HAPPY EASTER

As a treat for you, I’m posting a scene from THE CRIB, my contribution to the PURE SEX anthology from Kensington. Sorry there’s no chocolate involved. 😉

This scene is about 1/4 of the way into the novella, and the first full sex scene with the hero and heroine.

EXCERPT:

Stuffing cash into a small old-style school style pencil case I gave the empty pub a last look-see. Everything was clean and sparkly for the day staff the next morning, and I was more than ready to get out of there.

Heat simmered in my veins at the thought of the night to come. After sticking around for another beer, Devon had left the pub around midnight. He hadn’t come back, but I was pretty sure he’d be waiting outside. It would be too cruel for him to throw out a parting comment like he had, and not to be there when I finished work.

Then again, I didn’t really know him, did I? He could just be that cruel. But I was intrigued enough to not care at this point. He thought we were two of a kind? He thought he knew me well enough to judge something like that? Cocky bastard though he was, I was more than sufficiently enticed.

Striding into the office I tossed the pencil case on Jimmy’s desk. It held just over five hundred dollars in cash and various credit slips. Not bad sales for a Monday night, but not good either.

My heart clenched when Jimmy suppressed a sigh and reached for the bag. For a short time there, I’d actually forgotten the real reason I was back in town.

“How bad is it?” I asked.

His mustached lips lifted in a smile but his dark eyes were troubled. “It could be better, baby girl. But it’s not all that bad.”

“The regulars are still sticking around.”

I turned at the sound of a soft voice and saw Wayne leaning against the door to the office.

To look at Wayne you’d never guess he was creeping up on forty. Like most Asians he didn’t show his age. The only reason I knew his real age was because I’d first met him on his nineteenth birthday. The same day I showed up on my uncle’s doorstep, he’d taken me to Jimmy’s for dinner. And even though it had been his birthday, Wayne had insisted on cooking. That was his way.

He’d been working for Jimmy since he dropped out of school when he was fifteen, and he considered Jimmy’s kitchen his territory. Therefore, he we was the only one good enough to cook me a ‘Welcome to the neighborhood’ dinner.

The regulars he was referring to were the people that owned the other small businesses in the neighborhood.

It was a small ‘hood in the center of town, that used to be full of Italian immigrants. In fact, when I first arrived in Edmonton, it was called Little Italy. But now it housed the Asian Market right next to the Italian bakery, and the public phone booths looked like little red pagodas.

Little Italy had gone multi-cultural.

“The regulars will never give up on you, Jimmy. They know you’re innocent.” I leaned over the table and gave him a quick hard hug. “And I won’t let the cops railroad you. I promise.”

Bending down, I gave Daisy a quick scratch behind the ears and made my way to the front door, determination stiffening my spine.

“You’re worried about him aren’t you?” Wayne asked.

“Aren’t you? Ever since Mike died, this pub has been all that’s kept him going. He can’t lose it.”

“Is your cab here?”

“No cab tonight, Wayne. A friend is waiting for me.”

“Who’s this ‘friend’?”

Even though Wayne was Chinese, he’d been living and working amongst the macho men so long he couldn’t help butting in where it wasn’t his business.

“Just a friend that’s going to help me relax, and forget my worries for a few hours.” I unlocked the door and exited the bar, waiting to hear the click of the lock behind me.

There was a drool-worthy black, red and chrome Indian Spirit parked at the curb in front of the bar. Since I didn’t recognize the bike, and there certainly couldn’t be many of those beauties around, I guessed it was Devon’s. But he wasn’t anywhere I could see.

With a glance up and down the street, I took a couple steps and checked around the corner.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I saw a beat-up Ford idling halfway down the alley. Devon was bent over at the waist, passing something inside to the driver. He straightened up, shook his head sharply and patted the roof of the car as he turned to walk back the street.

I knew the second he saw me. He steps didn’t falter, and his posture never changed, but I knew. And I knew it bothered him. The car pulled away quickly, and I cursed the fact that I couldn’t read the plate from that distance.

Devon’s loose-limbed gait was almost predatory as he came toward me. My heart rate sped up and my nipples hardened at the same time I realized that Devon might just be the man I was looking for, the killer.

My mind raced and my body screamed at me not to think. Thinking was bad. Thinking meant no more mind-blowing orgasms from this man.

Shit!

Our eyes locked as he came toward me and a shiver danced down my spine. A good shiver . . . a yummy shiver of anticipation.

“You all done here?”

I nodded slowly, eyes still locked with his while I tried to get my body back under control and process what I’d just seen. “Who was that?”

He eyed me, his grey eyes sharp and measuring. The look of someone with something to hide. “Just a friend.”

“You have a lot of friends that hang out in dark alley’s in the middle of the night?”

“Some.” His lips tilted up at one corner. “You ready to go?”

We eyed each other for minute, both of us waiting to see what I would do next. Giving myself a mental headshake, I cupped a hand over his groin, and stepped close enough that my lips brushed against his when I answered, “The real question is . . . are you ready?”

His hand came up and cupped the back of my head, pulling me that last millimeter until his mouth came down on mine. His fingers clenched and with slow steady pressure he bent my head back, taking complete control of the kiss.

Firm lips, agile tongue, and sharp teeth ravaged my mouth chasing all thoughts from my mind. My fingers curled inward, gripping him, and I squirmed closer to the hard male body in front of me.

“Ack!”

The sharp cry slipped out when the hand pulled my head back sharply, ripping my mouth away from his, and bringing me back to earth with a slam.

“What do you think, Alexis?” His eyes bore into mine. “Am I ready?”

It was in that moment that I realized I wasn’t thinking straight. Hell I wasn’t thinking at all!

My instincts told me Devon was the man I wanted, but not the one I hunted. But for once, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could trust them.

“I think it’s time you take me home.”

He planted a hard and fast kiss on my lips before he stepped around me and went for the bike at the curb. He pulled a plain black skullcap out of one of the studded saddlebags, and handed it to me before throwing a leg over the bike. Feeling the seductive thrill of danger and lust sweep through me, I climbed on behind him, tucking my skirt under my butt.

It soon became apparent to me that I was stuck between heaven and hell. Being on a motorcycle is always a high. But cradling Devon’s hard body between my bare thighs while the low growl of the motorcycles engine vibrated against my sex was its own kind of purgatory.

As if sensing this, as soon as I directed Devon to the nearby Motel where I’d rented a room, he reached for one of my hands and placed it between his legs. Right on the hard cock that I’d been so desperate to ride earlier that night. The whole time my hand explored his size, shape, the fullness of his balls, I wondered exactly who he was, what he’d been up to in the alley, and how the hell he knew my full name was Alexis.

By the time he pulled the bike into the motel parking, I had a firm plan in my mind. As much as my body screamed at me, I wasn’t inviting Devon in. I might be a bit of a thrill seeker; danger had always turned me on. Sex with a stranger was one thing, but inviting a suspected murderer to my bed wasn’t dangerous, it was stupid.

No matter how good he felt I needed to figure out who he was before this went any further. When I’d packed for my return home, I figured my more carnal activities would be curtailed, and packed accordingly. My favorite dildo would have to do.

I pointed, and Devon brought the Spirit to a smooth stop in front of my room door.

He killed the engine and I swung my leg over the bike, coming to stand firm beside him as I undid the safety strap beneath my chin. It was time to do the smart thing and send him on his way. I looked everywhere but at him as I did it too. Foreign nerves, or an overdose of hormones made me clumsy, and my fingers struggled with the simple clasp. Devon swung his own leg over the bike, but remained seated, his booted feet on either side of mine.

“Come’er,” he said huskily, pulling me to him.

I tilted my head up and let my hands fall to my sides as he made quick work of the helmet. When it slid from my head his fingers gently pinched my chin and pulled my face close his. After a bruising kiss that took my breath away he gazed deep into my heavy lidded eyes.

“Last chance to walk away,” he said huskily.

Of its own accord, my hand clasped his and pulled him to the door behind me.

My fingers trembled when I pushed the key in and twisted the lock. I wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or the adrenaline tinged excitement brought on by the dangerous situation, or a combination of both.

All I knew was that I couldn’t seem to say no to this man, or to the carnal hunger he’d awakened inside me.

I stepped into the tiny motel room, flicking the light switch on as I went. The second the door closed behind Devon I turned and pinned him to the wall with my body.

“You are not walking away from me this time.” I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled his head down until his lips were crushed against mine.

It was as if the three hours since we’d left the storeroom never happened. My body was instantly aflame and I couldn’t keep my hands from ripping at his clothes. I shoved his leather jacket off his shoulders and ran my hands over his rippling muscles.

Large hands gripped my ass, lifting me against him so he could carry me to the bed. I landed on my back and bounced once before his body covered mine, making the world disappear in his shadow.
My frantic hands tugged his t-shirt from the waist of jeans, diving underneath it to get at bare skin.

God, he felt good!

I dragged my mouth away from his, and sucked air deep into my lungs. The sharp nip of his teeth at my neck drove the air right back out in a loud moan.

His weight shifted and my shirt was swept over my head, my skirt and panties pushed down to my ankles where I kicked them away before toeing off my heels. Our hands tangled as I tried to get his belt undone until he finally pushed my hands away.

The bed shifted abruptly, and he climbed off to shuck his own clothing faster than I would’ve liked. For a second in time there, I’d wanted things to slow down enough so I could look my fill. But then he was back, his hot hard body rubbing against my nakedness, his mouth open on mine.

Our tongues dueled, and our hands roamed. Devon settled between my thighs and I felt his cock poking at my mons. I spread wider, hips jerking when firm fingers clamped down on a hard nipple.

“Yes!” A sharp cry ripped from my throat, and I bucked beneath him. The rigid length of his cock slid between my wet folds, rubbing against my extended clit and making me wild. I reached between us and grasped him, rubbing the rounded head over firmly through my folds a couple of times before aiming him at my entrance. “Inside me. I want you inside me!”

And then he was in.

My insides stretched around him, molding to his length and thickness as he filled me up. There was a brief second where our gazes locked, and we just enjoyed the ultimate connection. Then he started to move. Slow at first, his cock sliding in and out in a deliciously teasing pace. But I didn’t want teasing, I wanted a good hard fuck, I wanted him to be as out of control as I felt. Raking my nails down his back I gripped his tight ass cheeks.

“Faster,” I urged him on.

He grunted and buried his head in my neck, picking up speed. I kissed his shoulder, then nipped it sharply while curling my body into his, trying to get the right angle. He was almost there. I canted my hips and bit more and he got the hint. He levered up on his hands and pumped hard and fast, his pubic bone hitting my clit with each thrust, his cock going deep.

“God, woman,” he growled, sweat dripping down his cheek. “You’re killing me.”

Whimpers escaped from my lips, as my head thrashed from side to side on the bed. I was so close! My muscles trembled and my orgasm coiled tighter and tighter, low in my belly. But I couldn’t reach the peak. An anguished cry emerged from deep inside me as I clawed at Devon’s back, writhing beneath him.

The he shifted again, pulling my hands from his back, he slipped his arms under my legs, bending my body so that my knees were against my shoulders, and my hands were pinned to the mattress. My body was curled under his, immobilized as he fucked me furiously.

“Come on, Baby. Come for me.”

“Yes,” I cried out. “That’s it. Oh God!”

His cock hit home deep and true with every thrust, his balls banging against my ass. I tugged and tried to get my hands free, I wanted to touch, to claw, to grasp at him, but he wouldn’t let go. The odd sense of helplessness pushed me over the edge and the tight knot of excitement in my belly exploded. My pussy clenched and tightened around the shaft inside me, milking it for long seconds as I screamed in pleasure for the first time in my life.

“Ahhh.” A low guttural groan echoing throughout the room as my own cries faded and Devon’s whole body tensed and he let himself go.

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