I’m a doctor. Mobster. Killer.
My hands are covered in filth. I don’t have the right to touch anything as clean and pure as Ellison MacAllister.
I distance myself … always remaining obscure, composed, restrained.
Careful to never allow my eyes to linger too long.
Careful to hide my interest.
Careful to keep my burning desire buried beneath the surface.
I do it for her—suffer in silence—because it’s what is best for the woman I love.
And she has no idea.
She’ll be initiated as a Fellowship member soon. One of my mafia brothers will go through endurance so he’ll earn the right to claim her.
Make her his wife.
Kill. Me. Slowly.
I’m running out of time. Only a month remains before she’s beyond my reach forever.
I want to taste her. Share sleepless nights. Ride out her storm.
I want to give her the kind of nights she will still feel between her legs the next morning.
I want us to share the kind of passion that forms on our skin and drips down to saturate the sheets.
Between the sweat and the moans and the messy hair, I want her to know how hard she’s been loved.
To have her is to taint her.
I should stay away. But I won’t. I can’t.
I’m a selfish bastard.
A selfish bastard in love.
While this is a standalone, it's best to read the first three books in the series to understand the events taking place in this story. Ellison is Bleu's sister and we find her settling into Scotland and her transition into The Fellowship. Both she and Jamie have it bad for each other, but Jamie doesn't believe he's good enough for her or that he can protect her properly because of his position within The Fellowship. Pfft I say! Didn't he see how Sin and Bleu were able to find their own HEA, especially after all the drama and treachery that threatened to derail their ending prematurely?
While we get more The Fellowship, this particular story is more romance-based then suspenseful. But I loved how sweet Jamie is with Ellie, and she is the perfect match for him, sexy and confident. Even though this is tamer than the first three books, Ellie and Jamie still go through a LOT before they get their HEA, and what they endure ain't pretty. And as much as this book had me on the edge of my seat, I'm still happy with the outcome of their romance, and I'm already anticipating Westlyn's story!
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While we get more The Fellowship, this particular story is more romance-based then suspenseful. But I loved how sweet Jamie is with Ellie, and she is the perfect match for him, sexy and confident. Even though this is tamer than the first three books, Ellie and Jamie still go through a LOT before they get their HEA, and what they endure ain't pretty. And as much as this book had me on the edge of my seat, I'm still happy with the outcome of their romance, and I'm already anticipating Westlyn's story!
Chapter 5:
Jamie’s POV
“I
don’t mind your stuff being all over our bedroom. And our bathroom. And the
hallway leading from the staircase.” Trust me. Her shite is every-fucking-where.
“I knew what I was getting into when I asked a high-maintenance lass like
yourself to move in with me.”
Ellison
giggles. “You did not. You knew zero about what it would be like living with
me. And I can guarantee that whatever you’re thinking you’ve gotten yourself
into with me ain’t even close to the reality of it.”
“Then
why don’t you tell me?”
“I
was thinking I would show you.” She grins and I’ve come to know in a short
while that it’s a sure sign of mischief. “That is if you think you can handle
it.”
“I
promise I won’t be the one who can’t handle it.” I already know what kind of
lover she likes and wants.
And
I very much want to be the alpha she wants.
I
pick Ellison up and throw her over my shoulder to carry her to the bed. Well,
to the mattress on the floor.
I
was planning to wait until bedtime to fuck her—after the work was done and
everything was in place—but she’s made it impossible for me to wait another
minute.
I
toss her on the mattress and stand over her while I pull my T-shirt over my
head and start working to get my jeans off. “I’m done waiting to have you.”
She
smiles as her eyes survey my body. “I’ve been wondering what you look like
underneath your shirt.”
“And?”
“I
approve one hundred percent.”
“Take
off your clothes, Mac. I want to watch you get naked.” My voice is stern. I’ll
be the one in control. The one taking what I want. The one who’ll be completely
unapologetic. Exactly what she said she wanted.
It’s
November, that time of year where Scotland experiences more darkness than
light. The sun is long gone, so the room is illuminated only by the soft lamp
on the bedside table. It’s actually sort of perfect.
Ellison
sits up and pulls her shirt over her head. Black and hot-pink lace covers what
I already know is a beautiful pair of tits that fit my hands perfectly. And
I can’t wait to get my hands on them again.
Her
lovely breasts tumble out of her bra and she tosses it on the mattress before
pushing her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants to drag them down her legs.
A tiny black and hot-pink lace triangle barely covers the mound between her
thighs.
She’s
completely naked when she falls backward on the mattress, her feet apart and
knees pressed together. Waiting. “No, Mac. You don’t get to close your legs on
me. I want to see you. All. Of. You.” I put my palms together and then pull
them apart to widen the space between my hands. “Spread them.”
She
bites her bottom lip—an attempt to mask her grin—as her knees slowly fall
apart. “Is this what you want to look at?”
My
underwear is tight. My cock is straining hard against the fabric so I push them
down and out of the way. “I think this is a sure sign I want to do more than
look at it.”
Ellison
grins. “Mmm. Someone’s eager.”
“You
have no idea.”
I
go to my knees and crawl over Ellison. “I’ve imagined us like this no less than
a million times. I’ve seen it happen in my head over and over.”
Ellison
brings my hand to her mouth to kiss my palm. “I’ve imagined us together too. I
can’t tell you how many times.”
My
mouth connects with hers and she opens wide to invite my tongue inside to play.
Silky. Slippery. Seductive. I like this game very much.
A
little taunting. A little tickling. A lot of teasing. This woman knows how a
man likes to be kissed.
I
drag my mouth away from her lips and kiss that spot below her ear before moving
down the side of her neck. My hands similarly mimic the downward motion
beginning at her ribcage and moving lower on her sides, waist, and hips.
She
pushes her fingers into the top of my hair and arches her back when I move
lower to suck her nipple into my mouth. A soft gasp/moan expels from her chest
when my tongue licks the erect point.
I
know she’s going to squirm so I grasp her bum hard and hold her in place as I
move lower to kiss the top of her pubic bone. “Doc, this teasing . . . it’s
torture.”
“Do
you want my mouth on you?”
She
lifts her hips and squirms. “Yesss. So badly.”
She
jolts when my tongue darts out and licks the top of her slit. “Ohhh.”
I
tickle her clit with my tongue and then lick once. Twice. Three times. “I love
the way you taste. And smell.”
She
rocks her hips in a back and forth motion against my mouth. Her body shudders
and a moan is released when my tongue works her in a circular motion. “More?”
“Please.
Feels so good.”
Pleasing Ellison. Hearing her moans. Licking her
until she comes. I’m going to enjoy this.
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
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