By Karen Cote (Guest Blogger)
I grew up in a small town in Missouri sharing years of romance novels with my mother. We laughed together, cried together, and thoroughly enjoyed our favorite authors. My mother has since passed but her gift of memories will always remain through the pages of each novel I write.
Now other than my mother, I have always perceived a hero to be one with that inner ability to lay down their life for another. It’s why you will most likely find a law enforcement officer of some type playing a lead role in my novel. They are very special people to me and I enjoy telling stories about them.
Thank you, dear reader, for the precious time you will use in journeying with my heroes and heroines. May the echo of their laughter and tears create special memories within you as I have enjoyed from authors past.
About Erotic Deception - Told she’d never have children…abracadabra, she’s pregnant. Would the man she loved disappear when he found out?
Her brother was dead. The sole person she’d had left in this world. He’d practically raised her and stood by her during a miscarriage that left her barren How had Dr. Lily Delaney, with a PhD in Psychology, missed the psychotic signs in Anthony Capriccio, the Kansas City District Attorney and her ex-fiancé? Now at twenty-nine she was on the run from threats to her own life. But on the road to a safe secluded lake community, Lily crashes into the path of a new dangerous element, literally. One with deep blue eyes who totes a badge and carries a gun.
After his experience as a detective in Kansas City, Missouri, Jet Walker enjoyed his life as sheriff of the quiet lake community, Windom Hills. However, when Lily Delaney literally crashes into his car and life, his world erupts into chaos. Couldn’t the woman do anything normal? Between fighting to protect her and fighting against his growing attraction for her, the previous peace Jet had found was now falling apart. And how could he possibly trust another woman after the trick his ex-wife played in trying to pass off another man’s child as his?
Lily sighed and her eyes slid closed, this time ready to savor the firmness of his mouth.
At first, it was feather light. Then he began playing first with a modest increase before receding. His tongue darted out to skip along the seam of her mouth and the erotic tease ignited Lily’s desire to taste more. She rose up to press against him, but a hand on her rib cage checked the movement. In confusion, she backed away, but he wouldn’t allow that either. His lips remained poised above hers, a hand stroking at the base of her breast.
“Be sure about this, Lily,” he whispered.
He was delegating this decision to her. What was there to think about? Her attachment to him was overwhelming with strong emotional elements. Love? Rational people didn’t fall this quickly. It had to be that entire hero-worship thing.
Anyway, who knew the next time she’d come this close to a little happiness? Tomorrow they’d say goodbye. No harm. No foul.
Her heart called up a soft cry for protection, but she drowned it out and buried her face against his neck. With his scent assailing her nostrils, she touched her tongue to the smooth skin.
Jet stiffened, but didn’t draw away. Encouraged she pressed her mouth over the wet area and sucked. Jet’s throat contracted in a swallow and the pressure of her mouth intensified.
He groaned and pulled her chin up muttering against her lips. “I think you left a mark.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to receive the soul-destroying kiss she’d been craving. The swirl of his tongue made her dizzy from the tantalizing dance and she trapped it to gently vacuum the tip.
He broke contact and said in a thick voice, “Baby, that mouth of yours is lethal.”
He grabbed her hips and straddled her over his lap. Oh yeah. She inched up to get closer, but her knee collided with his holstered gun.
“Undo the buckle,” he said huskily, pushing her back to give her space to access it.
Lily clumsily fumbled with the front of the duty belt and heard Jet’s muffled curse and laughter.
“On second thoughts, better let me do it.”
After unfastening the belt, he shifted forward to pull it from behind him and Lily threw her head back at the frontal collision.
“Steady,” Jet soothed before casting the heavy belt aside.
The loud thump on the floor shattered Lily’s concentration and she jumped with an instinctive turn of her head.
“Your gun could’ve gone off,” she protested.
“A man can only hope.”
Not slow to the innuendo, Lily giggled, but it melted when he pulled her toward him again. She sighed and sank into him, her breasts pushing against his chest only to wince at the hard metal of his badge.
“That’s quite a hazardous uniform you’ve got there, Sheriff,” she muttered, her frustration belying the mocking words.
Jet quickly identified the problem and before she knew it, she was on her back with him above her. He unbuttoned his shirt and Lily gave a small pout at the brown t-shirt beneath. He smiled and pulled the outer shirttails out of his pants to shrug it off and toss it aside. He leaned down to her and Lily ran her fingers up his forearms, to rock-hard biceps and then over the thin cotton that covered his chest.
He kissed her long and deep, his hands making their own way over her body. He pulled one of her thighs up to his waist and stroked the silky backside before trailing up past her hips to her rib cage. His thumb caressed the underside of her breast.
His breathing intensified, thrilling Lily at the effect she was having on him. His kisses escalated to white hot. Strong white teeth took little nips at her bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. The mix of pain and erotic pleasure almost shot Lily over the edge.
Jet, apparently losing the last vestige of his control, slipped her robe off. He paused to gaze down at the firm full globes and small golden patch.
“Beautiful and natural,” he breathed and then lowered his head.
His tongue stroked over her hardened nipple before his moist lips covered the dark areole to suck deeply.
Lily moaned, her hands luxuriating in the thick vitality of his hair. The texture of his t-shirt reminded her she was naked while he still had most of his clothes on. She tugged on it and he shifted to accommodate her frantic movements.
Lily’s breath caught at the wide expanse that greeted her. A dark triangle of hair arrowed down to a flat stomach and from her position, the view was fabulous. Not too hairy, but oh my, testosterone flowed beneath her fingers as she tangled them in the dark hair. She found his nipples and Jet shuddered as he moved forward to kiss down her jaw to the side of her neck. Soft chest hairs brushed against her bare breasts, shooting bolts of pleasure through her.
She squeezed her legs together to signal her readiness, but Jet wasn’t finished yet. He stroked and teased until Lily growled and wrapped her legs around his waist to surge up against his groin.
With a guttural sound, he jumped up and removed something from his pocket. A condom. With an urgent hand, he reached for his belt buckle, but Lily stopped it.
“Let me,” and rose to her knees.
His lids were heavy as he watched her work at the fastening of his pants. She slid both his uniform and boxer briefs down simultaneously and the beauty and bounty of him spilled out in front of her.
No small size in the pharmacy aisle for him. Apprehension mixed with fascination at the full extent of his thickness and length. In wondrous desire, she reached out to wrap her fingers around the velvet hardness.
Jet made a negative sound and jerked her hand away. “I won’t last,” he muttered.
In one fluid motion, he pushed her back and slid between her legs. He guided the head of his penis to her entry and Lily eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist.
With a muffled oath, Jet thrust his hips and penetrated causing Lily to gasp at the thick pressure. She panted, urging him on and sobbed in distress at the tight barrier resisting complete copulation.
“Shh. Relax, baby,” he coaxed to calm her, but his voice was strained.
Jet closed his eyes and moisture beaded on his forehead. He bent his head to press slow sensuous kisses against her mouth and the tingling transmissions foraged a path to her core.
“That’s it, honey,” he said hoarsely, “now just put your legs a little higher.”
Lily complied to meet Jet’s flexing muscles as he rocked back and forth to ease his way in. Soon, her body began accepting all of him with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he thrust once more to push himself into the hilt. He allowed her to get used to the fullness before carving a rhythm of penetration with withdrawals and gentle thrusts.
The beauty of Jet inside her thrilled Lily beyond any discomfort. To the contrary, the complete oneness brought her to a higher arousal than before. Warning signals beat a path into her brain, but he felt too good, too right, to stop. She closed her mind to the fear and hailed the moment until it was too late and she willingly surrendered to the spiraling abyss, floating along in sensuous pleasure.
Jet drew out every ounce, letting her ride the waves while she instinctively milked him. With her cries reduced to moans, his movements became harder and faster. His breathing escalated to the pumping of his climax and with a final thrust, he came amidst shuddering and jerking.
Lily reveled in the unity and savored the merging of body and soul as his hot semen spurted into her.
Spurted into me? Uh-oh. The validation of her suspicions appeared in the utter stillness of Jet’s body.
With his forehead dripping sweat, he drew back. Seconds later, he broke the connection and Lily winced at the dragging motion. Warm fluid rushed out to pool onto the cushions beneath her.
“Tell me you’re on some type of birth control,” Jet said, grabbing his pants.
Lily struggled between vulnerability and emotional chaos. “I-I’m not, but as long as you’re healthy it’s okay.”
His exclamation cut off anything else she would’ve said and he swung away to disappear into the adjoining bathroom.
* * * *
Jet flushed the shredded condom down the toilet and went to the sink to wash his hands. He stared blindly at his reflection, unable to believe he was here again.
Of course, it was a different woman and the circumstances weren’t quite the same, but it didn’t dilute the result. He’d put himself at risk to another female.
He should’ve known something like this could happen. Hell, she’d been tight enough to suck chrome off a trailer hitch, how could he expect a condom to weather the pressure? The memory caused a twitch of betrayal in his pants and Jet cursed.
The last time he’d let his dick do all the thinking, he’d ended up married with a baby on the way…someone else’s. He hadn’t found out that particular morsel until Celeste miscarried. The deluge of emotions of a miscarriage with a child that wasn’t his had been the lowest point in Jet’s life.
The coincidence of Lily doing the same thing as Celeste all those years ago wasn’t likely. Especially as he’d had control of the condom the entire time.
Still, this letdown to himself was strong and hard to forgive. Could he handle another unplanned pregnancy even if the child was his? Would he marry her? It was too reminiscent of his previous scars and the excruciating decisions forced upon him then. Decisions no man should have to regret. At least not like that.
* * * *
Lily scrubbed at the small stain with the kitchen towel. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t stand before that perfect specimen of manhood and admit she was only half a woman.
The bathroom door opened and Lily glanced up to the hard implacability of Jet’s face. His distant and alien facade told her she’d made the right decision.
He began pulling on the rest of his clothes and it wasn’t until he was fully dressed that he spoke.
“I’m sorry, Lily. This isn’t your fault. It was a mistake, that’s all.”
He picked up his gun and finally looked at her, his gaze long and steady.
“You were engaged to be married, how is it you’re not on the pill?”
Lily debated on answering and decided to tell the partial truth.
“Anthony had a vasectomy years ago.”
It had been a factor in Lily’s acceptance to Anthony’s proposal, as she wouldn’t be depriving him of a family.
Jet looked away and drew in a deep breath.
“I’d better sleep in the blazer for the rest of the night.” He seemed uncertain, which Lily could swear rarely happened. “I’ll call you later.”
He walked out of the room and this time didn’t bother telling her to lock the doors.
Author Bio: I live in a California Castle with Prince Charming and a Magnificent Black Stallion. Okay, it’s a bungalow, a corporate husband and a small black pug who totes a sense of humor and lotsa attitude. But it is a dream. A real life dream to inspire the romantic suspense novels I write.