Dalton is no stranger to hitting rock bottom. He’s worked hard to turn his life around. Now he has a quiet life, a successful business and a no-strings-attached arrangement for sex with Kincade. Everything is just as it should be. Then a late-night rendezvous is interrupted by a sexy newcomer, and Dalton realizes something is missing.
Caught up in the intense passion the men share, Erin finds herself fighting her desire to run or to get between these two hard bodies. She’s convinced her attraction is wrong. However, a little persuasion from both Dalton and Cade convinces her she belongs with and between them.
Erin’s surrender becomes Dalton’s reawakening. A BDSM master, Dalton is in his element wielding command, and soon the threesome fill their nights with mind-blowing pleasure. But when a piece of Dalton’s past resurfaces, it threatens the very foundation he’s built and could put him back at the bottom.
Warning: Contains gay sex on the seat of a motorcycle with the town sheriff, a mind-bending trip into subspace, voyeuristic blow jobs, two subs who willingly kneel before their master and lots and lots of ménage sex in a secret room tucked away behind a motorcycle shop. Vroom, vroom.
This story has been previously published.
5 Stars “Sara Brookes’ slams it out of the park with her newest release. Ragged Edge is more than just a simple D/s or ménage story. It’s a journey of self-discovery, learning to trust and surrender to the unknown.”
~ Tracey, Goodreads
5 Stars “…even the mmf aspect is presented in a different way. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and highly recommend it.”
4.5 Stars “Hot from the very beginning, this book takes you on a fascinating trip into the world of submission. You are shown the true beauty and emotional bonding of a D/s relationship. Incredibly well written, Ragged Edge is about so much more than just BDSM.”
~ Moonflower, Whipped Cream
5 Stars & Top Pick “My, oh my, this book is smokin’. Two men, one woman and an intense passion between all three makes for some hot reading. RAGGED EDGE takes readers into the world of BDSM with Dalton, Cade and Erin. The dynamic of this threesome is spot on, the sex steamy and the characters endearing…RAGGED EDGE is more than just a simple BDSM story with its focus of self-discovery and learning to trust enough to love. It is a beautiful love story.”
~ Rebecca, The Romance Reviews
4 Paddles “What I loved most about this story is the way the three interacted and slowly turned their friendship into love. Their D/s scenes weren’t every day, but there was no mistake in Dalton’s domination…Ms. Brookes writes some flaming hot erotic scenes.”
~ BDSM Book Reviews
A+ Grade “The love is so evident between these three even when they are not aware of it. It’s so beautifully written. The first line in the novel is about Dalton. The last line in the novel is about him and how he has come full-circle. As these three work through their issues, you see them grow and develop in their relationship.”
~ Smitten with Reading
5 Ravens & a Recommended Read “Ragged Edge by Sara Brookes is a tantalizing BDSM that had just as much heart moments as it did wickedly hot ones. I am all but a flutter.”
~ Lace, Blackraven Reviews
Live And Let Die ~ Guns N’ Roses
Trash ~ Korn
ISHFWILF ~ Disturbed
Resist ~ Melissa Etheridge
For Your Entertainment ~ Adam Lambert
Sooner Or Later ~ Breaking Benjamin
Bless The Broken Road ~ Rascal Flatts
Shed My Skin ~ Alter Bridge
Not Strong Enough ~ Apocalyptica feat. Brent Smith
When The Heartache Ends ~ Rob Thomas
Tear the World Down ~ We Are the Fallen
Dalton was damaged goods.
He’d been broken down and built up again, only to have the world crumble around his feet. Defeated, those ruins of his life had been ignored because he had felt no desire to deal with them. In salvation mode, he’d shut himself away from everything.
A loner and resident bad boy, Dalton Shaw sought solace in no one.
The wind howled as his bike sped down the road to his shop, his carefree attitude evident in his driving. He pushed the bike well over the posted speed limit. This late at night, there weren’t many schoolchildren to watch out for.
It had been an interesting evening. A local graphics designer he’d hired to redesign the logo for his bike shop missed the appointment. Things came up, he understood that. But he also appreciated the value of someone’s word. If someone said they’d be somewhere at a certain time, in Dalton’s eyes, they showed up.
He’d waited around for two hours, far longer than decorum dictated, and had given up around nine-thirty when his stomach started to protest. Luckily Sally, the sweet elderly waitress at the diner in town, saw herself as a mother figure. She never let him go hungry, no matter the hour. After a hard day of work finishing off the bike he’d spent the past month restoring, it had been a nice break to sit and chat with her.
The late hour comforted him, as he always flourished in the dark, but now he was growing tired and the road blurred in front of his eyes. He shifted gears and noticed the flashing lights bouncing off the trees around him.
A quick glimpse in the side mirror confirmed his suspicions. “Shit.”
Annoyed, he pulled his motorcycle to the shoulder and pushed his foot down on the kickstand to balance the massive bike under him.
Dalton tapped out an uneven rhythm of impatience with his fingers against the gas tank as he waited. He was no stranger to the law in this town, mostly because he spent enough time doing what he could to skirt it. His actions never bothered anyone and no one seemed to take issue if he chose to gamble with his life.
Well, except one person.
The brittle crunch of rocks underfoot caused Dalton to turn to the officer as he approached.
Sheriff Kincade Roberts hooked his thumbs over a large metal belt buckle as he rested his weight on his back foot. Dalton nearly snorted at the posturing. “Is there a problem, Sheriff?”
“You do know Virginia has a helmet law, Mr. Shaw.”
Dalton couldn’t hold back and snorted at the tone of the sheriff’s voice. “Yeah. Obviously you see how much I care. It’s the middle of the night. Not as if there’s a highway full of cars around that I have to worry about.”
The tall man slid off his hat and brushed a hand over his short reddish- brown hair. “Laws don’t care about the time of day.”
Dalton reached forward and clamped his hand over the handlebar despite the fact it earned him a stern look. “Christ, Roberts, give it a fucking rest. Give me the ticket, go home and take that stick out of your ass.”
Cade shifted again, his posture reflective of the attitude change in his suspect. “Do we have a problem here, Mr. Shaw?”
“Yeah, we do. I’m being stopped by some prick with a badge who thinks he can throw his weight around because he’s on the other side of the law. That new power of yours has gone to your head.”
“If that’s how you feel about it, shall we take this downtown?”
“There is no downtown in this God-forsaken place. Blow the attitude out of your ass.” The motorcycle came to life under Dalton as he pulled away in a spray of rocks. He sped through the gears without care for the damage incurred on the engine. It could be fixed later. Right now, he was too annoyed to care and wanted to put distance between him and the town law.
He wasn’t surprised to see flashing lights behind him as he accelerated. If the new sheriff wanted a high-speed chase, he’d get one. The bike vibrated, the engine purring fast and smooth as it sped down the narrow country road. He shifted gears and the bike roared under him as it leapt forward. Without a helmet, the wind whipped around him and stung his eyes so they watered.
This freedom was his element.
The engine cut off completely when he thumbed the choke and let the speed he’d gathered carry the bike directly into the bay of his shop, Iron Cruisers. As the sheriff pulled into the dirt lot, Dalton smirked and tapped the control to slowly lower the heavy bay door.
The last thing he saw was Cade’s narrowed green eyes. Dalton nearly flipped the sheriff off, but that would be pushing it a little too far and he was already walking a very fine line. While he enjoyed pushing the limits of the law, even he knew there was a line you just didn’t cross.
As he swung his leg to dismount the bike, the side door burst open and the sheriff barreled through. The look on his face was priceless. Dalton grinned in satisfaction.
“You have a real attitude problem, Shaw.” The soft, lazy drawl of the South did nothing to smooth out the rigid authority of the sheriff’s voice.
Dalton shrugged and stood, easily towering several inches over the man in front of him. Cade was tall but lean and almost lanky in contrast to Dalton’s bulk. “Of course I do. Remember, I live just to piss people off. Think I’ve just raised the bar for next time though.”
“Fine, you’re under arrest for reckless driving and willful endangerment.”
The sheriff stepped forward, clamped his hand around Dalton’s biceps and pulled hard to throw him off balance. Dalton anticipated the move, however, and compensated to flip their positions. Cade stumbled, hitting the bike hard enough to give a grunt of protest.
Dalton moved before the sheriff could stand upright and pushed his body firmly against the hunched man. “So, Sheriff, it seems as if you’re proficient in issuing orders. But I wonder how versed are you in taking them.” He worked his hand between the man and the bike so he could flip the buttons open on the crisply pressed shirt. Cade’s breath hitched as Dalton stripped the fabric back. He let the material gather at the elbows and brought the two halves together to trap Cade’s arms behind him.
The sight of all those straining muscles made Dalton want to lean forward and slide his tongue over the surface of that rock-hard skin. He refrained, but leaned in closer and savored the feel of the man’s firm back against his chest. Drank in the sweet cedarwood scent of his aftershave.
“I’ve never had a sheriff before.”
“So you just want to add me to your count. Put another notch on that belt.” There was tension in those words and Dalton’s body sang in response.
“You know very well I don’t use a belt. My hand works just fine.” That same hand glided over the fabric covering Cade’s ass. “When I open tomorrow, what do you think my customers will wonder when they arrive and smell the scent of your come all over my workbench? I personally like the idea. It would remind me how much the new sheriff couldn’t control himself with a suspect. It may even give me more ideas about finding out just how much that particular sheriff can take. I haven’t put my skills to use in quite some time. I think I’d like to see if I’m still as proficient as I once was.”
Cade’s voice rumbled when Dalton pushed at the front of his pants, forcing his hand all the way down to the base of the man’s cock. Dalton squeezed tightly, perhaps more tightly than the situation called for. He gloated at the feel of the rock-hard state of the sheriff’s erection. Normally Dalton liked to work for it a little more, but tonight was special.
“Fuck.” Cade let out a shaky breath indicative of something other than discomfort.
“Later.” Dalton moved his hand and proceeded to cross the line to show Cade this was no longer just an amusing game. “Right now, you’re going to put that mouth of yours to better use. On your knees.”
He flipped their positions and leaned against his bike as he waited for Cade to comply. When Cade continued to stand there, Dalton decided he needed some incentive and used his free hand to strip open his jeans. Cade’s eyes burned with need as Dalton lifted the hard length of himself free.
That heat poured into Dalton, causing a slow burn at the base of his spine that reflected the need to come. But not yet, it was too soon. They were celebrating Cade’s recent election to sheriff and Dalton wasn’t about to blow it all in a few seconds like some hormonal teenager experimenting in his parents’ basement.
“On your knees,” Dalton repeated again, using more force.
Cade sank to the floor, leaning forward as he followed the command. The flat of his tongue slid across the crown of Dalton’s cock and the sheriff clearly crossed a few lines of his own.
* * * * *
Erin Corvus sighed as she worked through the gears on her aging sports car. She didn’t expect Dalton would still be at the shop, but she’d feel better if she dropped off the sketches she’d put together. That way they would be there waiting for him when he arrived the next morning.
She shifted again to navigate a tight turn and thought about how Collington Creek was a virtual ghost town this late at night. The small town was situated an hour north of Atlanta, Georgia. With a population of less than seven thousand residents, it wasn’t the sort of place locals had to worry about traffic jams. Of course, most of the town’s population was tucked away in their beds watching late-night talk shows while she sped toward the Iron Cruisers shop.
They were the smart ones.
Long hours were part of the job. Blackbird Design, her graphic-design company, was her livelihood and she had to do everything in her power to ensure its success. Even if that achievement meant she had to work into the wee hours of the morning to finish a job. Her business was only as good as the hours she put in.
She meant to be at the appointment hours ago. Her need for perfection with one of her designs caused her, yet again, to ensure everything was just as it should be.
The motorcycle shop came into view faster than anticipated and she parked in the empty slot next to the sheriff’s vehicle in front of the bay door. Odd for a motorcycle shop to repair a car, but many residents of the town seemed to multitask when it came time to help each other out.
She’d even done some web designs for a local business or two in order to make money on the side. Maybe Mr. Shaw worked out a deal with the town government and he did all the repairs on city vehicles. Of course, the new sheriff had already made a name for himself with his unconventional ways to save the town money, so it wasn’t completely out of the question.
Now that would be a sweet contract to land, she thought as she shut the car door. She’d love to have a shot at redesigning the town seal in an effort to reflect the history of the area and draw in even more tourists. But if she continued to miss important client appointments, she’d be lucky to design a logo for the historic stockade in the town square.
The shop was simple, as were most things in town, and nondescript with its faded wood siding. Small with only one bay instead of the row of work areas like the shops she was used to back home in Texas, the building before her screamed rural living. An assortment of aging tin signs, which added to the antique air of the business, hung in various locations on the front of the property.
In fact the owner, Dalton Shaw, specialized in restoring late-model motorcycles. It had been one of the things he’d insisted on when they’d spoken on the phone. Somewhere in her design there needed to be an antique bike. She’d done just as he requested, several times over, and hoped he liked the designs she’d come up with.
As she started to set the large black leather case used to transport sketches in front of the shop’s door, she spotted a gap. That trusting nature of locals to unlock doors and even leave keys in ignitions had taken her a bit to get used to. Back in Austin, any property left sitting around unguarded asked to be stolen.
Curious, she pushed open the heavy entrance door. “Hello? Is anyone here?”
Her question was met with silence. Not that she really expected anyone to answer her at this time of night. But this was the only address she had for him, and she wanted to be sure he had something to look at when she called tomorrow morning to apologize.
However, that curiosity earned her more than she bargained for.
Her eyes went wide in surprise as she stepped closer and saw someone leaning against the motorcycle in the center of the shop floor. The friendly greeting died in her throat as she realized that someone wasn’t alone. The light in the bay was low, but it was enough for her to make out two figures.
A late-night lovers’ rendezvous.
Now she understood why the sheriff’s car was parked outside. He was on his knees in front of the man. If that wasn’t enough indication of the man’s identity, she also recognized the tan uniform shirt stripped back to his elbows. He also still wore the matching dark brown pants and spit-shine chloroform shoes.
Someone had been in a hurry.
Her breath quickened as she watched the officer swallow the entire length of the man’s cock with ease. Even at this distance she recognized the standing man as the owner of the bike shop. The very same man she was supposed to have met with hours ago gave a deep groan of satisfaction as the sheriff used his mouth.
Dalton’s jeans were bunched around his calves and his head was thrown back. That chiseled face of his reflected sheer ecstasy. His lips were slightly parted and quiet sighs escaped as his lover’s mouth moved against his hard flesh.
The scent of their arousal hit her hard and made body parts come alive in response. Her breathing quickened and her pussy tightened with desire. Even as she reacted to the sight of the two men before her, the stillness of the late September air allowed her to hear every movement, every brush of skin. It heightened the tightness building low in her gut.
Spying like this was wrong on so many levels. It was rude and intrusive. Not because two men partook in such an intimate act. No, that didn’t bother her in the least. She’d been reared by parents who ensured she understood love came in all forms. She certainly didn’t take issue at the image the men made as they engaged in oral sex.
She should have turned around and left as soon as she sighted the men coupling, but she couldn’t help staring because it was so blistering hot. Both men were so lost in each other it was impossible not to be enthralled. It didn’t hurt that both men appeared to be in prime shape and took care of themselves.
A low moan resonated through the room as Cade engulfed Dalton completely again. From this vantage point, she watched Cade’s body tighten and bunch so the muscles rippled under the surface of gorgeously tanned skin. They both moved so easily together and the sight was certainly something to be admired.
Cade pulled back slowly, sucking in his cheeks, and Dalton hissed out in response as he threaded his fingers through Cade’s hair. His arms flexed a little as he tilted his hips up to push Cade’s mouth down. Her own mouth dropped open in surprise when Cade swallowed every luscious inch of that thick cock so easily.
Right at this moment, it was obvious who controlled everything between these two men. She didn’t need to be well versed in the world of dominance and submission to know Cade had surrendered completely to Dalton’s possessive hold. The total command the man exuded was too powerful not to understand. Even she wanted to be on her knees before him, arms bound behind her as she followed orders. She had never had any hands-on experience with bondage, but the picture Cade made with his arms tightly bound behind him while he attended Dalton hit all the right places inside her.
“Where did you learn that?” Dalton’s voice sounded strained and pulled her attention back to the two men. He held Cade’s face between his large hands, the kneeling man’s mouth inches away from the cock he’d just worshipped.
“I had a good teacher.” Cade drew his tongue over the tip, gathering up the pearlescent drops of come that had started to gather. His mouth closed over just the head and he sucked a few times before letting go. “One who taught me that you like it rough.” Lips pulled back, exposing teeth, and Erin watched with rapt attention as Cade dragged his teeth over rock-hard skin when he engulfed Dalton completely once more.
This caused Dalton to throw his head back again and buck his hips as he started thrusting into the man’s mouth. The sheriff took the movement as easily as before and even seemed fueled by the roughness.
Riveted by their passion, she discovered their need for each other had seeped into her body. She drank it in, found herself wondering what it would be like to be in Cade’s place. To have Dalton’s cock in her mouth, his seed spilling on her tongue while Cade buried his face in her core.
The command from Dalton cleared her focus again and she noticed the control he held over himself as his eyebrows drew together.
Cade shook his head as he eased back, taking his time to remove his mouth from his lover. “I’ve waited all fucking week for a taste of you. Let me have this. Please.”
At the utter desperation saturating the last word, Erin licked her lips and shifted her legs, pulling at the collar of her shirt when her rapidly rising body heat flushed her skin.
“I’m going to be buried in your ass when I blow, not your mouth.” The atmosphere of the room snapped and pulsed as the air became saturated with aggression. Their earlier ease vanished.
There was a blur of movement as Dalton pushed away from the motorcycle and made the sheriff stand with him. Lips met, and the harshness of the kiss made Erin reach out for the wall in order to steady herself. Her knees felt weak from the raw sexuality that rippled through the room before it slammed into her full force.
Now that she had an unencumbered view, Erin saw Dalton was a beast of a man. Easily over six feet, he was built and stacked in all the right places. With his thick mane of shoulder-length black hair, he was probably the finest example of the male species she’d ever seen. He obviously had no issue with standing in the center of his shop stark naked. His rigid cock stood hard and high, straining toward the man pressed against him.
The sheriff was gorgeous to look at in his own right. Just as tall as Dalton, his muscles were long and lean. Considering the fact he was the law of the town, he probably kept himself in shape for the rare occasion he’d have to chase down a suspect on foot.
Dalton tore his mouth away. “Present yourself for me and show me why I should reward you.”
Cade turned and bent over the leather seat of the bike, arms still bound tightly behind him. Shoulder muscles flexed forcefully against the material, but she saw it wasn’t because he wanted to get away. He pushed his hips back in presentation to the man behind him.
He’d offered himself without reservation.
They were too familiar with one other and seemed to know each other’s bodies too intimately for this to be a first-time encounter.
Erin watched as Dalton stepped away and pulled open a drawer on his work bench. He fumbled one-handed for something as his eyes never left Cade’s bent form. His expression changed as he found what he sought and pulled out a foil packet and a white tube.
Dalton stepped back to Cade and in a few proficient movements he’d sheathed himself with the thin casing of the condom. Her mouth went dry as he worked some of the clear liquid over his own cock in preparation and then slid his other hand over the roundness of the other man’s ass. The sheriff gave a muttered groan when those fingers dipped between those perfectly formed muscles and Erin felt the raw sexuality of it arrow straight to her pussy.
From this angle, she couldn’t see exactly what was going on, but she didn’t have to in order to know the basic mechanics. Fucking was fucking, and these two men seemed to excel at it. Never before had she had this fierce of a reaction to anyone. Of course it wasn’t as if she frequently walked in on two men engaged in a sexual encounter before either.
She watched as Dalton worked in and out slowly, taking his time until he had buried himself completely inside the other man. She bit her lip in anticipation as the tall man took his time, his movements exact as he drew them out. Fabric still strained to near the breaking point and the sheriff’s knuckles had started to turn white from the tension.
“Untie me, God damn it. I need my hands.” His voice was a low growl, each word bit off to show his frustration. She admired the man’s control even as she willed Dalton to give in simply so she could watch.
The strained sound didn’t seem to sway Dalton. “Since when do you get to issue the orders?”
There was a sharp snort of amusement. “Since I can throw your ass in jail for assaulting an officer.”
“Just my ass? Then you’ll miss your favorite part.”
“Your ass,” the man paused to release a long and quiet moan when Dalton thrust forward, “is certainly spectacular, but it’s not my favorite part.”
“Then what is?” Dalton moved as he asked the question and Cade let out a string of obscenities that made her eyes go wide. A smug smile of satisfaction grew on Dalton’s lips. “I see. I have my favorite parts of you too.”
Dalton thrust forward again, which caused the man beneath him to rear up. The binding on his arms still seemed to frustrate him because it wouldn’t let him push completely against the man who rode him.
“Untie my fucking hands,” Cade said around clenched teeth. His erection strained away from his body as he sought relief by any means necessary.
A deep laugh resonated through the shop and Dalton didn’t comply with the order. Erin guessed he actually enjoyed the cop’s struggles based on his lazy movements. Almost as if he used the motions to fuel his pleasure.
Finally, after another few curse-laden minutes filled with drawn-out thrusts, Dalton slipped the knot loose on the shirt. His body language indicated it wasn’t because the other man had ordered it earlier. He’d done so on his terms and it clearly showed when he jerked the other man up against his chest before the fabric even hit the floor.
Dalton moved again, driving over and over between the taut globes of Cade’s ass. The action allowed Cade’s hard-on to slide over the rich, supple leather of the bike seat, smearing a trail of pre-come against the fabric that shined despite the low lighting.
She found herself leaning forward when Dalton closed his hand around the other man’s cock and used the moisture leaking from the tip to dampen his hand. Ragged breath skimmed over her dry lips as she watched Dalton move his hand with unhurried strokes to match the movements as he slid his cock in and out of Cade.
Cade’s hands slapped down on the seat of the bike, his fingers gripping for purchase as he gave a harsh moan and pushed back against Dalton. Erin heard the absolute satisfaction drip from the sound and felt scorching heat rip from her.
She wanted them to pay such lavish attention to her. See to her every need and desire. While she wasn’t a novice when it came to sex, she’d never had anyone take care of her the way she watched unfold before her very eyes. It also reminded her just how long it had been since she’d engaged in any sort of sexual activity. Work had consumed her so thoroughly she barely remembered what it was like to have a man’s body over hers.
The sound of the men moving together suddenly halted. Only Dalton’s hand continued to move over and around the sheriff’s straining erection with rough and hurried movements as he continued to fuck the hard length with his hand. Lips closed over the gentle curve of an earlobe, nipping at the flesh.
Erin swore she felt those teeth against her own skin. She even yearned for it because the energy created between the two men was something she wanted to experience as well.
“Now that you’re free, do you think I should keep fucking you while she watches or let her join in on the fun?” Two sets of eyes met hers and her heart leapt into her throat.
She’d been caught.
Panicked, she turned to run as fast as her legs would carry her to the car. Her heart thundered in her ears while she gunned the engine and sped out of the lot. Dear God, what did I just do? She raced through the gears, trying her best to put miles between herself and the garage as quickly as possible.
Sweaty palms pressed against the kitschy fairy steering wheel cover while adrenaline raced through her veins. When the car settled into fourth gear and she shifted in the bucket seat, she noticed the heavy throb still between her legs.
Her body sang for release and she had a sneaking suspicion it specifically wanted two very well-endowed—and completely unattainable—men. Growling in frustration, she prayed for the earth to open up and swallow her.