her eyes wide.

“Haven’t you ever been spanked?” Sam asks her, and Brynna shakes her head no.

Hmm… I think I’ll have Will spank me tonight.

“It’s totally hot,” Sam tells her and we all nod in agreement. Matt shakes his head again as we turn a corner.

“What’s wrong, Matt?”

“Must you guys talk about sex?” he asks. “I’m related to most of you.”

“What’s wrong, you don’t like it rough?” Brynna asks with a smirk.

Because I’m sitting right behind him, I hear him mumble, “You have no idea how rough I like it.”

“Dude,” Caleb scolds him. “Shut it.”

“What? They’re talking about it.”

“Yeah! I need to get laid,” Brynna mumbles again. “Seriously guys. Like laid for days. Like, we just do it over and over and over…”

“Enough!” Caleb yells, startling all of us.

Matt laughs at him as we all look at each other.

“I think Caleb needs to get laid too,” Jules remarks with a smug smile. “Nat, how do you spell orgasm?” she asks, her face practically pressed to the screen of her phone.

“You don’t spell it, you feel it.”

“No, I’m texting Nate and I’m gunna tell him I need some.”

“I think he knows,” I tell her. Well, the one on the right. There are three of her. “Nate looks like he gives really good orgasms.”

“Oh, he seriously does. I never realized what that apa could do until I met him.” She’s nodding and texting and I’m stunned.

“He’s pierced?” I squeak.

“Yep.”

“Holy shit!”

“No way!”

“Why?!”

All the girls are stunned, throwing questions out at once, but I’m speechless. Holy shit. He’s pierced.

Lucky Jules.

“I wonder if Will would get pierced?” I ask the van at-large, but both Matt and Caleb respond with a loud, “No!”

Suddenly, Caleb’s phone is ringing. “Hey, man.”

“Who is that?” Jules asks.

“Yeah, we have them and we’re on the way to your place first.” Caleb says as he looks back at Nat, who is curled in a little ball with a grin on her pretty face.

“Are you thinking about orgasms?” I ask her.

“Mmm hmm.” She confirms. “Luke’s good at them too.”

Lucky bitch.

We’re all lucky bitches.

Well, those of us getting orgasms.

“Luke’s waiting for you, Nat.” Caleb tells her as he hangs up the phone.

“I know,” she smiles.

“There is no one at home to smack my ass,” Sam remarks darkly, a scowl on her beautiful face.

“You should have picked someone up at the bar,” Jules replies. “Nat, how do you spell pussy?”

Matt chokes on the soda he was drinking. “Seriously, Jules, shut up! You’re my sister!”

“Oh, stop. I’m a grown up. I’ve been having sex for more than a decade.” She waves him off. “Meg, how do you spell cock?”

“I don’t know,” I wrinkle my forehead in thought. All my words are gone. “Shit, I have ‘nesia!”

“Shit,” Brynna replies. “I think you spell it c-o-c-k. But you’re not supposed to spell it, Jules, you’re supposed to suck it.”

“Sonofabitch,” Caleb mutters and answers his ringing phone. “Hi Will. I sound like this because these drunker than fuck women won’t stop talking about sex…”

I rip the phone out of his hand. “Hey, sssssexy football player.”

“Hi, honey. Are you having fun?”

God, his voice is hot.

“Yeah. I want orgasms. I get to have them this time, right?”

He laughs in my ear and I smile. “As long as you don’t throw up, yes.”

“I won’t throw up,” I frown. “I want you to smack my ass. Sam reminded me that I like that. But I have ‘nesia ‘cause I can’t remember how to spell pussy.”

“Uh, Meg, my brothers are right there.”

“I know your brothers are right here!” I roll my eyes and giggle.

“They’re my brothers too!” Jules yells at him.

“Jesus, you guys got really drunk.” Will chuckles.

“Well, yeah. It’s a bitcherlet party, Will.” I squirm in my seat. “Now, as I was saying. You know where I have my clit…” Before I can say another word, Caleb takes the phone back, scowling at me.

“Dude, what is up with all these horny women?” he asks Will.

“Hey! I wasn’t done!”

“Meg,” Jules peers over at me. “My brothers don’t want to know that you have your clit pierced.”

I hear Will yelling on the phone, even over the girls gasps, and then Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Yes, she told.”

Matt glances at me in the rearview and I shrug. “What?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Nothing.”

“Hey, it makes things interesting.”

We pull up to Nat’s house, and Luke comes out to gather his girl. He smiles sweetly at her as he lifts her out of the van.

“Welcome home, baby.”

“Hi, handsome.” She cups his face in her hands and kisses him deeply as he carries her inside and waves back at us.

“Orgasms,” Brynna sighs and sits back in her seat.

Next stop is Nat and Jules’ old house where Brynna and her girls have been living for the past few months. Brynna steps out of the van, but stumbles, and Caleb easily lifts her in his arms and smiles down at her as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“You don’t have to carry me,” she murmurs to him as he walks to her front door.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he mumbles back and I sigh. Gosh, he’s sweet. All the guys are so sweet.

“I like sweet guys,” I announce.

“Why?” Jules asks.

“I dunno.” I frown and think about it. “They taste good.”

Sam nods in agreement. “They do. But they taste good when they’re naughty too.”

“Oh, yeah.” I remember. “Okay. I like sweet, naughty guys.”

Caleb climbs back in and we take Sam home. “You okay?” Matt asks her as she climbs out of the van.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I have to go call Brandon.”

“Who’s Brandon?” Jules asks.

“Fuck buddy. I need to be spanked. ‘Night all!” And with that she disappears into her downtown apartment building.

“Atta girl!” I yell at her. “You go get some.”

Jules smirks and looks over at me. “I’m so glad we did this.”

“So fun,” I agree.

“We’ll do it again when you get married.”

I frown at her and shake my head. “Not getting married.”

“Why?”

“Will will leave me before that.” I shrug and sigh. “But I’ll enjoy him for now.”

I look up to find Caleb and Jules both scowling at me, and Matt eyeing me again in the mirror.

“What?”

“Why would he leave you?” Caleb asks quietly.

“They always leave.”

“Who?” Matt asks.

“People I love.” I sigh again and look at Jules who is watching me with understanding eyes. She and Nat are the only ones who really know. “I can’t tell him, Jules. If I tell him I love him, he’ll go.”

“No he won’t, sweetie.” She squeezes my hand and then grins. “He’ll fuck the shit out of you.”

“No he won’t.” I shake my head. “He says he never fucks me. Even when he fucks me.”

“What does that mean?” she asks with a frown as the guys up front share a glance.

“I dunno.” We pull up to Jules’ building. “Go get your apagasms.”

“Okay.” She smiles widely at the tall, devastatingly handsome man walking out to the curb to claim her. “See you Saturday.”

Nate lifts her in his arms and waves at us before carrying her back inside out of the cold. They’re so pretty together. Their babies will be knock outs.

I snort.

Knock outs. Nate used to fight. Why this is so funny to me, I’m not sure, other than it’s still the alcohol talking.

I must fall asleep because suddenly the van door opens again and Will leans in, smiling gently at me. “Hey, lazy girl. Let’s get you inside.”

He lifts me easily out of the van and I wrap myself around him, so happy to be cradled in his strong arms.

“Thanks guys. Have a good night.”

“No problem, man. Good luck with her.”

My eyes are closed, but I can hear Caleb’s grin.

“Good night, boys. Go find some orgasms,” I instruct them and can’t help but smile at their laughter.

I love these guys.

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SAFE WITH ME excerpt for July!

First, I have to say thank you. Thank you for continuing to be patient and supportive in your wait for Caleb and Brynna's story. I promise you, it will be worth the wait!

As a thank you, I've decided to give you three long excerpts between now and release day, September 24th.

This is the first. I hope you enjoy it! As always, this may be altered or deleted prior to publication and is intended for adult readers.

Happy reading!

“I don’t know about this,” I mutter and watch as Caleb pushes a clip into his handgun with a loud snick.

“You need to learn,” he reminds me for the thousandth time since we left the post office and he told me we were coming to the shooting range.

“Why? I don’t like the idea of having a gun in the house with the girls.”

“The girls won’t be shooting it.” He passes me a pair of clear shooting glasses and a set of earmuffs.

“Caleb, accidents happen.”

“Number one,” he begins, his voice hard, jaw locked and eyes cold. He’s in military mode.

It’s fucking scary.

“Any weapon in your house will either be on our person or locked away. The girls will never have an opportunity to have an accident.” He cocks an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to respond.

I’ll be damned if I will say yes, sir.

“Okay,” I respond and lift my chin.

His lips twitch before he continues.

“Number two, you need to learn this so you can protect yourself. The people who may or may not be looking for you are dangerous, and they will have firearms. Your screwdriver can’t compete with that.”

“Hey,” I begin, but he cuts me off.

“And number three,” he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Don’t be a pussy.”

That does it. Just like that, I’m fucking pissed as hell.

Pussy? I’m no damn pussy.

I narrow my eyes at him and push my face up to his. “Bring it on, sailor.”

“Good girl,” he mutters and grins down at me proudly. “Have you ever held a handgun before?”

“No.”

“Okay.” He holds it up for me to inspect. “This is the safety. It’s off because we’re about to shoot it.” He grins at me and I can tell he loves this. “This clip has ten rounds in it. I have four more with me.”

“Got it,” I nod, staring at the black weapon in his hands.

“Do you want me to go first?” he asks.

“Yes, please.”

He nods, pushes his own glasses onto his face and sets his target. I glance around the range and take in the smell of gunpowder and male sweat. It’s deserted right now, in the middle of a weekday. We are at the farthest window down, and are completely alone.

And Caleb is completely in his element.

“Stand back just a bit. I don’t want one of these hot shells to hit you when it comes out of the pistol.”

“Got it.” I take my place, and when he’s satisfied that I’m safe from getting hit, he turns to the target, raises the gun in both hands, his arms extended and muscles completely flexed and takes his first shot.

And I’m immediately wet and panting.

For the love of all that’s holy this man is pure, unadulterated sex on a fucking stick.

He squeezes the trigger slowly for a couple of shots, and then empties the clip quickly, not taking his eyes off the target.

When he looks back at me, he smiles smugly and pulls his target to him.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Fine.” I clear my throat and feel my eyes widen when his target approaches. There is a huge hole where the chest was and another in the top of the head. “Nice shot.”

He shrugs and replaces the target with a fresh one and sends it out. “Your turn.”

“Maybe you should take another turn,” I mention, trying to keep my voice light. I’m suddenly nervous as hell.

“Pussy,” he whispers and laughs when I glare at him. He pulls out the empty clip and hands me a new, loaded one and the gun. “Load your clip.”

I do, clumsily.

“Relax, baby, you’ll get the hang of it. You just need practice.”

My heart stutters at baby.

“Now, face the target. Feel the weapon in your hands, Bryn. It’s heavy. When it fires, it’s going to have a bit of a recoil.”

“Oh, goody,” I murmur.

“You’ll be fine.”

I face the target and stare down at the weapon in my hand. How did I get here? How did my life come to this?

“Raise the gun.”

I follow his order and stare hard at the target roughly twenty yards from me.

I squeeze the trigger and the first shot recoils harder than I expected, making me jump.

“Easy,” Caleb murmurs behind me.

“I’m fine.” Maybe if I keep saying it I’ll start to believe it myself.

He moves up behind me and nudges my legs apart. “Widen your stance for balance.”

I fire again, and my blood thickens as adrenaline pumps hard and fast through me.

It doesn’t take a Navy SEAL to figure out how to line up the sights, and I squeeze the trigger, again and again, my body taught with aggression that I didn’t even know I’d been holding.

Shooting is great therapy.

When my clip is empty, Caleb wordlessly shows me how to switch it out, and I continue to throw the bullets down the range, clip after clip, until all four are spent.

I set the heavy gun on the shelf, pull my goggles and earmuffs off and step back. I have to lock my knees because my legs feel like Jell-O and I’m afraid I’ll fall. My arms are humming, I’m panting, and I swear to God, I could run a marathon.

Suddenly, Caleb steps up behind me and presses the button to bring the target back to us.

“Take a deep breath,” he whispers against my ear and I instinctively respond, pulling in a long, deep breath. He presses his chest against my back, his thighs against the back of my own, and pulls in a long breath of his own. “You smell so fucking good.”

His cock stirs against my backside, through his jeans. He pulls his hands up my arms and down my sides to my hips, where he rests them as he runs his nose up the side of my neck.

With the noise and feel of the gun still in my head, my heart still pounding like crazy, I want him.

Now.

“You have no idea how fucking good you feel pressed up against me like this,” he whispers, his voice rough and strained.

“I think I have an idea,” I respond, surprised to hear the raw need in my own voice. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back on his shoulder and relish in the feel of his hands kneading my hips and his face pressed into my neck. My nipples are puckered and straining against my bra, and goosebumps have broken out up and down the length of my body.

I want him unlike anything or anyone I’ve ever wanted before.

“Caleb.” His name is a whisper, a prayer.

“Smell so damn good.”

“Touch me,” I demand softly. His hands still. He kisses my neck softly, takes a long, deep breath, and then backs away.

I turn around in surprise and in full-blown anger.

“What kind of game are you playing?” I demand.

“I’m not playing a game.” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Caleb.” I just stare at him for a long moment. Thirty seconds ago his hands were on me and he was whispering the sweetest things in my ear.

Now he’s turned back into the drill sergeant.

And men say women are confusing.

Finally, he turns and pulls the target down.

“I’ll be damned,” he whispers.

“Let me see.”

There are a few stray bullet holes around the white part of the target, but in the center of the chest and the top of the head are two good-sized holes where my bullets pierced the paper.

“You’re a natural.”

I shrug like it’s no big thing, but inside I’m doing the mega happy-dance.

“Not so much a pussy, I guess.”

Caleb laughs, long and loud and scoops me up into a long hug.

“Definitely not a pussy,” he agrees as he pulls away from me.

“Caleb?” My heart is beating hard, and I’m still pissed at him. He’s smiling down at my target, but when his eyes meet mine, he sobers.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t fucking touch me like that again unless you plan to finish what you start.”

His eyes go hard and his jaw tightens. Before I can turn and walk away, he grabs my wrist and pulls me against him, pinning my arms between our bodies.

“Let’s get this straight, Brynna. I want you so fucking bad my teeth ache. I’ve wanted you for months. But you’re part of my family, and I’m supposed to be protecting you. Dropping my guard and fucking you into the mattress is not the way to keep any of you whole.”

I gasp as his words sink in and I want to beg him to take me home do exactly that; fuck me into the mattress, but before I can speak, he lowers his forehead to mine and clenches his eyes closed as if in pain.

“I’m not going to fuck up our friendship, or make things weird for you with my family, just because I can’t keep my damn hands off you. You mean too much for that.”

I lean into him, wanting to comfort him, but he sighs, lifts his head and plants his lips on my forehead for a long few seconds and then backs away, turns his back on me, and loads the weapon and clips back into his locking gun box.

“I apologize. I won’t touch you again.”

Before I can argue, ask him to talk with me about this, he stalks off ahead of me.

“Let’s go.”

Copyright Kristen Proby 2013. All rights reserved.

4th of July... remember why we LOVE Caleb Montgomery!

I don't have any snippets of SAFE WITH ME to share with you yet, but because it's the Fourth of July, and Caleb is our Navy SEAL, I thought it would be fun to re-read the scene where we meet the alpha, over-protective man that we've grown to love. This is the baby shower scene in FIGHT WITH ME. Enjoy and have a happy and safe holiday!

Please remember: this is copyrighted material.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Caleb!” I turn to march toward him, but Nate stops me with a hand on my shoulder.  His eyes are locked on Caleb’s, ice cold, but his face is completely expressionless.

If this is how he looked at his opponents in the ring, I’m surprised they didn’t turn and run and cry for their mommy.

“I’m Nate McKenna.”  Nate steps forward and extends his right hand.  Caleb doesn’t take it, he just keeps staring at Nate.

I frantically look around the room for help, but everyone is just watching the show, wondering what’s going to happen next.

“Why are your hands on my sister?”  Caleb doesn’t move, his face is also expressionless.

Fuck, I was afraid of this.  Of all my brothers, Caleb has always been the most protective.  He’s a Navy SEAL, he can kill someone and make it look like natural causes, and I think if you look “testosterone” up in the dictionary, there would be a photo of his handsome face rather than a definition.  He’s the same height as Nate, and roughly the same build. 

He’s scary.

And he loves me.

Not a good combination.

“Caleb,” I try again, but Nate puts his hand up to make me stop and I frown at him. 

“I am Julianne’s date today,” Nate states simply.

That’s a good way to put it.  I like it.

Caleb doesn’t seem to.

“I think we should take this outside.” Caleb turns toward the door, and Nate follows.

“With pleasure.” 

“STOP!” I scream and both men stop and turn to me.  “This is not about you, Caleb.  Stop being a testosterony asshole.”  He frowns and starts to yell back at me, but I walk over to him and kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Stop.  I love him.  He’s a good man.  If he fucks up you can kill him.”

Caleb pulls back and looks into my eyes, then his face softens and he tugs on my ear.  “Okay.”  He looks back at Nate, then to our brothers, who seem to give him some kind of weird subliminal message that I’ve never been in tune with, and then extends his hand to Nate.  “Caleb.”

Nate takes it and grips it firmly.  “Pleasure.”

Caleb laughs.  “Right.  Sorry I’m late, guys.  I’ve been packing.”

“Where are you going?” Natalie asks, tears in her eyes again.

Jesus, she never turns off the water these days. Is this what pregnancy does? Makes you a slow moving, emotional wreck? Ugh.

“I can’t tell you that.”  Caleb smiles at Natalie and hugs her close, rubbing his hand over her belly.  He always did have a crush on her.  “I’m afraid I won’t be here when the bambino gets here.”

“Oh.”  Natalie looks at me and back at him.  I know how she worries for all of us.  After losing her parents so unexpectedly a few years ago, she always worries.  “Please, be careful.”

“I’ll be fine.  Don’t worry about me.  I’ll be excited to come home and meet… what are you naming her, anyway?”

Natalie and Luke look at each other and grin.  “We’re not telling,” Luke responds.

“Fuck that, I won’t be able to be reached for a good three months, so tell me.”  Nate and I take our seats, he kisses my cheek, and I rub his thigh under the table.

“Watch your mouth!” Mom yells and Caleb rolls his eyes at her.

He’s so gonna get it.

“It’s a surprise.” Caleb frowns at Nat and we all laugh.  “No one is allowed to get on the phone and call TMZ, got it?”

“Whatever. Spill it,” Will calls out.

Natalie looks at Luke and he grins and nods his agreement to tell us.

“Her name is Olivia Grace.  Grace is for my mom.”  She rubs her belly and smiles and I feel tears start to roll.

“Hey, you okay?” Nate asks and wipes my tears off my cheeks.

“Yeah, Natalie’s hormone issues are contagious.”  I laugh and dab beneath my eyes with a napkin, careful not to smudge my makeup.  “It’s a beautiful name, sweetie.”

SAFE WITH ME, Caleb and Brynna's love story, is scheduled for release late this summer.