Title: Stuck
In Between
Author: Blakely
Bennett
Genre: Erotic
Romance
Release
Date: March 24, 2014
~ Synopsis ~
Jacqs
is a twenty-eight year old woman caught up in an on again, off again
relationship with Bond, who is her best friend and the one who causes
her the most heartache. She succumbs, yet again, to his powerful
charisma, but vows not make it into more than it is, a great night of
sex.
Bond,
too sexy for his own good, wants Jacqs for himself as he “dates”
his way through the female population of South Florida. He selfishly
doesn’t see the conflict of interest.
Red,
Bond’s best friend, has watched Bond take Jacqs for granted for way
too long and soon stakes his own claim on her.
Will
Red and Jacqs budding relationship pull apart their tight-knit group
of friends and will Jacqs survive being Stuck In Between.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20560304-stuck-in-between
~ Excerpt ~
I shook out my hair, put my
shoulders back and stood as straight as possible. I wouldn’t let
Red intimidate me. When I strutted over to him, his expression left
me confused. He’d always been so cold, like a granite statue and
yet, I couldn’t read the new side to him.
“Why did you want me to come and
what did you mean? Wait … no … shit, what I really wanted to say
was that I appreciate you coming to get me.”
“Let’s go have a drink.”
“A drink?”
“Yes, you could use one.”
“Would you stop doing that?” I
said, squinting up at him through the outside house light that
cascaded around him.
“Doing what? I just offered you
a drink,” he said, resting his back against his vehicle and folding
his arms in front of him.
“No, you said I needed one.
You’re so bossy.”
He laughed and said, “You bring
it out in me. I’ll do my best to temper the urge.”
“You have urges?”
“You don’t want to know,” he
said, glaring down at me.
“Oh … I,” I stuttered, my
nipples flaring at his intent. I crossed my arms over my chest as
well.
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me
along with him into the house and through the main sitting area.
Dreamworld played through the sound system. Cat gave me a
questioning look as Red led me into the kitchen. I shrugged my
shoulders back to her. He opened the refrigerator, fingered a Mike’s
Lemonade and a bottle of Dos Equis, popped the caps and swooped up my
hand again in his large palm, leading me out to the back.
I loved all the palms and the
large stone deck around the Jacuzzi and pool. His two-story home sat
on the intracoastal waterway, allowing him to keep his boat right
behind the house.
Two guys I didn’t recognize sat
at the wrought iron table by the pool, smoking cigarettes.
“Hey Ray, Charlie, glad you
could make it,” Red said, pausing but not releasing my hand.
“Thanks for the invite. She’s
a tiny one,” one of the guys said, tilting his head in my
direction.
“She makes up for it with a big
mouth,” Red said with a smug expression.
I tried to pull my hand out of his
grip, but he held on so tight I had to use my free hand to punch him
in the shoulder. I would have preferred to punch his jaw but I
figured it would hurt me more than him to hit the sharp edge of his
face.
His friends chuckled, leaving me
even more incensed.
“And he makes up for his
Neanderthal size with his small personality or at least that’s what
he calls it,” I said, purposefully looking at his pants.
That made his friends fall out in
hysterical laughter and I felt rather proud of myself.
“Come on, you,” he said,
dragging me back inside and up the stairs to his bedroom.
I had never been in there before.
So neat and organized, it could have been a room in an upscale hotel
except for the antique furniture on either side of the fireplace and
the art on the walls. A chair sat near the entrance to the room, a
pair of slacks over the back of it.
“What the hell is going on with
you Red?” I said as I finally managed to pull my hand away from
his. “You’ve never given me much notice over the years. How long
has it been?”
“Five years.”
“I’ve been putting up with
your crap for five years? Jesus.” I took the lemonade from his hand
and took several swallows.
“Take it easy, Jacqs,” he
said, closing the door behind him and leaning back against it.
“Stop telling me what to do,
would you?”
“I can’t help myself,” he
said with a slight smile.
“Try.” I sat on the edge of
the bed, putting plenty of distance between us.
“I didn’t much care for your
joke.”
“Your friends rather liked it
and you started it. Don’t fuck with me and I won’t fuck with you
back.”
“Do you have to talk like that?
It’s very unattractive.”
“What the fuck … shit …um
heck do you want from me?” I drank more to boost my courage.
“I’m warning you, Jacqs.”
“Warning me? From what? What
will you do?”
“Don’t push me.”
“I push your buttons without
even trying.”
“I’m well aware of that.”
“Are you going to answer me?”
I asked. “Because, if not, I’ll just head home.” I stood,
finished off my drink and took a step toward the door that he blocked
with his massive frame.
He crossed the distance between
us, swiped the drink out of my hand, placing both bottles on the
corner of his dresser. Before I had a chance to fight or protest he
lifted me under my arms, off my feet, and placed my back against the
wall. He groaned as if it pained him and then he descended on my
mouth with his.
I tried to push him off me, but he
remained hard as steel and I finally gave over to the incredible
sensations he stirred within me. I took his large face in my little
hands and that caused him to groan in pleasure, deepening the kiss.
As I wrapped my legs around his bulky frame, he held me closer and
carried me over to the antique chair by the door. He sat down with me
on his lap, and we just stared at each other for a moment.
Afraid of breaking the spell that
I knew would end once reality set in, I sat, waiting. He ran his
hands up my neck, followed by his mouth, kissing and nibbling. Chills
fluttered down my spine and I moaned, “Oh, Red.” Wetness pooled
in my panties and I wanted him to take me. I wanted to know what his
cock looked like, tasted like. I didn’t care if we ever spoke again
afterwards, or if my motivations stemmed from getting back at Bond.
Red had sparked an intense need that required fulfillment and I
wanted him to take me.
Running my hands through his short
cropped red hair, I pulled his mouth back to mine and he took
control. Clutching my wrists, he held them with one hand behind my
back, and bit his way down my chest. He unbuttoned the rest of my
blouse, pushing the silk down off my shoulders, exposing my breast
and hard nipples to the air.
“No bra? You’re naughtier than
I imagined.”
“You’ve thought about me?”
“Incessantly. Keep your arms
behind you,” he said as ran his hands under my breasts and lowered
his mouth. “I had no idea.”
“What?”
“For such a tiny woman, you have
rather large nipples.”
I scrunched my face, not sure if
he liked what he saw.
“No need for the funny face, I
love them.” He sucked on my right nipple and I closed my eyes in
pleasure. His big hands kneaded my flesh and pulled on my left
nipple.
“Ohhhh,” I called out, arching
into his caresses.
“Shhhh,” he said, “I think I
heard something.”
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“Stay the night.”
“That’ll go over well with
Bond, for sure.”
“Did you have to mention him?”
The bubble had burst and in my
embarrassment, I scurried off his lap and buttoned up my shirt. I
glanced in the mirror on the dresser and smoothed out my hair.
He pushed into me from behind,
grasping my breast over my shirt. He nipped my earlobe and said, “I’m
not done with you, but I need to check on the party below.” He
clutched the nape of my neck, turning my head toward him and kissing
me one last time. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
Blakely
Bennett grew up in Southeast Florida and has been residing in the
great Northwest for over eight years. She graduated from Nova
Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts
for her particular interest in crafting the personalities, struggles,
and motivations of her characters. She is an avid reader of many
genres of fiction, but especially erotica and romance. Writing has
always been her bliss. She is attracted to stories of self-struggle
and ultimate recovery.
Blakely
is married to a wonderful, loving and supportive husband, also a
writer, who helps to keep her grounded. She is a mother, a
communitarian, a lover of music (always on while she is writing—thank
you, Pandora), and a good friend. An advocate of love and female
empowerment, she is a facilitator for a women’s group. She loves to
walk and hike for exercise and finds that, since moving to Seattle,
WA, she is now one of those “crazy” people who walk in the rain.
Stuck
In Between (erotic romance) is her 5th novel. She is also the author
of the dark erotic suspense, My Body Trilogy (My Body-His, My
Body-His (Marcello) & My Body-Mine) and co-authored the
contemporary romance, The Demarcation of Jack with her husband, Dana
Bennett.
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