Jay
My life was a dark and desolate place. Consumed by work and full of regret, loneliness had become my closest friend. Ink and a tattoo machine were my therapy, a way to claim my own skin with the art that I loved.
The day I walked into her shop, I knew I’d found what I needed.
The light I’d been looking for.
Jade
When I first looked into those blue eyes I saw a depth behind them that I wanted to explore. Jason “Jay” Clarke was more than a perfectly pressed suit and dimpled smile. He was a man with a heart of gold drowning in the weight of his world.
He wanted me to mark him.
I never expected him to soothe my aching heart.
When our worlds collide and Jay begins to fall apart, will my love be enough to save him?
**WARNING: Not recommended for younger readers due to sexual content and language.
Letting go, Jay turned toward the table and pushed our dishes out of the way. My glass tipped over, spilling water onto the floor, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Sit down,” he told me, taking my hand and guiding me to the edge of the table.
I did as I had been told, getting up on my toes, before sliding my ass over the edge and sitting in front of him. His warm hands ran up my thighs, and his eyes were so dark and passionate that I couldn’t look away.
Kneeling down, Jay picked up one of the belts from our robes before standing up again. “Do you trust me?” he asked, holding the belt in one of his hands.
I glanced at it before meeting his gaze. I did. I probably trusted him more than I should. “Yes,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on his.
Jay’s lips lifted on one side, exposing one of his dimples. “Good,” he said before lifting the white belt and putting it over my eyes.
I gasped in surprise as everything went black. The soft material held my eyes closed as he tied it behind my head. I could feel his warm body in front of me, his thighs touching the insides of my knees. The rain sounded louder as it hit the deck outside. Licking my lips, I waited for Jay to make his next move.
“Lie back,” he whispered next to my ear.
I grinned and slowly leaned back, afraid I might knock something over. Jay’s hands helped guide me down, and once my head touched, I relaxed on the hard wood. Jay’s warmth left me, and I felt so exposed, lying there while blindfolded before him.
A few seconds later, I heard movement in the kitchen. The refrigerator door opened and closed, and I worked to control the rhythm of my breaths as I waited. I vaguely heard Jay’s footsteps as he came back into the room. It was hard to hear anything with the storm outside. Jay’s leg brushed mine before he moved to stand between my legs again. I had to fight the urge to talk. I wanted to ask him what he was going to do. I wanted to beg him to touch me, but I also knew the silence was only building the connection between us.
I have to trust him.
I felt Jay leaning forward, his hand moving to the table beside my shoulder. In the next second, something ice cold was on one of my nipples. I inhaled sharply as Jay’s lips wrapped around it, sucking it into his warm mouth. I sighed. The relief from the cold and the pure erotic feeling of having his mouth on me was almost euphoric.
Releasing me, I felt him move again before doing the same to my other nipple. A gust of wind blew outside, and I heard the rain pounding harder against the glass doors as I sucked in another breath. My legs drew in closer to Jay’s as my back arched off the table, my hands curling around the edges of it. I could feel the warmth of Jay’s chest as I drew closer to him, but he pulled away, and I relaxed back onto the table. I was breathing hard again, waiting to feel what he’d do next.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice right above me.
Saving Jay (Breaking Free #3)
Freeing Asia (Breaking Free #1)
Breaking Shaun (Breaking Free #2)
My husband is awesome and also a Chief in the US Navy. This means crazy schedules, uncertainty and lots of nights spent alone writing on my computer.
I have two amazing kids who always know how to make me laugh.
I've been passionate about writing since I wrote my first poem in the 3rd grade and I've been using it as a means to express myself since.
I think because I hold my emotions so close and fear being vulnerable I use different forms of self expression- writing, drawing, painting, photography, tattoos- to show the world who I am.
The one rule I use everyday is the Golden Rule--"Treat others the way you'd like to be treated." I believe karma is very real and sometimes she can be a bitch if you make her that way.
I love acting crazy, I love to laugh, I love making people laugh, I love the ocean, I love dancing like no one is watching, I love good music, I love good books... oh man I should probably stop there. I love a lot of stuff.
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