Liam & Tria’s story
continues in Trapped!
Bizarre
rituals on a remote island in Maine.
My crazy
neighbor lying naked in the produce section of a grocery store.
The sting
of a knife as it slices through my flesh.
Now I
know why they say life is never easy.
The soft
touch of Tria’s hand against my chest is the only thing that keeps me going,
but there are consequences. As a fighter, I should be able to deal with
anything life throws at me, but there is one circumstance I simply can’t
handle.
I only
have one coping mechanism: a tube around my arm and a needle in my vein.
Excerpt
I felt my body tighten
at her touch, and my skin tingled as her fingers moved over my chest and down
to my abs. She took one finger and slid
it over the ridge of each muscle. I
caught her under her chin with my fingers and brought her mouth back to mine.
Open mouthed, I moved
from her lips, up the line of her jaw, to her ear, and back again. With my free hand, I crept from her hip up
her side, and my thumb stroked the skin of her stomach. I felt her hand over mine.
I started to pull away,
assuming her intent was to tell me to stop, but her grip on my fingers
tightened. Opening my eyes, I looked
down at her and watched her tongue dart out over her lips before she slowly
pushed my hand upwards.
“You sure?” I breathed,
hating myself for even asking the question instead of jumping on the
opportunity. In response, Tria rose up
just enough to pull her shirt up over her head.
My cock tried to jump
right through the material of my jeans to tit fuck her right there in her bra.
I had to physically
restrain myself from the action as she settled back above me on her knees. The bra itself wasn’t unfamiliar—I’d seen all
of her clothes in the drawers before—but having the lacy white material wrapped
around her smooth breasts laid out before me was completely different.
I sat up and moved her
with me until she was flat on her back on the couch, and I was hovering over
her. I moistened my lips as I gazed down
at the pale flesh before me with only a slight curve visible at the top of the
lacy front.
As slowly as I could endure,
I traced her skin from the edge of the thin strap around her shoulder and down
to the mound of flesh against the lace edge.
Barely touching her, I outlined from one edge over the curve, down into
the slight dip, and back over again. My
fingertip completed the trek back up to her other shoulder, and then began to
make its way down again.
Once it hit the center
of the dip again, I fanned out my fingers—still keeping my touch
ultra-light—and stroked slowly toward the outside of her breast. I could feel my own breathing increasing in
tempo with hers as I touched her through the thin material. I mimicked the motion with my other hand and
the other breast, leaning in to kiss her shoulder as I moved.
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CAGED Series Reading Order
Takedown (Book One) Caged Series
Trapped (Book Two) Caged Series
Released (Book Three) Caged Series
About the Author
Shay
Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household
pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of
Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing,
she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star
Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun
runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus
Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich - and anxiously awaits the 2014 World Cup.
Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge
into the characters within her stories.
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