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  Uncensored Passion

  Kayla Quinlan Saradon was a beautiful, respected psychiatrist whom her friends accused of having discovered the fountain of youth. Kayla wondered what her friends would say if they knew her secret was a polyandry lifestyle she shared with four, studly “husbands”—each skilled in his own sexual specialty.

  Then Trey Sean Cameron, who was secretly investigating Kayla’s lifestyle, exploded into her life—and Kayla couldn’t contain the emotions he raised in her. But could the rugged, ex-Army Special Forces operative—a possessive and demanding lover—share in her lifestyle? And how far would she go to keep him?

  UNCENSORED PASSION

  Bobbi Cole Meyer

  Unfettered, torrid love runs soul-deep

  Bobbi Cole Meyer

  Arrow Publications, LLC

  Copyright © 2014 by Bobbi Cole Meyer. All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, no portion of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the express written permission of Arrow Publications.

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  DEDICATED TO

  PASSIONATE LOVERS WHO DARE TO

  ENJOY LIVING ON THE EDGE AND

  OUT OF THE BOX

  PROLOGUE

  On a serene cul-de-sac in one of the most affluent, old-moneyed sections of Nashville, Tennessee, is the exclusive, prime real estate suburban area known as Belle Meade, where prim and proper aristocrats reside in splendor and expected decorum, at least as far as the public is aware.

  However, behind closed doors, especially in the residence of one noted psychiatrist, Dr. Kayla Quinlan Saradon, a completely different scenario unfolds daily. Or nightly, to be more precise.

  Kayla inherited her three-story mini-mansion from her parents, who in turn had inherited it from her mother’s influential parents, the Quinlans, thus her middle name.

  The mansion, secluded beyond a copse of massive oak trees lining an antique brick paver drive, is situated to the back of an elaborately landscaped acreage and is the perfect setting for keeping secrets—for one who values utmost privacy.

  Kayla guards that privacy with determination, well aware of the shocked reaction of her neighbors should they discover her lifestyle choice, known only to her and the four males, ranging in age from 19 to 39, who live with her.

  Though Kayla’s inheritance is sufficient to ensure her comfortable future, she has become financially successful in her own right, with a burgeoning psychiatric practice that caters to the most affluent of Nashville’s elite.

  Those who know Kayla Saradon in the professional world consider her an enigma. She is a brilliant psychiatrist, known for her amazing photographic memory and unparalleled intellect, as well as her suave, almost ethereal beauty. She deliberately downplays both characteristics—the intellect by modestly proclaiming it has been exaggerated, the beauty by taming her mane of natural curly, strawberry-blonde hair into an unflattering bun and meticulously camouflaging her striking figure behind staid business suits tailored to disguise rather than display her ample physical assets.

  Because she emphatically fends off the many male admirers, both colleagues and even some patients who try to pursue her, Kayla has gained the reputation of a cold ice queen who neither trusts nor likes men. Her actions continually fuel the rumor she is a closeted lesbian. That rumor Kayla silently accepts with suppressed humor, preferring to ignore it rather than trying to voice an outright denial.

  Though she could easily pass for being in her twenties, Kayla would candidly admit to being in her mid-thirties. Keeping primarily to herself, there are a few associates who share occasional lunches with her and feel relatively safe in calling themselves her friends. At one time or another, they have posed the question, “Have you discovered the fountain of youth, Kayla?”

  Flashing a smile, Kayla always thinks, as a matter of fact, I have, while contemplating what their reaction might be should she answer truthfully—that the potent elixir that rejuvenates her nightly is her unique and sexually fulfilling lifestyle.

  But of course she would never—could never admit that her key for staying young and vibrant can be found in the four extraordinary men she has selected to fulfill her sensually and ferociously innovative sex life, which she pursues with complete abandonment behind closed doors.

  * * *

  Kayla Saradon matured early, receiving her period and her voracious sexual appetite at the tender age of fourteen, much to the consternation of her mother, Elizabeth Saradon, née Elizabeth Quinlan of the Quinlans, one of the original and most powerful music publishing families in Nashville.

  Elizabeth Saradon recognized the early tendencies in her daughter she herself had battled so fiercely and silently all of her own life. Though she had reached the plateau of hypocritical propriety, in reality, Elizabeth was a frustrated woman, intent only on satisfying and appeasing her demanding husband, her desires suppressed not by choice but by circumstances.

  Because Elizabeth valued maintaining her place in high society, she chose to deny her inner longings and obediently took her inherited place among her staid, wealthy contemporaries as was expected of her in her younger days, giving up on physically seeking the sexual satisfaction she secretly craved.

  Instead, she opted to live vicariously within her mind, satisfying herself with explicit romance novels before quietly alleviating her sexual pressures within the privacy of her bath or bedroom, several times a day, if possible. Yet as badly as Elizabeth resented and secretly abhorred the life that had been foisted upon her, she tried to force the same lifestyle onto her daughter, for the sake of appearances.

  Knowing Kayla to be strong-willed and filled with the same intensely sensual desires she strove so hard to personally curtail, Elizabeth put Kayla on birth control pills immediately following an embarrassed, terse explanation of safe sex. That one awkward moment was the extent of Kayla’s sexual education, and even that was more than Elizabeth’s own mother had shared with her.

  Though politesse, political correct opinions, and societal obligations were constantly reiterated within the Saradon household, as before in the Quinlan household, the subject of sex in any form and fashion was considered taboo and never openly discussed.

  So, left to her own imagination and fueled by raging hormones, Kayla drew her own heated conclusions—that all sexual avenues were open to exploration and personal interpretation, the caveat being: just don’t get pregnant.

  At the age of sixteen, Kayla had an epiphany destined to mold her entire life from that day forward. It occurred at her debutante ball, in the middle of a waltz. She looked up at her tall and handsome date as she mentally assessed him and suddenly realized he would never be enough to satisfy her.

  As he whirled her around the floor, she kept a smile plastered on her face while s
he thought, he’s the son of one of the most successful families in Nashville and he’s very handsome. He’s the quarterback of the football team, applauded by the guys and chased by all the girls, and I suppose he’s charming enough. But he will never be enough to suit me. He could be part of what I want and need, but he could never be all of it. By himself, he would bore me to death in no time.

  Studying him closer, Karla concluded that Len Hambry was exactly the kind of boy her father would pick to be her future husband, which made him even more unsuitable in her eyes.

  It was that moment of realization, in the middle of the dance floor, that Kayla made her lifestyle choice—one she had read about, researched, and now felt excited about embracing, because she knew that no one male, no matter his attributes, would ever come close to her ideal mate.

  I crave variety and someday I will have it! She vowed as she smiled and thanked Len for the dance. And as he led her from the ballroom floor, Kayla was thinking, there is no way I will ever settle down to what is acceptable, as Mother has done, to fit in with society. No way will I live a so-called respectable life of sheer misery.

  However, that revelation was one Kayla wisely kept to herself as she continued to bide her time, living the charade, playing the expected role of dutiful daughter and bright student through high school and college, where she achieved the highest academic accolades, as was expected of her.

  The wild side of her nature Kayla carefully kept separated, both from her family and classmates, meticulously selecting obscure out-of-town and out-of-the-way rendezvous points where she could pursue her avid curiosity about the world of erotic sex. She sought out male partners who fascinated her in some way, whether by their avant-garde conversation or by dangerous looks that promised a walk on the wild side. She continually searched for just the right ones who would not only slake her ever increasing sexual desires but would also be on board with her philosophy.

  Her active, off-campus, and carefully guarded out-of-town sex life remained secret right up until her parents’ untimely death in an automobile accident two months after she graduated from university.

  That night Kayla truly came into her own. Though she grieved their loss, she also felt released from their imposed burden of normalcy. She knew what she wanted and needed to make her happy, and when she accepted that she was now unhindered by the dread of embarrassing her parents, she felt a sense of euphoria, knowing she could now pursue what they would have considered a taboo lifestyle.

  Soon after the funerals, she set out on her quest with an unwavering sense of purpose, quietly and methodically sandwiching it in between her intense time of residency at Vanderbilt Hospital. And achieve her goal she did, with four very different, hand-picked men eager to service her every sexual need on alternate nights, at her discretion and within her set limits.

  Delighted that she had discovered her own version of the fountain of youth, Kayla became the epitome of a satisfied woman, avidly pursuing her forbidden polyandry lifestyle.

  CHAPTER 1

  Kayla, then and now

  Kayla Saradon did not see herself as others saw her. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a myriad of imperfections—a woman who never quite measured up in her father’s stern eyes—a woman who was her mother’s reflected embarrassment as they shared a mutual proclivity for innovative sexual freedom, and a woman always on the edge of self-fulfillment.

  From a pragmatic, rather than an egotistical point of view, Kayla knew she was attractive, but she was completely oblivious to the fact that her mane of flaming strawberry-blonde hair, her flawless, creamy, unblemished skin, and her striking figure made her, in everyone else’s eyes, model perfect.

  She also knew her expressive green eyes were one of her most compelling features, so she used them to full advantage. Having mastered the art of unspoken sensual conversation, she oftentimes shuttered them to relay an intensely provocative suggestion in a flirtatious way that drew those males she sought to know, then held them until she ultimately obtained her desired sensual results.

  When she was sexually aroused, Kayla’s eyes would change color to reflect the depth of her emotional temperature, seeming to emit an iridescent light, especially when she was in the middle of an orgasm. She learned this the night one of her more poetic lovers, Michael, called them sexually luminescent, commenting that her green eyes gleamed in a feral, catlike way as she reached a climax. He added, “Kayla Saradon, you are a very seductive, mesmerizing lady who can tempt a man to reach beyond his sexual limits, but should I die of a heart attack on your bed, at least I’ll die smiling.”

  Later, every time Kayla recalled that night, she had to smile, remembering Michael, a passing-through-Nashville-fling she couldn’t resist after meeting him at a cocktail party. However, the wit and charm she had found so intriguing quickly dissipated after the passion cooled, and she digested his parting comment as he rolled to the side of the bed and reached to pat her butt in a dismissive way.

  “That was great, babe. Just what I needed to round out a good day. Too bad we’re just ships passing in the night. But that’s life. As much as I enjoyed you, I’m married and unavailable. And you, my insatiable pet, need to find someone as hot as you are—someone who is available, because you’re too much of a woman not to be fucked thoroughly and often.”

  Now, as Kayla pulled her car into her garage and switched it off, the memories of that night with Michael faded.

  Shaking off the past and emitting a sigh of relief to be home, she exited the car and stepped through the door into the side hallway leading to the kitchen. She immediately released her shoulder-length hair, tamed with conditioners and worn in a severe, sedate bun day-do, now ready for a night of passion.

  It was the first thing she did the minute she closed the door of her residence every evening. Only inside these walls did she feel free to let her hair down, figuratively and physically.

  As always upon entering her home, Kayla kicked off her shoes and shed her suit coat, all hastily discarded items synonymous with freeing her spirit to indulge in the essence of the behind-doors life that sustained her.

  The shoes were immediately picked up by one partner, the coat taken by another, before she was embraced by all.

  “Glad you’re home, baby,” Luke said as he kissed her tenderly.

  “Likewise,” Lee said as he gave her a hug.

  Harm, her first and most sensitive “husband”, cupped her face and stood silently for a moment, just staring into her eyes.

  “You look tired, hon. How about I fix you a cocktail, and you relax before dinner. How does that sound?”

  “Sounds great.”

  J.J. was the last to embrace her, smoothing her hair back before giving her a passionate kiss, which was the only kind young J.J. ever gave.

  “You make the boring day worthwhile when you come home, Kayla,” he said as he reluctantly released her.

  She followed them into the kitchen, silently critiquing them all on the way, satisfied and smiling at her choice of men.

  Her partners, ranging in age from 19 to 39, though vastly different both in appearance and personalities, were alike in that they were all as committed to their adopted, lusty, and private polyandry lifestyle as she. They took turns pleasing her, each in their own preferred style of lovemaking.

  Jonathan Javiero Romero (J.J.) was the most recent addition to her sexual entourage. And as she settled at the breakfast bar and took the drink Harm had fixed her, Kayla smiled to herself, thinking, I sure made the right choices in my men. And tonight I have Harm to pleasure me. Kayla’s pussy clenched at the thought of the night to come.

  And then she met Harm’s eyes and he winked at her, an indication that he had probably read her mind, which he seemed capable of doing all the time.

  Sensitive Harm, always alert to my moods, Kayla thought, and such a sexy man in his own quiet way—easy and guileless.

  As she studied him, Kayla was reminded how Harm’s pragmatic mind could grasp any situation at light
ning speed, yet even in a crisis he always remained the calm gentleman. She knew it often surprised people who didn’t know him well what a head Harm had for business.

  Over the past five years he had parlayed his first tattoo parlor into a thriving, bi-coastal chain of upscale ink salons catering to men and women, some very famous. He had invested his money with such surprising acumen, and the return had proven so great, that it wasn’t unusual for Kayla and her other partners to seek financial advice from him.

  Yes, I am one lucky woman.

  Kayla smiled, realizing if she were pressed to select a favorite among her four men, she would have to admit it was Harm, the first one she had chosen to participate in her polyandry lifestyle.

  CHAPTER 2

  Harm

  Thirty-four-year-old Harmon Pranston was not the most handsome of the men Kayla had selected for partner material, but he was certainly the most intriguing, with his deep auburn hair and bright blue eyes. In Kayla’s opinion, his eyes possessed the ability to penetrate to one’s innermost feelings while always projecting a mischievous glint. Yet behind the mischief, there was a deep, secret place in Harm that Kayla felt she never quite penetrated. It was as if he had a hard-core secret buried deep that oftentimes reflected in his pensive moods. But she had never asked him, nor would she, knowing Harm to be a man who preferred to remain slightly clouded with mystery.

  Harm had an athlete’s lithe body, with smooth, firm muscles. His broad back was marked but not marred by a magnificent, spread-winged eagle tattoo, and a small heart on his left bicep bore a mysteriously covert inscription within—the simple word yes—which he revealed to Kayla meant he was up for anything. And, as she soon discovered, much to her delight, Harm was extremely good at everything.

  Kayla met Harm when he almost ran her over with his Harley Davidson motorcycle as she was illegally jaywalking, crossing mid-street on Second Avenue in downtown Nashville.