| G Spot |
Blurb:
A Carnal Reunions tale...
Lily Sutherland—no—Detective Lily Sutherland, a title she worked her ass off to earn, has returned to Heartwood Indiana for her ten-year
college reunion. An ex-Lady Hawk, and a star athlete on the volleyball team, Lily used her competitive edge to win on the court. She dove
into the male dominated world of law enforcement where she once again rocked the foundation and shot up the ranks to homicide detective
in record time. As far as Lily is concerned, she’s just one of the boys until she reunites with Dakota Reese, the love of her life.
Special Agent Dakota Reese has always been too smart for his own damn good. Specializing in serial cases, Dakota attends his college
reunion at Western Indiana University for what he believes will be a reprieve, only to discover that his life just became much harder…literally,
when he see’s Lily Sutherland at the grand old Victorian down the street. Dakota and Lily had split amicably ten years prior, each of them
marrying for all of the right reasons. Unfortunately, they married someone else, and were now both divorced. There’s a natural animosity
between the cops and the feebs, but can Lily put their differences aside long enough for her ‘G Man’ to find her g spot and rock her world,
forever?
Excerpt:
To: lsutherland@minneapolis.pd.mn.us
From: SikorskiK@WIndiU.edu
Hello to all of Gracie’s Girls, class of 1999. Once again, thanks to all of you for the flowers and phone calls after my aunt
Gracie’s passing last winter. You all meant so much to her, and to me.
As I’m sure you all know, our tenth college reunion is coming up this summer. Since I now have Gracie’s big rambling house
all to myself, I’d like to extend an invitation. If any of you are coming back for the reunion, you’re more than welcome to stay
here, in your old rooms. Gracie quit taking in college students several years back, so there’s no one here but me, and I’d love
to have some company while I’m getting the house ready to put on the market. So what do you say? One last time as
roommates? It would be great to see all of you again.
Hugs,
Karen
* * * *
Detective Lily Sutherland walked into her old bedroom in the aging Victorian, her skin on fire, her body aching to be
touched, the blood just beneath the surface surging through her veins, driven hard by her raging heart.
She wanted to feel Dakota Reese’s hands on her skin, soothing the ache with hungry fingers that would explore and
ravage.
All it had taken to release ten years of caged desire was to stand in the doorway of the room that she and Dakota had
fucked each other silly in on numerous occasions throughout their senior year in college.
She took a deep breath, her thong panties damp between her thighs, her pussy throbbing like an aching muscle. She
glanced toward the window, thinking about the single bed that she’d set-up beneath it during her senior year in college,
dozens of images filling her mind.
Moonlight streamed in through the gauzy curtains and danced over his long, muscular body. She straddled his hips, and he
buried his cock deep within the sheath of her pussy. It was as if his body had been made to fuck only hers, every inch
from the bulbous head to the thick root fitting so tightly inside her she’d thought she’d burst.
Eventually she did, multiple times, orgasm after orgasm tearing through her insatiable body. His touch spurred her on, his
eager kiss, and the feel of his muscular arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her down onto his rod as she rode
him into glorious rapture.
She smiled, her freshly glossed lips lifting slowly as she crossed the threshold of the doorway and stepped into her old
bedroom, practically feeling Dakota’s hands working her body, his fingers deft and agile, probing the damp crease
between her thighs.
He could always fine the nub of her clit immediately, his mouth latching onto hers. He’d tongue fuck her slowly and
erotically while toying with her sensitive button, playing her like a jazz musician might his instrument—thoroughly and all
night long.
Running the tips of her fingers over the miniature rose wallpaper, her heeled boots tapping against the worn hardwood
floor as she moved, she stopped at the window. She reached out and tugged on the sheer curtain that covered the glass
and gasped in disbelief.
“Dakota,” Lily whispered, the sound of his name echoing in her mind as she spotted him standing at the window of the
jock house, known unofficially as The Wet Spot, as if the moment was a memory played out in time.
She couldn’t read his expression, but she watched him raise his hand to his chest, place it just over his heart, then reach
out and palm the glass.
How many nights had he made the same motion?
My heart belongs to you.
She closed her eyes and held back tears. Joy, happiness, longing and regret were only a few of the emotions she
experienced.
It had been ten long years since they’d seen each other, five of which they’d each spent working on bad marriages that
ended in nasty divorces…the blood and guts, rip-your-heart out type of divorces that left one bitter, angry and alone.
Ten years of never forgetting that she’d married the wrong man, that she’d chosen a career and a sweet-talking police
recruiter for the Minneapolis Police Department over Dakota, the love of her life.
She licked her dry lips, and couldn’t help but wonder if he still kissed like a wicked demon. She placed her palm between
her breasts and touched the cool glass, her nipples tightening beneath her dress, becoming marble peaks of need.
Even with ten years between them, the pain of their mutual separation, marriages and disastrous divorces disappeared,
lifted like a heavy burden absolved.
She took a step back from the window and let the curtain fall into place. She turned and took off at a near run, headed for
Chloe’s bedroom down the hallway.
She and Chloe had been best friends since college, and though they hadn’t seen each other in years, some things just
never changed.
Laughter rang out from the living room below, all of Gracie’s girls reunited in the old Victorian for one last get together.
“Come in, doll.”
She smiled at the sweet sound of Chloe’s voice, and pushed the door open, an odd sense of déjà vu settling over her
when she saw Chloe sitting at the antique mirrored dresser putting on her face.
Chloe had a beautiful daughter, had lost her husband, and though she looked tired, she had grown into a gorgeously
strong woman with a fierce love for her child. How could Lily not respect that?
“You’re wearing that, darlin’?” Chloe asked the minute Lily crossed the threshold.
Yes, Lily thought with a laugh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes, some things never changed.
A Carnal Reunions tale...
Lily Sutherland—no—Detective Lily Sutherland, a title she worked her ass off to earn, has returned to Heartwood Indiana for her ten-year
college reunion. An ex-Lady Hawk, and a star athlete on the volleyball team, Lily used her competitive edge to win on the court. She dove
into the male dominated world of law enforcement where she once again rocked the foundation and shot up the ranks to homicide detective
in record time. As far as Lily is concerned, she’s just one of the boys until she reunites with Dakota Reese, the love of her life.
Special Agent Dakota Reese has always been too smart for his own damn good. Specializing in serial cases, Dakota attends his college
reunion at Western Indiana University for what he believes will be a reprieve, only to discover that his life just became much harder…literally,
when he see’s Lily Sutherland at the grand old Victorian down the street. Dakota and Lily had split amicably ten years prior, each of them
marrying for all of the right reasons. Unfortunately, they married someone else, and were now both divorced. There’s a natural animosity
between the cops and the feebs, but can Lily put their differences aside long enough for her ‘G Man’ to find her g spot and rock her world,
forever?
Excerpt:
To: lsutherland@minneapolis.pd.mn.us
From: SikorskiK@WIndiU.edu
Hello to all of Gracie’s Girls, class of 1999. Once again, thanks to all of you for the flowers and phone calls after my aunt
Gracie’s passing last winter. You all meant so much to her, and to me.
As I’m sure you all know, our tenth college reunion is coming up this summer. Since I now have Gracie’s big rambling house
all to myself, I’d like to extend an invitation. If any of you are coming back for the reunion, you’re more than welcome to stay
here, in your old rooms. Gracie quit taking in college students several years back, so there’s no one here but me, and I’d love
to have some company while I’m getting the house ready to put on the market. So what do you say? One last time as
roommates? It would be great to see all of you again.
Hugs,
Karen
* * * *
Detective Lily Sutherland walked into her old bedroom in the aging Victorian, her skin on fire, her body aching to be
touched, the blood just beneath the surface surging through her veins, driven hard by her raging heart.
She wanted to feel Dakota Reese’s hands on her skin, soothing the ache with hungry fingers that would explore and
ravage.
All it had taken to release ten years of caged desire was to stand in the doorway of the room that she and Dakota had
fucked each other silly in on numerous occasions throughout their senior year in college.
She took a deep breath, her thong panties damp between her thighs, her pussy throbbing like an aching muscle. She
glanced toward the window, thinking about the single bed that she’d set-up beneath it during her senior year in college,
dozens of images filling her mind.
Moonlight streamed in through the gauzy curtains and danced over his long, muscular body. She straddled his hips, and he
buried his cock deep within the sheath of her pussy. It was as if his body had been made to fuck only hers, every inch
from the bulbous head to the thick root fitting so tightly inside her she’d thought she’d burst.
Eventually she did, multiple times, orgasm after orgasm tearing through her insatiable body. His touch spurred her on, his
eager kiss, and the feel of his muscular arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her down onto his rod as she rode
him into glorious rapture.
She smiled, her freshly glossed lips lifting slowly as she crossed the threshold of the doorway and stepped into her old
bedroom, practically feeling Dakota’s hands working her body, his fingers deft and agile, probing the damp crease
between her thighs.
He could always fine the nub of her clit immediately, his mouth latching onto hers. He’d tongue fuck her slowly and
erotically while toying with her sensitive button, playing her like a jazz musician might his instrument—thoroughly and all
night long.
Running the tips of her fingers over the miniature rose wallpaper, her heeled boots tapping against the worn hardwood
floor as she moved, she stopped at the window. She reached out and tugged on the sheer curtain that covered the glass
and gasped in disbelief.
“Dakota,” Lily whispered, the sound of his name echoing in her mind as she spotted him standing at the window of the
jock house, known unofficially as The Wet Spot, as if the moment was a memory played out in time.
She couldn’t read his expression, but she watched him raise his hand to his chest, place it just over his heart, then reach
out and palm the glass.
How many nights had he made the same motion?
My heart belongs to you.
She closed her eyes and held back tears. Joy, happiness, longing and regret were only a few of the emotions she
experienced.
It had been ten long years since they’d seen each other, five of which they’d each spent working on bad marriages that
ended in nasty divorces…the blood and guts, rip-your-heart out type of divorces that left one bitter, angry and alone.
Ten years of never forgetting that she’d married the wrong man, that she’d chosen a career and a sweet-talking police
recruiter for the Minneapolis Police Department over Dakota, the love of her life.
She licked her dry lips, and couldn’t help but wonder if he still kissed like a wicked demon. She placed her palm between
her breasts and touched the cool glass, her nipples tightening beneath her dress, becoming marble peaks of need.
Even with ten years between them, the pain of their mutual separation, marriages and disastrous divorces disappeared,
lifted like a heavy burden absolved.
She took a step back from the window and let the curtain fall into place. She turned and took off at a near run, headed for
Chloe’s bedroom down the hallway.
She and Chloe had been best friends since college, and though they hadn’t seen each other in years, some things just
never changed.
Laughter rang out from the living room below, all of Gracie’s girls reunited in the old Victorian for one last get together.
“Come in, doll.”
She smiled at the sweet sound of Chloe’s voice, and pushed the door open, an odd sense of déjà vu settling over her
when she saw Chloe sitting at the antique mirrored dresser putting on her face.
Chloe had a beautiful daughter, had lost her husband, and though she looked tired, she had grown into a gorgeously
strong woman with a fierce love for her child. How could Lily not respect that?
“You’re wearing that, darlin’?” Chloe asked the minute Lily crossed the threshold.
Yes, Lily thought with a laugh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes, some things never changed.
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