Luke Roberts came to the small lazy town of Kilgore, Texas with one thing on his mind: Forgetting. He wanted to forget why he left. Forget those emerald green eyes that haunted his dreams. And forget how it felt to have his heart ripped out of his chest by a woman who didn’t like the fact that he had a child. It was something he’d been doing a damn fine job of doing, too. Until Reese smashed through every one of his defenses, and made him feel again.
Reese Doherty was just trying to do the best for her little girl. So she moved to the little boomtown nearly an hour from where she grew up to be the school nurse for Kilgore’s littlest people. That’s where she met him. The SWAT officer and the man that would change her life forever. The sexy man who liked to drive fast, and live life like it should be lived. He drove her crazy, and became something she could barely live without.
But Luke was a hero. A man used to risking his life to make the world a safer place. Something Reese had to decide whether she could handle or not. Preferably before her and her daughter became too attached.
Just when she’s ready to give him her whole heart, her world takes a huge hit, and everything she thought she knew wasn’t as it seemed.
Luke wasn’t a quitter, though. Damn far from it, and he’d prove to her that he’d be there when the dust settled. Whether she wanted him to be or not.
She sat back in her chair, a smile on her face. “So you used her for sex?”
I shook my head. “No. That’s not what I said.”
“Oh?” She asked. “Then what did you mean?”
“It means that I was having fun. She was an amusement, one that might have turned into something more in time, but wore out her welcome when she told me she didn’t like my child,” I said coldly.
I wouldn’t have said it as coldly if I hadn’t seen Lydia stand up in the mirror above Reese’s head. Just having her anywhere near me set my skin to crawling. Just as it’d done when I’d left her.
I saw her flinch and turn around, as did Reese, who gave me a sympathetic look.
“You’ve got this twitch…right above your eye,” she said, a grin playing at the corner of her lip. “I think I really like you. I didn’t think anyone could be as mean as I could.”
“Are you done yet, or are you just going to play with that straw with your talented tongue some more?” I asked, exasperated.
“What,” she asked, licking the straw completely before sucking it into her mouth. “Does this bother you?”
She was playing with fire.
“You know,” I said, standing slowly. “I’ve had one hell of a week. I’m running on fumes, and you’re getting really close to pushing my last button.”
She stood too, taking the half eaten milkshake with her.
“And what button’s that?” She asked over her shoulder.
I took in the view of her backside. The tight black pants that molded to her ass perfectly. Her long hair that just brushed the top of her butt… just begging for me to sink my fingers into it. A handhold I could pull while I fucked her hard from behind.
“I’m not an easy man.” I said softly behind her. “I’m rough. I have a kid. My job’s demanding and I won’t be able to devote a lot of time to you.”
She snorted. “I’m not an easy woman. I’m emotional. I have baggage. I’m loud. My kid requires a lot of my attention. And I PMS once a month.”
In one swift move, I pinned her up against the side of my cruiser.
Her body went limp, and her fingers went to my shirt, clutching it in her fists.
My mouth slammed down on hers. Weeks of sexual frustration coming out into the kiss.
She tasted like vanilla ice cream.
Soft and smooth, and oh, so sweet.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said against her lips. “When I get you into my bed, I won’t let you up for air for weeks.”
She grinned, pulling in the air I’d just exhaled before saying, “We have kids. You’ve got until ten A.M. Tops.”
I leaned forward. “That’s enough time…for now.”
Meet the Author
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.
I have felt abandoned by her for years. Forgotten.
But, all of that has changed.
I've met an incredible woman. I didn't mean for anything to happen with her. We were only supposed to be doing business together. But that sassy mouth, fine ass, and those perky tits got to me. It was a spur of the moment thing - both of us blinded by lust.
Is it bad to crave a woman so badly that you'll do practically anything to hold onto her? Like make sweet promises that you know damn well can't be kept?
Don't be fooled. This newfound "happiness" may only be a fucking façade, and what's worse is that I can't let it go.
Probably not ever.
Why? Because there is only so much rejection a man can take before he finally just... gives into temptation.
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All I want is the best for Colette. All I want is for her to be happy. We were happy once. Why can’t we go back to that?
My forehead drops on the marble wall of the shower. Water streams through my hair, down my chest and back. My face feels smothered with warmth, but it feels good.
With my eyes squeezed tight, I try and imagine Colette and all her naked glory. The woman has a banging body. I imagine those perky pink nipples, her face when I finally get to ramming my cock deep inside her. Only… it doesn’t work this time.
As I pump I can’t feel myself getting hard enough because all I can hear are her negative words. All I can think of is how we truly are failing as a couple. All I can think about it the reason why… Angelina.
Blue eyes appear in my imagination, and I stroke harder. My cock hardens in my hands, the veins bulging as I imagine those aqua irises looking up at me while sucking me dry. Lapping her tongue around my balls, flicking it across my tip. I shudder as I start to reach the brink. My body locks, palm against the wall, and all I can hear is her calling me Mr. Boyd in that sweet little voice.
She wanted my cock so bad she could taste it, and I wanted a mouthful of her pussy so much I was almost willing to completely demolish my marriage to make that happen.
“Fuck,” I bite out, stroking faster, harder, until finally I explode in my hand, squirting all over the fucking shower wall. “Goddamn,” I groan, pressing the side of my face on the marble. God, it’s been so long since I’ve cum. So fucking long. I pant, breathing raggedly as I keep my eyes shut, still rubbing the head of my cock, releasing every drop of cum.
I can’t believe myself, but it’s the pure imagination of Angelina who has just made me cum.
It’s her with her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, telling me to relax and to just enjoy the feel. The feel of her, right before she comes up to sit on top of my lap, allowing me to sink deep inside what I know is an eager, wet pussy.
Meet the Author
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Shanora Williams considers herself a wondrous, down-to-earth author who's all about romance, paranormal, and the historical fiction. Coffee and Oreos are her addiction. Reading is a necessity. Whenever she isn't writing or reading, she's most likely spending her time with family and loved ones, or watching hit TV series on Netflix.