Break The Bed(26)

I smiled.

"Everything."





Excerpt of Cockpit





Jagger





I rubbed my cheek where she'd slapped it, admiring the way she looked in those tight jeans of hers as she stomped off. She was a redhead alright. Only a russet haired woman would slap a man after kissing the hell out of him.

And Jenny was one hell of a kisser.

I took my time coming back in. Not because I was worried she'd slap me again. I was just deep in thought.

Mostly thinking about gettin' deep in her.

I sat down and ordered a watered down pitcher of beer. I had a long night ahead of me. I had someone to walk home.

Jenny scowled at me while she took my order, and scowled when she watched the other bartender bring it back. She scowled when she brought me a basket of fries.

The woman basically scowled up and down the whole night.

I sat back and waited for her shift to end, enjoying the memory of the way her luscious body had melted against me. It was getting close to time when she asked me if I wanted anything else. I took my time, staring up and down her body.

"Oh yeah honey, I can think of a lot of things."

"I'm not a piece of meat, Jagger!"

"No, you're definitely not a piece of meat. But you do look tender."

Jenny threw my check at me and turned tail to see to her other tables. I made my last beer count, sipping it slow as molasses until I was the last guy in the place. She started getting ready to close up. She 'accidentally' mopped right over my boots.

I smiled and stood up, throwing a fifty-dollar tip on the table. Her eyes widened. She stared at me as I walked out of the bar.

'Course I was waiting out front for her when she came out fifteen minutes later.

She stared at me. I stared at her. Then she walked up to me and tossed that fifty-dollar bill in my face.

"I'm not for sale you sonofabitch!"

I looked right at her. She was angry. But she had mistaken my meaning.

"I didn't say you were."

"Then what are you doing tipping like that?"

"I took up a seat in your section all night. Seemed fair."

She stared at me belligerently.

"Well, I'm not taking it."

"How about a twenty?"

"What are you, a cash machine?"

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Her glorious, perfect, mind-bending chest. I pulled out a ten and a five.

"Fifteen?"

She yanked the money out of my hand so fast I got rug burn. Then she stomped off. The woman had a pair of legs on her. And she made good use of them.

I was whistling as I followed her back towards the base.





Excerpt of Cuffed





Connor





“Scream all you want, honey. No one’s gonna hear you.”

She tugged frantically at her ankle, then stopped to glare at me. Dammit, the old stereotype was true. Casey was even prettier than usual when she was angry.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You can’t do this.”

“I can. And I will.”

“This is- kidnapping!”

“You aren’t a kid. And I’m a federal agent.”

“Good! If someone finds out they will throw you in jail!”

I smiled at her calmly, my eyes trailing over her long legs. She was wearing tight jeans and they were extremely sexy for some reason.

Probably because she was wearing them.

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh yeah? How are you going to explain this?”

She held up the chain and waved it at me.

“Kinky sex game?”

Her mouth opened in shock. I had her there. And damn if it didn’t give me ideas.

“I’m tired Casey, or whatever your name is. But you are going to tell me something. You are going to tell me everything.”

Her eyes were wide as I walked over to the couch and sat down next to her.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes. You are.”

I smiled and reached out for her. Then I pulled her over my lap. She screamed as she lay facedown on the couch. Her perfect bottom was high up in the air as she wiggled around, trying to get away.

I grunted, realizing my dick was getting hard and that there was no way to hide it from her.

She stopped wiggling with a loud gasp.

Oh yeah, she’d noticed alright.

I rested one hand on her back to hold her in place and laid one over the generous globes of her delicious looking ass.

Hmmff… it felt nice too. Really fucking nice. I smiled to myself and lifted my hand.

Time to make it jiggle.

SMACK.

“Was Dante at the Jar that night?”

“Ow! Yes, Christ I told you!”

SMACK.

“Did you see him with the vic?”

Silence. So be it. I lifted my hand again.

SMACK.

“Did you see Dante with the vic?”

“No!”

I stopped, my hand frozen in midair. I knew it was insane what I was doing. Everything I was doing.

I was too close to the case. It was the middle of the night. The girl brought out a protective urge in me.

But it was more than all that.

Her shoulders were shaking. I let my hand rest on her bottom. I stroked her softly, knowing that it was dangerous.

Stupid.

But Jesus it felt right.

She sat up and stared at me. Those bright blue eyes of hers shimmered with unshed tears.

I reached out, my head tilted as I examined her. My fingers found her cheek and noticed that they were dry. She hadn’t let a single tear fall.

I smiled into that beautiful, perfect face of hers.

“Liar.”





Excerpt of Go Long





Belinda





"How do you like our campus so far Kyle?"

Kyle smiled benignly at my mother. He looked as innocent as a choirboy. Meanwhile, under the table his foot was brushing mine. I wasn't sure if it was deliberate until he did it again. I scowled at him as he oozed charm and good will. All false of course.

I wasn't fooled.

"It's the most beautiful I've ever seen. And the students have been... very friendly."

He grinned at me pointedly and popped a bite of food into his mouth. He made it clear he was talking about me as his foot caressed mine again. I kicked him and he nearly choked. I smiled serenely as my father pounded his back.

Kyle glared at me as he wiped his mouth.

I gave him a look that clearly said 'two can play at that game.'

"Thank you Coach."

"Make sure you chew your food, boy. Can't lose you before the season starts!"

I put my chin on my hand and smiled sweetly. I knew more about sports than most men. But Kyle didn't know that. I intended to milk it.

"Daddy, isn't it unusual to put a walk-on on the team?"

"Hardly ever happens at this level. But Kyle here is an unusual young man."

"He is?"

"He's unnaturally talented on the field Bellie. His military training had a lot to do with it, but some people are just naturals."

"Bellie?"

Kyle's eyes were glowing mischievously. I could have screamed. My plan to control the conversation had completely backfired. If he started calling me 'Bellie' I would lose it. I really would.

"That's what we call our little girl. Did you know they actually pay her to attend school? She had a full ride of course, but they actually give her a stipend and all sorts of administrative jobs for extra money. She has career academic written all over her."

I groaned inwardly. Did he have to make me sound like a cross between a 12 year-old and a grandma? That's what I was really. Kyle was right when he called me Miss Priss. Just a little girl who acted like the biggest, most responsible, boring goodie two-shoes ever to walk the face of the-

Kyle was staring at my breasts. Not just staring either. He licked his lips and made an appreciative grimace. Like he couldn't stand being this close to me and not touching me.

I coughed, nearly spitting out my mashed potatoes.

He was touching me with his eyes. It was practically foreplay! I tried to ignore him but it was too late. A hot pool of lust had settled in my belly. I crossed my arms, realizing my nipples were hard. I jumped up, knocking over my glass of iced tea.

Thankfully it was almost empty.

"Bellie! Are you alright?"

"Just- chilly. I want to grab a sweater."

"Alright but come right back and we can clear the table."

"Yes, mom."

I practically ran from the room. I could feel Kyle's eyes boring into my back. I heard him ask where the restroom was and excuse himself.

Argh!!! He was following me!

I ran for my bedroom and started to slam the door but he caught it with the flat of his hand.

"Where are you running to... Bellie?"

He was grinning at me like the cat that ate the canary. I had the sudden urge to smack the smug look off his handsome face. His eyes slid over my body, even more blatantly than before. I grabbed a light cardigan, angrily pulling it over my arms. I buttoned the center of it.

"Don't call me that!"

He just shook his head, leaning against my doorframe.

"Why not? You know I can still see those perfect tits of your, Bellie. Your nipples are practically poking a hole through that sweater."

I gasped.

"My father will hear you!"

He grinned.

"No. He won't."

He stepped into my room and I stepped backwards until my back was against the wall. He loomed over me, saying nothing.

Then he ran his hands over my shoulders, deliberately brushing my breasts with his forearms.

"Did I do that to you, Miss Priss?"

I opened my mouth but no words came out. He was making me confused dammit! And he had done this to me... without even touching me, I was aroused like never before.

Well, like only once before anyway.

"Meet me tomorrow after practice at my dorm. Unless you want me to tell him what you've been up to."