Years ago, I was fascinated with pawn shops. I’ve never been in one, but I love the idea of them. So much history, so much personal angst. Or happiness waiting to be passed on to someone new. Either way, I always thought they would be fun places to explore. However, I gave little thought to they’re also being a business. This is something Evelyn Collins isn’t able to forget.
Blurb:
As family wage earner and pawn shop manager, Evelyn Collins thinks she's kept a good watch on everything in her corner of the world. That is, until Harve Liddell, son of a local crime family, and Detective Joshua Rosen step up to show her just how much she's missed.
Evelyn Collins inherits the family pawn shop and thinks things are starting to change for the better. Now, if she could keep her younger brother out of trouble, and handle two surprising suitors, things would be great.
Harve Liddell suffers from the reputation of his family's involvement in organized crime, but Evvie Collins has always treated him as a friend. Far from friendship, he wants to set her blood afire with passion. When Harve's ready to move, he finds Detective Joshua Rosen is, too.
For years Josh Rosen has wanted Evelyn in his bed, but stayed away because Jews were second class citizens in Minneapolis. He's no longer willing to wait. The only thing blocking him is Harve Liddell, and the trouble Josh is sure he's embroiled Evelyn's brother in. He must find a way to trap Liddell without causing Evelyn pain before he can claim her.
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Excerpt:
Nudging her to her back, he slipped between her legs as though he’d always belonged there. Maybe he had. God knew, he’d dreamed about being there long enough. Lacing his fingers with hers, he positioned their hands beside her head. No need to use his hand to lead his cock to her pussy. It found the sweet spot like an arrow aimed by an expert archer.
“This might hurt,” he said.
“It won’t,” she said back, with such conviction he had a moment’s doubt that she was a virgin. But then, he knew his Evvie, and she was as pure as an angel.
“Spread your legs as far as you can. And try to relax.”
“Harve Liddell, you’re inspiring a lot of things right now, but relaxation isn’t one of them.”
He laughed—a first for him, buck naked and between a woman’s thighs. He took her mouth at the same time his cock sunk into the heat and tightness of her pussy.
He had to push, because her muscles resisted the necessary stretching to accommodate him. She wasn’t kidding—she was anxious.
He swept kisses up her jaw to her ear. He nibbled the lobe and then whispered, “Relax, sweetheart. Let my cock in.” He flexed his hips, trying like hell not to hurt her any more than need be yet feeling the strain himself as each moment passed. It was all he could do not to drive inside and relieve his own urges.
“Feel my dick, sliding inside you?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
“It wants you. I want you. Your cunt wants my dick, too. God designed us that way.” Her breath hitched enough for him to feel it, and she squeezed his hands.
“You’re so sexy. Your tits pressing my chest are driving me crazy.”
The sex talk worked. She raised her hips to push against him and accepted him an inch more. With the next probe, her hymen blocked his way.
“There’s no easy way to do this,” he whispered and thrust hard.
“Oh, my God!”
He was there, deep inside, surrounded by heat and her natural moisture. He took a needed deep breath, letting her adjust to his size. “It’ll be better in just a minute. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
Remarkably, she wrapped her legs around his butt and pushed up. “No, I meant, ‘Oh, my God’ that feels incredible. You’re inside me so far, it’s like we’re one person.”
His Evvie was one in a million. “It’ll feel even better, starting right now.” He pulled out to the entrance to her channel and slid back in.
Out and in. Out and in.
Then he took her mouth again, a conqueror, sliding his tongue in and out, reveling in her response. She sucked at him at the same time she met his cock’s thrusts. Her moans urged him on, harder, faster. He wouldn’t hold out much longer at this rate, but he had to, for her.
Then she shattered beneath him. Her pussy grabbed his dick and contracted, all along his length. He drove in a final time, coming with surprising force.
Harve broke their kiss in order to suck in air. He let go of her hands so he could push his weight a little off her, and she readily wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked his neck and shoulders while her spasms continued rippling over his cock. Her breathing was deep, her eyes closed.
“My God,” she muttered. “My God.”
He had spent his load but remained where he was to let her finish. Her pussy wouldn’t stop, providing an incredible ride inside the world’s sexiest woman. He dipped his head to lick her nipple. She arched her back to feed it to him.
Finally, she calmed completely. His dick, spent but happy, slid out of her pussy. When he removed the rubber to dump in the trash basket beside the bed, it was slippery with her cream.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“There was a tiny bit of pain, but no. It felt…like nothing I could ever describe to anyone.”
“Good?”
“Fantastic. Remarkable. A miracle. I should have done this years ago.”
“No!” He sat up, propped on one hand, and stared down at her. “No, Evvie. You were keeping yourself for me.”
She smiled sweetly and reached up to cup his cheek. “You’re probably right. It wouldn’t have been the same with anyone else.”
He covered her hand with his own. “It’ll always be good between us.” He turned his head to kiss her palm, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. “I love you, Evvie.”
“I must love you, too, or else how could I feel this good?”
“Oh, the body lies all the time. Yours is meant to respond to a man’s dick, a man’s touch. I want you to love me with your heart and mind.”
“I think maybe I do, Harve. But this has all happened so fast.”
He hesitated, wondering how to approach his question. “Did Rosen kiss you when he took you home the other night?”
She looked away and bit her bottom lip. “Yes. Why do you ask?”
“Did you enjoy it? Did he give you tongue?”
“Harve, those are personal questions.”
“My sweet siren, I’m not the only man who wants you in his bed. Josh Rosen does, too.”
“How do you know?”
“He told me. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s in love with you, too.”
“Oh, no.” She bit her lip again, the sparkle in her eyes dimming. “I have feelings for him, too. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Since my dad died, everything seems different.”
“It’s okay, honey. We want you to think about something. If one of us can make you feel as good as you just did, how much better might it be with two of us?”
A little about me:
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.
After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.
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