In Her Sights (Away From Keyboard Book 2)
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“All normal activities?” I’m starved, but not for food. These past few days, we’ve watched a dozen movies on Netflix, ordered takeout from every restaurant in the neighborhood, and tried to forget how close we both came to dying.
Though we’ve had some stellar—and R-rated—make-out sessions, we’ve yet to make love, and I don’t know if I can take another night where I wake with his name on my lips and my clit aching.
Carefully, he slides his left hand into my hair. “All of them.” His fingers tighten, and the pinpricks of pain send desire flooding the lace between my thighs. Thank God for overnight shipping and a damn good insurance company.
Walking me backwards down the hall, he holds my gaze, and the silver flecks in his eyes darken. “I need you, Inara. And dinner won’t be ready for an hour.”
“There’s a lot we can do in an hour.” Flicking open the button on his Levi’s, I grin, and when the backs of my legs hit the bed, I lean into his kiss.
Firm lips claim me, and I yield to the light dance of his tongue. As I shove his pants down his hips, he groans, and his erection presses against my thigh.
“I want you naked,” he roughs out and tugs the teal sweater over my head. “Oh, fuck.” The red lace bra can’t hide my peaked nipples, and he rolls one between his fingers, drawing a long, low moan from my throat. “You and lace. I’ll never get enough.”
“There’s more.” Dropping my gaze for just a moment, I quirk a brow. “I was going to have you tonight even if I had to tie you down so you couldn’t move.”
Royce takes a step back, and I kick off my shoes and step out of my pants. When I look up, shock stills my movements. He’s holding a pair of padded cuffs almost identical to the ones that burned in the fire—still attached to my headboard, if I recall. “You’re not the only one who can work a little online shopping magic,” he says with a wink. A quick twist of his fingers behind my back and the bra falls away. “These are for later, though. First, I’m going to taste you.”
Guiding me down to the bed, he worships my breasts, lavishing attention on each nipple until I’m begging, and my arousal slicks my thighs. “Hands braced behind you. I want you to see everything I do to you.”
From this position, leaning back with my ass half off the bed and my legs spread wide, he gets his wish, and the sight of his tongue teasing the edge of my thong, his kisses trailing slowly along the top of my thigh until he slides the soaked lace off my hips and thrusts two fingers deep inside me is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Come for me, baby.” With a swipe of his tongue, I implode, and I see only him as endless waves of pleasure threaten to drown me.
An hour later, I carry two plates of lasagna and garlic bread to the table, wearing only one of his army t-shirts and a stupid smile I can’t seem to wipe away.
He managed a pair of jeans, and his bare chest gives me all sorts of ideas that don’t involve food, but we’re going to need our strength for the rest of the night, so I sink down onto the chair across from him and admire the cut of his muscles as he pours me a glass of wine.
In my memories, he struggles to breathe as Coop laughs, and I shudder, my chest tight.
“Inara?” Royce reaches for my hand, and as if he can sense my thoughts, he holds on tight. “Breathe, baby. We survived.”
We did. And today, I saw my shrink. Royce didn’t know about the appointment, but tonight, when we’re lying in bed, our legs intertwined, I’ll tell him everything. Including the peace I’ve made with who I am. I can’t shove all my emotions inside the little box they used to fit into. I’ll never be able to do that again. But the work I do with Hidden Agenda…the team—the family—I’ve found myself a part of…they don’t need me to be a statue anymore. They need the woman I am now. The one who knows emotions don’t make you weak. They make you stronger.
With a gentle tug, he pulls me into his lap, and I run my fingers through his hair, over the scar behind his ear, and down to his neck. Dipping my head, I brush my lips to his.
“I love you, Royce. With you…I’m who I’m supposed to be.”
Royce and Inara found their happy-ever-after.
But Ryker’s spiraling out of control, and for a man like him, that’s the worst place to be.
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Control keeps him alive. Until Wren.
Hidden Agenda was all Ryker had to preserve his sanity. Now that Inara and West need some time off to recover from Coop’s betrayal and Ryker’s recovering from a gunshot wound, he’s losing his mind.
Desperate to escape his own personal hell, Ryker heads for Boston, where a former Special Forces teammate needs his help.
Ryker’s up for the job. Until he finds out he needs to rescue a free spirit hacker who doesn’t take no for an answer.
Hold on tight.
Don’t deviate from the plan.
And maybe you’ll stay alive.
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Acknowledgments
I’d like to give a shoutout to my Unstoppable Forces Team. These super fans kept me motivated, and during that long, last night of writing, a few of them gave me some very inventive curses for Inara, Royce, and Ryker to use.
Kayce contributed dickless bastard and fuckwad.
Elizabeth offered up fuckstick.
Vickie contributed steaming pile of shit.
Michele offered up shitstain.
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I’ve always made up stories. Sometimes I even acted them out. I probably shouldn’t admit that my childhood best friend and I used to run around the backyard pretending to fly in our Invisible Jet and rescue Steve Trevor. Oops.
Now that I’m too old to spin around in circles with felt magic bracelets on my wrists, I put “pen to paper” instead. Figuratively, at least. Fingers to keyboard is more accurate.
Outside of my writing, I’m a professional editor, a software geek, a singer (in the shower only), a beginner guitar player, and a runner. I love red wine, scotch (neat, please), and cider. Seattle is my home, and I share an old house with three spoiled cats.
I’m on my fourth—fifth?—rewatching of the modern Doctor Who, and I think one particular quote from that show sums up my entire life.
“We’re all stories, in the end. Make it a good one, eh?” — The Eleventh Doctor, Doctor Who
I hope your story is brilliant.
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