Field
of Trust
Book Two of The Field Series
© Jacqueline Anne 2017
Release
Date – January 11, 2017
Buccaneers pitcher Tyson Best is
captivated by vibrant artist Cece Schmidt, and he is determined to uncover the
mystery lurking in her eyes.
Cece knows her one-night rule will never
be enough with Tyson. Frustrated with the hold her corrupted family still has
over her, Cece can no longer ignore her feelings for Tyson, despite his
high-profile career and the life she ran away from. After confessing partial
truths about her past, Cece and Tyson begin their secret romance.
Tyson knows they have a strong connection
and refuses to let someone special run out on him like his parents did years
ago. In order to protect Cece, he seeks the whole truth about her past and in
the process unveils crime and terror.
When Cece receives a threat from her
uncle, she is desperate to end the fear once and for all—but first, she will
have to play a dangerous game.
Will trust and love pull them through?
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Excerpt
Her admission shattered him in the most amazing way.
He nodded at first, trying to get the blood to flow through his body properly,
rather than straight south. He wanted to carefully choose his next words to
reassure her and to prove she was so goddamn special to him.
“If there is anything I ever do that you don’t like,
all you have to do is tell me to stop. I will stop immediately with no
questions asked. We can always discuss anything before we try it. If you are
uncomfortable, we can wait or not do it at all. Understand?”
“Yes,” she stated, looking at him straight on. “But, I
am ready and willing.”
“Cece, baby.” He smoothed his dark hand over her
cheek. “You deserve to be cherished like the finest treasures.” He watched as
her pupils dilated, loving the way her body gave him feedback as to what she
enjoyed. She may have been used to one-night stands prior to him, but Tyson was
going to treat her to a whole other world—a world she deserved. A world he
wanted to give her. “Right here on this dryer…I’m going to feast on that
beautiful pussy of yours until you come on my face. Then I am going to bend you
over and sink my cock so deep inside you that your screams of erotic pleasure
will be echoing off these walls.”
Cece bit her lip. Tyson knew by looking at her it
wasn’t because she was nervous. No. She was downright turned on and anxious to
get started.
Without breaking eye contact with her, he slid his
hands up her legs, under her skirt. He felt the lace of her panties and looped
his thumbs onto the sides.
“Lift up, gorgeous.”
She leaned back and lifted her hips. He pulled at her
thong and slowly dragged them down her legs. His body following them. He
unbuckled her left sandal and pressed soft kisses on her foot. He repeated the
same amorous deed with her other foot. He explored her legs with his tongue and
lips, ending on the tops of her upper thighs.
“Spread for me.”
She did. He placed her feet up on the dryer. Her skirt
scrunched around her waist, completely exposing her beautiful, glistening pussy
to him. Tyson licked his lips while Cece closely watched him.
“So beautiful, Cece. I love how you are always wet for
me.” He ran a finger along her wet folds.
“Only for you,” she whimpered.
He brought his wet finger up to her mouth. “Taste
yourself, baby.” She opened her mouth for him, and he stuck his finger in just
a little. Her tongue darted out to lick him. He couldn’t resist sharing her
sweet taste. Tyson licked her along with his finger, enjoying the experience
with her.
“So good.”
He lifted her shirt over her head and removed her bra.
Her nipples already in hard peaks. He twirled his tongue around one, and then
the other. A stimulating moan vibrated off her lips. He shifted his mouth lower and lower. He breathed in her scent,
enjoying how much more intoxicating it was now.
“I want you to let it all go, Cece. Give me
everything.”
“Yes,” she said breathily.
He dipped his head and licked the entire length of her
pussy. He fucking loved the way she tasted. He pushed his tongue inside her,
drinking her up. Her lips swelling for him, already eager for a release. He
wanted to hold her off just a bit longer. He wanted to watch her completely
unravel for him.
“Tyson,” she moaned, her fingers clutching at his
shoulders.
He carefully removed her hands from his body and
placed them on her breasts, massaging them together before he released his
hands.
“Keep them there,” he gently demanded.
Watching Cece play with her tits and having her legs
wide open for him was fucking incredible. He gave her clit a suck and heard her
sharp intake of breath. Not yet, he thought and went back to fucking her with
his tongue. Every once in a while he glanced up at her. Her breaths quickened
as she got lost in his touch. The more he licked her, the more eager she was
with her tits. Stunning. He pushed three of his fingers deep inside her and
moved his tongue around her clit.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she chanted.
He could feel her clamping down on him and lightly bit
her clit.
“Holy fuck,” she cried out. Her legs shuddered. She
squeezed her nipples tightly. Tyson continued devouring her until every quake
and clench had subsided.
He quickly picked her up off the dryer and spun her
around. His shorts and boxers were around his ankles in record time. He bent
her over and drove into her. She was dripping wet. The sounds of him thrusting
in and out of her echoed throughout the small space.
“You feel so fucking magnificent,” he groaned.
He moved harder, faster. She met his demands, pushing
back, bringing him in even deeper.
“Fuck me harder, Tyson. So hard,” she panted.
His fingers dug into her hips. He gave the woman what
she asked for. As much as she thought he was in control, he wasn’t. His body
gave her what hers unknowingly demanded. He wanted to please her as much as she
wanted to please him. It was a fascinating thing to watch unfold.
He felt her clenching around his cock.
“Come with me,” he gritted, trying to hang on with
her.
Erotic screams released from her throat as she gripped
him like a vice, milking him of his orgasm.
“Fuck yeah,” he shouted, filling her.
He draped his body over hers, their breathing erratic.
Their bodies covered in sweat. His lips danced over her back.
“I don’t think laundry day will ever be the same,” he
declared.
Cece giggled. He grinned at the splendor of the
melodic sound.
Have you read Book One of The Field Series?
Field
of Passion and Dreams
Graham Grayson is a hard worker and all
around gentlemen. His dream to play in the majors like his dad just came true.
He was called up to be the catcher for the Pittsburgh Buccaneers. On the day of
team photos, he meets photojournalist Jordan Michaela Roy.
Still grieving the loss of her dad, Jordan
sets aside emotions and memories of her sports reporter father to find her
passion again on the field as a sports photojournalist. While working spring
training for Major League Baseball, she never anticipates passion igniting off
the field, too.
Neither Graham nor Jordan can deny their
explosive attraction or the happiness they feel being with each other. Their
fathers’ past friendship has them wondering about destiny.
While they worry about the demands of
their careers, traveling, and being in the public eye, nothing can prepare
Graham for the devastating news that makes him question life, his dream, and
love.
Will Graham realize his mistakes before it
is too late?
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2017 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
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