by Mia Ford
By the time the elevator doors open on their floor, neither of them cares about making anyone else uncomfortable. The two are too enamored in one another.
As soon as the door opens, Carrie presses Johnathan out, backing him up until his back hits the wall behind them.
Carrie giggles as Johnathan grasps her, yanking her up so that her legs can swing around his waist.
Continuing to deepen the kiss, secured in Johnathan’s arms, Carrie weaves her fingers through Johnathan’s hair, reveling in the familiar, yet erotic taste of him.
Together, the couple stagger down the corridor, until they reach their room number.
Johnathan already has the key in hand and as he presses Carrie against the door, his eyes drop to the key slot. He shoves the key into the slot and opens the door, seemingly in one movement.
Once inside, Johnathan closes the door again and swings Carrie around, so that they both land on the bed.
Carrie yells out and holds on tight to Johnathan, who chuckles as he separates himself from her, only to gaze down at her.
Johnathan takes in Carrie’s magnetizing beauty. The red dress that she had decided to wear tonight was stark against the soft, alabaster skin that lead to her cleavage. While her long hair flowed around her head, like a golden crown. Her lips, a deep rouge, were moist and puffy from Johnathan’s kiss and her chest heaved, regaining the breath that was lost during their intimacy.
Johnathan was breathing hard too, but instead of strain, his heightened breathing had to do with anticipation as the endorphins raged inside of him.
He grinned down at Carrie, while his hand came up, curving around her throat, while his lips pressed into the nape of her neck.
Carrie groaned, her pelvis already thrusting upwards, as she felt the rough stubble of her lover’s cheek against her skin.
Already feeling moisture lubricating her center, Carrie was easing her way toward Johnathan’s manhood.
She wanted him badly and her womanly aching wasn’t going to allow her to hold out for long.
Carrie longed to feel him inside of her, pulsing with long, thrusting motions eradicating any doubt of his affections for her, more with every strike.
Even now, lovemaking was the only time when Carrie felt that Johnathan was truly letting himself go.
He wasn’t one to lose control and Carrie never thought that he would be. There was always a sense of reservation and pause, hiding behind every motion that he made but when the two of them were together in this way; hearts beating as one, bodies connecting, and souls entwining, Carrie was certain that she was receiving a completely unbridled Johnathan.
Pulling him close to her, she groaned, as she felt his lips slowly inch down her neck and across her chest, heading toward her cleavage.
As his lips neared her breasts, she felt his fingers coil around the sleeves of her dress, dropping them off her shoulders.
When he drew closer to the valley of her cleavage, she felt his hands peel the form-fitting dress down, until he was able to expose her bosom.
With a prideful, almost animalistic growl, Johnathan pressed his face into the center of her breasts, before grasping one with his hand.
Carrie felt her body quake with excitement as she eased herself up, so that she was closer to him.
He grinned, almost devilishly at her, before the pad of his thumb carefully stoked the dark portion of her breast, surrounding her hardened nipple.
Carrie shuddered, moving to sit up, but Johnathan straddled her, making it clear that he was in control.
Looking up at him, Carrie simpered, while his free hand ran through her hair, before tracing her hairline and trailing down the side of her body. The light touch of his fingertips, tracing her body, brought chills, trailing behind his touch, while with each circular motion of his thumb, pressing against her breast, Carrie felt a quaking in her pelvis.
She groaned as Johnathan thrust himself against her, applying pressure in an area that caused Carrie to cry out.
Johnathan chuckled before running his thumb over her nipple.
Again, Carrie shuddered, crying out, as bolts of excitement rocketed through her body.
Johnathan then eased himself down, so that his lips were even with her breasts. Carrie closed her eyes and rocked her head back, as Johnathan took her nipple into his mouth, making the same circular motion, he had with his thumb, but now with his tongue.
Carrie’s heart was thrusting in her chest hard now, while the wetness between her legs readied her to receive him.
“Oh, my God…” Carrie moaned, feeling her heartrate palpitate harder as her eyes rolled back and her fist clasped a strong hold on the comforter.
Carrie swallowed hard, but her mouth was dry with anticipation and her body quivered with need.
After Johnathan had appropriately teased each of her breasts, his hands spread to either side of her, his large grip encasing her tiny waist.
His grip was warm and slightly calloused. Her skin yearned for his touch and as he eased himself down, he took the dress with him, until he was gently sliding it off her legs and onto the floor, leaving behind her naked body.
Carrie’s whole body felt like it was vibrating, instigated by his foreplay.
Carrie sat up slightly, propping herself on her forearms, as she watched Johnathan undress.
His solid body was revealed to her, causing her need to intensify immensely. With her eyes in an alluring, come hither glance, she eased herself closer to him; wanting to feel his heavenly body against her skin. She pressed her nakedness against him and her breasts, which were still moist from his attention, tingled with delight upon rubbing against his solid, visceral physique.
Although Johnathan had conformed to a more clean-cut version of himself, upon re-entering society, the mountain man Carrie had fallen in love with was still exactly the same, underneath his clothes.
The scent of his essence, the taught rope of muscles that slinked across his chest each time he moved and the line of hair that started right below the waistline of his pants, creating a V, inviting Carrie to his manliness hadn’t changed.
The sight of him always took her breath away, but with the knowledge that he had chosen her, that he wanted to marry her, made this moment even more impressive.
He is mine! She thought, hardly able to contain her enthusiasm.
After holding her against him for a short time, he eased Carrie back onto the bed, following her as he eased her legs apart. She simpered at him as he slid himself toward the apex of her legs.
Carrie moaned as she felt his manliness against her. His pulsing member was warm and inviting. Her body was ripe, ready to be ravaged.
Already immensely enthralled by the feeling of her touch, Johnathan wasn’t sure how long he would be able to hold out before he climaxed.
The thought of her becoming his wife, in addition to the sensual nature of their current position had what seemed like all his bodily fluids rushing toward his manliness.
Johnathan was nearly overwhelmed by the broken dam of emotions and sensations that were consuming him.
Rubbing himself against Carrie, he could feel that she too was abundantly ready for him.
Wetness welcomed him, as he eased himself against her, splitting the veil of her femininity, without fully penetrating it.
“Oh God!” Carrie shuddered, grabbing his arms, and thrusting herself against him, indicating once again that she was ready.
So, the next time Johnathan eased toward her, he penetrated her, thrusting himself deeply into her, which caused Carrie to yell out.
“Yes…” She called as he eased back, before thrusting forward again, hastily picking up speed.
Each time he slid deeper inside of her, Carrie squeezed his arms harder and moaned.
It wasn’t long before the two of them were rocking back and forth, almost to the point of overexertion, teetering on the brink of mutual climax, when suddenly, with one final push, Carrie screamed, as Johnathan’s love exploded inside of her.<
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After a few more motions, the couple was left dizzy, breathless, and intensely satisfied.
When they are finished, Carrie leans back on the pillow, feeling a sense of gratification that supersedes anything she had ever felt before.
She grinned, turned over and snuggled up close to Johnathan. Though she was completely exhausted and still working on catching her breath, she can’t seem to settle into slumber.
Carrie is too eager at the prospect of truly starting her new life with her mountain man.
Passion
Blurb
I am a single dad with needs.
I am also a DEA agent with a huge attitude and a very big…gun.
Four bullets into my body and I am reminded that my little girl needs her dad.
I gotta keep her safe, even if that means leaving this place and getting into my little hometown.
And while we are recovering from the stress of big city, Jenny happens to me.
Jenny, the girl I babysat.
Jenny, the skinny innocent girl that has turned into a voluptuous beauty.
Jenny, whose gorgeous eyes melt my heart…and soul.
And then, I realize Jenny needs my protection too.
I’ll destroy everything in my path to claim her, mark her as mine.
Yes, this DEA agent will do all it takes to keep the two women in his life safe, and happy.
May be, this could turn into our happily ever after.
Who knows?
Prologue
“Get the fuck down!”
I felt the heat of the bullet as it swished past my head and smashed the window behind me into pieces. Glass rained over me as I rolled for cover, my gun held tightly in my hand. I looked to my left where my partner, DEA Agent Raul Garcia, was crouching behind a crate marked FRAGILE. He quickly stood up, fired two shots, and returned to his cover. His efforts were rewarded with a flurry of gunshots that slammed into the crate and the wall above him, showering him in plaster.
Raul looked over at me, frowning in anger.
I’m never going to hear the end of this, I thought.
We had gotten the tip this morning, a major drug deal that was supposed to go down with some major players involved. We had staked the place out for hours, half knowing that nothing was going to happen. For the past few months, our luck had been complete crap. The bad guys were getting a lot more tips than we were, and the DEA was going crazy trying to find out where the leak was.
That’s why it had been a surprise when a van pulled into the warehouse, followed by three cars, all with headlights off. Raul had wanted to call for backup, but I knew exactly what that meant. By the time anyone showed up, the mole would have sent a warning out, and we’d miss our chance. I needed a win. We all did, and I wasn’t going to let these guys slip away.
The only problem was that we were two DEA agents against what had turned out to be a dozen armed, trigger happy assholes who didn’t understand that freeze meant fucking freeze.
At least we broke up the party, I thought, but from the look on Raul’s face, I knew he didn’t feel the same way. Lately, he had been on my case about how reckless I was becoming, and this was the perfect situation he’d call me on later.
A bullet slammed into the wall above my head, and I winced, crouching down lower behind my cover. There was the distinct screech of tires, and I cursed under my breath. The gang was on the run, and the longer we stayed hidden, the less our chances were of coming out of this with anything other than a hit to our egos.
I took a deep breath and dashed across the space between my cover and Raul’s, keeping my head low as more bullets flew past, one grazing the nape of my neck. Raul pulled me down to the ground, stood up and fired, then crouched down again.
“You’re an idiot, you know that?” he said.
“Adrenaline, buddy,” I replied. “We live for it, right?”
“We could have waited for backup.”
“You know these assholes would have gotten a warning long before the cavalry got here,” I said.
“Yeah, we’re doing great on our own,” Raul said. “Tell you what? Remind me to rip you a new one when we get out of here.”
I smiled at him, trying my best to ignore the burning pain where the bullet had grazed my neck. I peeked out behind the crate. The van was still there, two men with guns on either side of it and a third lying on the ground dead. At least we had gotten a hit. A few feet away, three more men with guns were loading the trunk of one of the cars with what looked like cocaine packets, racing back and forth between the van and the car as they rushed to finish the deal we had interrupted.
“See that?” I gestured towards a metal staircase a few yards away. “You take the high ground. I’ll cover you.”
Raul looked at the staircase, then back at me. “This is a stupid idea,” he said.
“Come on, big boy,” I said. “You can do this.”
Raul grunted, moved to the edge of the crate and looked back at me, waiting. I nodded at him, and as soon as he broke cover, I was on my feet, firing. The combination took the two men by the van by surprise, and they fired aimlessly, not knowing who to concentrate on. I watched one of them slam into the van and fall in a heap as one of my bullets hit their target, and the other immediately turned to me, yelling as he returned my fire.
I crouched back down and watched Raul race up the stairs. The other men abandoned what they were doing and joined the fire fight, and I watched in horror as they aimed for Raul and fired. I broke cover, aiming my gun at the first of them and taking him down quickly. The others turned their attention back to me, and before I could get out of the way, I felt a sharp pain in my belly.
“Alex!”
I fell to my knees and rolled behind another crate, the pain in my stomach coursing through me like wildfire. It was as if my whole body had been set on fire and my guts were searing. Raul was calling my name over the sound of gunfire, and I quickly reloaded my gun. I looked down, blood spreading across my shirt from where the bullets had hit me. I felt the world around me swim in and out of focus.
There was more shouting, and I heard the sound of the car trunk being slammed shut.
They’re going to get away!
I pushed to my feet and looked around quickly for Raul, but he was nowhere to be found. The gunmen were firing at the walkway above my head, though, and I knew that although I couldn’t see him, Raul was definitely there. I used the distraction and broke cover again, firing at the two men, hitting one of them and sending the other scurrying away. Car tires screeched, and I hurried towards the van, feeling blood seep down the front of my legs as I struggled to keep my eyes from glazing over.
I raised my gun and fired at the car as it raced out in front of the van, the back window shattering as the car swerved and crashed into a heap of crates, wood exploding around it as it raced out of the warehouse. I fired again, knowing that it was useless, but far too angry and in too much pain to think straight.
I heard the gunshot before I felt the exploding pain in my leg, and I fell to the ground, crying out in pain, my gun flying from my hand. A gunman came out from behind the van just as I was pushing myself up, and fired. The bullet hit my chest and the impact threw me back, my head connecting with the hard, concrete floor.
Another volley of gunfire and the gunman collapsed onto the ground next to me, his dead eyes staring into mine.
The last thing I heard as my eyes closed and darkness took over was the distant sound of Raul yelling my name over and over again.
I was pretty sure I’d never open my eyes again.
Chapter 1: Alex Logan
“Are we there yet?”
I glanced up at my twelve-year-old daughter Kelly in the rearview mirror, her eyes glued to her phone. The frown on her face reflected the frustration I felt at being asked the same question for maybe the tenth time in the last hour, and a part of me wondered if it ever got old.
Whine much, Kelly? I wanted to say, but held my tongue. If there was one
thing I had learned over the years, it was that my daughter had a tongue as sharp as mine, and my sarcasm was only going to be returned ten-fold. So, I didn’t reply and returned my attention to the road.
I could hear Kelly shift in the seat, moving about loud enough to reflect her discomfort before she followed it with a deep and annoyingly loud sigh. The trip to Connecticut was taking its toll on the both of us, and between cheap motels and hours on the road, we were this close to snapping at each other.
She’s just a child, Alex.
My wife Janice’s soft voice whispered in my ear. It was so real I turned toward the passenger seat, almost believing I’d find her sitting there.
I let out my own sigh. No, she wasn’t there. She’d never be there again. It was a fact I was still trying to reconcile, her death, even after all these years. I glanced in the rearview mirror at Kelly, the physical clone of her mom. Twelve-year-olds were the new sixteen, and this early bloomer was quickly turning into a miniature copy of yours truly. She had her mom’s beauty and my bad attitude. It was turning out to be a scary combination.
“Dad?”
“We’re an hour away, sweetheart,” I replied, trying to smile as best as I could.