Special Guest Elodie Parkes
This is a contemporary romance, a mystery, a quirky tale of life and the things people do for love, erotic but character driven. It is for 18+ only and contains explicit sex in the love scenes. Romance for men and for women in this story told about the brothers and their love lives.
Two brothers alike in a crucial way and not alike at all in others, both looking for love. Named after characters in one of their grandfather’s gritty spy novels, Jet and Falcon wonder if their often absent father is a spy.
Kind hearted Jet feels trapped in a job he doesn’t like.
Dynamic, creative Falcon loves his work.
Jet longs for something different in his life. When he meets Emma, he thinks that after their night of delightful lovemaking he has found it. He longs to see her after that night. Does she feel the same?
Jet begins to change his life, but it’s worrying and time consuming. His luck is about to change when Annabel kisses him in the local pub garden. Her sexual advances at first shock Jet until he lets himself relax into her passionate ways.
Jet has inherited a cottage from his grandfather, and as he clears out the garden shed what he finds there turns his ideas about his own family upside down.
Jet along with his brother Falcon decide to find out the secrets that have been hidden from them. Was their father a spy after all?
As Jet and Falcon start to unravel the secret life of their father, they realize that love is more important to them than they could have imagined.
She walked straight up to him smiling and lightly kissed his cheek.
“Sorry to be late Jet the traffic coming out of the city was naturally horrendous. How are you?” She seemed to be so confident and at ease that Jet felt a little inadequate. He smiled back at her.
“Good yes and how was your office hunting?” He heard himself say as he noticed she was wearing a little more eye makeup than when he had first met her. It looked good and made those pretty, blue-green eyes look even bigger. Her lips were a different shade of pink too, like crushed raspberries. Jet asked her if she would like a drink, but instead they ordered food and went to the restaurant area to wait for it. Jet found them a table by the window, which looked out onto the climbing roses that were a profusion of different shades of cream, and yellow, on the lattice fence outside.
They looked at each other for a moment and Emma felt a flutter of desire as she noticed how well Jet’s shirt fit across his chest, and how his blue eyes seemed even more blue than she remembered. Jet swallowed as he saw the desire in her eyes. She wanted him it was obvious, and he felt an answering warmth low in his stomach.
Although they talked about Emma’s work and her quest to find premises for her business, their eyes gave other messages. Emma wanted to kiss Jet, and he wanted to hold her face in his hands and kiss her back. Emma wanted to run her hands through his clean, dark hair, and Jet wanted to take the tortoiseshell comb from her hair and have it tumble down over his bare skin. Emma wanted to unbutton his shirt and trace her fingertips over the muscles of Jet’s chest. Jet wanted to push down the sleeves of Emma’s dress and expose her creamy shoulders to his soft kisses. By the time they had coffee they had decided to give it a chance.
When Jet asked where Emma was staying she smiled.
“I have a room but I don’t need to use it”, she said softly.
Jet replied equally softly.
“Shall we go back to my cottage and have another cup of coffee?”
Emma smiled. “Okay”.
They went out to their cars and Emma followed Jet home.
By the time he was opening the front door for them Jet was nervous again, and started to make coffee talking about the miserable spring weather they were having so far.
Emma knew he was nervous and went to stand close to him.
She took his hand from the coffee cup he was holding, put the cup on the nearby table, and pulled him close.
Jet watched her expression as she slid her arms around his neck and turned her face up to kissed.
Jet put his arms around her waist and held her close as he bent his head and found her lips with his. It was the first time he had kissed a girl in a long time with the prospect of making love to her, and the feel of her soft lips set his heart racing. He kissed her for a long time, and then when he moved back a little Emma made a little sound of protest, and pulled his head gently back to hers kissing his cheek, the side of his mouth and then his lips again. They smiled at each other as Emma began to unbutton his shirt and Jet began to nuzzle her neck and took the comb from her hair. They held each other’s hand as Jet took Emma to his bedroom.
Emma held her hair away from her back and Jet unzipped her dress, following it down her back with kisses on her satiny skin. He pushed the dress down her arms and hips, and turned her around to kiss her breasts, the tops of which swelled a little in her pretty, lemon colored, lacy bra. Emma gasped as she felt his delicious wet kisses on her breasts and found the fastening of his jeans to open.
When Emma unzipped Jet’s jeans and pushed her cool fingers into his boxer shorts to curl them around his already thickening length, Jet caught hold of her face and kissed her mouth until they were both dazed with desire.
They finished undressing quietly with little smiles and kisses until they lay against each other on Jet’s bed, skin to skin, and lips to lips. Jet closed his eyes and pulled her hips against his to press against her soft stomach with his hardness.
Emma traced the seam of his lips with her tongue until Jet opened his mouth and touched his tongue to hers. They deepened their kiss as Jet traced his fingers over her hip, her stomach, and down between her legs to feel the dampness welcoming him. He sighed as he put a finger gently into her, and Emma nibbled at his bottom lip and began to trail her fingers over his stomach, and down to stroke his inner thighs. Jet bent his head to kiss her nipples, and move his finger in her softly, slowly until he felt her grasp his hips and pull him towards her body. Jet smiled, gentle, and sighing, moving to kiss her mouth, as he found she wanted more. He felt her moving against his hand, and her kiss was urgent.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2012, All rights reserved
Elodie Parkes currently lives in Canterbury, United Kingdom, (of Chaucer fame), with her two dogs Celt and Chaucer. Elodie loves to go to the coast whenever she can. She’s an avid reader and likes ‘trawling’ through antiques fairs. She combines writing with her job in a local antiques shop and says the people she meets there often spark a story idea. Presently she is working on two other erotic, contemporary romance books , The Horoscope Writer and The Last Time.
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