Keep
Me
by Faith Andrews
a Contemporary Romance
Synopsis:
Sexy,
tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream—or more likely
worst nightmare. He’s a player, a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, and he’s
got no problem living up to his man-whore status. But when his older sister’s
friend comes back from the past, he may just have the chance to turn some of his
adolescent fantasies into reality.
Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she is. Finally rid of her abusive, alcoholic ex, she’s making a new life for herself and catching up with old friends; the ones she was forced to break ties with because of her controlling husband. When she runs into Marcus, her friend Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how he’s about to rock her world.
You wanted me then, now you can have me. Just promise you’ll Keep Me…
Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she is. Finally rid of her abusive, alcoholic ex, she’s making a new life for herself and catching up with old friends; the ones she was forced to break ties with because of her controlling husband. When she runs into Marcus, her friend Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how he’s about to rock her world.
You wanted me then, now you can have me. Just promise you’ll Keep Me…
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Excerpt 
“Slow down! You’re going too fast!”
I screamed over the revving of the engine and the breeze that had picked up the
pace of a tornado. My demand came from a place of pure morality, but if I had
to be honest, I was absolutely loving
the exhilaration.
“Hold on, baby,” he shouted over
his shoulder.
And I did. I wrapped my arms in a
vice-like grip around his middle and dug so tight I could feel the ripples of
his chiseled abdomen underneath the cotton of his pullover. Instead of
decelerating, he twisted the throttle and revved the gas. I braced my head
against his back and closed my eyes, preparing for an inescapable collision.
Everything about Marcus Grayson was reckless and he was taking me down with
him.
I stayed glued to him for a while,
until I felt the bike start to slow and veer off to the right. We hadn’t even
reached the bridge so I didn’t know why he was exiting the expressway. “Where
are we going?” I spoke in his ear.
“You’ll see.”
He pulled off the expressway and
took on a slow, steady pace as he eased his way through the winding streets. At
each traffic light, he let his hands fall from the leather-fringed handlebars
to tangle his fingers with mine. It felt so intimate, so natural, to be with
him this way. Though we didn’t speak, many unspoken words were being said.
When we came to a stop at a
secluded spot off a cobblestone path, I gaped at the magnificence of our
surroundings—a quiet, serene sanctuary nestled in the heart of the busy,
bustling city. “Where are we?”
He lifted the helmet from his head,
shaking out his hair, just like the director had instructed him to do on the
shoot. Marcus was always on, playing the game. I hated to think I was just a
pawn.
He did that thing where he could
read my mind again. “Stop thinking. Just come here.” He spun himself around on
the bike so he was facing me. With a gentle tug at the straps, he undid my
helmet and hung it on the handle bar opposite his.
“Marcus, what are you. . .”
“Shh…” he placed a finger over my
mouth while his other hand combed out the knots in my hair. His eyes never left
mine, even as he inched closer to me, closing the small distance between us on
the seat of the bike. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all week.” The
desire radiating off him was maddening. His pupils were so large and dark, I
could almost see myself in them. This man was intimidating. Holy shit—it was
the craziest turn on.
“What? Straddling me while straddling a Harley?” I started
to laugh, my nervous twitch of a coping mechanism, but his lips quickly
silenced mine. His tongue ravished my mouth, hungry for more of what we’d
started last weekend. I, too, had been thinking about this all week. Even
though I tried to avoid it, pretend it hadn’t happened at all, I only made it
worse. Now I was starved for what I denied myself. The soft, throaty vibration
of the motorcycle beneath us wasn’t helping things either.
“Marcus, please.”
“Please what?”
I wanted to say please stop. Tell him this was wrong.
That we couldn’t continue stealing moments like this. But the way he growled
out his question had me responding with a different answer.
“Please . . . touch me.”
“Fuck, Tessa. I thought you’d never
ask.” His hands slid under the tight hem of my skirt, gliding the fabric up so
it bunched at my hips. I arched back against the seat rest and allowed his
fingers to travel where they wanted to go. When they found their way inside my
damp panties, I was already trembling in anticipation of his touch.
“Where do you want me to touch you
exactly?” he teased.
Forcefully, and without shame, I
placed a hand over his and pressed it hard against my sex. “Here. I want you to
touch me here.”
His gaze found mine again, his
breathing deep and heavy, his eyes dark as coal. “You’re fucking incredible,
Tessa.” His lips crashed down over mine again as his fingers pushed aside my
panties and slipped into me slowly. The sensation of his rough, deft fingers
inside my body and the humming engine against my sensitive flesh caused me to
writhe in sweet agony. As I rubbed against his hand and the leather of the
seat, I leaned into our kiss as if I could swallow him whole.
“Mmmm, Marcus.” I quietly moaned
against his mouth as he inserted another finger inside and circled his thumb
against my throbbing clit.
“Come for me, pretty girl. Come
undone for me.”
His words ignited the fire tugging
at my core, aching to be released. Clenching the seat behind me for support, I
lifted my hips off the bike and allowed his fingers to finish what they’d
started. It was unnerving how much control he had over me, and how easy it was
to give in. It was something that frightened me because of my past, but at the
same time liberated me from all the things that always held me back. Never in a
million years could I have placed myself in this scene, fooling around on the
back of a Harley with Marcus fucking Grayson.
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Already had the 2nd shot with my HS boyfriends. Two even asked for marriage. But the adult version didn't have the same feeling as that puppy love crush. So I walked. A few college crushes I'd like to revisit though;)
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Does it count if you married your high school crush? Okay so I had a few crushes and given a pass, I would explore at least one of them intimately, if you get my drift.
ReplyDeleteThe excerpt looks awesome! Thanks for posting it.
Love a man-whore of course.
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