Strong ties aren't easily broken... First loves have the ability to fill us with hope and then shatter us when they end. Some people can pick up the pieces and move on. Others simply learn how to exist as a fragment of the person that they used to be. Shane “Mack” MacAllister is one of the ones simply existing. His wife Ella died at a young age, leaving him alone and broken. Shane knew he’d never be able to give himself to another, believing there was nothing left to give. That is until a young, feisty doctor blazed into his life and made him rethink letting someone into what’s left of his tattered heart. Dr. Megan Huntley has devoted her life to taking care of others, ever since her twin sister was brutally murdered. She might not have been able to save her sister, but she has made it her mission to help other victims. Long hours in the Emergency Room and volunteer work at the Rape Crisis Center leave little time for relationships. When Megan meets the rugged and handsome Shane MacAllister, she decides to throw caution to the wind and take the police detective for a ride. Too bad she can’t get him out of her head… or her life. Will Shane and Megan be bound together by true love? Or will past loves and tragedy tear them apart?
**Bound in Blue can be read as a standalone**
**Disclaimer: This content is unedited and subject to change** Copyright © Jessica Ingro
When the engine on my Harley stopped purring, I put the stand down and took off my helmet. Staring at Megan’s brownstone I wondered what the fuck I was doing there. It had been hours since I left the station and I successfully talked myself out of seeing her numerous times. There was no talking myself out of it now. Something inside me needed to see her. Maybe it was hearing John say her sister’s death ate at her every day; knowing that I had a kindred spirit in her. Maybe it was the urge to bury myself inside her tight, wet heat and forget everything except how she made me feel. Maybe it was the way her eyelids fluttered when she came down from an orgasm. Or maybe it was the way her touch soothed me and made me ache for more than just the occasional fuck. Whatever it was, it had me walking up to her front door and hoping she wouldn’t ask too many questions. I wasn’t ready to have to dig deep and find the answers to those questions. After the second knock, she opened the door. Her face was makeup free, her hair falling across her shoulders and past her breasts. She had on a skimpy yellow tank top and short white shorts. Her tanned legs looked soft and smooth and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to have them wrapped around my back. “Mack?” She asked with a mixture of concern and surprise in her voice. Instead of answering her, I put my hands on either side of her face and kissed her. My tongue touched her lips and she immediately opened for me. She tasted even better than I remembered. Still kissing her, I walked forward forcing her to walk back into the house. When we got to the stairs, I swept her up in my arms and hoofed it up to her bedroom on the third floor, only breaking the seal of our lips when necessary. Once in her room, I set Megan on the bed and used the weight of my body to push her down on her back. Covering her with my body, my hands moved with purpose over her skin. One hand cupped her breast, while the other groped her ass. She moaned and pressed her breast further into my palm. Her beaded nipple was begging for attention. Fuck, but I needed her. Not wanting to waste any more time, I made quick work of undressing us both. Once she was laid out before me, I fought back a groan at how fucking beautiful she was. And so damn perfect. She looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, submissively waiting for me to direct how things would go. That damn vulnerability and trust was my undoing. I lost all composure, positioned and buried myself to the hilt. Her arms and legs wrapped around my body, tightly holding me to her as I pumped in and out. My eyes fought rolling back into my head with how damn good she felt. That’s when I realized I didn’t wrap my dick. Slowing my thrusts—because shit it felt too good to stop—I asked her, “You on the pill, buttercup?” Her eyes blinked, a haze of lust and need clouding them. “What?” She asked breathlessly. “I asked if you’re on the pill. I’m inside you bareback, baby. Is that okay?” “Oh,” she murmured. “We’re covered. Now can you go faster?” I chuckled, but quickly obliged her. It wasn’t long before she was moaning and I could feel her muscles contracting right before she came. “Mack,” she cried out. “Shane,” I corrected her. “What?” She asked with a confused look on her face. It was rather quite adorable. “When I’m inside you, you call me Shane,” I told her. Why? I have no idea. This certainly wasn’t discouraging her from thinking this was more than it was. I never let anyone call me Shane when I fucked them. Not since Ella. Blocking the thought from my head, I buried myself deep and circled my hips, hitting her swollen, sensitive clit. “Shane,” she breathed as her climax hit her. Her nails scored my back and I made a mental note to let her have free reign more often.
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About the Author
Jessica is the author of the Love Square & Concierge series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she's been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world. Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.
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