The Gunny & The Jazz Singer (Birchwood Falls #1)
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"Yes, yes," she cried.
He pulled out—not all the way but just until the mouth of her vagina kissed the tip of his cock. Then he plunged back in, repeating the process until his hips pistoned into and out of her at warp speed.
She lifted to meet his every thrust. The sounds of their panting, the wet sounds of their fucking, ratcheted her up until she felt the force of his ejaculation which triggered her orgasm. She came with a shout. Her hips shuddered, her vaginal walls pulsed like little electrical charges exploding, muscles clutching and releasing in an endless ride. Then she slumped, burying her face against his shoulder.
He rolled to her side and removed the condom, wrapping it in a tissue. Holding her securely, he murmured, "Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't want to go so fast."
She couldn't talk, keeping her eyes closed to savor the quivering of her body inside and over her skin.
"Honey?" He chuckled then sobered. "Are you okay? Was I too hard on you?"
"Huh? No, no."
He nudged her breasts with his nose, shaping one mound with his palm, urging the tip to his lips. With a groan that turned into a deep growl in his throat, he latched on and suckled.
Her back arched, her palms cupping his head closer. He switched breasts. It was perfect. His tongue circled and swirled. He nipped gently and rocked her hard nipples until she pleaded for more.
"I wanted to take my time, seduce you. Kiss every inch of your body. I didn't want our first, after all this time, to be such a clumsy affair. But making you come like that…" He pressed his face into her hair. "My God."
He tipped up her chin and smoothed his lips over hers.
She took the melting kiss and turned it back on him. Pressing her palms on his chest, she pushed him onto his back. "I'm kind of glad to see you too," she purred as she settled astride him, sitting back on his thighs.
Gazing down at the dark mat of hair on his pecs, down to his thick black thatch cradling a cock already rising to attention, she traced the narrow trail of hair up his flat belly, around his bellybutton, up onto his chest. "God, you're beautiful," she cooed.
He wrapped his fingers around her waist. "No, you are."
Rising up on her knees, she watched his expression, watched his eyes glaze. "No," she whispered playfully. "You are. And still hard. Or hard again?" She smoothed another condom down and took him inside of her, slowly sliding down on his big, smooth tip. "It's wonderful having all of you buck-naked and in my bed. It's been a long wait." She swayed her hips and tightened her interior muscles to stroke his shaft.
"Yes," he groaned. "Like that." He nudged into her again.
She felt the head of his cock butting against her womb, he was in so deeply.
"Do it again," he commanded, his eyes closed.
She loved the look of lazy satisfaction on his face. Her lips quirking, she whispered, "Okay." She moved up and down, circling and consuming him.
His thick sex burnished the nerve endings in her passage. Her head lolled back with the pleasure. They weren't frenzied this time. His eyes remained squeezed tightly shut until suddenly he stared directly at her, his expression intent. Then he came in another white-hot rush.
The sensation of his cock throbbing its release and the deluge of his hot semen inside her brought her over the edge. Her cry pierced the quiet, and she collapsed onto his chest, her nose pressed against his neck, the fullness of his glorious erection buried deeply inside her.
He drew her into his arms, covered her back with open palms, rubbing them slowly up and down her spine. Disengaging, he rolled to her side holding her against him. "Phoebe, honey, I missed you so much."
"I noticed that," she cooed, brushing his throat with her lips.
"I meant what I said about coming home with me."
"Marc, everyone would think I was with you just for the club. For your money."
"Are you kidding? Don't you know how much everyone in town loves you and your talent? You have more friends there than I bet you do here."
Torn between wanting a successful career and…
"I understand your love of performing, and you are an amazing singer, but can't you have success in B Falls, sing to your heart's content, and have your friends and me in your life?"
She didn't respond right away and then rolled over to get out of bed. Glancing over her shoulder, she lost her breath at the sight of his long, muscular body. He lay with one arm at his side, the other bent up, head resting on his hand.
Would she be settling for the easy way or making the best decision of her life?
"Phoebe, I have plans. I want to re-open Marietty's. I want to restore my house. And I want to spend the rest of my life married to you. So that's my offer. It's open-ended. You don't have to decide right this minute but don't think I'm being too complacent about it. I want you more than I've ever wanted another woman."
Those light-blue eyes of his had deepened in color as he studied her. She knew he meant everything he'd said.
She wanted him right back.
Her search for success came from the first ten lonely years of her life. Her adoptive parents had filled every hole in her heart with love and lessons. They'd recognized her talent and needs. Hadn't they taught her she had value just by being? They'd tried to make up for the early years, and she was so thankful for their support.
Her friends Moira and Davy gave her the same kind of love and support. And now Marc was in her life. Could she accept the love he offered? Oh, she wanted to.
Everything. She could have everything she'd really yearned for all her life. All she had to do was go home. Did she need Broadway? Did she need a concert tour? She just needed to sing. She needed to have a home and love. That was what Marc was offering.
It was a risk, yes. But as she knew, all of life was a risk. She guessed she'd always been a gambler.
It was time to take this one.
"Phoebe." He'd climbed out of bed and stood before her, not touching.
She looked up at him.
"You're a million miles away. Are you okay?"
She smiled, feeling like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "I guess I've decided."
His answering smile sent her pulse racing with its mixture of hopefulness and confidence.
She drew her finger down the center of his chest, then placed her palm over his heart. It thumped strong and steady. "I don't think I realized until I met you that I'd been looking for you all my life. Somehow we found each other. We can make a new family."
He clasped her shoulders possessively.
"I love you, Marc."
He tipped up her chin, his crooked smile now victorious. He expelled a relieved-sounding breath.
"And I'll marry you."
He dropped to his knees and scattered kisses across her belly. "Wait. Obviously, I don't have the ring on me." He laughed and scrambled for his jeans.
"You brought a ring? What if I'd said no?" He's a gambler too.
"Not an option. I'd have hung around here until I drove you crazy and you said yes." He sat them both on the edge of the bed and opened the pretty blue velvet ring box.
"Oh my God, that's spectacular! I love it." And she did. The ring had a large diamond in the center and a smaller on each side, all emerald-cut.
"The design means love. Past, present, and future."
"I know." She could hardly breathe. Patting her chest, she said, "I don't know what to say. I'm overwhelmed."
"Yes. That's all you have to say, and I'll put this on your finger, sweetheart."
"Yes!"
He slid the ring on the third finger of her left hand.
"It fits!" Finally, with tears in her eyes, she threw her arms around him. "Thank you so much for believing in me."
"I believed in you the first moment I saw you."
"In the club?"
He shook his head. "Uh uh." Then he smiled mischievously.
Her eyes widened. "My front window?"
"Oh yeah. That was quite a welcome to the neighborhood.
I would have accepted cookies or even a tuna casserole."
"I've never done that before." She laughed, playing with the hair on his chest.
"Good, and I hope you don't plan on greeting a neighbor like that again."
"Don't worry, baby. All my private bits are for your eyes only."
"Ditto!" He tossed her back on the bed. "I'll give you everything I've got, my love. The house, the club…"
"Children?"
"B Falls is a great town to raise them."
"Yes," she repeated. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Phoebe Barnes," he said, suddenly very serious. "And I always will."
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Mike Banning, Marc's childhood friend, watched
Marc and Phoebe struggle against a foe and
then were rewarded by finding love with each other.
Look for Mike's love story in
The Bride Takes a Powder
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You may recall that two county deputies from Parkersburg, Hank and Pete,
appeared briefly in this story as Phoebe's home town friends.
These deputies have their own love stories also available now.
Hank's story is Home to Stay http://amzn.com/B00P3AQ8WQ.
Pete's is The Keeper http://amzn.com/B0087RW3KI.
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About Jane
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen, and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with nineteen books published. The craft of writing sensual romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process—developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied—third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary—none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time—the best job in the universe! And I'm fortunate enough to have found my own happily ever after husband.
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality
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