Book 3 of the Brothers in Blue Series...
BROTHERS IN BLUE: MATT
The Brothers in Blue Series, book #3
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
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 Matt’s story…
As a former Marine, Matt Bryson has dealt
with PTSD ever since coming home from the Middle East. He finds himself
fortunate to be able to return to his job as a cop at the local police department
with his brothers Max and Marc.
Dr. Carly Stephens works hard as an
obstetrician at the local hospital, struggling to pay off her medical school
loans, financially support her elderly parents, and save money to adopt a baby.
Unable to have children, she still longs for one of her very own.
Instantly attracted to the Dictator
Doctor, Matt finds Carly easily brings him to his knees both emotionally and
physically. What starts out only as a convenient sexual relationship turns into
a whole lot more when dealing with their pasts and their future. Especially
since Matt doesn’t ever want children.
Matt and Carly find themselves on a
passionate and emotional journey that can either bring them together or rip
them apart.
Note:
This book can be read as a stand-alone and has an HEA ending. Due to the
sensual and explicit sexual nature of the story, it is intended only for
readers 18+. Trigger warning: this book includes a main character who is
dealing with PTSD.
Xcerpt:
He secured the flap on his tent and
strode toward the house with a purpose. And that purpose was to be between
Carly’s soft thighs within the next few minutes.
He slowed as he walked through the
sunroom and entered the kitchen. She was bent over in front of the fridge,
moving things around. She straightened with a large pan in her hands. When she
turned, she squeaked in surprise, and then visibly relaxed when she recognized
him.
“Jesus, Matt. You gave me a
freaking heart attack.”
“Sorry.” He moved closer and
glanced at the dish in her hand. “Is that my mother’s lasagna?”
Amusement filled him as her cheeks
reddened and she looked guilty.
“Yes. I couldn’t sleep. Her lasagna
kept calling out to me.”
“Good shit, isn’t it.” Not a
question but a confirmation. His mother’s cooking definitely was the bomb. She always
stocked the kitchen and then acted like he couldn’t figure out who did it.
He knew she had a key. He wouldn’t
complain about her invading his privacy as long as she continued to drop off
homemade dishes like her lasagna. It sure beat military chow. Or MREs. Or a
mouthful of sand.
Matt frowned.
“Are you mad I’m eating it? It’s
addictive.” She slid the pan onto the counter and pulled off the plastic wrap.
He realized she thought he was
frowning because of her actions, not his own thoughts. “No. I don’t blame you
for pilfering my meal.”
She smiled. “Want some?”
“Hell yes, I want some.” His voice
even sounded husky to his own ears.
She turned toward him with a
spatula in her hand, her robe gaping enough for him to get a healthy eyeful.
“You’re not talking about lasagna, are you?”
“No.”
“Is this going to be a nightly
thing?” she asked, smirking. She licked some sauce off her finger, causing his
cock to stir.
“Lasagna?”
“No. Sex.”
He sure hoped so. “I’ll leave that
up to you to decide.” He closed in, unable to keep his eyes off her in that
sexy, clingy robe. Wrapping his arms around her, he slid his palms along the
silky fabric at her waist and buried his nose into her neck, inhaling deeply.
“Oh, sure. Put the pressure on me,”
she murmured, dropping the spatula on the counter with a clatter.
Her nipples pebbled beneath the
robe, and he tucked a finger where the fabric met in the V over her breasts. He
tugged and, from where he tucked his face, could see the upper curves of her
breasts easily.
His cock grew painfully hard. He broke
her hand free from the counter where she gripped it like a lifeline and placed
it over the bulge in his BDUs. “No pressure. You can say yes to this, or no.”
“Sounds fair,” she said, swallowing
hard.
“Very fair. Which one is it? Yes?”
He slid her hand up to the top of his erection. “Or no.” He pushed it back
down. Her fingers closed around him and squeezed. He groaned against her skin
and thrust into her palm.
“By the way, I told your mom we’re
just roommates,” she said, her voice ragged, her breath hitched.
“Good,” he whispered into the crook
of her neck. He traced her collar bone with his tongue, pushing the fabric out
of his way, then sank his teeth gently into her shoulder.
Carly gasped and leaned back
against the counter. He quickly untied the sash of her robe and it fell open.
“You don’t want lasagna?” she asked
shakily, her eyes hooded as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Fuck the lasagna.”
“Don’t ever say that in front of
your mother, she’d cry—” Her words turned into a gasp as he pressed his mouth
against the skin above the narrow strip of hair at her pelvis.
Her fingers gripped his head,
directing him lower, but he resisted and looked up her body instead. “Turn
around.”
Her face appeared flushed, though not
from embarrassment. From need. She clearly wanted this as much as he did. She
turned to face the counter.
“Drop the robe.”
Without a word, she slid the silky
fabric over her shoulders and it slipped to the floor. He nibbled along the
globes of her ass, appreciating the roundness, the firmness. He separated her
cheeks, running his tongue along the crease.
“Matt…”
“Hush.”
Her thighs trembled against him. He
stroked a finger between her legs, finding her wet with arousal. She was so
responsive to his touch. The thought became heady and intoxicating. As he
slipped a finger inside her with ease, she groaned, pushing her hips toward him,
giving him better access to slide in another. Her pussy, slick and ready, gave
him no resistance.
He climbed to his feet and observed
the woman before him. Her head bowed, making her loose blonde hair a curtain. Her
breath became rapid, ragged.
She was perfect.
Her head rose and she peered over
her shoulder when he stepped away to pull out one of the kitchen chairs. He
shoved his BDU’s down to his ankles and stepped out of them, his hard-on
bobbing painfully with each movement he made. He sat on the wooden chair and
held out a hand to her. “Come sit on me.”
Without hesitation she came over
and straddled him, perching above him. He grabbed the root of his cock, placing
it at her entrance and when he held it perfectly aligned, she sank down upon
him with a shaky sigh. He closed his eyes and held his breath as her wet heat
enveloped him. The weight of her body pushed him inside her as far as was
possible. Balls deep, he blew out a breath before opening his eyes.
Placing her hands on his shoulders,
she gazed down into his face. And then she smiled, which made his cock twitch
deep within her. When she began to move, she controlled the pace.
She started excruciatingly slow,
rising and falling on him. Tilting and circling her hips. He released her waist
and brushed his thumbs over her nipples, marveling how hard the flesh could
become. He sucked a nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the
tip, flicking it. Little noises escaped her with each lift and lower of her
body.
Oh fuck, he belonged inside of her.
She had been made for him. Why did he find her too late? Why couldn’t he have
met her before he became too broken to fix?
He pressed his mouth against her
other nipple, scraping his teeth over the peak. She cried out and ground down
upon him, drawing a gasp from him.
She repeated something over and
over. His name. “Matt… Matt… Matt…”
His chest tightened as he looked up
at her. She tried to make eye contact, attempting a connection. He couldn’t
allow that to happen. If he did, he could be…would be lost.
And maybe this time forever.
He couldn’t take any more pain, or
loss, or—
She cried out in pleasure and, most
likely, frustration at him closing himself off. But he couldn’t offer any more
than what this was. He buried his face between her breasts and groaned as she
ground down upon him harder, working to drive herself over the edge.
He slipped a hand between them to
find her slick clit. He pushed the sensitive nub, pressing, circling until she
tensed above him. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders and her inner walls
squeezed him tight. When the first ripple surrounded him, he let himself go
with her. It felt like a dam shattering and waves broke over them both.
One
heartbeat, two, and then she collapsed against him, boneless. Her warm breath
beat a tattoo against his ear. He closed his eyes and held her for a moment.
Only for a moment would he allow this weakness before wrapping his fingers
around her waist and lifting her from his lap. They both cleaned up in silence.
As
she tightened the robe’s sash around her, she asked, “Hungry?”
He couldn’t
see her face, but he heard the disappointment in her voice. Matt glanced at the forgotten lasagna
on the counter. “Always.”
JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic
romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 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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