by Taylor Tryst
G-Spot
A Carnal Reunions Tale
By Taylor Tryst
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
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G-Spot
Copyright © 2009, Taylor Tryst
Edited by Jessica Berry
Cover art by Rika Singh
Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-086-6
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Electronic release: November 2009
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
About the Author
Chapter One
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Hello to all of Gracie’s Girls, class of 1999. Once again, thanks to all of you for the flowers and phone calls after my aunt Gracie’s passing last winter. You all meant so much to her, and to me.
As I’m sure you all know, our tenth college reunion is coming up this summer. Since I now have Gracie’s big rambling house all to myself, I’d like to extend an invitation. If any of you are coming back for the reunion, you’re more than welcome to stay here, in your old rooms. Gracie quit taking in college students several years back, so there’s no one here but me, and I’d love to have some company while I’m getting the house ready to put on the market. So what do you say? One last time as roommates? It would be great to see all of you again.
Hugs,
Karen
* * * *
Detective Lily Sutherland walked into her old bedroom in the aging Victorian, her skin on fire, her body aching to be touched, the blood just beneath the surface surging through her veins, driven hard by her raging heart.
She wanted to feel Dakota Reese’s hands on her skin, soothing the ache with hungry fingers that would explore and ravage.
All it had taken to release ten years of caged desire was to stand in the doorway of the room that she and Dakota had fucked each other silly in on numerous occasions throughout their senior year in college.
She took a deep breath, her thong panties damp between her thighs, her pussy throbbing like an aching muscle. She glanced toward the window, thinking about the single bed that she’d set-up beneath it during her senior year in college, dozens of images filling her mind.
Moonlight streamed in through the gauzy curtains and danced over his long, muscular body. She straddled his hips, and he buried his cock deep within the sheath of her pussy. It was as if his body had been made to fuck only hers, every inch from the bulbous head to the thick root fitting so tightly inside her she’d thought she’d burst.
Eventually she did, multiple times, orgasm after orgasm tearing through her insatiable body. His touch spurred her on, his eager kiss, and the feel of his muscular arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her down onto his rod as she rode him into glorious rapture.
She smiled, her freshly glossed lips lifting slowly as she crossed the threshold of the doorway and stepped into her old bedroom, practically feeling Dakota’s hands working her body, his fingers deft and agile, probing the damp crease between her thighs.
He could always fine the nub of her clit immediately, his mouth latching onto hers. He’d tongue fuck her slowly and erotically while toying with her sensitive button, playing her like a jazz musician might his instrument—thoroughly and all night long.
Running the tips of her fingers over the miniature rose wallpaper, her heeled boots tapping against the worn hardwood floor as she moved, she stopped at the window. She reached out and tugged on the sheer curtain that covered the glass and gasped in disbelief.
“Dakota,” Lily whispered, the sound of his name echoing in her mind as she spotted him standing at the window of the jock house, known unofficially as The Wet Spot, as if the moment was a memory played out in time.
She couldn’t read his expression, but she watched him raise his hand to his chest, place it just over his heart, then reach out and palm the glass.
How many nights had he made the same motion?
My heart belongs to you.
She closed her eyes and held back tears. Joy, happiness, longing and regret were only a few of the emotions she experienced.
It had been ten long years since they’d seen each other, five of which they’d each spent working on bad marriages that ended in nasty divorces…the blood and guts, rip-your-heart out type of divorces that left one bitter, angry and alone.
Ten years of never forgetting that she’d married the wrong man, that she’d chosen a career and a sweet-talking police recruiter for the Minneapolis Police Department over Dakota, the love of her life.
She licked her dry lips, and couldn’t help but wonder if he still kissed like a wicked demon. She placed her palm between her breasts and touched the cool glass, her nipples tightening beneath her dress, becoming marble peaks of need.
Even with ten years between them, the pain of their mutual separation, marriages and disastrous divorces disappeared, lifted like a heavy burden absolved.
She took a step back from the window and let the curtain fall into place. She turned and took off at a near run, headed for Chloe’s bedroom down the hallway.
She and Chloe had been best friends since college, and though they hadn’t seen each other in years, some things just never changed.
Laughter rang out from the living room below, all of Gracie’s girls reunited in the old Victorian for one last get together.
“Come in, doll.”
She smiled at the sweet sound of Chloe’s voice, and pushed the door open, an odd sense of déjà vu settling over her when she saw Chloe sitting at the antique mirrored dresser putting on her face.
Chloe had a beautiful daughter, had lost her husband, and though she looked tired, she had grown into a gorgeously strong woman with a fierce love for her child. How could Lily not respect that?
“You’re wearing that, darlin’?” Chloe asked the minute Lily crossed the threshold.
Yes, Lily thought with a laugh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes, some things never changed.
Dakota Reese stood in a bedroom window at The Wet Spot, a sane man amid the utter chaos of his ten-year college reunion. It was Ace Banner’s room, but Dakota had crashed there after partying with the jocks on many occasions. Not to mention, it had allowed him to be close to Lily. It had always been about Lily.
Hooking his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans, he lifted his gaze to the grand Victorian a few houses away.
“Easy Reese,” Dakota whispered when he saw movement in the window of Lily’s old bedroom, his heart double tapping his ribcage, his body reacting like a machine.
Cock hard, blood racing, he blinked, his brain cautioning his heart not to leap, though it was too late for such precautions.
He dove off that cliff ten years ago, and Lily Sutherland had haunted his dreams ever since. He saw her face in every stranger’s on the street, at the grocery store, and in the countless women he’d interviewed throughout his career as a federal agent—all of whom had refused to be labeled a victim.
He told himself a million times that it wasn’t Lily he saw, though his blood heated at the very possibility, the very chance that he
might connect with her again.
He never forgot the nights they’d spent together, their limbs entangled like vines, his cock buried deep inside her sweet-as-a-peach pussy, pulsing and throbbing, her cunt a hot, wet sanctuary molded to the length of his cock.
Resting his hands on the window ledge, he took a depth breath, trying to rid himself of the hard on bulging against his boxer briefs. Remembering how responsive she was didn’t help matters. She was always eager to fuck, and she’d been the one to initiate their first sexual encounter. She was never shy, never timid.
Not his Lily.
She was white hot, the curves of her body dramatic. He’d memorized those curves the moment he’d probed her body with his tongue, and mapped it with his fingers.
Her breasts were firm and ample, not too large, but big enough to satisfy any red-blooded man. Her nipples were quick to harden and so sensitive he could make her come by pinching them gently with his thumbs while he ate her sweet pussy.
“Fuck, Reese.”
He was disgusted with himself. Lily wasn’t even in the same house, and he could barely keep his throbbing cock in his pants. How in the hell was he going to spend an entire evening with her at the reunion party without embarrassing himself?
He wanted her now; he’d wanted her always, but he’d let her walk away.
They’d both walked away to pursue their careers.
“Not this time, Lily.” He turned and crossed the room with a determined purpose, trying to talk his cock into submission. “Not this time.”
Letting Lily go had been the biggest mistake of his life, and Agent Dakota Reese didn’t make the same mistake twice.
Chapter Two
Wearing basic black from her head to her toes, Lily turned to her right and checked her Jimmy Choo Peep-Toe Slingbacks. Though her shoes were fabulous, she frowned at her staid reflection. Maybe she should have listened to Chloe and gone with a bit of color?
Dazzling red would have brought out the vibrant gold flecks in her hazel eyes, and the bright blue dress that she’d bought but had never worn would have accentuated the blond highlights in her hair—highlights that she maintained with a monthly visit to the salon despite the fact that she’d been divorced. Hell, she hadn’t gone on a date since she’d dropped enough weight to slide into her skinny jeans without having to lie down on her bed.
Meeting a man was an impossible task when you were a woman who carried a gun. Fellow cops only wanted a quick piece of ass, and she just couldn’t get comfortable with dating some stranger she’d picked-up off the street or at the local bar.
Hell, at least she didn’t have to run a background check on her vibrator. Good ol’ Dick was safe and commitment free. Some would consider her paranoid, but when one dealt with the dead for a living, it was hard to trust the live ones.
Wine glasses floated past her shoulder, and she turned to snag one from the tray. She smiled in response to the server’s greeting, but hesitated, something in his voice familiar. She focused in on the man in the black sports coat and perfectly tailored dress slacks. He flashed a smile that nearly knocked her outta’ her ridiculously expensive Choo’s.
Wasn’t it something that they’d both chosen to wear solid black, Lily thought, returning Dakota’s smile with one of her own. You’d think they were both funeral home directors.
“Hey,” Lily said, looking Dakota up and down. Her gaze halted on the bulge at the center of his slacks. Well, he still dressed to the left, she thought, licking her lips, which suddenly seemed incredibly dry.
She swallowed a sip of wine, and forced her gaze to move upward until she met his bluer than blue eyes with her own. Hell, she thought, her pussy fluttering in response to his erection, he had always been…gifted in the cock department.
He wasn’t porn star huge, but his cock was long and thick, and he knew how to use it. She imagined that his skill had only improved with age and practice.
“Hey yourself,” Dakota said, depositing the tray of drinks on an elegantly decorated table beside them.
He moved in close, but she held her ground. His solid arm rubbed against her skin, setting fire to her flesh as if he’d struck a match, but then his touch had always burned.
“You look incredible.”
“Thanks,” Lily said, biting her bottom lip. He looked eat-me-with-a-spoon yummy and he knew it. He’d always known it, and that hadn’t changed a damned bit. God, why did she find that so hot? “You look pretty good yourself, Agent Reese.”
“Thank you, Detective Sutherland.”
Well, she thought, they’d each kept track of the other’s career.
“Congratulations on catching The Creeper,” Lily said, in true awe of his accomplishment. He had led the Creeper Taskforce, and was instrumental in the identification and apprehension of California’s most notorious serial killer.
“I’m in Arizona now, working on a case.”
She squared her shoulders as he edged closer, moving into her personal space. It was an intimidation tactic. A total cop move, and even though she’d rather die than admit to it, his cool attitude and in-your-face strategy intimidated her a little bit.
Her nipples responded to his proximity like tiny pieces of metal drawn to a magnet, hard and standing upright, as though they would poke through the clingy fabric of her little black dress.
It was insane for her to have this reaction after so many years had passed, after so much pain had been inflicted during their breakup.
“And you’ve closed the most homicide cases in the city of Minneapolis.” Dakota raised his glass of wine, his magnetic blue eyes locking onto hers. “Congratulations.”
Lily tapped her glass against his, her hands trembling. He was too close and not close enough. She swallowed the fabulous Bordeaux, not tasting a bit of it as it cleared her lips and slid down her throat. She’d never be considered a wine aficionado, but she knew enough to appreciate the quality of a fine Bordeaux.
“We should really finish this,” he said.
She watched as he picked up the half-empty bottle and poured more wine into their glasses, hesitating as his gaze roved her body. “God, you look amazing, Lil.”
Lil. He’d called her, Lil.
I love you, Lil.
Fuck me, Lil. Fuck me.
Her heart stuttered, that one little endearment her undoing. It took her right back, as if there had been no time between them.
Before she could respond, he took her by the arm and led her across the dance floor, cutting through the crowd as a cop might a riot in the streets. She tried to keep her cool, but her body was betraying her big time.
Her panties were so wet she imagined he could smell the heady scent of her juices. Just the thought made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat.
“Thank you.” Lily emptied her glass, hoping desperately to catch a buzz that might help ease the tension in her body.
It wasn’t going to happen, Lily realized when he gently rubbed her hand with his thumb, making tiny circles on her skin, circles that left a trail of tingling nerves and sent goose bumps up her arm and down her spine.
There was only one thing that would ease the tension in her body, and that was sex with this man.
Damn.
“So,” Lily snapped, angry at him and not quite certain why. “Is being a G man, all you thought it’d be?”
Dakota winced. He stopped near the swinging doors that led into the kitchen and poured the remainder of the wine into their glasses. He slid one arm around Lily’s waist, the bottle still in his hand.
“Guess I deserved that,” he said, backing her up a step or two.
Lily felt like an ass. Her comment was a low blow and they both knew it. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s been a long time.”
“It’s okay,” Dakota said thoughtfully. “I’ve asked myself the same question from time to time.”
She had always respected his honesty and drive to succeed. Yet, it had been those very qualities that had driven the final wedge
between them.
After graduation, Lily accepted a job with the Minneapolis Police Department and Dakota followed his dreams to Quantico, Virginia. He never considered the fact that she might not want to travel with him to the east coast—that she might want to settle down and grow roots, to stay in one place and focus on her own career.
“It has its moments,” he said simply. He tossed back the rest of his wine and gave the bottle a shake. “Empty,” he said, a thick eyebrow raised wickedly as he looked around the room for a waiter.
He spun on her so quickly that she jumped and backed into the wall. She held her wine glass in one hand, and her tiny handbag in the other, thinking that she should have brought her gun.
“I’ve missed you,” Dakota said, edging even closer. His face inches from hers, their lips nearly touching, he locked hips with hers, his cock rigid against her belly. “I’ve never stopped, Lil.” He brushed his lips over hers in a kiss that was nothing more than a whisper.
“Never stopped what?” Lily kept her eyes focused on his, not for a moment letting her gaze drift away or her lids fall closed. She wanted to hear him say it. To look into his eyes and face the truth once and for all, so that they might get past it.
“Never stopped wanting you,” he said. He kissed her gently, his powerful jaw relaxing, his lips pliant.
The heady aroma of his cologne enticed her to close her eyes. She recognized the scent and decided it smelled like heaven. It was the same fragrance he had worn in college. Like an exotic aphrodisiac, it made her pussy flutter, dripping wet and aching for his cock.
She slid her arms around his neck, and leaned against him fully, from breast to abdomen and everywhere in between. His cock pulsed against her, and the hell of it was that they still fit together perfectly, their bodies seamlessly in line, her curves giving way to the mass of every muscle, every firm, hard edge.
