Justice Falling (32 page)

A huge breath leaves his chest but the scowl I can barely see in the shadows of night is still marring his lovely face. “Go to back to sleep.” He grips me protectively and I rub against his side like a cat, stretching and finding just the right position before I start purring. 

Gentle fingers glide along my arm, shoulder, neck, hairline and down along my hip and naked thigh. The caress is repeated over and over, sending dizzying bouts of lust through every limb. The sensation is wonderful and I roll completely onto my back, opening myself to him in the most vulnerable way. Chase’s large hand slips to my bare belly and covers the entire expanse. He’s huge compared to me.

An errant thumb lightly circles the edge of my panties. My breath puffs out in tiny frantic bursts of excitement. I feel the heat of his head at the base of my neck, his five o’clock shadow grating along my skin. His teeth nibble at my chin in a line to my mouth. Once there I take his lips into a feverish kiss. His tongue demanding entrance. I open for him. In this moment there’s nothing I want more than Chase, over me. On top of me. Completing me.

Chase drinks from the well of my mouth, biting into my bottom lip then moving to its twin. I groan,  needing, wanting, more. Finally his hand slides under my shirt to cup one full breast. I arch, pressing the heavy flesh into his strong hand, relishing the tingles that spread through my chest. I taste his breath as he moans his pleasure into my mouth. His  fingers fondle the globe teasingly. Then utter relief splatters across my senses as he brings the cup of my bra down and grazes his thumb over my aching tip. Bliss.

“Oh God,” spills from my throat as if ripped directly from the heavens. It’s guttural and raw. Chase is doing this to me. Turning me into something else, someone I don’t recognize. He swallows my cry as if he’s eating it, all lips, teeth and tongue.

With his thumb he pulls and pinches the tight peak, elongating it into a tender bit of flesh that’s tethered directly to the pleasure building in my core. I grip him hard pulling him to me, sliding my hands under his shirt to scratch my nails down the fine skin of his muscular back. He takes the advantage and slides my shirt up, exposing my chest to his gluttonous eyes. His hands push the bra down to fully squeeze and grope both breasts greedily, flicking and tugging at each tip, driving me insane with lust. I pray that he never stops touching them. I’d willingly serve them up on a platter every day if he would promise me this nirvana regularly. 

“Fuck, you have an incredible body!” he says as he pulls my right breast into his warm mouth. Sparks fly as the wet heat of his tongue sends ribbons of pleasure down to the ache between my legs. God I wish he’d touch me there. His other hand plucks and pinches my nipple’s twin, adding to the mounting tension spiraling through me. Heat infuses low in my belly and I arc my hips against his straining erection relishing in the heavy growl that leaves his lips. As he worships my tits I think I might actually come from him lavishing my breasts. He sucks and flicks the enlarged peak with the tip of his tongue until it glistens. He moves one hand up to my neck to settle at the nape. His thumb grazes my swollen cheek and I gasp as pain splinters out in every direction, dampening my excitement.

“Shit, Baby, I’m sorry. Fuck!” He backs away and I pull him with all my might. He’s a wall. An unmovable one. I want to throw my hands in the air and flail my limbs in a full soap opera worthy tantrum. He cannot set me on fire without putting me out.

He sits back on his haunches, watching me seethe.

“Chase, no. No, it’s okay. Really, I’m fine.” I place soothing kisses everywhere I can reach as I scoot into his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. With intent, I’ve placed my center directly against his raging erection. He slides his hands along my ass and grips me firmly, digging his rock solid cock against my clit.

I groan, head tilting back baring my neck. “God, yes!” His hand slides lightly along the column. I feel the melancholy building in him as he reverently touches the five perfect crescent shaped indents marring the skin there. They’re likely coupled with bruises that would resemble a man’s hand. A physical reminder of the torment I’d undergone only hours ago.

I shiver, forcing myself not to recoil. More than anything I
need
to let a man be close to me again. If not forever, at least for now, with
this
man. Damn, I promised myself I’d never be the victim again and here I am, covered in bruises, narrowly having escaped death by another abuser.

Chase lays me back against the bed, his soulful gaze filled with pain. “Gillian, I’m going to give you some relief, but we need to wait.” His words are meant to soothe but they only frustrate. I am not a porcelain doll. I can take whatever he dishes out and then some.

I look up at him, confusion and desire thick in the air around us. Before I can respond he slips his hand into my panties and plunges two fingers deep into my sex.

I cry out. Ecstasy invading every facet of my being. His long fingers press high and hard, sending waves of pleasure to rip through me. This is exactly what I wanted. Chase touching me. His thumb searches through my curls and finds the little bundle of nerves nestled there, sliding against it perfectly. He pumps his fingers in and out of me as he circles just the outside rim of my clit driving me wild. My hips buck and reach up into the air while my hands spread across the mattress, searching for something to grab onto. Anything that will keep me grounded to this earth. I twist the bedding in my fingers as his free hand lifts my shirt baring my breast to his waiting mouth. He covers one nipple and flicks the tip, sending naughty little pin pricks to the center of my excitement.

“So good!” I gasp.

My head moves from side to side, frantically trying to hold onto this feeling. It’s overwhelming and unique, just like the man who’s giving it to me. His fingers hook delectably inside me, digging harshly into that effervescing spot deep within. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, his thumb presses in tight circles over my clit as his teeth bite down on my nipple.

Gone. Set off into orbit. Pleasure shoots through my core, light explodes behind my eyes, and the sound of thunder pounds in my ears. I scream his name as my body quakes and convulses in a blinding orgasm.

Chase continues plucking every one of my erogenous zones until there’s nothing left but the automatic shake and twitch of well used muscles.

He kisses me with languid slow sweeps of his tongue and lips, his fingers still lodged deep within me, almost as if he doesn’t want to leave my heat. I sigh as he gently pulls his hand from my panties. His  eyes are so dark it’s like looking into a black hole. With his azure orbs laser focused on me, he brings his fingers to his mouth and leisurely licks them clean of my essence. A low purr resonates through my chest and out my lips. His eyebrow lifts into a perfect point as his tongue swirls around the long digits.

My eyes widen and grow heavy with lust as my hips set up a slow dance, waiting patiently for more of what I know he can offer.

“You taste so good, Baby. I can’t wait to have you. Here, taste.” He kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue and there’s something incredibly erotic and forbidden about it. Everything about Chase seems erotic and forbidden. When we’re both breathless he leans over me, his weight held up by the strong muscles in his forearms. I stretch, pointing my toes and reaching above my head until I feel relaxed and sated.

“Good,” he asks. His sly grin and cocky tone only make me want to jump him.

Then it dawns on me that he didn’t get anything in return. He goes to pull away but I reach out and grasp the obvious erection tenting his boxer briefs. Holy shit he’s big. This is going to be so good. I lick my lips in barely contained anticipation and mentally prepare to be blown away. He stills my hand.

Confusion and hurt play havoc with my frayed emotions. “What about you?” My voice sounds almost like a child’s. 

“That was for you, Baby. When you’re better, I
will
fuck you good and hard. That’s when I will make you mine. Until then, we wait.”

Acknowledgements

To my husband
Eric
– I will always love you more. Thank you for your unending support and encouraging me to chase after my dreams.

To my mentor
Jess Dee
– You will forever be a beautiful part of my journey in this crazy world of writing romance. I have such an incredible author to look up to. Read her books. You won’t be sorry people!  
www.jessdee.com
.

To my critique partner
Sarah Saunders
– I had no idea that when you offered to critique that you’d be so damn good at it. This book wouldn’t be my best had I not had you there to provide such thoughtful criticism, funny comments, and overall character evaluation. You kept me honest and knew when a past character was falling out of their personality. This book is as much for you as it is for me. I love you girl! Can’t wait to do it again!

To my soul sisters
Nikki, Dyani, and Carrie
– Without the three of you well, I just wouldn’t be me. I don’t think I would have taken the leap had my girls not pushed and prodded. Trinity Trilogy is up next…prepare to be blown away by your doppelgangers Maria, Bree, and Kathleen. BESOS for life!

To my editor
Alfie Thompson
– Thank you for always fitting me into your schedule and finding all my mistakes. Let’s do this writer/editor thing again sometime.

To my sisters
Jeana, Michele, and Denise
– Thank you for reading and loving my books and spreading the word to all your friends and pretty much anyone that will listen. I’ll love you forever.

To my beta readers:

Jeananna Goodall
– After I send my chapters to my critique partner I send them to you and wait patiently (or not so patiently) to hear your opinion. I love the way you experience my stories. It’s beyond what I could ever hope for. You’re my biggest cheerleader and loving supporter. I have come to count on your thoughts and feedback and I will never take you for granted. Thank you for being you girlie. I love all your pieces!

Ginelle Blanch
– You blow me away with your ability to catch errors after it’s been reviewed, critiqued, edited and edited again! You make my books better and my heart bigger by sharing your experience from the readers perspective. I “heart” you hard.

Niki Davis
– I still can’t get over that you randomly wanted to beta and that you live down the street from me. I look forward to getting to know you better. Thank you for reading and reviewing Justice and sharing your experience. I can only hope that readers fall in love with my stories the way you have.

Additional special thanks to the following:

To
Audrey’s Angels
– My official Audrey Carlan Street Team. I’m shocked, humbled, and so damn glad I have the most amazing women to lift me up and cheer me on. I dreaded starting a team because I was so worried that there wouldn’t be anyone who wanted to join. I was floored by the outpouring of your kindness, love, and support. I owe you all some serious prezzies.

To
Clista Seals
– You’re a beautiful human being and I rarely meet someone whose spirit is as lovely and kind as yours. Thank you for your friendship and support.

To
Emily Hemmer
– Your guidance and friendship knows no bounds. I love who you are, your passion about the written word, and your bitchy muse who brings the world the most beautiful stories I’ve ever read. Namaste my friend. 
www.emilyhemmer.com

To
Drue Hoffman
– Best blog tour chick in the universe! She does incredible book promoting services for authors with a special love for helping out the indies. Visit her site to view pricing and service offerings. You be sorry you did.
www.druesrandomchatter.com

To
Carol Ray
– Your support and love of indie authors is beautiful. Thank you for “pimping” me every chance you get, spreading the word far and wide about my books.

To
Tibbs Design
– Your uncanny ability to design the perfect cover to depict my novels is startling. Thank you for continuing to work with me and make beautiful art to comingle with my words.  
www.tibbsdesign.com

To
The Reed Files
- I love your photographs and adore that model Angelina is on the cover of all three of my novels. I had no idea that when I suggested I needed stripper pics that you’d deliver such incredible imagery. You are amazingly gifted. Need hot pics for your covers authors? Check out her work!
www.thereedfiles.com

Bad Ass Blogs & Authors

The following is a list of amazing author friends and blogs that have supported my work and propelled me into writing this novel. The constant friendship and love from this community knows no bounds. I’m grateful to each of these incredibly talented authors and the blogs that support an indie like me. Without all of you, I wouldn’t have believed Angel Falling was a success. If you’re an author or a reader, go check them out. You can thank me later.

Authors I Adore:

Emily Hemmer -
www.emilyhemmer.com

Jess Dee -
www.jessdee.com

Joya Ryan -
www.joyaryan.com

Lexxie Couper -
www.lexxiecouper.com

Liz Crowe -
www.lizcrowe.com

Raine Miller –
www.rainemiller.com

Bad Ass Blogs:

A Literary Love Affair

www.facebook.com/ALiteraryLoveAffair

Books and Friendz

http://www.booksnfriendz.blogspo.com.au/

Book Lovers Obsession

http://bookloversobsession.com/

Books and Beyond Fifty Shades

www.facebook.com/BooksandBeyondFiftyShades