Blurb:
Guys like Ryker Russo don't notice girls like Jenna Armstrong.
Constantly on the move, Jenna doesn't want to settle down anywhere. As long as her latest motel room has a television, wi-fi, and a vending machine, she will make do. It isn't just Jenna's curves that make her self conscious. Beneath her clothes she hides a secret, one that she is running from.
But when her car breaks down, leaving her without a mode of transport to get to the next town, mechanic Ryker seems to show an interest in her. With his muscles, tattoos, and piercings, Ryker has trouble literally written all over him. Jenna can't understand why he would want to be seen with a fat girl like her, and besides, she needs to keep moving. Time is running out and she's terrified if she stays in one place, her past will catch up to her.
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Excerpt:
Ryker turned to
her, the laughter fading. She caught the look in his eye and it wasn’t one of humor. She bit her lower lip in mock coyness as his eyes
raked up and down her body. He took a step toward her, pushing her back into
the wall behind. His movements were rough and urgent, grabbing at her clothes
to yank her t-shirt over her head while she fumbled at the button of his jeans.
He pressed her body up against the wall with the length of his own, kissing her
hard, his fingers laced in her hair. His kisses were hard enough to leave her
lips bruised, but she returned his urgency, their tongues meeting and sliding
together. The silver ball of his piercing grated against her tongue, sending
shivers of desire through her body. She wanted to get her hands on his naked
skin, and she needed to do it right now. She couldn’t stand the idea of any
clothing separating them.
They broke the
kiss just long enough to pull t-shirts over their heads and rid each other of
their jeans, Ryker losing his shorts with the denim. He grabbed her wrists with
one hand, pinning them above her head against the wall behind her, while his
other hand delved down, into her panties.
Held against the
wall like this, helpless and at Ryker’s mercy, she moaned as his fingers slid
through her pubic hair and down, between her inner lips. He pushed a finger
inside her and then added another, curling his digits inward to find the secret
spot on her inner wall that made her whole body throb. She cried out with
pleasure. He kissed her neck, and across her shoulder, slipping her bra strap
down and exposing one breast. His mouth closed over her nipple with a wet heat,
his teeth grating.
Jenna’s breathing
became more frantic. Only his hand holding her wrists and his fingers insider
her held her up, or her legs would have given out, leaving her in a crumpled
heap on the floor.
Her arousal started to build in a tightened coil deep in her belly,
building higher and higher as he increased his movements inside her. She tried
to tug her hands away, wanting something to grab hold of, but he held her firm.
His teeth gently sank into her nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pain directly
down between her legs and she unraveled, crying out her pleasure louder than
she meant to.
Ryker slipped his fingers from her and used his body to hold her up as
she collapsed against him. She panted, her forehead rested on his chest,
looking down. His arousal was evident, bobbing up to meet her gaze.
She wanted to repay him.
Jenna dropped to her knees and held his length in her hand, steadying
him. Ryker gazed down at her, his lips slack, his eyes hooded with need. He
reached out and put his palms flat against the wall, steadying himself.
Jenna parted her lips against the shiny, smooth end of him, inhaling the
musky scent that was purely Ryker Russo. She licked the salty drop of his
desire and then sank her mouth down over his length.
Ryker gasped above her and she glanced up to see his eyes closed, his
lips parted. She swirled her tongue around him and increased her pace and
suction. He grew even harder in her mouth and she reached out to gently cup his
balls and squeeze.
His eyes flew open, locking her gaze with his. “Fuck, Jenna,” was all he
managed before he reached down to drag her back up again and tore her remaining
underwear from her body.
“Wait,” she said, forcing herself to be sensible. “We need protection.”
“It’s okay, I’m clean.”
“Yeah, so am I, but that’s not the only thing to worry about.”
“Jenna, if you happened to get pregnant, I would be the happiest guy in
the world.”
She kissed him. “You’re crazy. But this isn’t the most stable place I’ve
been in my life, so get us some protection.”
He gave a smirk. “Whatever you want.”
He grabbed the condom from his drawer and quickly sheathed himself.
She held her arms out to him and gave him a wicked grin. “Now come here
and do me.”
He slammed her hard against the wall, and hooked one of her legs around
his hip, opening her up to him. His hard length pressed against her most
intimate part and with a forceful thrust, he pushed up inside her, filling her.
Jenna cried out, her head falling back against the wall. Ryker’s mouth was on
her throat, grazing her skin with his teeth, as he thrust again and again. She
gripped her nails into the muscles of his shoulders, her body jerking with
every movement, her heel digging into his taut ass. One of his hands grabbed
the curve of her bottom, while the other roughly held her breast. She didn’t
care that their love-making was rough and brutal. It was as if he was trying to
claim her for his own, fuck her into submission.
Jenna’s orgasm powered through her, grasping tight to Ryker as he let
out a guttural groan and held himself deep inside her.
They clutched each other, their breathing gradually returning to normal.
Ryker dropped a kiss on her shoulder and then pushed her hair away from her
face with one hand.
“I fucking love you, Jenna. Don’t ever leave me, okay?”
She pressed her lips together. “I love you, too,” she told him.
But she couldn’t promise she would never leave.
Author
Bio:
Marissa Farrar has always been in
love with being in love. But since she’s been married for multiple years and
has three young daughters, she’s conducted her love affairs with multiple
gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.
The author of seventeen novels and
numerous short stories, she has successfully self-published for the last five
years. She predominantly writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but has
branched into contemporary fiction as well.
If you would like to know more about Marissa, you can usually find her hanging out on her facebook page https://www.facebook.com/marissa.farrar.author . You can also tweet her at http://twitter.com/MarissaFarrar
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