Vigilante Sin_Steamy western with a paranormal twist.

by Lana Gotham

  It was warm and tender and I was growing more aroused every second.

  He nibbled inside of my leg near my knee, then continued up my thigh. He stopped only to take tiny bights that enticed instead of hurt.

  When he reached the inner tops of my legs, he stopped. His breath was hot against my sex, making me actually quiver with anticipation. I could feel his lips close—so close and feather light—against my pussy. His tongue grazed the center, barely touching my clitoris, and the tight knot in my belly deepened. Every muscle in me seemed to tense. To wait.

  I waited for him to lick. To suck. To knibble.

  Instead, he let out another hot breath then continued upward, kissing my belly, my belly button, my ribs. When he reached my breasts, he again paused. His tongue was wet and warm as it circled my nipples, barely touching the most sensitive skin. Again I waited for more. Again, he continued to move.

  He left a scorching trail of kisses up my sternum to my collar bone. His lips dove into my neck, then behind my ear. Finally, I felt him hover over my lips.

  “Jon?” I rasped.

  The blindfold caused each touch, each nibble, each almost kiss to feel that much more intense.

  I heard the smile in his words. “I am here.”

  For a moment there was no sound outside of our breathing. I was wet—so wet—as I waited for him to do something. My nipples puckered to attention. I craved him on my skin.

  “How are you feeling, Little Wolf?” he growled.

  “Ready.” I said.

  “No, describe how you are feeling.”

  I thought a moment. The tight yearning grew even deeper roots in me. I could barely think. “I am...ready. Really ready. Every nerve in my body wants your touch. I want your lips on my breasts, on my sex. I want your tongue all over me. I want your cock to pump inside me.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying, but I meant it. “I am so wet, Jon. I am so...just so ready.”

  “I can see.” The weight on the bed shifted and I knew he was no longer near me. I heard his feet across the floor.

  “Jon? Where are you going?”

  “I have something, Little Wolf.”

  His footsteps clomped across the wooden floor and the front door opened then shut.

  I was alone and naked.

  What the hell is Jon doing?

  A moment later, he returned.

  “Would you like some ice, Little Wolf?” He asked.

  “Ice? Why would I want some ice? I want you to fuck me.”

  Before I could finish my request, I felt his ice cold fingers against my folds. The burning sensation of ice pressed against my clit and I cried out.

  “You like it?”

  I panted. Hard. “Yes.”

  He slipped the piece of ice into my pussy. My muscles contracted around the cold burning. A moment later, Jon’s mouth was on my pussy. He entered me with his tongue and devoured me. The cold of the ice mixed with the heat of his mouth brought ecstasy like I’d never experienced. His tongue moved inside of me while his lips kissed my sex.

  I moaned. The tingles began to build.

  He brought another piece of ice to my belly and slid it up the length of my body to my nipples.

  Ah,” I cried out.

  He said nothing, but continued to bury his mouth in me while pressing the ice to my nipples.

  Right as I was about to be racked with pleasure, just as my orgasm was about to explode me over the edge, he pulled his mouth from my pussy and shoved his cock inside.

  Jon fucked me, pumping his big dick in and out of my body. I was blindfolded and unable to move—but every tender nerve was at attention thanks to the cold ice and his hot breath. He fucked me harder and harder as our bed smacked against the wall and scooted across the floor.

  My hands and feet were cuffed so I couldn’t move, but I could moan—and man did he make me moan.

  The pleasure wracked my body.

  He fucked me harder and harder. I could feel the length of his cock—every ridge and edge.

  “I love you Alyssa,” he said in rhythm. “I love you so much. You make me the happiest man there ever was.”

  He pounded against my pussy. I was so wet, that my juices leaked from me.

  Jon’s fingers closed around my nipples and he thrust harder and harder.

  I cried out as my orgasm came and sent me over the edge.

  “Yes. Jon—I love you too!” My words matched my ecstasy.

  Jon fucked me straight through my orgasm.

  “This pussy—this is mine. I want it to be mine forever—I realized that. I know I fucked you under a disguise and I shouldn’t have done that—but it made me realize something. I don’t want to lose you ever. You saved my life. You saved my sanity. You saved my soul. You loved me when I was at my deepest and darkest and you love me now when I am at my happiest.”

  “Yes, Jon,” I said, again filled with pleasure.

  His pace sped, and I came a second time.

  “Yes, Jon!”

  Jon pumped once more. Twice more. Then he came. His seed filled me—I could feel it wet and warm as it shot through me.

  He collapsed on top of me, his large body covering me. He kissed me behind my ear, then my lips. I could taste the flavor of myself on his mouth.

  His kiss grew deep and hungry and left me light headed.

  When he pulled away, he slid the blind fold from my eyes.

  Jon gazed down at me tenderly, and pressed his large palm against my cheek. “I love you. I need you. Be mine forever?”

  “What are you asking me?” I gasped.

  “Marry me, Little Wolf. Be my wife, Alyssa.”

  My heard pounded against its cage. His wife? I’d never thought I’d get married. I’d never dreamed it. My job was dangerous. It required time—lots of time.

  But his wife...

  I pressed my eyes closed and thought of what it meant. How it would make me feel. I realized I wanted nothing more.

  “Yes, Jon.” I said. “Now uncuff me so I can hug you!”

  His mouth again pressed against mine in a deep kiss. He pulled away. “A while ago I said I was the happiest man. I lied. Now I am the happiest man!”

  I turned to wrap my arms around my big strong lover, but the chains of the cuffs caught me.

  “Uncuff me!” I said, and pulled against the bed with a tinking noise.

  Jon laughed. “Yes. Of course.” He hopped from the bed and I enjoyed the view of his taught body. He picked up his trousers, and stuck a hand deep in the pocket and look worried.

  “Jon...what is it? Why are you making that face?”

  “Nothing. It’s just...” He stuck his hand in the other pocket. Relief flooded his face.

  “You thought you lost the keys, didn’t you?” I asked, in a snarky tone.

  “No. Of course not.”

  “Yes. Yes you did. It doesn’t matter. Come unlock me.” I was dying to hug him.

  “Kind of brave to take that tone with the man who holds the key to your freedom. Maybe I should leave you handcuffed for a while?” The corners of the right side of his mouth lifted into a half smile. “Maybe you need a little time to think about things?”

  “Jon...you wouldn’t.” My mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Come on. You win. Let me out.” I pulled against the cuffs, kicking my feet.

  “I don’t know, Little Wolf.” He turned toward the door.

  “You better not, Jon. You better not!” I yelled. I wasn’t angry—but I would be if he left me on the bed.

  Jon pushed open the door and walked through. “See you in an hour.” He called over his shoulder.

  “Jon! Jon you get back here!”

  I kicked hard knocking the chains against the metal bed.

  I stopped and lay still. I was going to make him pay for this. If there was one thing he should have known—it was that you didn’t want to get into a prank war with me. I took winning very seriously.

  A full three seconds later, the door burst open and Jon bounded across the room, in
all his naked glory. He pounced onto the bed and planted one more kiss on my mouth. “I was just joking. I would never leave you here!” He slid the key into their locks and freed me.

  I threw my arms around him and relished the feeling of his skin pressed against mine.

  I hugged him as tightly as I could. A month ago a joke such as the one he’d just tried to play on me would have been beyond him. I hadn’t realized that his seriousness was bedded in sorrow. Now that he was free from that sorrow, his laughter was common.

  And it did me good.

  I pressed my hands against the tight muscles of his back and lay my head against his chest.

  “I love you Jon.”

  He kissed the top of my head then growled into my ear. “I love you too. I always wills.”

  And he did.

  If you can’t get enough GloryLand, stay tuned for the next in the GloryLand Series

  BAR TENDER’S BAD BEHAVIOR

  Cheryl Thompson grew up in a whore house. This left her heart hard against the possibility of love. When genuine nice-guy Deputy Tom Lewis comes sniffing around, at first she is annoyed. But there is something about his kind words and the way he only says exactly what he means that begins to melt her heart. Their friendship blossoms, though it is evident that Tom would want more, Cheryl isn’t ready.

  When her adopted daughter is in danger and Tom comes to the rescue, her feelings begin to grow and soon she finds herself drawn to the Deputy.

  She wants him—body mind and soul.

  And Deputy Tom is more than happy to oblige. He gives in to her every desire, happy to play a starring role in her fantasies.

  Filled with explosive, kindle-melting good-guy sex (did you even know that was a thing? Because it is and you are going to love it!) Bar Tender’s Bad Behavior will become your newest favorite book.

  Looking for Steamy, contemporary romance?

  Check out the HOT FOR series, new from Lana Gotham!

  Book 1: GETTING EDUCATED releases late April!

  Jessica is hot for teacher, but things could turn cold if anyone finds out!

  When 24 year old high school English teacher Jase returns home to Baton Rouge to take care of his Mom after the unexpected death of his father, the last thing he expects to find is happiness, much less love. But when his best friend forces him out to a college tail gate, he meets the girl that just may be his answer to finding both.

  Nineteen year old Jessica’s life isn’t perfect to say the least. All of her friends are having fun at college, but thanks to her late dyslexia diagnosis and absent parents, she is stuck finishing one more year in high school. When she meets hottie Jase at a tail gate, she decides to keep her status as a student secret.

  But when one night of fun and no strings attached turns into something resembling real love, all secrets come out. Matters are further complicated when Jase’s new job not only turns out to be at Jessica’s school, but he is her first period teacher. If the faculty finds out, he could lose his job and his reputation. Is what he has with Jessica worth risking it all?

  Scorching hot and sexy as hell! This story is between two consenting adults put in a taboo position. This one is for anyone who has ever been hot for teacher or thought about fooling around under the bleachers...

  Did you love Vigilante Sin? Then you should read The Ball by Lana Gotham!

  Tristen's ex is getting married and she needs something to take her mind off of the wedding. When she reconnects with her college bestie, Luke, he invites her to a Mardi Gras ball. But this isn't your normal ball and there will be so much more than dancing...

  Luke was nerdy in college, but now he is a rich, successful doctor who looks like he stepped off the pages of GQ. He can't believe his luck when his college crush Tristen accepts an invitation to The Ball of Perpetual Desire...

  At this ball anything can happen and nothing is off limits. Sex fueled adventure awaits. Leave your inhibitions at the door, and always wear a mask...because behind a mask there is freedom.

  Quick, dirty, and maybe a tad raunchy-this stand alone novella is so hot it will curl your toes! Happily Ever After guaranteed!

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  About the Author

  Lana Gotham is the proud author of steamy romance! She loves writing heroes with hearts of gold and heroines with attitude. Make sure and join her newsletter to keep up with her latest book news.

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