Synopsis
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.
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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.
CAGED Series Reading Order
Takedown
Trapped
Released
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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