Double Shot to the Heart
A Brewed Moon Novel
J. Margot Critch
Copyright © 2016 by J. Margot Critch
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The police officers described herein are part of SJPD, a fictitious organization, and are not representative of the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary or the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
Dedication
As always, to Brian. Your love and support make all of this possible.
And to some of my awesome writing friends:
Josh and Michelle – I’m so fortunate to know you both. Thank you for imparting on me your knowledge, wisdom, experience, and your friendship.
Janice & Candace – I’m so glad that I have you guys to share information, brainstorm, celebrate and commiserate with. Thank you for being such great friends and partners-in-crime. Let’s get together and drink the wine!
Libby – My Shield sister-from-another-mister. Even though we’ve yet to meet in person, I consider you one of my dearest friends and all around favourite people.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
About the Author
Also by J. Margot Critch
Chapter 1
Juliana Lark pulled the lapels of her long coat closer over her chest as she got out of her car. The night air was cold and wet, and it left her with the kind of chill that sat deep in her bones and lingered. She walked through the parking lot, as quickly as her high heeled boots would allow in the slush and snow. Reaching the entrance, pulled open the door and was immediately immersed in the warm, sensual air of Leather & Lace, St. John’s only high-end, exclusive adults-only club. Her blood warmed, and she shucked her jacket and passed it to the coat-check attendant.
She strode purposefully to the concierge desk where the courteous attendant smiled at her. “My name’s Juliana,” she said. “I’m here for a meeting.”
The gorgeous blond checked the spreadsheet on her tablet, and then looked up. “Alright, fantastic. You’re in the blue room. The silk blindfold, and everything else that you requested is already in there.”
“Is he here yet?”
The woman checked the tablet again. “Not yet. But he’ll be told to wait for you to ring the bell in the room, signalling that you’re ready.”
Juliana nodded. “Thank you,” she said, and walked away, and turned to the main ballroom. There was only a small crowd gathered, people mingling, chatting, laughing. It was definitely a far cry from the Halloween masquerade ball that had packed the club when she’d last visited, about two-and-a-half months ago. Everyone in attendance that night wore a club-issued gold mask covering half of their faces. She was a cat. Juliana recalled with a smile the scene in the room that night, bodies close together, the beat of sexuality thrumming in the air and she remembered how, even through the crowd, she had been able to lock onto the man in the fox mask.
She had been drawn to him, a victim to his magnetism, so she’d gone to him, confident in both her instinct and her seduction. She’d learned that it was his first time at the club, and she could tell that he was lost, so she’d offered to show him around. She showed him the ins and outs of the things the club had to offer, and it was only a matter of time before the wildness of that night overcame any trepidation he may have felt and he’d lifted her against the wall and taken her thoroughly in front of a crowd of partygoers. Juliana shivered a little at the memory, and the anticipation of what was to come. It had been the best sex of her life, and now she would finally be with her mystery man again.
Juliana walked into her assigned room, took a deep breath and smoothed her hand down the front of her short, tight dress, and then removed her boots, replacing them with the dangerously high heels shoes she’d brought. Anticipation made her hands shake, and she walked over to the armoire placed in the corner of the room, opened it and smiled. Everything she’d requested was provided for her use, including the man she wanted – no, needed - who would be arriving shortly. While it was expensive, her club membership was well worth it, and one of the few real luxuries Juliana allowed herself. She pulled out the black silk blindfold and walked toward the king-sized four poster bed that dominated the room. For a moment, she allowed the dark material to pool and slip through her fingers, luxuriating in the anticipation of what was to come.
When she fastened the cool silk mask over her eyes, Juliana found herself cast in complete darkness. No light from the small room made its way through the blindfold, and she carefully found her way to the bed. When she bumped into the high mattress with her knees, she lowered and sat on the edge. Her hand groped for a moment to find the small brass bell she had seen on the bedside table and gave it a short ring. She sat in the dark silence, straining her ears to hear anything as the bright notes of the bell faded. But she heard nothing except for the excited pounding of her heart and the rush of blood and desire past her ears. She was so ready, and she clenched her thighs together in anticipation.
The door opened, and then closed, and her shallow breath hitched in her throat at the soft click of the lock. She fought the urge to hook a finger underneath her blindfold to see who he was. But no. Anonymous. That was what she wanted. That was what they’d agreed on the first time they’d been together. She didn’t want to know. That was the thrill she sought, why she returned to Leather & Lace.
When he didn’t come to her immediately, Juliana stood and took a few steps away from the bed toward the sound of his breathing, in an effort to find him. She hoped to affect a display of confidence to mask her nervousness. Instead, in classic, klutzy, Juliana fashion, she tripped on something, and stumbled, arms pitching out in the darkness to brace herself for the fall. But before she hit the floor, his arms wrapped around her, holding her up.
“Mr. Fox?” she whispered, looking upwards.
“Hello kitty cat,” he whispered. His breath washed over her shoulder, gliding over her like a touch. She shivered with need.
“I’m glad you came,” she said, with a smirk.
“You were playing it cool on Halloween, I didn’t expect you to throw yourself at me so soon.” He chuckled, the sound warm as it rolled over her. His voice, a low whisper was gravelly, yet honey smooth. “You have no idea how surprised I was to get a message from this place about meeting
you here,” he told her.
Juliana bowed her head. She’d taken a chance in messaging the concierge, hoping that she could be connected with her Mr. Fox. She was more than surprised when she’d received a confirmation from Leather & Lace saying he would meet her. “I didn’t know if you would be open to it.”
He lowered his head and the short hair of his beard tickled across her cheek, as his lips grazed the shell of her ear. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. I’ve thought about you so much since Halloween.”
“Me too.” She sighed when his lips skimmed the sensitive skin of her throat. “It’s so crazy. And I don’t even know your name.”
“Do you want to know my name?” he asked her after a brief silence.
Adamant, she shook her head, and her brown hair waved with the movement, covering her shoulders. His fingers dragged through the tendrils, pulling back her hair, baring her shoulder again. Behind the blindfold, her eyes closed with his touch. “No,” she whispered. “No names. The more anonymous, the better.” His lips tickled her shoulder, and she sighed. “I like not being able to see you. It already feels like each of my other senses are heightened. It’s just like on Halloween. But I know tonight is going to be better.”
“It will be,” he promised.
Juliana felt his lips trail across her shoulder, up her throat, and to her ear once more. He breathed in her ear before catching the lobe between his lips. She rolled her head back onto his shoulder. That was what she had wanted. She wanted the masterful touch of her mystery man, to feel him against her, inside of her. Even though she’d engaged in some public scenes during her time as a member at Leather & Lace, it had always been planned and the rules established with her partner. But that Halloween night had been wild, spontaneous and the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. Since their mysterious and quite public Halloween encounter, she’d missed the touch and feeling of the man in the fox mask. There was something about him that she’d craved for weeks. And now she was going to have him again.
Her mystery man hooked a finger underneath the strap of her dress, and dragged it off her shoulder, peeling the material of the thin, backless gown down her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the cool air of the room kissed her skin, raising goosebumps and stiffening her exposed nipples.
She took a deep, anticipatory breath, and felt him push her dress over her hips until it pooled around her ankles so that she stood there in nothing but the blindfold, her heels, and her favourite blue, lace panties. He dropped his lips to her shoulder, continually showering her with kisses. He’d grown a beard in the six weeks that had passed since their last encounter. The short, soft hairs on his chin scraped against her delicate skin and she trembled. “That’s new.”
“What is?”
“The beard. I like it.”
He stilled, and she felt him stiffen before he pulled away from her, leaving her standing alone in the center of the room. Wearing the blindfold, she was no longer sure how to get back to the bed, so she stood in place, awkwardly folding her arms in front of her stomach until he hopefully came back to her. Juliana had no idea where he had gone. She missed his warm lips and the roughness of that beard. And she focussed on listening, hoping to hear him, hoping to hear some sign that he was nearby.
Without warning, he came back to her. He took her chin in his hand, and the touch was simultaneously rough, and careful. As his lips landed on hers he didn’t give her a chance to respond before she opened her mouth and his tongue pushed past her lips. He tasted like whiskey; he must have indulged in a drink at the bar before joining her. She breathed through her nose as her tongue stroked and intertwined with his, inhaling his scent, like leather mixed with vanilla, but so completely masculine.
His lips blazed a trail over her jaw, down the column of her throat, and across her shoulder again. She moaned in response to his careful attention as every nerve ending burned for attention, while his hands, starting at her hips, ran up her naked torso, up her waist, past her ribs, and cupped her breasts. She arched her back into his touch, rubbing her torso against the musculature of his, trying desperately to get closer.
“Why so impatient, Kitty Cat?” he asked her, as his mouth hovered over hers. She could feel his breath wash over her chin and wanted to taste him again. “We’ve got all night.”
When his mouth finally descended over hers again, Juliana melted against his body. Her limbs turned to liquid, and had he not wrapped his strong arms around her waist she was certain that she would have fallen to the floor. He’d removed his shirt, and her palms grasped his chest, feeling the layer of hair between her fingers, as he guided her backwards, their mouths and upper bodies fused, until she felt the mattress hit the back of her legs. He lowered her slowly on to the bed, and she felt the foot of the mattress dip under his weight as he settled between her knees.
In her excitement, she almost longed for the hurried release of their first encounter, and she reached out to unfasten his pants. We’ve got all night, could have been a blessing and a curse. She knew that he would take his time, explore her, but she was ready for him, there and then, and she didn’t think she could wait any longer.
Mr. Fox positioned himself between her thighs, kneeling before her. He flattened his palms on her knees and pushed them up her thighs, separating them, spreading her legs to him. Juliana held her breath in anticipation for his touch where she needed him the most. “Kitty Cat,” he breathed, his murmur was low, husky. With just his touch, he was lighting her skin on fire, overwhelming her senses. She was certain that if she removed the blindfold and looked, she would find singe marks from his burning touch. “I’ve been thinking about this since Halloween, getting to actually see you, take my time with you,” he whispered, reaching where her thighs met her torso. He hooked his thumbs underneath the band of her panties and she obediently raised her hips, allowing him to pull them away from her body, completely exposing her. She heard his rough exhale, and she gasped when he ran two fingers up and down her wet crease, she was completely ready for him. He found her clit, the small bundle of nerves, and circled it with his fingers, her entire body warmed at his touched, and her moan was loud.
“Me too.”
He pulled back from her, and she immediately missed his touch. She heard a metal clang, and the sound of the leather of his belt, as it whipped away from the loops of his pants. He shifted and it felt like he was getting rid of his jeans, and it was confirmed when he returned to her, and she felt the stiff shaft of his cock against her thigh.
He leaned over her, resting his weight on his forearms on either side of her head, and he kissed her. His mouth took over hers, his tongue driving, plundering her mouth, stealing her breath. He broke away from her mouth, but never removed his lips from her skin, as he kissed his way from her, blazing a hot trail with his lips and teeth across her jawline, down the line of her throat and her shoulder, his beard scratching her, his lips soothing along his way
When he lowered his attention to her breasts, his mouth encircling the small buds of her nipples, Juliana thought that she might explode from the static energy that crackled throughout her body, sending shockwaves from her chest straight to her core. He stayed there for several minutes, driving her wild with his lusty groans and the attention of his mouth on one breast, and his fingers on the other, before he switched.
It was too much, and she didn’t think she would be able to handle any more. She writhed underneath simultaneously trying to pull away and get closer him. Then he moved lowed. He dragged his mouth over her, down her mid-line. His tongue circled her belly button, and dipped inside briefly before he moved lower, settling between her thighs, her legs over his shoulders.
Juliana held her breath for what was to come. She was already so tightly coiled, so full of need, that when he slid his tongue over her in one long, lazy stroke, she broke apart, shattering with her orgasm. She dug the heels of her shoes into the muscles his shoulder blades, but her mystery man didn’t pull away, he stayed with her, his
strong, fingers gripping her ass as he feasted on her, drawing out the end of her orgasm until she quieted beneath him.
He moved over her, and when she heard the rip of the foil condom packet, her breath quickened. Juliana had barely recovered. But one earth-shattering orgasm, had done little to sate her. She was already impatient for her next one. However, this time, she wanted him with her. She wanted to feel him inside of her again, she was anxious for it. Craving him.
He wasn’t going to make her wait long. He grasped her waist, turning her roughly so that she was lying on her stomach and he pulled her up, so that she was kneeling on all fours before him. His hands were on her hips and he held her in place, while nudging her ass with his stiff length. “You ready, Kitty Cat?”
“I am.” Juliana’s nod was fast, and more desperate than she would have liked, but she didn’t care. The muscles of her thighs quivered with need, and she tried to push back toward him, but he held her in place with his large hands on her hips.
His chuckle was slow. “You’re so impatient,” he murmured, and reaching around her hip, he played his fingertips along the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. Juliana couldn’t muster a reply and instead whined, as he drew lazy circles over her, and placed himself at her entrance. She stilled, bracing herself, so ready for him. He didn’t make her wait any longer as he entered her in one strong, quick thrust.
Juliana cried out at the intense pleasure of feeling him, and when he pulled himself almost all the way out, and entered her again, and again, she whipped her hair over her shoulder with a shake of her head. She arched her back to absorb the pleasure of his delicious blows. His thick arms wrapped around her waist and raised her so that she was kneeling upright, her back against his chest, his coarse chest hair tickling her back. One of his arms were wrapped around her, palming her breast, squeezing, pinching her sensitive nipple, and his other hand continued their rhythmic strumming around her clit, while his hips pumped wildly, filling her, over and over. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. She was completely surrounded, locked in and taken over by him.
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