Jacqs is a twenty-eight year old woman caught up in an on again, off again relationship with Bond, who is her best friend and the one who causes her the most heartache. She succumbs, yet again, to his powerful charisma, but vows not make it into more than it is, a great night of sex.
Bond, too sexy for his own good, wants Jacqs for himself as he “dates” his way through the female population of South Florida. He selfishly doesn’t see the conflict of interest.
Red, Bond’s best friend, has watched Bond take Jacqs for granted for way too long and soon stakes his own claim on her.
Will Red and Jacqs budding relationship pull apart their tight-knit group of friends and will Jacqs survive being Stuck In Between.
straight as possible. I wouldn’t let Red intimidate me. When I strutted over to
him, his expression left me confused. He’d always been so cold, like a granite
statue and yet, I couldn’t read the new side to him.
no … shit, what I really wanted to say was that I appreciate you coming to get
through the outside house light that cascaded around him.
his back against his vehicle and folding his arms in front of him.
best to temper the urge.”
crossed my arms over my chest as well.
house and through the main sitting area. Dreamworld
played through the sound system. Cat gave me a questioning look as Red led me
into the kitchen. I shrugged my shoulders back to her. He opened the refrigerator,
fingered a Mike’s Lemonade and a bottle of Dos Equis, popped the caps and
swooped up my hand again in his large palm, leading me out to the back.
Jacuzzi and pool. His two-story home sat on the intracoastal waterway, allowing
him to keep his boat right behind the house.
by the pool, smoking cigarettes.
pausing but not releasing my hand.
said, tilting his head in my direction.
tight I had to use my free hand to punch him in the shoulder. I would have
preferred to punch his jaw but I figured it would hurt me more than him to hit
the sharp edge of his face.
personality or at least that’s what he calls it,” I said, purposefully looking
at his pants.
I felt rather proud of myself.
the stairs to his bedroom.
it could have been a room in an upscale hotel except for the antique furniture
on either side of the fireplace and the art on the walls. A chair sat near the
entrance to the room, a pair of slacks over the back of it.
finally managed to pull my hand away from his. “You’ve never given me much
notice over the years. How long has it been?”
Jesus.” I took the lemonade from his hand and took several swallows.
him and leaning back against it.
distance between us.
fuck with me and I won’t fuck with you back.”
drank more to boost my courage.
I’ll just head home.” I stood, finished off my drink and took a step toward the
door that he blocked with his massive frame.
of my hand, placing both bottles on the corner of his dresser. Before I had a
chance to fight or protest he lifted me under my arms, off my feet, and placed
my back against the wall. He groaned as if it pained him and then he descended
on my mouth with his.
and I finally gave over to the incredible sensations he stirred within me. I
took his large face in my little hands and that caused him to groan in
pleasure, deepening the kiss. As I wrapped my legs around his bulky frame, he
held me closer and carried me over to the antique chair by the door. He sat
down with me on his lap, and we just stared at each other for a moment.
reality set in, I sat, waiting. He ran his hands up my neck, followed by his
mouth, kissing and nibbling. Chills fluttered down my spine and I moaned, “Oh,
Red.” Wetness pooled in my panties and I wanted him to take me. I wanted to
know what his cock looked like, tasted like. I didn’t care if we ever spoke
again afterwards, or if my motivations stemmed from getting back at Bond. Red
had sparked an intense need that required fulfillment and I wanted him to take
pulled his mouth back to mine and he took control. Clutching my wrists, he held
them with one hand behind my back, and bit his way down my chest. He unbuttoned
the rest of my blouse, pushing the silk down off my shoulders, exposing my
breast and hard nipples to the air.
his hands under my breasts and lowered his mouth. “I had no idea.”
right nipple and I closed my eyes in pleasure. His big hands kneaded my flesh
and pulled on my left nipple.
off his lap and buttoned up my shirt. I glanced in the mirror on the dresser
and smoothed out my hair.
from behind, grasping my breast over my shirt. He nipped my earlobe and said,
“I’m not done with you, but I need to check on the party below.” He clutched
the nape of my neck, turning my head toward him and kissing me one last time.
“I’ll see you downstairs.”