by Geri Glenn
I reach down and spear his hair with my fingers as he laps at my swollen bud and continues to roll my nipples with his magic fingers. I whimper in protest when he pulls away, only to cry out in shock when his hands go between my legs, tearing the thin strip of fabric that covers my wet entrance, leaving it hanging uselessly from my waist.
“Those were my sexiest panties!”
“I’ll buy you more,” he growls, and then his mouth is on me. Lifting my leg, he places it over his shoulder as his mouth sucks at my heated clit. I throw my head back and grab onto the door frame with both hands to steady myself.
Continuing to fuck me with his mouth, he reaches up and pinches my nipple once more, causing the most beautiful pain I’ve ever known. I rock my hips against his stubbled face, my orgasm building strong and fast. When his finger plunges deep inside of me, I scream out as the pleasure overwhelms me, my entire body trembling with my release.
When my cries stop and my body relaxes, Travis stands and takes my mouth in a hard, hungry kiss. Molding my body to his, I allow his kiss to sweep me away to a place where there is only him and me – forever. Love for him swells in my heart as my tongue tangles with his.
He pulls away and whisks what’s left of my panties down my legs. As I lift my foot to remove my shoes, he grabs my wrist and growls. “Keep ‘em on.”
Arching an eyebrow, I smirk and follow him to the bed where he’s leading me by the hand. “Yes, sir.”
Positioning my body where he wants it, he places his hand between my shoulder blades and pushes my upper body down on the bed, my ass up high in the air. Moaning, he trails his finger down my back and over my ass until he sweeps it through my wetness to circle my sensitive clit. I scream out, heat building once more as he gives it a tight pinch. “This isn’t the time for you to be a smartass, Laynie.”
Panting, I roll my hips, desperate for him to touch me again. “It’s all I know how to be.”
My breath catches in my throat and my skin stings in my new favorite way as his hand comes down with a sharp slap on the globe of my ass. “Let’s see if we can’t teach you to be a little nicer.”
“I ain’t nice,” I whisper, echoing his words from long ago.
I hear a soft chuckle and then another slap lands, causing my pussy to clench tight in anticipation. “No. You’re not. You’re a smartass.” His fingers find my clit once more, and I close my eyes, moaning as he circles them around it, bringing another orgasm close to the surface.
Just as I’m about to cum, he pulls them away. Whimpering, I lift my head to turn and beg him when he enters me from behind, driving himself all the way to the hilt. Our mutual groans of pleasure echo through the room.
Travis continues to drive into me, our heavy breaths and the sound of our skin slapping together the only sounds I can hear. He feels so good inside of me. So right. As his hand comes down on me once more, my pussy clamps around him, holding him in place.
“Jesus, babe,” he says through gritted teeth. “Seein’ my pink handprint on your ass drives me fuckin’ crazy.”
Reaching down and back between us, I gently cup his balls and roll them in my hand, earning me a sharp gasp. “Shut up and fuck me, Travis.”
He doesn’t even bother with a reply. Flipping me to my back, he settles himself between my legs and claims my mouth at the same time that he pushes himself inside of me. Rolling my hips along with his, I cry out once more as my release takes over my body. Feeling his cock swell and hearing his groan, I squeeze my pussy tight as Travis cums with me.
When the pleasure fades and our bodies stop trembling, our kisses slow from frantic to sweet. Travis pulls away and pushes my hair back from my sweaty brow. “Love you, babe.”
Smiling brightly, I whisper back, “Love you too.” Resting my head on his shoulder, I give him a squeeze and close my eyes. Just as sleep begins to take over, his quiet voice brings me back to the present.
“My life is so different with you.” He places a kiss on top of my head. “It’s almost perfect.”
“Almost?”
He nods against the top of my head. “Can you come somewhere with me?”
“Anywhere.”
Pulling up to the cemetery, I park my bike along the narrow road and swing my leg off. Reaching out, I grasp Laynie’s hand and help her to the ground. I watch as she shakes out her hair after taking off the helmet, a lump forming in my throat. My mind races for any excuse to not do this. I don’t want to fucking do this, but Laynie’s right: if I ever have any chance to live a happy life, I need to get rid of the poison in my soul.
She reaches out and places a hand on my cheek. “Hey. You can do this, honey. Tell her what you need to say.”
I look away, unable to deal with the love shining in her sightless eyes. “This is fuckin’ useless. The bitch is dead.”
She presses on my cheek, turning me to face her again. “It’s not. She’s dead, Travis, but you’re not. You’re the one left living with the hate and the anger.” She smiles a sad smile. “Forgiveness is a choice. It’s a choice you don’t have to make if you don’t want to, but I will tell you right now … forgiveness really is divine. It will give you the power to finally let go of all that hurt, and bitterness, and anger that has been eating away at you for years. Forgiveness is a way of taking back that power, so you can move on and finally live your life with true peace.”
I can’t take my eyes off of her while she speaks, the love I feel for her making my heart swell. “How’d you get so smart?”
She grins. “Oh, I’m the total package, baby. Grace, brains and beauty.” She winks. “I’m really bendy too.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I burst out laughing. This woman is everything to me. I know I’ll never have the words to properly tell her just what she’s done for me, and how much she means to me, but I want to spend every moment making her feel it. Hugging her close, I brush my lips against her temple and whisper, “Love you, babe.”
“I love you too, Travis,” she whispers back.
Pulling back slowly, I take her hand and move to toward the area I was told my mother was buried. After doing a little digging, Reaper had managed to find out what had become of my mother and Rick. My mother had died less than a year after I had run away. She was found in a tub full of bloody water, with her wrists slit and bruises all over body. Her arm was broken and there was a large gash on the side of her head.
Rick was sentenced to life in prison for her murder. He’d tried to make it look like a suicide but the obvious injuries on her body left no question as to what had really fucking happened. He spent six years in jail before another inmate shanked him with a homemade shiv. I wish he was still alive so I could shank the fucker myself.
I am scanning the numbers on every plot when her name catches my eye. “Deborah Hale.” My heart constricts when I see that whoever had arranged her burial had buried her with my father’s name and not Rick’s. That’s the way it should be.
I stop and let go of Laynie’s hand. She stands back and waits quietly while I trace my fingers lightly over the letters of her name. I think back to the memories I have from before my dad died. My mother had been so beautiful and fun. I remember her singing in the kitchen as she baked us chocolate chip cookies and dancing around the living room when her favorite song came on the radio. I remember her wiping my forehead with a cool cloth when I had a fever and crawling into bed with me when I had a nightmare.
After my dad had died, she changed. I remember the distant look on her face when Rick hit me, and the smell of stale alcohol that seemed to follow her everywhere she went. I remember the nights I spent with belly cramps because they went to bed without making supper and the many days I had to wear dirty clothes because my mom had forgotten to do laundry. But then I think about the other memories. The fights she used to have with Rick, and the screams I’d hear as she pleaded with him to stop hitting her. I remember the black eyes and the look of defeat she wore every day when she finally crawled out of bed.
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p; And then I think back to that day in the police station. She wouldn’t even look at me that day. Crouched low in front of my mother’s headstone, I place my hand on top and squeeze my eyes closed. My mother had finally done something to save me that day. She had no way of knowing the shit I would go through in foster care. She let me go because she knew I wasn’t safe in her house.
A tear slips from my eye and rolls slowly down my cheek as I remember the tears I’d seen her cry in that police interrogation room. She’d been setting me free. My mother had been just as afraid and just as trapped in that house as I was, but she had finally been able to help set me free.
Understanding flows through me, the love I had for my mother burning brighter than it had in over twenty years. Turning, I take the small bouquet of flowers that Laynie’s holding and prop them up gently against her stone. I reach up and run my fingers across her name once more and whisper through the gravel in my voice, “Thank you.”
I stare at her name for another moment, thinking about all those years I’d wasted, hating my mother before I finally stand and turn toward Laynie. Stepping into her, I kiss her forehead and hold her close. “And thank you,” I whisper.
Popping up on the tips of her toes, she places a gentle kiss on my cheek. “How do you feel?”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her up off her feet and whisper into her ear. “Free.”
I watch her ass sway and bounce to the beat of the music, my dick hardening and pressing tightly against the zipper of my jeans. I can’t take my fucking eyes off her. I’d noticed Ellen months ago, when she was one of the nurses at the hospital where my buddy Smokey had gone to die. She was fucking gorgeous in scrubs, but seeing her long legs and tight ass in that little black skirt makes my heart skip a beat.
“Don’t even think about it, man.”
I look at Reaper and smirk. “Think about what?”
He snorts, shaking his head. “Charlie fuckin’ asked you to stay away from that bitch. It’s one woman. Pick a different one.”
I cast my eyes back to the dancefloor and watch as Ellen swivels her hips and laughs along with her friends. Charlie had told me to stay away from her more than once, and so far I’d listened, but watching her dance, head thrown back with laughter, I’m not sure I can do that anymore. For months I’ve had glimpses of her, and every time, I flirted and she laughed, but for the most part, I’ve kept my distance. Not anymore. Sorry, Charlie.
“Come on, Reap. Look at those other bitches. Be a decent fuckin’ wingman, would ya.”
He raises his brows. “I’m not anyone’s wingman. I can find bitches all on my own.”
I shrug and throw my hands up. “Your loss, brother.”
Leaving Reaper on his own, I weave my way through the throng of dancing bodies and approach the group of ladies to come up behind Ellen. The women in her circle exchange glances of surprise but nobody says a word as I slip my hands onto her narrow waist and dance along behind her.
The minute my hands touch her body, she spins around, pinning me with an annoyed glare. Once she realizes who it is, the glare fades and uncertainty takes over. Raising my eyebrows, I give her my sexiest smile. It never fails.
Smirking slightly, she shakes her head and leans forward, shouting over the music. “What are you doing?”
I grab onto her hips once again, and drag her into me, pressing her body against mine. Using the loud music as an excuse to lean into her, I shout back. “Well I was dancing with you.”
Pulling back, she places her hands on my chest and pushes me away gently. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jase.”
What the fuck? “Why not?”
Biting the inside of her lip, she looks into my eyes and shakes her head once more. “It just isn’t.”
My gut sinks as she turns and walks off the dance floor without looking back. I’m in shock. This has never fucking happened before. Not to me, anyways. I look over at the three ladies that Ellen had been dancing with. All three of them are still dancing but have their eyes on me. One of them shakes her head, giving me a slight shrug.
Frowning, I turn and watch as Ellen gets closer to the washrooms. That’s it? It just isn’t? I don’t think so. Avoiding the swaying bodies, spilling drinks, and the grabby hands of one very drunk woman, I wind my way through the crowd once more and lean against the wall outside the ladies room. I wait for almost five minutes before Ellen comes back out.
It’s quieter back here so I don’t have to shout. “How do you know?”
She yelps in surprise and freezes, wide eyes on mine. “What?”
I take a step forward. “How do you know that it’s not a good idea?”
She stares at me a moment, like a deer caught in the headlights. Then she recovers. Rolling her eyes, she chuckles. “It was just a dance, Jase.”
I take another step forward, closing in on her space in the narrow hallway. “Exactly. It was just a dance. How can that be a bad idea?”
Pressing her back against the wall, her chuckle falling away as she nibbles on her lip, her eyes never leaving mine. “Jase …” Her shoulders slump, and she lets out a heavy sigh. “Look … you’re a nice guy, but …”
Placing my hand on the wall above her head, I lean forward and recapture her eyes with mine. “It was just a dance, Elle.”
Standing up straighter, she gives me a challenging look. “Really.”
Chuckling, I nod my head but whisper, “Fuck no.”
Her eyes widen, and she pushes off the wall, making me take a step back. “That’s why. I’m not that girl, Jase. I don’t do one-night stands. I’ve heard all about you, Jase Matthews”
“Ah, so you’ve been asking around about me.”
She narrows her eyes and shakes her head. “No. But I’ve heard enough to know a few things, and more than enough to know that I am most certainly not what you’re looking for.”
The smile falls from my face as annoyance seeps in. “And what exactly do you think I’m looking for?”
She shakes her head. “Not me.” On that final note, she turns and walks away.
I watch in confusion as she fades back into the crowd. What the fuck just happened? I’ve never been blown off like that before. Women love me. I’m Jase Motherfucking Matthews.
I emerge from the hallway just as Ellen and her friends are walking out of the bar. Just before she walks out, she turns and our eyes lock. Even from the other side of the room, I can see her hesitation before she turns and leaves. Oh yeah … she’s exactly what I’m looking for. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Watch Out For
Jase
Book Three in the Kings of Korruption MC series
Coming April 2016
Acknowledgements
There are so many people that have had a hand in making this book a reality. I know I’m going to forget someone, but I will try my best.
To My Hubby – Mike, I know that living with a crazy writer (well me anyways) is not always fun, and there have been so many times that you’ve wanted to run screaming. Thank you for sticking it out and doing more than your share around this house while I focus on my dream. You are a wonderful husband and the girls are lucky to have you as their dad to take good care of them and show them what a good man is really like. I may not say it enough, but I love you!
To Amanda DiPierro– For someone just starting out as a PA, you have kicked ass girl. I ask a whole lot of you and you always go above and beyond. I’m thankful for all that you do and am looking forward to continuing this journey with you by my side. Love ya lady.
To Christina DeRoche – Again, you read every section of my work as I write it and always deliver honest and extremely valuable advice. Your opinion means the world to me, and these books have almost as much of you in them as they do me! I could never have gotten Tease right without you. P.S. You are never allowed to leave the country to go to tropical climates when I am on a deadline ever again!
To Jacqueline Sinclair – Once again, you’re professional opinio
n and advice has been invaluable. I enjoy our late night rants, giggles and words of encouragement. Meeting you has been one of the most rewarding parts of this self-publishing journey and I can’t wait until we actually meet in person.
To Shelly Morgan – You have been amazing though all of this. Not only have you pointed me in the direction of amazing cover designers and editors, you also took the time out of your very busy schedule to make me some beautiful and very sexy teasers! You are one talented lady, and I am excited to meet you for real in Mississippi!
To Robin From Wicked By Design – Yet again, you’ve created me a gorgeous cover that I am proud to show off and that people love to stare at. Your work is incredible and you are always so helpful when I need extras. You have developed a fan for life, girl!
To Shannon From Shanoff Formats – Thank you! You saved my ass at the last minute with Ryker and you have been amazing with Tease. I don’t remember how I found you, but I thank God that I did!
To My Queens – You girls have been so amazing. I can’t tell you how many times you ladies have made me smile when I go to post a promo pic or do a takeover and see that you ladies are way ahead of me. Your loyalty is humbling and your friendship is so very valued. I look forward to meeting every one of you someday, and maybe get a real life pic that doesn’t involve Johnna in a sink.
To The Bloggers – So many bloggers have supported me along the way, I would need a whole other book just to list them. I try to thank you all as you post, and your reviews and support have been incredible. I am so thankful for all that you do. Without awesome bloggers like you, lowly indies like me wouldn’t have a chance in hell.
To Avelyn Paige and her Saints & Sinners – Thank you for helping me put together such a huge release blitz. It hasn’t happened yet, but so many people are on board and that is all because of you. I appreciate all the help you give me and if I can ever return the favor, I am at your service!