Felony Romance Series: Complete Box Set (Books 1-5)

by Jeana E. Mann

  “And you should know that I’m not,” she replied, unable to repress a mischievous smile.

  “I can see we’re going to have a few challenges along the way then.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

  “Get on with it, Mackenzie,” she teased in spite of her frustration, arching against him. For the first time, the smile on his face was unguarded, turning his features from fierce to handsome. “Or do you need me to give you some pointers on this, too?”

  The amused expression slid away, replaced by focused deliberation. The large fingers twisted in the strap of her panties and gave a sharp tug. The fragile elastic ripped free of her body, whispering between her legs, skimming along sensitive flesh. Arousal dampened her thighs as he slipped a finger inside her, teasing and testing, causing her legs to twitch and a moan to escape her.

  “So wet already, Karly? And we haven’t even started yet.” His gaze flickered up to hers with a chastising smirk, his finger still inside her. "I like this. I’ll be able to slide right inside you.”

  “It was the panty thing.” She gasped as his tongue flicked her earlobe. “Nice touch.”

  “Hmmm…thank you.” The width of his shoulders blocked the neon light outside the living room window as he released her hands and tossed the dress onto a nearby chair. Free at last, she buried her fingers in the spiky locks of his hair, damp with sweat and humidity, and forced his mouth to hers, needing his kiss. Their tongues tangled in a frenzied dance, stealing her breath and the last vestiges of her control. They broke apart long enough for her to pull his T-shirt over his head and toss it aside.

  “Oh, God,” he groaned when she stroked the long curve of his back and clutched the cheeks of his ass. She gripped him tightly, grinding against him, enjoying the feel of his erection behind the fly of his jeans. A long, shuddering breath shook his shoulders.

  “I need this,” she whispered against his mouth. “I need you, Randy.” With a coquettish glance through her lashes at him, she rubbed a hand along his hard ridge. “Are you as big as you feel, or is that my wishful thinking?”

  “Baby, I’m not even hard yet,” he said, voice sexy with confidence. “Just wait until I’m inside you. You’re going to feel every inch of me.”

  There was no time for second thoughts or hesitation. With his lips on hers, he fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. Impatient, she thrust her hands into the waistband of his briefs and yanked them down. His cock fell forward, impressive in its length.

  “Jesus,” she whispered. She rarely took the Lord’s name in vain, but the massive instrument in her hand qualified as an extenuating circumstance. She gripped a respectful hand around him and gave a gentle tug, rewarded by the hiss of breath between his teeth.

  “I don’t have any condoms,” he muttered. “Do you?"

  “I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “And I've been tested.”

  “Me, too,” he replied before he put both hands beneath her ass and lifted her. She slid down onto him, pleased with his earthy growl of satisfaction.

  The length of him filled her, burning and stretching her to the limit. He pushed into her at exactly the right angle, his tip brushing the bundle of nerves inside her core. With her arms wrapped around his broad torso, she squeezed her legs around his hips.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. The trembling of his body as he sought for control only made her that much more desperate to move and take him deeper. "But you feel amazing.”

  “Then for goodness sake, do something, Randy. Now.”

  Those words freed him. He thrust up and into her, repeatedly, until every nerve in her body hummed. She focused on the sounds of Randy’s labored breathing and his sexy-as-fuck moans. Tension built inside her as he pulled out and ran the head of his cock along the seam of her sex. She found his gentleness touching and a powerful aphrodisiac.

  The heat of his hands seared against the curves of her bottom, opening her to him so he could drive deeper. He buried his head in her neck and fastened his lips on the spot above her jugular, slamming into her with increasing speed. The grunts from his throat drove her to arch her back and clench around him. He responded with a shudder. She dug her nails into his back as pre-climax tremors jolted through her legs. Caught in his gravitational pull like a planet orbiting the sun, she could only hang on and pray for release.

  “That’s right.” He groaned and heaved into her so hard the door rattled on its hinges. “Hold onto me, baby. Squeeze those legs tight.”

  They came together in a fury of clutching fingers and gasping breaths. As the first spasm of release wracked her body, she threw her head back. It hit the door with a resounding thump. Unfazed, she raked her nails down the columns of muscle on either side of his spine. He hissed and pumped into her again, buttocks tensing beneath her palms. Wave after wave of delicious sensation washed through her, patterns and colors played on the backs of her eyelids, while tremors of unreserved pleasure twitched through her legs.

  As the last quivers of climax journeyed from groin to thigh, she struggled to pull herself back from the brink of the abyss. Randy rested his forehead against hers, lost in his own vortex of pleasure. Their bodies were slick with sweat, chests heaving.

  “Holy hell,” he muttered.

  Very slowly, he let her feet slide to the floor and held her waist until she gathered her legs beneath her. She stood in front of him, palms pressed against the door beside her, feeling shell-shocked and disoriented.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  She raised a shaking hand to rub the knot on the back of her head. “I think I might have a concussion.”

  Their eyes met, and they shared a shy smile. He hoisted his jeans up but didn’t button the fly, revealing the happy trail of reddish-brown hair from navel to groin. The sight of him took her breath away. The perfect curves of his shoulders, undulating abs, and sinewy arms renewed her desire. Seeing her lust, his eyes darkened with carnal promise.

  With his just-fucked hair mussed from her clenching fingers, he shifted from one foot to the other, seeking his balance. Everything about him screamed dark and dangerous, but after one encounter, she craved more, had to have more. The air between them shifted once more. He took a step away from her and rubbed the back of his neck. His gaze fell to the floor, and his brows furrowed in a scowl, followed by the sickening drop of her stomach.

  The smile faded from her lips as his eyes narrowed. She’d seen that look on a guy’s face before, right before he bolted. Her insides turned cold at the prospect of an abrupt end to what seemed a promising beginning. She wrapped her arms around her waist for protection from his sudden withdrawal. They balanced on a precarious slope. One false move by either of them and the fragile threads of their new relationship would unravel.

  “You look like someone kicked you in the nuts,” she said and steeled herself for his getaway speech.

  The panic in his eyes made her stomach drop again. “I didn’t expect that.”

  Expect what? She searched his face for an answer, but he had an uncanny talent for concealing his emotions behind an expression of fierce indifference.

  “You.” The slow drag of his hand through his hair and the break in his voice offered better clues to the mystery behind his eyes than his words. “I didn't expect to fuck you tonight. It was the last thing on my mind.” He placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face upward. Pangs of desire resumed, sweeping through her like rogue ocean waves. A slow smile lightened his intensity. “And I didn’t expect to say this either, but here goes. I want to fuck you again, the way you need it. Slow and deep and a little dirty. Is that how you like it, Karly?” As he spoke, his fingertip traced the curve of her jaw.

  “Um, yes,” she replied, completely mesmerized by his voice and touch.

  “Tell me where you want to go, and I’ll take you there.” He took her hands and tugged her to him before dropping a kiss on the hollow of her throat. The calloused fingers slid over her arms, bringing all the blood to the surface of her overheate
d skin. “Will you let me do that? Make you come again?”

  “Hell, yeah.” She placed a hand on his cheek, enjoying the stiff, velvety plush of his beard against her palm. He turned his face into her hand and pressed his lips against her palm. "I have a bed, you know," she whispered. "Maybe we should use it."

  CHAPTER 11

  RANDY PUT his hands on her waist and tossed her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. The power in his arms sent ripples of excitement through her. He carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door open with his foot. When he smacked her on the ass with one of his large hands, the gentle sting brought a startled giggle from her. Unfamiliar with the terrain, he stumbled over the rug, lost his balance, and threw her headlong onto the bed. She bounced twice, choking with laughter. The aged box spring creaked in protest.

  Climbing onto her knees, she grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pulled him toward her, drinking in the way his nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed at her touch. When her fingers skimmed the flesh of his belly, he drew in a sharp breath and a feral growl rose in his throat. With tantalizing slowness, she began to unbutton the fly one agonizing button at a time, her eyes locked on his. In between each button, she leaned forward and kissed his belly. By the time she had his fly open, he was hard again, the head of his cock peeking from the top of his briefs.

  With a move of surprising agility, he grabbed her by the ankles and flipped her onto her back, yanking her legs apart and holding her there, exposed and open to him. A low moan ended in a whimper of delight as his fingers slid between her legs to test her.

  "I want this," he said in a voice so low and deep that it rumbled like thunder through her ears. “I want you on your hands and knees in front of me. Will you do that for me?”

  Holy freaking hell. Unable to speak, her throat gone dry from the blaze in his eyes, all she could manage was a quick nod. She turned onto her hands and knees, and threw a look at him over her shoulder. He caressed the curves of her bottom, his touch light and delicate.

  The mattress dipped as he crawled onto the bed, covering her with his body, his arms and legs outside of hers, trapping her underneath him. The power of his body surged through her with electric intensity. When his lips nuzzled her ear, she arched like a cat and felt the weight of his body above her. With one mighty shove, he was inside her. His teeth gripped the shell of her ear, tender and gentle, but with enough strength to show he was in charge. True to his promise, he began to move, slow and easy at first, building speed and strength until the bed shook on its frame.

  The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room. She straightened her arms and gripped the headboard. It banged into the wall with the rhythm of Randy’s pounding. She moaned, and he redoubled his speed. Together they built their orgasm, chasing release, finding mutual pleasure in each other, and forgetting their demons.

  The hair on his chest prickled her back as she leaned against him and gripped his thighs with her hands. His palms skimmed over her hips and lifted to cup her breasts. Thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples, rolling and tugging them, while he plunged into her with inexorable rhythm. The man had an uncanny ability to sense her body’s responses, reacting to her needs before she knew them, and adjusting the depth and angle of penetration to fuel her desire.

  “Ladies first,” he rasped into her ear. “And then I’ll join you."

  Before her sex-dazed mind could unravel his cryptic quote, he sank to the root inside her and froze. His large hands pressed her hips into his, impaling her and holding her in place, demanding submission. Eager to comply, her body clenched around him. She broke apart with a startled cry and shattered into a million pieces. The mind-erasing jolt of orgasm rippled through her, and for a few blissful moments, the world consisted only of Randy and his hold on her.

  Boneless and numb, she slumped in exhaustion and bliss, held upright by the tight arm around her waist. Her head lolled against his chest while her over-sensitized flesh continued to spasm around him. Two quick thrusts followed by two more, slow and deep, sent him over the edge to join her.

  When he relinquished his hold, she melted into the mattress, a mass of jelly-like flesh. He flopped down beside her with a deep sigh of contentment. A sudden thumping on the floor brought his eyes to hers.

  “What the hell is that?”

  “Oh, God. It’s the guy downstairs.” She leaned over the edge of the bed and shouted at the floor, “Sorry, Mr. Gonzalez.” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and frowned. “Were we really that loud?”

  Randy’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked anyone that hard. I’m surprised we didn’t knock a hole in the wall.”

  When their breathing had settled, he rolled onto his side and wrapped one of her curls around his little finger then gave it a small tug. She turned to face him and slid her hand along his stomach to play with the curly hairs leading from navel to groin. He sighed with pleasure and relaxed onto his back, laced his fingers behind his head, looking sated like a well-fed lion.

  She watched him as her fingers explored. When she dared to let her hands wander toward the scar on his neck, his eyes narrowed in warning. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to his stomach before closing his eyes again.

  “I’m ticklish,” he said.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes. And I don’t like it,” he warned, cracking one eyelid.

  “What are you going to do? Spank me?”

  “I might.” He closed his eye again and a grin curved his full mouth. “Maybe not. You’d like it too much.”

  “What is this?” The tip of her finger traced the jagged scar beneath his jaw. Small white crosses marked twenty or thirty stitches along the length of the incision.

  “It’s a scar.”

  “I know that. What happened?”

  “Dog sledding accident,” he said, eyes still shut tight, but one corner of his mouth quirked up.

  “Seriously? You’ve been dog sledding?”

  “No, but it sounds good, doesn’t it?” The broad chest shook with repressed laughter. She gave his leg an impatient shove with her foot and rolled onto her back, biting back a smile.

  “Fine. Don’t tell me. I didn’t want to know anyway.”

  “Mitch knows,” he said after a short silence. “Maybe you should ask him what happened.”

  She snorted. “Like he’d ever tell me anything. We don’t really get along most of the time.”

  Bright moonlight flooded the room. The blue glow lit the angles and planes of his cheeks and jaw in sharp relief. A deep summer tan gilded his face, neck, and arms, but the skin of his chest was pale. When he swallowed, the muscles of his throat constricted, and she knew his thoughts were elsewhere.

  “Do you still love her?” Karly asked, not wanting to know the answer but curious just the same. A full minute passed without a response, and she thought he might have fallen asleep.

  “Doesn’t really matter,” he said flatly. “But we've got a son. He doesn’t understand why I’m not there for him.” He continued to stare at the ceiling. His voice thickened with emotion. “How can I make him understand when she won’t let me see him?”

  “It sucks, doesn’t it?” It was her turn to stare at the ceiling, thinking thoughts better left forgotten. Thinking of Emma, alone and frightened, and Jerome with his wife. The moment of silence following their confessions filled the room. Karly swallowed back tears. She didn’t want to cry. She’d already shed too many tears over Jerome. Emma was another story, and one she’d never get over.

  “What about you? Do you still love that guy?” The warmth of his hand on her bare skin soothed away some of the angst. A fingertip brushed back the ringlet of hair drooping over her forehead.

  “I thought I loved him.” The complexity of the situation tightened the tension in her forehead. “But I don’t want that kind of love. All one-sided and fucked up.” To end the topic, she turned her face toward the window.

  Randy released a long sigh. The beds
prings creaked as rolled into her, turning her toward him. They lay facing each other for a while, legs entwined, and fingers exploring.

  “The sun will be coming up pretty soon,” he said.

  “Yeah. It’s been a long night.”

  He pulled her closer, nudging his erection into her belly, and kissed her long and slow. This time they came together softly with a need made all the more fierce by their confessions.

  CHAPTER 12

  RANDY AWOKE with the sedentary tick-tock of the alarm clock in his ears, the scent of citrus and honey in the air, and a euphoric sense of disorientation that kept him lingering between waking and dreaming for a good long while. A cool breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the sounds of the city below. Peaceful and relaxed, he blinked against the mid-morning sunlight streaming through the blinds. He swiped at his nose to squelch a sneeze and found a naked girl draped across his chest, her strawberry ringlets brushing his nostrils as she snuggled deeper into him.

  Karly.

  As memories of the previous night returned, he felt an answering tightness in his groin, wondering how much of it had been a dream and how much was real. The naked breasts pillowed against his bare chest suggested a reality far more appealing than anything his subconscious might dream up. He stroked a fingertip down the curve of her spine. She sighed and stretched into his touch like a smug kitten.

  He’d fucked her and fucked her well, more than a few times. The temptation to do it again taunted him as she tightened her arm around his waist. Unfortunately, he had commitments, or he could have stayed in that bed forever.

  The bedclothes rustled as he slid sideways and out from under her embrace. With gentleness he didn’t know he possessed, he arranged the pillows beneath her head and pulled the covers up over her nakedness. Lovely, he thought, viewing her translucent skin in the golden glow of morning, like a fine china doll with her hair spread over the pillows and her cheek cupped in one hand. The other hand lay on the mattress, palm to the ceiling, delicate fingers curled loosely in a gesture of complete relaxation. The vulnerability of her pose struck a primitive note deep within him, a sudden fierce need to protect and guard her, to make her his.