Authors: J.C. Cliff
Tags: #romance, #military, #men, #badass
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Quinn - Undaunted Men Series - Book 1
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Meet Quinn…one of the Undaunted Men
a new series by J.C. Cliff
(Undaunted Men Series Book 1)
They’ve done all kinds of work, from private investigations to highly classified governmental operations. Former military, their tight-knit brotherhood is now Atrox Security. These men fear nothing, they are unwavering, unafraid, and unrelenting. They are the Undaunted Men.
He doesn’t want to take the job, but he has no choice. He owes a debt to the Moretti mob, and last he checked, they don’t take no for an answer.
He takes a moment to soak in the information. A pregnant mafia princess, wanted for murder, and he's supposed to track her down.
The professed father is a childhood friend, yet he’s considered a potential enemy of the family. This could get very interesting.
What starts out as a simple task, one that could easily take him one day to execute, has turned into so much more than he bargained for.
They’re each fighting their own personal demons, and it’s more than just a chase at hand. They both have secrets, hearts are on the line, and he resolves himself to go above and beyond the call of duty for reasons he can’t understand.
The last thing he ever intends on finding is an angel.
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My senses slowly come to life as a sweet, warm body presses up against mine. This is my favorite part of the day, most especially when I find myself wrapped around a tight body from the night before. Usually these types of mornings are reserved for Saturday and Sunday, but I happened to venture out last night to have a few beers with Stryker at the local steakhouse & brewery, and wound up coming home no worse for the wear, bringing home a sexy blonde on a Tuesday.
No matter how hard I try, I can never seem to remember their names. In all honesty, I don’t want to remember. I know this most likely puts me in the womanizer/dick category, but at least I lay down the law of the no repeats rule from the get-go. One night and one night only is all they get from me. I don’t do repeats. Hell, you’d think I would’ve run out of local women to choose from by the way I’m talking, but I’m really picky about who I bring home, and some nights I have been known to come home alone, never willing to settle.
The busty beauty I brought home last night squirms against me, and I stifle a moan. My growing cock is settled right between her ass cheeks. I’m barely awake; I know this, because I never let my dick control me, but this morning, it’s calling the shots.
She shifts closer toward the warmth of my body in her sleep, and my hips thrust forward slightly in response. I wrap my hand around her stomach as my cock commands me to pull her sexy ass against it. My stiff dick pulsates with anticipation.
My hand has a mind of its own as I slowly make a lazy trail to her inner thigh, and then gently hoist her leg up and over my own, opening her up to me. My hips gently thrust forward again as I slide my erection over her wetness. She’s already soaked; her sex is primed and just waiting to be fucked. My nose nuzzles against the crook of her neck, and I breathe in her lightly perfumed hair. I’m in my element, and I admit I’m a bit of a rogue. A desperate moan escapes her lips when I caress and rub small, firm circles over her needy clit.
I nip at her ear, and then trail light, sensual, open-mouthed kisses down the length of her neck. My dick is on a mission, and it throbs with need as I slip a finger deep inside her heat.
Her breath hitches when I add a second finger, pushing hard and deep. She reaches behind her, searching until she finds my throbbing cock, and then wraps her hand around my hard length, giving me a firm squeeze. I respond by thrusting my hips forward. As she begins to stroke me, I can feel my heart pounding with anticipation in this sleepy, blissful haze of mine.
My dick is aching to be nestled between her silky folds, so I remove my fingers from her sex, then brush her hand away. Positioning the tip of my cock at her entrance from behind, I slip partially inside her several times, teasing her with my girth. She reaches behind me, digging her nails into my ass, wanting more. I back out of her heat and stroke over her clit with my crown, and she whimpers in frustration, but I want her to beg for it. She tries to buck her hips back against mine, but I pull away.
“Please, Quinn,” she pants heavily, begging, “please.”
The sound of her voice causes me to fully awaken, and right off I realize I don’t have a condom on. “Shit,” I hiss. I’m so pissed off at myself. I don’t ever fuck without a condom…ever. I don’t care if the woman has a clean record and is on twenty different birth control pills at the same time, I still wear a condom.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her tone sounding slightly hurt and confused.