Book 2 of the Brothers in Blue Series...
BROTHERS IN BLUE: MARC
The Brothers in Blue Series, book #2
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
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Meet the men of
Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will
change the rest of their lives. This is Marc’s story…
Officer Marc Bryson doesn’t believe women should be in law
enforcement. Ever. When his older brother, Max, is promoted to the small town’s
police chief the first thing he does is hire a woman fresh out of the academy.
Then makes Marc her Field Training Officer.
Determined to follow in her late father’s footsteps, Leah
Grant has the moxie to break any glass ceiling that stands in the way from
becoming a police officer. Even if that means proving to her coach—who only
wants her in his bed and not in the field—she’s worthy of being a permanent
member of the force.
Working in a man’s world, Leah challenges Marc’s
misconceptions about women in the line of duty. But as they struggle to
separate their work life from their undeniable chemistry, things continue to steam
up and get a little kinky. These two officers of the law must toe the line
after being caught red-handed.
In the end, can Leah prove to Marc that she is good as
backup as well as in bed?
Xcerpt:
Leah eyeballed the ATV. She
had never ridden one before and, naturally, it had a single seat like on a
motorcycle, so they’d be riding in tandem.
“Helmet?” she asked when he
mounted the ATV and shimmied up toward the handlebars so she could climb on
behind him. And straddle his hips. And tuck his ass in between her thighs.
Not that she was giving all
that intimate contact much thought. Right.
“None needed. We’re taking a
leisurely ride, not racing around.” He nodded at Menace who sat crookedly, his
pink, slobby tongue hanging out the side of his mouth while he panted. “Plus,
dufus here will want to keep up, and I don’t want him running too hard on
growing bones.”
He gave her a hand to help
steady her as she lifted her leg up and over, settling in behind him. The heat
from his body warmed her inner thighs and…other places.
“You’re going to have to
hold on tight. I don’t want to dump you in the dirt.”
Leah tentatively placed her
hands on his waist, trying to avoid the sticky situation they had been in
earlier in the day. Maybe today wasn’t the best day for such close contact.
“Tighter.” He grabbed her
wrists and pulled them around his body until her hands almost reached his belly
button. She ended up smashed against his back. She wished both of them had worn
thicker shirts since her nipples were hard and there was no way he wasn’t
noticing them poking him from behind. She cursed silently.
“Pulled pork!” The words
escaped him in a burst.
“What?”
Marc shook his head and
groaned. “I hope Ma is making pulled pork for dinner.”
“Oh.”
“Hold on,” he commanded as
he started the machine between their legs and hit the accelerator.
The ATV jumped forward,
whipping her back. She scrambled to get a better hold onto the man in front of
her. Menace galloped awkwardly alongside the four-wheeler, barking in
excitement. At least the puppy was smart enough to stay away from the front.
Like the first day of work,
Marc went smoothly into his tour guide persona. “My parents own two hundred
acres. Right before my pop retired from the force, he started planting trees.
Lots and lots of Christmas trees. It’s been a great venture for him since he
retired to keep busy and out of my mother’s hair.”
He drove slowly between a
barn and a newer looking pole building. The sign above the door said Boneyard Bakery.
“That’s Max’s wife’s new
place. Dad and Max built it for Amanda so she could start her own business.”
Sounded like a loving family
to her. It was nice to see a wife and in-laws getting along so well. “What does
she bake?”
“Dog biscuits. Natural, or
organic, or some such shit. Tree-hugger bones for dogs.”
Leah coughed to cover up her
laugh at his description. She’d have to keep her own tree-hugging ideas to
herself, since he apparently had such an ill opinion of them. “I’m sure Menace
enjoys them.”
He turned his head to look
at the clumsy dog still keeping up. “Yeah. Don’t ever make the mistake of
letting him in there. I don’t want to have to replace her ingredients again.”
Leah chuckled. She could see
a dog named Menace creating havoc in a building full of dog treats.
“You’re laughing, but I’m
serious. I took a financial hit on that one.”
Once they cleared the
buildings, he gave the ATV more gas and she found them riding along a dirt path
between rows of pruned Christmas trees. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, of
them. The acreage was divided by smooth trails into squares of trees of
different sizes and types as far as her eyes could see.
The trees were healthy and
beautiful, and she bet during a fresh snow they look magical. Christmassy.
Fantastical. But her attention kept returning to the man in front of her. The
one settled between her legs.
His military short hair
wasn’t even getting messed up, unlike hers. It would take forever and a miracle
to get the knots out later. She regretted not taking the time to put her hair
up into bun, or at least a pony tail.
“You live close?” she asked
the back of his neck. Staring at his skin, she wanted to reach out and taste
him with the tip of her tongue to see if he was salty. She sighed as she
imagined pressing her lips to the top of his spine. The vibration of the engine
and his denim-clad ass pressing against her made her pussy twinge. Heat was
building at her core and she felt wet with longing.
“I recently bought the farm
that butts up against this one.”
Leah swallowed hard, trying
to concentrate on what he was saying. “You wanted to be close to your parents?”
“Yeah sort of, since they’re
getting older, but the major reason was it went cheap and had fifty acres they
can use to expand the tree farm.”
Wow. Fifty acres. The
biggest piece of land she’d ever lived on was a small lot in the suburbs
growing up. One where it only took twenty minutes to mow. With an old rotary
mower.
“Pop already started some
seedlings on it.”
She wiggled against him
trying to relieve some of the numbness in her rear from sitting on the hard
seat, as well as the growing hunger between her legs. The scooching pushed her
pussy tighter against his ass, the sensitive peaks of her nipples brushing
across his back. The intensity of the heat and tightness in her lower body made
her close her eyes and bite her lower lip for a moment. Her breath puffed
against the base of his neck.
“Pig ears!”
“What?”
Marc scrubbed the top of his
head with his palm. “Uh, Menace’s favorite chew toy.”
While she was having a
meltdown being pressed against him, he’s spouting off about his dog’s toy. “And
what does that have to do with planting trees?”
“Nothing. I got…distracted.”
So, their bodies being
mashed together while he putted through the rows of trees was affecting him as
much as her. Good to know, but it didn’t do anything to solve her sticky
situation. Simply, only two solutions came to mind. Get off the ATV and walk
back to the house. Or…
She rested her face next to
his neck, her breath warm and moist against his skin. Goosebumps appeared on
his arms and he tightened his grip on the handlebars until his knuckles were
white.
She flattened her fingers on
his stomach and slid them up until she found his tight nipples…and hard rings?
He had piercings in both nipples. She hadn’t noticed them under his shirt until
she felt them. Interesting. She
traced both of them with her fingers before heading south. Slowly, though. Oh
so slowly. His stomach was ripped, she discovered as she felt the bulges of his
muscles on her way down. She wanted to count each firm muscle to see if he
truly had a six-pack, but she was on a mission. Both of her hands landed on his
hips, squeezing for a moment before meeting in the middle.
The ATV suddenly swerved,
causing her to rock against him. The denim under her fingers was stretched to
almost the breaking point. His length hard and thick under his jeans.
“Ham bone!”
Was that some sort of safe
word? She looked at him curiously. “Do you have fantasies about pig products?”
“No, just about the woman
behind me.”
With a little smile, she
tucked one hand down between his thighs to where his balls were. He was
emitting heat like a furnace. Hot and full. And she wanted everything he had to
offer. After she was left wanting earlier, she needed a release. And she wanted
a good one. No, not good. Glorious. A seeing-stars type of orgasm.
“Fuck, Leah,” he groaned and
jerked the four-wheeler to a stop. “What are you doing to me?”
“Nothing you don’t want done.”
He killed the power to the
ATV. “Get off.”
She was trying to. In more
ways than one. But before she dismounted the four-wheeler, she grabbed his
crotch tighter and bit the back of his neck.
His voice broke like a
tween’s as he yelled, “Get off!”
She quelled her knowing
smile and scrambled off the recreational vehicle, and he quickly followed.
With a hand to the back
collar of his T-shirt, he yanked it over his head and tossed it to the ground.
Wasting no time, he grabbed the hem of hers to pull it off too, throwing it
next to his.
Grabbing her upper arms, he
jerked her toward him. “God, I just want to feel you against me.”
Through the fog in her
brain, she hoped he wanted more than that. Way more. Because she was about to
climb him like a slippery slope.
He wrapped his arms around
her, pulling her close. The skin to skin contact set off little electric shocks
throughout her. With ease, he unsnapped her bra and let it fall to her elbows.
With a shake, she let it drop the rest of the way to the ground. She wanted to
press herself against him to feel the light dusting of chest hair he had and
his gold hoops brush against her nipples. But he had other ideas as he held her
away. He cupped a hand around her breast, stroking the nipple with his thumb.
He captured the other in his mouth, tasting her, sucking, kneading the fleshy
mounds. Her head fell back, her mouth opened as she screamed silently. The pull
of his mouth ignited all kinds of feelings in her. Dirty, naughty, filthy
feelings. All the good ones.
He switched and concentrated
his attention on the other nipple which stood erect due to the attention of his
fingers. He sucked her whole nipple into his mouth, while pinching and twisting
the other one. Her knees buckled. She tried to catch herself with a hand to his
shoulder, but he guided her down on top of their clothes.
He straddled her, staring
down into her face. She could just imagine what she looked like. Her expression
lax, her lips parted, her eyes hooded. But she couldn’t read his. The only
reaction she noticed was his nostrils flaring and his pecs flexing, like he was
having an internal battle with himself.
Oh no. She wasn’t going to
let him go this time leaving her wet and unsatisfied. No, she wasn’t. She
cupped her own breasts and pinched both of her nipples, stretching them away
from her body. A breathless whimper escaped her.
With a curse, he tugged at
the button on his jeans and wrenched on the zipper impatiently. He rammed both
hands deep into the open jeans and pulled out exactly what she wanted, sliding
the denim down enough to frame his amazing cock and sac. “Is this what you
want?”
“Yes.” She lifted herself to
her elbows, then pushed herself up until she could plant her palm on his chest
and shove him backwards. He let himself go and Leah sank between his spread
legs, grasping what he offered. He wormed his jeans down more to give her
better access.
Her fingers squeezed him at
the root. Watching a drop of glistening precum appear. She lowered her head,
her hair hiding her face like a curtain, to lick the crown of his cock clean.
And then she swallowed him
deep.
He said things. Lots and
lots of things. He shoved his fingers into her hair, curling them into fists.
Every time he pulled her hair rougher, she sucked him harder. His hips rose and
sank in rhythm to her mouth, her hand.
And then he was talking
louder. He repeated the same word. His hands released her hair and pushed on
her shoulders. She hesitated long enough to hear what he was saying.
“Stop. Stop. Stop.”
She glanced up to see the
cords in his neck tight, his face flushed, his torso twisted.
She freed his cock, shiny
from her saliva.
“I was about to come.” He
shifted onto his side, pulling out his wallet. With shaky fingers, he grabbed a
condom with a wrapper so worn that it looked like it he’d been carrying it
around for a while. She plucked it from his fingers and before he could
protest, ripped the wrapper open with her teeth, spitting the corner out of her
mouth onto the ground. When he tried to sit up, she pushed him back down. “No.”
Mixed emotions crossed his
face as she rolled the condom down his shaft. Excitement, surprise, and maybe
even a little fear.
She kicked off her boots and
wiggled out of her jeans and panties, not caring where they landed when she
threw them. And in one move she was above him and sinking down over his hard
length without even a how-ya-doin’. As he filled her deeply, so deeply, she closed her eyes for a
moment, just reveling the feel of him stretching her to her limits. Neither of
them moved. Their hips were still, but their chests both bellowed with harsh
breaths. Even without motion, she was on the edge. It had been so long…
Then his thumb found her
clit and she opened her eyes, watching him as she began to move. Began to speed
up. Riding him hard, taking every inch of him. Squeezing him tight within her.
She slammed her pelvis down again and again as he circled her clit, the rough
pad of his thumb making her cry out and tilt her hips.
And she wanted him to watch
her too. She didn’t school her face. She didn’t care what she looked like as
the pleasure overwhelmed her. A climax crashed through her, but she planted her
hands on his chest. Hooking two fingers into his nipple rings, she tugged. Her
pace never slowed.
The word “again” ripped from
her throat. She was wet and getting slicker with each thrust. Her body was
vibrating, shaking, as her insides clenched down around him. Her pussy squeezed
him as she climaxed once more. She gasped at the intensity.
“Oh fuck. Fuck me,” he
groaned. His eyes closed and color bloomed on his chest. He tensed and his
pulsating cock swelled even more as he released violently deep inside her with
a yell.
She collapsed on him with a
sigh, careful not to dislodge him. He hadn’t begun to soften yet and as long as
he was hard, she wanted him within her.
She pushed the damp hair out
of her face and realized Menace’s blocky head was only inches above theirs.
With a soft woof, the puppy lapped at Marc’s face with a slimy, slobbery
tongue.
Marc’s face became a mask of
disgust as he rubbed at the thick saliva clinging to his forehead. “Oh fucking
yuck, asshole!”
JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic
romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started
writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage
angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.
Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up,
was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She
writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up
in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for
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