by Brandy Ayers
“Are you going to fill me up with your cum Luke? Put your baby inside me?”
Luke’s eyes widened, and if Sophie wasn’t mistaken, went a little glassy with emotion. At the same time his cock seemed to twitch inside her, making her breath hitch with renewed interest. “Sophie, are you sure? There is nothing I want more than to watch you pregnant with my baby, but I know you need time.”
“Shut up, Luke. I stopped taking the pill weeks ago, I checked the calendar. You let loose inside me and we have a really good shot and making a little McCracken tonight.”
“You planned this.” Luke’s whisper held so much awe and love, Sophie found herself tearing up.
“I did. I want to give you your two greatest fantasies in one night. I can’t pull on your ears, and you can knock me up.” She couldn’t hold back the giggle at the huge smile spreading across Luke’s face.
“Hold on woman. You’re not going to sleep until that pussy is filled to the brim with my seed.”
Before she could respond, Luke pulled himself from her, flipped her onto her knees with her hands crossed and gripping the headboard, and ass high in the air. “Got to get in there deep baby. Give my boys the best chance I can.”
He slammed into her once again, working at furious pace, all thought of the teasing from earlier now gone. One hand snaked around her hip and zeroed in on her clit, rubbing and flicking it furiously. “I need you to come hard, honey. Make that pussy clench and pull my cum into you.”
Luke was like a man possessed. In less than a minute he had her plummeting over the edge again, her orgasm never seeming to end as he worked her body in the way only a man truly dedicated to his woman’s pleasure can. Sophie screamed and chanted his name, begging him to fill her with his cum.
And boy did he. With a roar, Luke slammed to the hilt inside her, holding her ass flush against his hips with a grip so strong she couldn’t move an inch, even if she had wanted to. Sophie felt every pulse as he released inside her, setting off another smaller orgasm.
They slumped together against the headboard as their mutual orgasms ebbed away, Luke’s forehead pressed into her shoulder. “Stay right there baby, I’m not pulling out for a good long time.”
Sophie laughed and twisted her neck around to find his lips waiting for her. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Long enough for Luke to recover and harden inside her once again.
His hands slipped down along her arms, which had gone a little numb from being locked in such an awkward position for so long. He caressed them back to life, then continued down to remove her hands from the cuffs. Keeping his cock firmly lodged inside her, Luke sat back on his heels and clenched her back tight against his chest so they wouldn’t separate.
As Luke broke their emotion filled kiss, something cool slipped onto Sophie’s finger. “If I’m giving you my baby, I’m damn sure giving you my ring, too. Soph, be my wife.”
“Is that a question?” Tears burned a path up her sinuses, welling behind her eyelids so her vision went blurry and she couldn’t really see the engagement ring he put on her. Not that she needed to, as long as it was Sergeant Luke McCracken giving it to her, she didn’t give a fuck what it looked like.
“No. It isn’t a question. Because we both know this was meant to be. You were meant to be my wife, my partner in life. Just like I am meant to be your husband, and keeper of your pleasure.” That damn shit-eating grin spread over his face and Sophie doubled over with laughter. Then moaned from the new angle of his cock still inside her.
“I tell you what, Luke. If you can give me three more orgasms tonight, I’ll be your wife.”
“Done.”
Thanks for reading everyone! Did you love Luke and Sophie? Keep reading for a sneak peek at Book Two in the Blue Line series, Officer Coy and Lexis’ story, Possession, coming out in early 2017. If you enjoyed this book, please swing by and sign up for my newsletter. I only send it out when I have news to share, usually when a new book is coming out, and it is always full of fun and giveaways! Click here to join!
Acknowledgments
The romance writing community tends to be a very tight group, which is one of the things I love about being a romance writer. So to shake things up a little bit here, I want to call attention to some of the awesome ladies I’ve come across that encourage me on this journey through self-publishing. Show these ladies some love and go check out their books: First is Taylor Sullivan, you are my self-pub guru. I seriously could not do any of this without you! I aspire to be like all of these ladies, and they are all worthy have your sweet, sweet Kindle love: Anna Brooks, Kishan Paul, Kelly Lincoln, Kathryn L. James, Mika Jolie, Misty Simon, Natalie J. Damschroder.
And finally, a huge shot out to my editor, Bree at Vivid Words Editing. She has edited every single thing I have put out there. The woman seriously deserves sainthood for putting up with my atrocious use of the comma. Thanks for making me look at least semi-smart Bree, I know it is a tall order!
Also By Brandy Ayers
Piece by Piece:
Jax was there to do a job… His mission was simple: go undercover, poke around The Beanstalk, take down the sex trafficking ring run out of the seedy strip club. The absolute last thing on his mind was getting involved with a woman.
But then he saw her… Harper took the stage and everything else faded away. He couldn’t resist the pull of the gorgeous, damaged woman. No matter how hard he tried.
Harper loathes her job… But she'd had few options since losing her sister and taking in her orphaned niece. It’d been years since she felt anything other than revulsion toward men, especially the ones that worked and played at The Beanstalk.
Until Jax… He was cocky, mysterious, and sexy as hell. Everything Harper didn’t need in her already complicated life. She pushed him away, but he kept coming back for more.
As the pull between them intensifies, will Jax allow his need to possess Harper jeopardize his case and the lives of dozens of victims? Can Harper let Jax tear down her walls piece by piece?
This is a quick and dirty read, with a dash of insta-love; a pinch of suspense; a bearded, tattooed alpha male; and a smart, sexy stripper. Enjoy!
The Arrangement:
The mind is a tricky thing. No one knows that better than Michelle O’Brian due to maladaptive daydreaming, an undiagnosed disorder that makes HER question the line between reality and fantasy. Forced to change careers after her goal of making a mark in the journalism world implodes, she finds herself unable to stop fantasizing about her new boss. And every other man she comes across.
Her uncontrollable daydreams are a problem at work. Not even an orgasm inducing visit to her sexy as hell friend, Russ Seko, can stem the need for her mind to wander. But as it becomes clear that Russ wants more, and her workplace flirting may not be all pretend, things get out of hand. Fast.
Sneak Peek
Possession: Blue Line Book Two
Chapter One
Bryan
Bryan threw his squad car into park, settling in for his morning of pulling over drivers, listening to their excuses, then writing them tickets for whatever traffic law they decided to ignore that day. Most of the guys hated traffic detail, but Bryan would happily volunteer for this particular gig any day.
And the reason for his enthusiasm sauntered out of her house just as he reached for his coffee and took a sip. The burn of the hot liquid against his tongue was nothing compared to the level of heat her swaying hips inspired in his groin. He’d been on this detail three times over the past month, and ever since that first day he looked forward to seeing here with a fervor he hadn’t experienced since losing his virginity and discovering that he loved everything about pussy. The texture. The smell. The taste.
Goddamn the taste. He knew it always surprised the buckle bunnies when he went down on them for hours before ever letting them touch his cock. But there was just something about burying your face in that sweet spot between a woman’s legs that excited him like nothing else. Pussies were li
ke snowflakes, no two were the same. And for years Bryan had made it his mission to trace every soft fold of as many women as he could.
But the woman walking across her lawn to her mailbox seemed to have put a stop to that, and she had no idea. Ever since the first glimpse of her, he hadn’t been interested in a single one of the bunnies that practically crawled all over him when he went to the Blue Line Bar. Under normal circumstances he’d be taking a new girl home every night. But lately he barely even saw them. He could think only of the blonde beauty that every other officer saw as a pain in the ass for constantly complaining about the traffic violations on her street.
Everything about her called to him. The honey blonde hair piled in thick waves on top of her head. The seemingly impossible curves of her body. High full tits that sloped down to a tiny waist before flaring out to hips so thick and lush all he wanted to do was grab them and dive face first into the heaven he was sure existed between her thighs. She looked like a modern day pin-up girl. Tight jeans, tall heels, tiny tank top, and tattoos swirling over her upper arms.
So distracted by the mere sight of her, Bryan didn’t realize she was walking toward him until she smiled and signaled for him to roll down his window.
His mouth went dry and heart pounded at double speed as he pushed the button to lower the glass separating them. He never reacted to women this way. A cock-sure attitude and deep dimples had taken him far when it came to the ladies. Not to mention his bigger than average dick. But this woman sent him reeling like never before.
“Hi Officer…’ She leaned in slightly to catch a glimpse of his name badge and smirked at the name there. “Officer Coy. So are you?”
Her eyes, he’d never seen them up close before, and now that he did they captivated him entirely. Ice blue irises circled by a deep denim colored ring, almost as if they were designed to pull you in and trap you in their depths. “Am I what?”
“Coy?” Her eyes sparked with mischief and humor, and her plump lips curled up into a teasing smile that he desperately wanted to run his tongue over.
“Not at all. I’m forward. Very forward. Want to marry me?” Pride pulsed through him as a laugh burst from her sweet mouth at the same time a deep blush stained her cheeks.
“I think I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.” Her eyes swept his face and Bryan was struck at how confidently she held herself. Normally people found the uniform intimidating and tended to avoid eye contact, almost as if he would be able to see every bad thing they had done simply because he was a police officer. And if the clothes didn’t get them, usually his looks did. Bryan knew he was good looking. He worked out hard every day to maintain a body that could give pleasure for hours upon hours. His face looked youthful, but he had a dimples on both his cheeks and his chin that women seemed to love, and green eyes and red hair that they found charming for some reason.
But this woman wasn’t intimidated at all. And that thrilled him. Bryan had a feeling she’d be able to give just as good as she got both in and out of bed. His interests mostly lied in the in bed part.
She stuck her tiny hand in through the window, obviously wanting to shake his hand. “I’m Lexis Johannes, I’m the one that keeps bugging you guys to come out and do something about the maniacs driving on this street.”
Bryan slipped his hand into hers, curling his fingers around the back and caressed the delicate skin at her wrist. They didn’t pump their hands up and down, but just held them there, a spark traveling from their joined flesh through the rest of his body.
Damn.
“Bryan Coy. I’m the police officer happily making sure your street is safe. And the man that will happily make sure your body is satisfied as well.” He gave her his trademark panty dropping smile and waited for the hitch in her breath that would let him know said panties were sufficiently soaked.
But it never came.
“That works a lot for you, huh?” She tilted her head and eyed him with equal parts amusement and suspicion. “That whole innocent awww shucks naughty boy look combined with the dirty mouth. Spreads a lot of legs for you I bet.”
Fuck this woman didn’t do anything he expected. Even as the words came out of her mouth the color on her cheeks deepened to an almost crimson. He affected her, that much was obvious, but she apparently had a will power most women weren’t able to maintain around him. The combination of sass and sweetness made his cock harden to steel in his pants.
“I do okay.”
“I bet you do.” She shook her head slightly and removed her hand from their hot connection. “Anyway, I just wanted to come down and thank you for taking this seriously. I’ve noticed people slowing down and actually stopping at the sign lately, and I know it’s because of you guys. I appreciate the attention the department gave my complaints.”
“No problem, ma’am. I’m here to assist you in any way I can. Any. Way.” Bryan fought to keep his eyes centered on hers. To not let them slip down to the mounds of flesh dangling just at the edge of his peripheral vision. Women tended to get annoyed when men talked to their breasts. He learned that the hard way. But damn if he didn’t want to look his fill.
“You’re good. I’ll give you that.” Lexis laughed, obviously amused by his antics.
“So Lexus, as in the high class car? Because that would totally make sense.”
The blush that had started to fade away built back to full power once again at the apples of her cheeks. “Well, it was supposed to be Lexus as in the car, my Dad is a mechanic, but my Mom filled out the birth certificate and could give two shits about cars. She spelled it wrong so it is actually Lexis with an ‘i’ instead of the ‘u’.” She started to ramble a little, and the fact that it could possibly be because he affected her made Bryan swell with pride again.
“It suits you. I like it.” Bryan opened his mouth to ask her out for real, without the sexual undertones that naturally found their way into his conversations with women. But just as the words were about to let loose, the door to her house slammed closed and a boy of no more than five came streaking down the lawn. Streaking being the operative word. The kid was only wearing a pair of tighty whities.
The boy came to a halt right next to Lexis and his hands began flying in intricate gestures that Bryan immediately recognized as sign language. He was obviously upset about something. He huffed out deep breaths occasionally, and his face was tight with annoyance.
A soft smile crept onto Lexis’ face as she responded with her own string of signs. What was the deal with these two? Was she his babysitter or aunt or something? She couldn’t be his mom. Lexis was way too young and hot to be a mom. She couldn’t be more than twenty-one or twenty-two.
As the conversation between the two zipped back and forth Bryan shifted his focus from Lexis to the boy trying to follow along. He didn’t know anything about sign language, but noticed the boy kept repeating one sign that looked like he was pulling up his pants.
Lexis sighed in exasperation and pulled the boy to her side. “Sorry Officer Coy,” she kept signing as she said the words, apparently translating for the boy’s benefit. “This is my son, Ashton. Like most men, he is apparently incapable of doing anything without a woman giving him step-by-step instructions and can’t find any pants in the entire house.”
Bryan’s jaw dropped. This edgy, sexy woman was a mom? And if he had to guess it seemed like she was a good mom, treating the boy with equal parts firmness and humor.
“Well, we men are pretty useless when it comes to most things.” He shifted his gaze to the little boy, Ashton, and saw that the kid watched Bryan’s mouth as he talked. “Women think they know everything dude, get used to it.” He tried to speak clearly so the kid would catch his words, but not in an obnoxious over enunciating way.
The kid’s hands started flying again, as his mom translated for him. “Tell me about it. Know it alls.”
Lexis laughed and spun the boy around, gently pushing him toward to house. “Alright we are going inside before you two decide to crack a coup
le of beers and start complaining any more about women.” She walked backward while signing to the boy, and smiled at Bryan. “Nice meeting you Officer Coy. Stay safe.”
“Nice meeting you too Lexis. I look forward to seeing a lot more of you.” His words brought that blush back to her cheeks. God damn he liked how quickly she responded to his words. “By the way, Aston as in Aston Martin?”
“Only with an ‘h’, I guess it is a family tradition now.” She winked and turned back to chase her son inside.
Bryan sat in shock for a moment. He wanted that woman like he had never wanted anyone before. Even knowing she was a mom. He had no clue what the situation with the kid’s dad was, but he knew she wasn’t married. There was no ring on her finger, and no indent or tan line either. And if there was some idiot that had gotten her pregnant and failed to get his ring on her, that was his mistake.
Because Bryan knew at that moment that he would not hesitate one bit to steal her from any asshole that thought he had a hold on her. Lexis would be his, and Bryan swore he would keep her for as long as he could.
About Brandy
Brandy Ayers is a writer of erotic romance. Or romantic erotica, depending on how you look at it. She has been telling stories in one form or another since she was a child and decided her English / Irish heritage was boring. Instead, for a 4th grade class genealogy assignment, she weaved a tale of mystery and intrigue about her great, great grandpa chief of the Navajo tribe. No one bought it. Brandy lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, daughter, neurotic boxer, and Satan worshipping cat.
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