High Octane Heroes (25 page)

A deep breath shuddered out. His hands cupped hers against his chest. “I went a little crazy, getting to you.”

“I knew you’d be there. Even though I knew you shouldn’t come.”

His chest billowed around another deep breath, and she relaxed, knowing they’d get past this. That his fear had been real. That he would have faced down eighty men to save her or die trying.

That thought alone made her shiver. “I won’t have you watching my back when I’m a cop.”

“I’ll learn to deal, Jenn. At least, you won’t be up against the worst every goddamn day.”

She nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. “Maybe I’m not what you need.”

His head swung toward her. His dark-navy gaze caught hers and held. “You’re
everything
I need.”

The raw texture of his voice made her melt.

He turned and she slid over his spread thighs, straddling him again. His mouth found hers, rubbed once then opened.

She was ready, thrusting her tongue to greet his, suctioning gently to pull his into her mouth. They fed on each other’s lips, rubbing, sucking, licking, with more desperate force than finesse. When she leaned back, she glanced down at his chest. “Time to lose that uniform. You smell like pepper spray,” she drawled, wrinkling her nose.

“I should shower.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to wait. I need you inside me.”

With his jaw clamping tight, Danny stood with her in his arms then dumped her on the mattress again. She smiled and set her head on a bent arm to watch as he quickly stripped.

When he was nude, all six-foot-three of ripped muscle and
tanned skin, she went to her knees and peeled back the coverlet, tossed away the pillows, and lay in the center of the bed.

He came at her from the end of the mattress, crawling on his hands and knees, a look of feral concentration on his face, something that set her nerves jangling. God, she loved his fierceness, even when he was angry with her. Maybe especially when he was looking this mean.

Danny Crispin was a primal male, tempered by combat, forged in tragic loss. That he loved her, thought her worthy of all that strength and dedication humbled her. She knew what he needed from her and spread her legs, giving him unspoken submission.

His head dipped between his shoulders, and he buried his face between her legs, breathing in her clean scent, shaking his head side to side as he rubbed his bristled cheeks and jaw between her folds.

The rasp of his beard chafed her delicate skin, but she bent her knees and raised her hips, offering more.

His large hands slipped beneath her, cupped her buttocks. A deep growling moan filled the room a moment before his open mouth sucked her labia inside where his tongue stroked, teasing the shaved lips, delving between to lap up the fluid oozing from inside her.

Jenna kept her hands folded beside her head. Held her body still as he licked up her folds to tease her clit, then back down, beneath her pussy. Her breath caught on a sharp gasp when he flicked the tip of his tongue against her small furled hole.

His gaze darted up; his mouth lifted to give her a wicked, tight smile.

She knew how she looked. Face flushed, her belly beginning to quiver and jump. Her eyes would be large and round, her lips swollen because she’d bitten them and hadn’t even known.

Swiping her tongue across her bottom lip, she watched his eyelids dip, his nostrils flare. He dropped her bottom and lunged forward, slipping a hand beneath her back to cradle her close, laying the other atop her breast to squeeze. His head descended, and his mouth took hers in a hard, grinding kiss.

Not that she minded one bit. She tasted herself on his lips. She thrust her hands into his hair, raked his scalp with her nails and bit his tongue, a goad he wouldn’t ignore.

Danny gave another growl. His cock slid between her vaginal lips, rocking forward and back, wetting his shaft. She wriggled beneath him, trying to dip lower to capture the tip, but he moved back, so quickly she’d barely blinked her eyes open before he flipped her to her belly.

So he was still in fight mode. She scrambled to get her knees beneath her, faking an attempt to escape, but his hard hands gripped her buttocks, centered her, and his cock nudged once before plunging inside her pussy.

Jenna gave a muffled shout.

He chuckled. The sound was deep and dirty. With his hands, he forced her hips backward, fully sheathing his cock. But then he held still inside her for several long moments.

Jenna got her elbows beneath her and shot a glare over her shoulder. “Gonna move sometime?”

His eyes glittered in the lamplight. “I want to let the storm inside.”

Her eyes narrowed, not understanding until he slid from inside her, crawled off the bed and padded to the window. She reached quickly for the lamp and turned it off, just as he whipped back the curtains and flung up the bottom pane. Hot, wet wind blasted inside. Light gleaming from the bathroom wouldn’t be enough to let the neighbors see inside.

“The floor will get wet,” she muttered.

He glanced over her shoulder. “Do you really care?”

“Guess it depends on whether you’re planning to distract me.” She laid down the challenge, loved the hard curve of his mouth as he stomped back to the bed.

His hand darted out, grabbing a pillow. She started to roll away, but he stepped onto the bed, bracketing her between his feet.

She stared up, her gaze snagging on his thick, hard cock, bobbing high against his belly. “Come down to me,” she whispered, rising to her knees.

He dropped, causing the mattress to bounce. She aimed a glare, tucked her damp hair behind her ears then bent toward his straining sex.

His fingers gripped her skull, guiding her, taking charge, aiming her down, beneath his cock. She stuck out her tongue and flicked it at his balls. He kept them shaved, for her. Something she appreciated as she swiped the velvet sac. His hands forced her closer and she opened her mouth, engulfing his hard stones. Everything about him was hard, so damn masculine. She loved that about him. Reveled in it. All man but still not an asshole. How had she gotten so damn lucky?

Jenna brought her hands into play, gripping his shaft.

His fingers dug into her scalp and forced her mouth upward. She slicked her tongue up his long cock, curled the tip around his corona and then sucked him inside her mouth.

His breath hissed between his teeth, and a smile stretched her mouth. So did his thick cock as she bent over him, taking his length down her throat. Swirling her tongue, she teased him as she fought his grip to rise and fall, sinking deeper and deeper.

Danny gave her hair a stinging pull, tugging her off his cock, then forced her down on all fours in front of him. His fat, blunt
head found her entrance, butted against it once, and then his dick sank all the way inside.

She let loose a long, trembling moan and resettled her knees to lift her bottom, inviting him to plunge deeper. A sharp slap landed on one cheek, and she let out a surprised laugh. Another landed and her pleasure gushed to coat the thickness ramming up inside her.

When his calloused thumb pressed against her anus, she let loose a groan. “Oh, please, Danny.”

“Want me to stop?”

“Fuck no. Jesus, that feels so good.”

His thumb pushed inside, a burning stretch that had her pussy and asshole clenching. His hips renewed their hard, sharp movements, slamming his lower belly and groin against her, slapping sweat and leaking pleasure, echoing the pulsing, wet wind that washed over them.

The moment felt elemental, destined. A silly sentiment if she’d thought about it any other time, but the man straining behind her, pounding into her, was a hard, buffeting force, his breaths coming in ragged gasps and chopped groans to match her own shuddering sighs.

When her orgasm consumed her, she almost cried out a complaint because she was nearing the end. But the strength of it stunned her, curling tightly inside her core, pulsating outward toward her limbs until she collapsed against the bed.

They lay in a tangle, his body blanketing hers. A kiss landed on her shoulder. “I don’t want to leave.”

“Then don’t. Ever.”

“Could get complicated,” he murmured.

“When is it anything else?” She reached back a hand and caressed his cheek. “Lie with me.”

“I should close the window.”

Jenna shook her head against him, her lips curving. “I like storms.”

Danny smiled, pulled free and spooned his body around hers. They both faced the window with its billowing curtain. Everything precious lay inside his grasp. A feeling of homecoming, of hope for a happy future, eased away the last of the fear and anger that had ridden his body throughout the night.

He slid his hand between her legs, cupping her sex, feeling possessive and pleased.

Jenna let out a deep sigh, and her breaths evened out in sleep.

Outside, the wind died down, and the last jagged white forks descended from a pitch-black sky.

MICHAEL BRACKEN,
an award-winning writer of fiction, nonfiction and advertising copy, is the author of almost nine hundred short stories, several of which have appeared in Cleis Press anthologies.

 

SIDNEY BRISTOL
is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in Russia and Thailand, working with children. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, and reading.

 

BRINDLE CHASE
, an award-winning and best-selling author, brings us worlds of rapid action and smoldering love from a unique perspective as a male author. His sexy stories of contemporary and paranormal erotic romance and erotica will melt your E-reader.

 

CHRISTINE D’ABO
loves exploring the human condition through a romantic lens. She takes her characters on fantastical journeys that change their hearts and expand their minds. When she’s not writing, she can be found chasing after her children, dogs or husband.

 

ADELE DUBOIS
is a multipublished author of erotic romance. Before turning to fiction, Adele wrote for newspapers and magazines in the United States, Caribbean and United Kingdom. Adele and her real-life Navy hero husband enjoy their eastern Pennsylvania home where she is working on her next novel.

 

TAMSIN FLOWERS
, a naughty girl on a journey of self-discovery as an erotic writer, is as keen to entertain her readers as she is to explore every aspect of female erotica. Hoping to touch you on your most erotic zones, she writes lighthearted stories that are sexy and fun.

 

SHARON HAMILTON
loves all things paranormal: angels, dark angels, watchers, guardians, upogenie and vampires. She also has developed a series of hot romantic suspense Navy SEAL stories. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love—not exactly what they taught you in Sunday School!

 

TAHIRA IQBAL
took a very early retirement from the film and TV industry to follow her passion and true calling for writing.

 

ELLE JAMES
spent twenty years livin’ and lovin’ in South Texas, ranching horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus. A former IT professional, Elle happily writes full-time, penning adventures that keep her readers begging for more. When she’s
not writing, she’s traveling, snow-skiing, boating or riding her ATV while concocting new stories.

 

ALICE JANELL
is a romance author who enjoys hoarding more yarn than she can knit with. Alice is currently living in Okinawa, Japan with her daughter and real-life romance hero husband: a bagpipe-playing, kilt-wearing marine. She promises she’s not making him up.

 

JENNY LYN
is a writer of naughty stories and a lover of all things Southern. She’s a published author and contributor to the anthologies,
Best Women’s Erotica 2013
and
Felt Tips
.

 

MACY MAN
was a true Southern belle, until she discovered the delicious world of erotic romance. Now she pens racy romances to please a reader’s heart, mind and body.

 

LEAH RIDGEWOOD
became a storyteller in bed while she lay awake imagining how her most improbable fantasies could come true. She lives with her husband in San Francisco, where her kinky and quirky
Sex in San Francisco
series is set.

 

SABRINA YORK
, Her Royal Hotness, writes naked erotic fiction for fans who like it hot, hard and balls-to-the-wall, and erotic romance and fantasy for readers who prefer a slow burn to passion. Publishing in multiple genres, Sabrina loves writing all kinds of hot, humorous stories.

DELILAH DEVLIN
is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical and contemporary stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…”
(Paranormal Reviews).

Ms. Devlin has published over a hundred and twenty erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths. She is published by Atria/ Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Running Press and Samhain Publishing. Her published print titles include
Into the Darkness
,
Seduced by Darkness
,
Darkness Burning
,
Darkness Captured
,
Down in Texas
,
Texas Men
,
Ravished by a Viking
and
Enslaved by a Viking
. She has appeared in Cleis Press’s
Lesbian Cowboys
,
Girl Crush
,
Fairy Tale Lust
,
Lesbian
Lust
,
Passion
,
Lesbian Cops
,
Dream Lover
,
Carnal Machines
,
Best Erotic Romance (2012)
,
Suite Encounters, Girl Fever
and
Girls Who Score.
For Cleis Press, she edited 2011’s
Girls Who Bite
, and 2012’s
She Shifters
and
Cowboy Lust
. In 2013, she’ll be adding full-length titles published by Montlake Romance.