Jayson's
Redemption (MF)
by Kelsie Belle
Sequel to Playing for Keeps
Heat
Rating: SEXTREME
Word
Count: 56,047
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[Siren Classic: Erotic
Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Blurb
Jayson Tacoma has sworn
off love and relationships ever since an unfortunate incident with his best
friend leaves him emotionally scarred. That was until fate causes him to cross
paths with the mysterious Mya Delgado, who appears in the small town of Bailey
Springs seemingly out of the blue. Soon, he finds himself struggling with his
overwhelming attraction to yet another dark-haired beauty and the two get
caught in a game of cat and mouse that neither of them can control. Will
getting involved with this woman, who harbors so many secrets, turn out to be
another devastating mistake for him? Or will Mya Delgado finally be Jayson's
redemption?
Story
Excerpt:
“Dammit, son of a
bitch!”
The female voice
came from his right, followed by the resounding slamming of a car door. The
sound dragged his attention to the red coupe that was parked at the very end of
the row of parked cars he had just passed. In an instant, his class was
forgotten, so was the fact that he was late because, at that moment, his eyes
had fallen on one very nicely rounded ass. It was conveniently turned upward
for his perusal as the owner bent over to check out whatever was wrong under
the hood of her car. Unbidden, his wayward eyes traveled downward, to inspect
the shapely pair of legs that were attached to that fine ass. They were covered
in skin fitting jeans at the moment but he could only imagine that they were
just as tasty as the ass was.
Just then, the
owner of the sexy ass and legs straightened, allowing a curtain of thick, dark
hair to fall over her shoulders. “Damn you, you piece ‘o shit!” potty-mouth
said, kicking the hood of the car for good measure, then screamed, hopping on
one foot, “Ouch! Dammit.”
A rumbling chuckle
escaped him. He couldn’t help it—her display of frustration with the poor car
was hilarious although it was also cute as hell. “Hey! Easy there, killer,” he
called out to her, turning off his designated path and heading in her
direction. “What seems to be the problem?”
The hopping ended
as soon as he spoke and she spun in the direction of his voice at the speed of
lightning. As he neared her, he could see the hint of a flush that tinted her
lovely caramel skin. Clearly she hadn’t known she had an audience. “Ah, hi,”
she said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Did you…did you
hear that?”
Jason grinned.
“Sure did. Poor car didn’t stand a chance.”
A soft chuckle
erupted from her lips, drawing his attention to the full, lip-gloss covered
pair. Damn! He thought. Lips like those could bring a man to his fucking knees
without even trying.
“Sorry ’bout that.
Stupid machine always dies at the wrong moment. Just pisses me off, you know?”
“Yeah, that blows.
Mind if I take a look at it?” Tossing his back-pack to the ground, he began
moving toward the hood before she had a chance to respond.
“Um, I guess so,”
she said noncommittally. “Knock yourself out.”
It took him less
than five minutes to locate what was wrong with the car. He wasn’t a mechanic
but he’d literally grown up inside a garage because his father had always been
into cars. The older man had taught him a thing or two about working his way
around an engine.
“Looks like you
might have a busted valve,” he told her.
“Shit! Is…is that
terrible?”
He glanced over
his shoulder, chuckling a little when he noticed the bafflement on her pretty
face. “Nah, you’ll live,” he assured her. “I’m gonna go get my tool kit,
though. Be right back, okay?”
She nodded as he
jogged off in the direction of his car. Ten minutes later, he’d patched up the
valve but he knew it probably wouldn’t hold very long the way it was.
“Okay, start her
up.”
She hopped behind
the wheel and was soon cranking the engine. It rumbled a little then sputtered
to life.
“Yes!” she fairly
shouted, hopping out of the car again without shutting off the engine. “Oh my
God, you’re a life saver! Thank you so much.”
Jay wiped his
hands on the rag he kept inside his tool kit, then closed the hood before
turning to her. Damn, but she was a stunner. The gentle breeze played in her
hair, causing it to whip against her cheek like a drape of dark silk. Her
peculiar hazel eyes gleamed like cut glass in the stark sunlight, making him
feel as though he could see her soul in their depths.
“Hey, don’t sweat it,” he said, trying to
shake the uncanny feeling that had come over him as he stared into her eyes.
“It was no problem at all. You probably shouldn’t drive it too far like this
though. I’m not sure if what I did will last very long.”
She stuck her hands
into her back pockets and grinned sheepishly. Unbelievably, the gesture made
her even prettier. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ve got an interview a few blocks
from here that I need to get to but right after that this piece o’ junk is
headed straight to the shop.”
“Yeah? I thought
you were a student here.” He was more than a little disappointed and the
statement came out sounding more like a question.
“Oh, yeah, I am.
Some of us just have to work to pay our way, you know?” Her words were flippant
and she tried to seem all blasé about it, but Jay could tell she wasn’t as
comfortable about it as she wanted him to believe. But then, he could totally
relate to that situation. After all, he was
one of those people.
He offered what he
hoped was a reassuring smile and extended his hand. “Welcome to the club,
sweetheart. I’m Jayson, by the way, Jayson Tacoma. Or just Jay if you like.”
She glanced down
at his hand briefly, as if not sure what to do with it. Then he felt velvet
soft skin sliding against his as she wrapped her fingers around his much longer
ones. “Hey, Jayson, or Just Jay,” she joked, returning my smile shyly. “It’s a
pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Samya Delgado, but just Mya is fine.”
Adult
Excerpt:
Without warning,
he yanked her forward, crushing her body to him just as his mouth slammed down
on hers in a ferocious kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, licking into the
hot, wet cavern relentlessly.
As the kiss
continued, he twisted their bodies slightly then his legs began to move
forward, propelling her backward until the back of her thighs hit the edge of
the dresser. Breaking the kiss, he quickly spun her around so that she was
facing the mirror, her back pressed up against his chest. Their eyes met in the
mirror and the look of pure, unadulterated lust that was burning in the depths
of his, seared Mya to the core. Heat unfurled in her belly like molten lava,
dripping from her center onto her thighs.
“God, you’re
spectacular,” he said softly.
The warmth of his
whispered words fanned her neck, making her skin prickle with gooseflesh.
Moving her hair to the side, he began to place feather light kisses along the
side of her neck, nipping his way down to her shoulders. At the same time, his
hands came around to cup her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh as he
continued to kiss and nip her shoulder blade.
A little whimper
escaped her at the feel of his rock solid hard-on pressed up against the cheeks
of her buttocks, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. She
reached behind her to shove her hand into his thick, inky hair and pushed her
hips back into his pelvis.
“Jay, I need you,”
she whispered.
“Tell me what you
need, sweetheart,” he groaned against her skin, moving his hands from her
breasts to trail a heated path down to her waist. “I need to hear you say the
words.”
She writhed
against him as one of his hands splayed over her stomach and then began inching
its way toward the valley between her thighs. “I-I need you…touching me,
feeling me,” she whispered.
His hand traveled
over her shaven crest until it got to the place where she ached the most. Using
his fingers to part her swollen, throbbing flesh, he slid his long, middle
finger through the slickness there. Mya’s eyes fluttered closed as her entire
body shuddered with delight.
“Yes, Jay, more…I
need more.”
“Open your eyes,
baby girl,” he commanded. “Look at me.”
She forced her
eyes open again and they collided with his in the mirror just as he slid one
long finger into her heated core.
“Ahh,” she moaned,
her head falling back onto his shoulder as he began to move the digit in and
out of her pussy. Her legs trembled with need as he worked his finger inside
her, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the effort it took to breathe.
“Feels good?” he
asked, his hot breath scorching her ear.
“Y-yes, so
good…More, please.”
“Tell me what you
want, Mya.”
“Another
finger…Give me another finger, please. Touch my clit, get me off with your
hands.” The words spilled out of her like a plea for salvation, her voice
hoarse and raw with unbridled desire.
His lips curled
into that devastatingly hot smirk she knew so well and he winked at her in the
mirror as he drawled, “Yes, ma’am.”
Instantly another
finger joined the first inside her snug channel. Jay wasted no time twisting
and curling them inside her with just the right amount of pressure, causing her
pussy to clench around them. Then he reached down with his other hand to press
the pad of his index finger against the taut nub of her engorged clit and began
rubbing it in lazy circles. Lightning exploded inside her, the pressure of her
release heightening in her core in an instant.
“Oh! Oh God, yes!” She cried as he continued to use both hands to work his magic
between her thighs. Moaning wantonly when his fingers rubbed up against the
sweet spot inside her, she pushed her legs further apart to give him more room.
He took the opportunity to increase the pressure of his finger on her clit,
moving his fingers faster inside her. Her climax made a steady crescendo inside
her, and when it finally crashed into her like a forceful tidal wave, a
piercing scream ripped from her throat.
It took several
seconds for the incredible quakes of pleasure to subside but finally her eyes
drifted open to meet his in the mirror again. She could see a definite wildness
in his dark eyes now, an almost feral need swimming beneath their surface. His
hands moved to the small of her back and he nudged her forward so she was bent
over the dresser. Never taking his eyes off her in the mirror, he allowed his
hands to caress her rounded ass, which was now spread wide for him.
“Damn, baby girl,
I love watching you come,” he rasped, squeezing the cheeks gently. “Was that
all you needed from me?”
Mya was shaking
her head in dissent before the last word even made it past his lips. Skewering
him with her eyes, she let him know what she needed in no uncertain terms. “I
want you inside me, Jay,” she whispered. Her voice was breathless and barely
audible but she didn’t give a hoot. “I need you to sink your dick into my pussy
and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
A look at Book 1:
Playing for Keeps
Blurb
Left broken and bleeding, night club owner and accountant Cassidy
Samson did her best to pick up the pieces of her broken self and move on with
her life. She vowed never to let anyone get close to her heart again…until the
potent force of a pair of green eyes threatens to bring her to her knees.
Hired as the new
guitarist in the band at the Escape Lounge, Cameron Chase is intrigued and
aroused by Cassidy’s tough-as-nails attitude and sets out to barrel through the
formidable wall she has constructed around her heart, to get to the real woman
behind the façade. He agrees to play by her rules in a reckless game of lust in
hopes of finding love.
But will Cam be
able to chase away the demons of Cassidy’s past that threaten to consume her?
Will his love be strong enough to make her whole again?
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