For six years, Megan Jenkins has lived the life of a stripper for only one purpose, taking down the drug operation flowing through her hometown of Massey, Texas. It wasn’t a glamorous life, and the perks really weren’t all that perky. Or they weren’t before he came to town, and had her entire body sitting up to take notice.
Simon Markham felt a little adrift after leaving the Marine Corps. Massey was a nice enough place, decent folks, and one person in particular who had his attention whenever she walked by. When he finds out she’s in the middle of an operation that is beginning to slide sideways, there is no way he’s sitting on the sideline.
Megan and Simon quickly discover that drugs are not the only things being sent out of Massey. When Megan is kidnapped, Simon will do whatever is necessary to save his undercover lover.
Holding his cup up, he tipped his head to Mercy when she refilled his coffee. “Thank you,” he said. When she patted him on his head, he rolled his eyes.
Brant Carver, Mercy’s husband, was laughing into his own cup of coffee. His expression changed to something softer when Mercy moved closer to him. Lowering the cup, he let her fill it, tipping his face up for the kiss she dropped on his lips.
Unable to help himself, Simon rolled his eyes again. This time, he knew no one saw him do it. They were too into one another. Taking a drink of his coffee, he set the cup down, and then began to drum his fingers on the table top. As the kissing continued, he progressively got louder and louder.
Finally, Brant pulled away and turned a glower on him. “Is there a problem?”
“Was trying to determine if I should go to another room or not.”
“Why would you?”
“Well, given past experiences, I figured you were about ten seconds from tossing her onto the table and stripping her naked. Or maybe stripping her naked, and then throwing her on the table. Little unsure on that part. But I knew the end result would be something seared into my memories for the rest of time.”
Simon shot Mercy a grin as she turned pink. Brant was a rather interesting shade of red as well, likely more pissed than embarrassed, though.
“Just saying it like it is. We all know how you two are, and you asked me over here for a reason, so spill it so I can get back to helping Vic with whatever insane project he’s dreamed up today.”
Brant really didn’t look amused, but he did seem to agree getting down to business was best since he let Mercy go and faced Simon across the table. “I need a favor,” he said.
“Gee, like I didn’t guess that from the phone call I got.”
“Are you always this much of a smart ass? Rhys never once mentioned you were a smart ass.”
“Rhys doesn’t know everything about me, or any of the guys really. But he does know I have a tendency to be a smart ass when people behave like I’m an idiot that needs to be led around by the nose. Spit it out already, Brant, or I’m heading out and you can talk someone else into being the sucker to watch over Megan.”
Snorting at the stunned look he got from Mercy, and the barely there flinch from Brant, Simon sat back in his chair. “Really, you two? Anyone that’s been in this town for more than an hour, and pays even the slightest bit of attention, knows that something’s going down. The fact that I happen to know several people out in this neck of the woods has allowed me to draw my own conclusions.”
“Like what?” Brant asked suspiciously.
“Well,” he drawled slowly. “Like the fact she’s not actually a stripper. She’s an undercover DEA agent working on a case that happens to have deep roots in Massey. I know she’s been digging around looking at the mayor. She’s also looking to see what she can find in regards to drugs being funneled into and through Massey. She’s close, but she’s missing something. Otherwise, she’d already be out and on vacation instead of going into the club every single night to shake her nearly naked ass for singles.” Simon shot Mercy a quick look before focusing on Brant again. “I know you’re DEA, you’re also the agent in charge down here since being reassigned so you could be closer to Mercy. You have a number of big busts under your belt, several commendations, and narrowly avoided getting stuck on the hook from another bust when some wanker took a case from you and fucked it up royally. Got his dad, your boss at the time, fired as I recall.”
“Close enough,” Brant muttered.
“You can’t go in to keep an eye on her since everyone in town knows your face. That and the fact you’re married to her twin sister. Might raise more than a few brows, and it’s not something you want getting around. Plus, given the smarts of the folks in Massey, they’d soon clue into the fact that you weren’t there to watch the girls but because of your job. Questions would then be raised, and if spoken of in the wrong place, the whole operation would go tits up, as it were.”
Brant grunted at him, and crossed his arms over his chest.
Taking it as a sign to continue, Simon took a sip of his coffee. “Good brew, by the way, Mercy,” he said. “So you want me, a single guy, new to town, to go in and keep an eye on her. It won’t seem too strange if I’m hanging around, especially given the fact that Crank’s out of town visiting relatives, and Vic’s making kissy faces at his bride. I’m odd man out, and need to find something to fill my time with at night. How am I doing now?”
“Rhys never mentioned you were practically a mind reader either.”
“I’m not, but I know people. I’ve also taken a few behavioral courses from the Feds over the years. I also have degree in psychology. Never put it to any use, but I figured I could always use it if the military didn’t work out, or if I needed a career when I got out. I watch people, take note of what they say, and what they don’t say. Then I start adding it all together.”
“Well, you’re right on pretty much everything,” Brant told him.
“So what am I wrong on?” Simon asked.
“Not much, except the premise I’m asking you to take on. Given you are new to town, and have been seen with Megan a couple of times, I want you to go in as her new boyfriend. Unhappy with her working the club, but since she’s bringing in the big bucks and enjoys the money, you’re there to keep an eye on her while she does work.”
“Uh-huh,” Simon said. “And you’ve cleared this with Megan, right?”
The look on Brant’s face said it all. “Not yet,” Brant told him. “Wanted to see if you were up for the task first.”
Snorting, Simon shook his head, and closed his eyes to rub at his lids. “She’s going to shoot you, you do realize that, right?”
“Probably,” Brant said. Oddly, the man seemed pretty happy about the thought. Idiot.
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Newly divorced, Vicky Browning is coming home for the holidays for the first time in years. After losing her supposed friends in her recent divorce, she has nowhere else to go and tries to make the best out of the situation.
U.S. Marine, Michael Barnett just set his boots down on American soil for the first time in eighteen months. He wants nothing more than to go home to his humble mountain home, drink a few beers, and fish the rest of the year away. Michael’s mother has other plans though, and insists he come home to spend Christmas with those who love him.
Michael and Vicky haven’t seen one another in seventeen years. Their last meeting was less than enjoyable as they said goodbye to one another in a bitter break up at the tender age of eighteen years old. As the awkwardness settles between the two they soon begin to realize that the flames of desire haven’t died between them. The wounds they thought had never healed, might just be the very thing that brings them together again.
She crossed the room in front of him and went to lie down on the bed. As she got herself comfortable she reached out to him. He walked toward her and with her delicate fingers she began unfastening his jeans.
He didn’t move and allowed her to work the zipper down. She tugged at one of his belt loops trying to pull his pants down when his own urgency insisted he give her a hand. With both hands he pushed his briefs and jeans down his thighs until his cock sprang free from its constraints.
He wrapped her fingers around his cock and began stroking it. He hissed out a breath and closed his eyes. Already he could feel himself reaching the edge.
He pulled away, knowing full well if he didn’t he’d allow her to work him into orgasm. And he wanted more. They both needed more.
Pushing the jeans further down his legs, Michael kicked them off and pushed them aside. Then he turned to her and palmed his dick in his hands.
“Do you see this? Only you have ever been able to make me feel this way, so hard with nothing more than a look. I want you so bad, baby.”
She raised her arms up above her head and gave him a look that he couldn’t ignore any more than he could resist it.
He climbed on the bed and hovered himself directly over him. Carefully he set his arms down on either side of her and dipped his head down to kiss her. She opened willingly, kissing him like she wanted him as bad as he did her.
He levered himself on his side with his elbow and reached one hand below down to her pussy. Slipping his middle finger between her lips he felt her liquid heat coat his finger.
“Fuck. You’re so wet, Vick.”
She didn’t answer, but ground her hips into his hand and moaned. Her movements might have made him want to drive into her, if he hadn’t been so mesmerized by the sounds she made. He felt a new sense of greediness overcome him. He no longer cared about how he felt. He wanted to see how far he could take her.
He used his index finger with the middle finger this time. Thrusting inside of her he worked his fingers in and out, pushing deep inside while hitting the back of her cervix.
Her body bucked and she whimpered his name while moaning. He looked down at her. Her face was flush and her full and round tits bounced with every move she made. The taut peaks of her nipples called out to him. It had been far too long since he laved one of them with his tongue.
Opening his mouth, he latched on to one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth. He kept up the ministrations with his fingers. He could hear her breathing hitch and her voice was beginning to become squeakier the more he worked his fingers deeper inside her pussy.
She shouted to him and he knew he was ready. Abruptly he pulled his fingers out and hovered over her. In an instant he guided his cock to her entrance and slid past her slick entrance with a primal thrust.
He arched his back and pushed himself far into her, hitting the same spot he had with his fingers until she screamed his name once more.
In a rush he felt a river of hot juices flow past his cock and coat his entire length. Her pussy quivered and trembled around him as he tried to rein in his lust. She shook beneath him, her body bucking and reacting to her climax as he felt his own restraint beginning to snap.
He couldn’t help himself from falling with her. He wouldn’t last a moment longer. Michael pulled back and pushed further inside her pussy. He thrust once, twice, three times and finally the friction and fire were too much for him to resist.
He howled a raw and primal scream and grabbed onto her hips, holding her body to his as he felt the first jolt of his orgasm take hold.
His body jerked, in rhythm with hers. Wetness coated his inner thighs from her passion, and he filled her with his release.
He had no idea how much time had passed before he dropped his head back down and opened his eyes. He looked down at her and saw a sleepy smile on her face. She looked so gorgeous. And in that instant he hated the husband she’d once given herself to, while refusing to consider that there may have been others.