Monday, February 13, 2017

#Xcerpt of Brothers in Blue: Marc by Jeanne St. James (18+ only)

Book 2 of the Brothers in Blue Series...

 The Brothers in Blue Series, book #2
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Meet the men of Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will change the rest of their lives. This is Marc’s story…

Officer Marc Bryson doesn’t believe women should be in law enforcement. Ever. When his older brother, Max, is promoted to the small town’s police chief the first thing he does is hire a woman fresh out of the academy. Then makes Marc her Field Training Officer.

Determined to follow in her late father’s footsteps, Leah Grant has the moxie to break any glass ceiling that stands in the way from becoming a police officer. Even if that means proving to her coach—who only wants her in his bed and not in the field—she’s worthy of being a permanent member of the force.

Working in a man’s world, Leah challenges Marc’s misconceptions about women in the line of duty. But as they struggle to separate their work life from their undeniable chemistry, things continue to steam up and get a little kinky. These two officers of the law must toe the line after being caught red-handed.

In the end, can Leah prove to Marc that she is good as backup as well as in bed?

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Leah eyeballed the ATV. She had never ridden one before and, naturally, it had a single seat like on a motorcycle, so they’d be riding in tandem.
“Helmet?” she asked when he mounted the ATV and shimmied up toward the handlebars so she could climb on behind him. And straddle his hips. And tuck his ass in between her thighs.
Not that she was giving all that intimate contact much thought. Right.
“None needed. We’re taking a leisurely ride, not racing around.” He nodded at Menace who sat crookedly, his pink, slobby tongue hanging out the side of his mouth while he panted. “Plus, dufus here will want to keep up, and I don’t want him running too hard on growing bones.”
He gave her a hand to help steady her as she lifted her leg up and over, settling in behind him. The heat from his body warmed her inner thighs and…other places.
“You’re going to have to hold on tight. I don’t want to dump you in the dirt.”
Leah tentatively placed her hands on his waist, trying to avoid the sticky situation they had been in earlier in the day. Maybe today wasn’t the best day for such close contact.
“Tighter.” He grabbed her wrists and pulled them around his body until her hands almost reached his belly button. She ended up smashed against his back. She wished both of them had worn thicker shirts since her nipples were hard and there was no way he wasn’t noticing them poking him from behind. She cursed silently.
“Pulled pork!” The words escaped him in a burst.
Marc shook his head and groaned. “I hope Ma is making pulled pork for dinner.”
“Hold on,” he commanded as he started the machine between their legs and hit the accelerator.
The ATV jumped forward, whipping her back. She scrambled to get a better hold onto the man in front of her. Menace galloped awkwardly alongside the four-wheeler, barking in excitement. At least the puppy was smart enough to stay away from the front.
Like the first day of work, Marc went smoothly into his tour guide persona. “My parents own two hundred acres. Right before my pop retired from the force, he started planting trees. Lots and lots of Christmas trees. It’s been a great venture for him since he retired to keep busy and out of my mother’s hair.”
He drove slowly between a barn and a newer looking pole building. The sign above the door said Boneyard Bakery.
“That’s Max’s wife’s new place. Dad and Max built it for Amanda so she could start her own business.”
Sounded like a loving family to her. It was nice to see a wife and in-laws getting along so well. “What does she bake?”
“Dog biscuits. Natural, or organic, or some such shit. Tree-hugger bones for dogs.”
Leah coughed to cover up her laugh at his description. She’d have to keep her own tree-hugging ideas to herself, since he apparently had such an ill opinion of them. “I’m sure Menace enjoys them.”
He turned his head to look at the clumsy dog still keeping up. “Yeah. Don’t ever make the mistake of letting him in there. I don’t want to have to replace her ingredients again.”
Leah chuckled. She could see a dog named Menace creating havoc in a building full of dog treats.
“You’re laughing, but I’m serious. I took a financial hit on that one.”
Once they cleared the buildings, he gave the ATV more gas and she found them riding along a dirt path between rows of pruned Christmas trees. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, of them. The acreage was divided by smooth trails into squares of trees of different sizes and types as far as her eyes could see.
The trees were healthy and beautiful, and she bet during a fresh snow they look magical. Christmassy. Fantastical. But her attention kept returning to the man in front of her. The one settled between her legs.
His military short hair wasn’t even getting messed up, unlike hers. It would take forever and a miracle to get the knots out later. She regretted not taking the time to put her hair up into bun, or at least a pony tail.
“You live close?” she asked the back of his neck. Staring at his skin, she wanted to reach out and taste him with the tip of her tongue to see if he was salty. She sighed as she imagined pressing her lips to the top of his spine. The vibration of the engine and his denim-clad ass pressing against her made her pussy twinge. Heat was building at her core and she felt wet with longing.
“I recently bought the farm that butts up against this one.”
Leah swallowed hard, trying to concentrate on what he was saying. “You wanted to be close to your parents?”
“Yeah sort of, since they’re getting older, but the major reason was it went cheap and had fifty acres they can use to expand the tree farm.”
Wow. Fifty acres. The biggest piece of land she’d ever lived on was a small lot in the suburbs growing up. One where it only took twenty minutes to mow. With an old rotary mower.
“Pop already started some seedlings on it.”
She wiggled against him trying to relieve some of the numbness in her rear from sitting on the hard seat, as well as the growing hunger between her legs. The scooching pushed her pussy tighter against his ass, the sensitive peaks of her nipples brushing across his back. The intensity of the heat and tightness in her lower body made her close her eyes and bite her lower lip for a moment. Her breath puffed against the base of his neck.
“Pig ears!”
Marc scrubbed the top of his head with his palm. “Uh, Menace’s favorite chew toy.”
While she was having a meltdown being pressed against him, he’s spouting off about his dog’s toy. “And what does that have to do with planting trees?”
“Nothing. I got…distracted.”
So, their bodies being mashed together while he putted through the rows of trees was affecting him as much as her. Good to know, but it didn’t do anything to solve her sticky situation. Simply, only two solutions came to mind. Get off the ATV and walk back to the house. Or…
She rested her face next to his neck, her breath warm and moist against his skin. Goosebumps appeared on his arms and he tightened his grip on the handlebars until his knuckles were white.
She flattened her fingers on his stomach and slid them up until she found his tight nipples…and hard rings? He had piercings in both nipples. She hadn’t noticed them under his shirt until she felt them. Interesting. She traced both of them with her fingers before heading south. Slowly, though. Oh so slowly. His stomach was ripped, she discovered as she felt the bulges of his muscles on her way down. She wanted to count each firm muscle to see if he truly had a six-pack, but she was on a mission. Both of her hands landed on his hips, squeezing for a moment before meeting in the middle.
The ATV suddenly swerved, causing her to rock against him. The denim under her fingers was stretched to almost the breaking point. His length hard and thick under his jeans.
“Ham bone!”
Was that some sort of safe word? She looked at him curiously. “Do you have fantasies about pig products?”
“No, just about the woman behind me.”
With a little smile, she tucked one hand down between his thighs to where his balls were. He was emitting heat like a furnace. Hot and full. And she wanted everything he had to offer. After she was left wanting earlier, she needed a release. And she wanted a good one. No, not good. Glorious. A seeing-stars type of orgasm.
“Fuck, Leah,” he groaned and jerked the four-wheeler to a stop. “What are you doing to me?”
“Nothing you don’t want done.”
He killed the power to the ATV. “Get off.”
She was trying to. In more ways than one. But before she dismounted the four-wheeler, she grabbed his crotch tighter and bit the back of his neck.
His voice broke like a tween’s as he yelled, “Get off!”
She quelled her knowing smile and scrambled off the recreational vehicle, and he quickly followed.
With a hand to the back collar of his T-shirt, he yanked it over his head and tossed it to the ground. Wasting no time, he grabbed the hem of hers to pull it off too, throwing it next to his.
Grabbing her upper arms, he jerked her toward him. “God, I just want to feel you against me.”
Through the fog in her brain, she hoped he wanted more than that. Way more. Because she was about to climb him like a slippery slope.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. The skin to skin contact set off little electric shocks throughout her. With ease, he unsnapped her bra and let it fall to her elbows. With a shake, she let it drop the rest of the way to the ground. She wanted to press herself against him to feel the light dusting of chest hair he had and his gold hoops brush against her nipples. But he had other ideas as he held her away. He cupped a hand around her breast, stroking the nipple with his thumb. He captured the other in his mouth, tasting her, sucking, kneading the fleshy mounds. Her head fell back, her mouth opened as she screamed silently. The pull of his mouth ignited all kinds of feelings in her. Dirty, naughty, filthy feelings. All the good ones.
He switched and concentrated his attention on the other nipple which stood erect due to the attention of his fingers. He sucked her whole nipple into his mouth, while pinching and twisting the other one. Her knees buckled. She tried to catch herself with a hand to his shoulder, but he guided her down on top of their clothes.
He straddled her, staring down into her face. She could just imagine what she looked like. Her expression lax, her lips parted, her eyes hooded. But she couldn’t read his. The only reaction she noticed was his nostrils flaring and his pecs flexing, like he was having an internal battle with himself.
Oh no. She wasn’t going to let him go this time leaving her wet and unsatisfied. No, she wasn’t. She cupped her own breasts and pinched both of her nipples, stretching them away from her body. A breathless whimper escaped her.
With a curse, he tugged at the button on his jeans and wrenched on the zipper impatiently. He rammed both hands deep into the open jeans and pulled out exactly what she wanted, sliding the denim down enough to frame his amazing cock and sac. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” She lifted herself to her elbows, then pushed herself up until she could plant her palm on his chest and shove him backwards. He let himself go and Leah sank between his spread legs, grasping what he offered. He wormed his jeans down more to give her better access.
Her fingers squeezed him at the root. Watching a drop of glistening precum appear. She lowered her head, her hair hiding her face like a curtain, to lick the crown of his cock clean.
And then she swallowed him deep.
He said things. Lots and lots of things. He shoved his fingers into her hair, curling them into fists. Every time he pulled her hair rougher, she sucked him harder. His hips rose and sank in rhythm to her mouth, her hand.
And then he was talking louder. He repeated the same word. His hands released her hair and pushed on her shoulders. She hesitated long enough to hear what he was saying.
“Stop. Stop. Stop.”
She glanced up to see the cords in his neck tight, his face flushed, his torso twisted.
She freed his cock, shiny from her saliva.
“I was about to come.” He shifted onto his side, pulling out his wallet. With shaky fingers, he grabbed a condom with a wrapper so worn that it looked like it he’d been carrying it around for a while. She plucked it from his fingers and before he could protest, ripped the wrapper open with her teeth, spitting the corner out of her mouth onto the ground. When he tried to sit up, she pushed him back down. “No.”
Mixed emotions crossed his face as she rolled the condom down his shaft. Excitement, surprise, and maybe even a little fear.
She kicked off her boots and wiggled out of her jeans and panties, not caring where they landed when she threw them. And in one move she was above him and sinking down over his hard length without even a how-ya-doin’. As he filled her deeply, so deeply, she closed her eyes for a moment, just reveling the feel of him stretching her to her limits. Neither of them moved. Their hips were still, but their chests both bellowed with harsh breaths. Even without motion, she was on the edge. It had been so long…
Then his thumb found her clit and she opened her eyes, watching him as she began to move. Began to speed up. Riding him hard, taking every inch of him. Squeezing him tight within her. She slammed her pelvis down again and again as he circled her clit, the rough pad of his thumb making her cry out and tilt her hips.
And she wanted him to watch her too. She didn’t school her face. She didn’t care what she looked like as the pleasure overwhelmed her. A climax crashed through her, but she planted her hands on his chest. Hooking two fingers into his nipple rings, she tugged. Her pace never slowed.
The word “again” ripped from her throat. She was wet and getting slicker with each thrust. Her body was vibrating, shaking, as her insides clenched down around him. Her pussy squeezed him as she climaxed once more. She gasped at the intensity.
“Oh fuck. Fuck me,” he groaned. His eyes closed and color bloomed on his chest. He tensed and his pulsating cock swelled even more as he released violently deep inside her with a yell.
She collapsed on him with a sigh, careful not to dislodge him. He hadn’t begun to soften yet and as long as he was hard, she wanted him within her.
She pushed the damp hair out of her face and realized Menace’s blocky head was only inches above theirs. With a soft woof, the puppy lapped at Marc’s face with a slimy, slobbery tongue.
Marc’s face became a mask of disgust as he rubbed at the thick saliva clinging to his forehead. “Oh fucking yuck, asshole!” 

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at or sign up for her newsletter here.


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