The Book
This is a contemporary erotic romance, a mystery, a quirky
tale of life and the things people do for love, erotic but character driven. It
is for 18+ only and contains explicit sex in the love scenes. Romance for men
and for women in this story told about the brothers and their love lives.
Two brothers alike in a crucial way and not alike at all in
others, both looking for love. Named after characters in one of their
grandfather’s gritty spy novels, Jet and Falcon wonder if their often absent
father is a spy.
Kind hearted Jet feels trapped in a job he doesn’t like.
Dynamic, creative Falcon loves his work.
Jet longs for something different in his life. When he meets
Emma, he thinks that after their night of delightful lovemaking he has found
it. He longs to see her after that night. Does she feel the same?
Jet begins to change his life, but it’s worrying and time
consuming. His luck is about to change when Annabel kisses him in the local pub
garden. Her sexual advances at first shock Jet until he lets himself relax into
her passionate ways.
Jet has inherited a cottage from his grandfather, and as he
clears out the garden shed what he finds there turns his ideas about his own
family upside down.
Jet along with his brother Falcon decide to find out the
secrets that have been hidden from them. Was their father a spy after all?
As Jet and Falcon start to unravel the secret life of their
father, they realize that love is more important to them than they could have
imagined, and Falcon finds what he wants.
The Couple
Jet Alexander is twenty five and has just found out he wants love, or at least sex. He is named after a character in one of his grandfather's gritty spy novels. He and his brother used to think they were a bit weedy, but now unknown to both of them they had grown up to be complete hunks. Dark haired and blue-eyed, they are twins that turn girls heads and yet neither of them have women in their lives.
(They walked side by side to the car park. Two very
attractive dark haired men, they were identical since they had cut their hair
in the same style. Their blue eyes were filled with emotion, and they were both
sporting a couple of day’s growth from not shaving. They were both dressed in
jeans and shirts, neither shirt was completely buttoned and hanging out of
their hip skimming jeans. It was obvious from the way the shirts hung that they
had the kind of muscled torsos which sent female hearts racing. Falcon had
taken to wearing open flip-flop shoes and his feet were brown. Although neither
of them noticed, several women looked at them both admiringly as they got
through the terminals, passed the bus stops, and then finally arrived at Jet’s
car.)
Jet has just had an encounter with Emma Parker who can only be described as a man eater and is wondering why after their deliciously sexy nigh together she hasn't called him. He's looking for someone and Annabel is about to find him.
Annabel is new to the town. She is the same age as Jet. She's not long qualified as a vet, and has joined the local practice. She's lonely and out on her own, used to her circle of university friends and their way of relaxing, she approaches Jet in an unconventional way, and it's the start of a hot romance. Annabel is smart, sexy and has her own personal power. She is realistic, works very hard, and yet has a creative streak that keeps her bouyant.
(She grinned. “Like me and art. I used to paint but gave it
up. I was never any good and never sold anything, and eventually I just got
fed-up with the idea that I had put my heart and soul into something no one
would ever see”.
Jet widened his eyes in a sympathy expression and it made
him look sad. Annabel put a hand alongside his cheek and kissed him again.
“We are not far from a great art gallery. Would you like to
go?” Jet asked.
Annabel shook her head.
“I have no hankering to keep in touch with art Jet, but
there is a fantastic Egyptian archaeology exhibition I would like to see in the
next town. Is it too late to do that?”)
She is just what Jet needs with her love of sex and also for Jet.
The Excerpt
The weekend was
coming up and Falcon had told Jet that he was expected at the pub for the
cricket club’s annual celebration. Jet no longer played cricket but Falcon did
and so he felt obliged to support Falcon. Jet considered the event thinking how
it usually entailed most of the club drinking themselves silly and acting the
same. He sighed as he thought about it, and then realized he could take a
relaxing evening being silly and didn’t need the beer to do it.
Falcon reminded
him frequently to get down to the pub early on the Friday night, because before
the high jinks they gave out all the little trophies such as best and fairest
player, as well as ability related plaques. Jet grinned as he told Falcon he
would walk down and have a sandwich, so he would be sure to be there early.
It was about ten
that night when Jet made his way into the pub garden, trying to escape from the
uproar that was happening everywhere in the pub, even in the restaurant
specially hired for the evening by the cricket club.
He stood with
the tomato juice he had in one hand, and leaned against the wattle fence, which
separated the veranda part of the pub from the lawn area. The sky was bright
with stars and the moon hung there like a great big marshmallow. It was not
cold despite the clear sky as the day had been comfortingly warm.
Suddenly Jet
felt someone lurch against his back, and he half-turned to catch them before
they fell into the adjacent flowering shrub, which he knew from experience had
thorns.
The ‘someone’
was a young woman. She was clearly under the influence of a few alcoholic
drinks and as Jet caught her, she put her arms around his neck simultaneously
dropping her drink into the shrub, where the glass chinked lightly on the
branches.
Jet was pulling
slightly away when she reached up, and with surprising strength pulled his head
to hers. She started to kiss him and Jet tasted what he knew was whisky. He
could not be harsh or unkind, and tried gently to pry her from his body, but
she clung on tight and whispered something against his lips.
Jet couldn’t
make it out mostly because he was so worried about the girl. She had to be
about his age he decided and he let her kiss him. She kissed him more. He
smiled a little as she tried to push her tongue into his mouth, and then she
let go of his neck with one hand, and grabbed his right hand from where he had
it loosely on her waist.
To Jet’s shock
she pushed his hand between her legs and leaned onto him. He swallowed then and
felt a frown of concern furrow his face.
“Hey, stop it”,
he whispered to her. “Come on you’re not thinking straight”, he told her, and
tried to move completely away without hurting her.
She was having
none of it, and without Jet knowing how it had happened he felt her damp, and
bare against his fingers. She managed to push his fingers into her and moved
against his hand making little sounds with her lips against his.
Jet felt
complete shock, but at the same time he felt himself becoming hard, so when she
kissed him and whispered, “Please just stay there” to him, before kissing him
again, Jet left his fingers in her and kissed her back.
He felt her move
on his hand and couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than let her do
what she wanted.
He heard his own
voice soft and husky.
“Okay just take
what you need” and he wondered where that had come from.
He let her kiss
him, and after dropping his glass onto the grass he put his other arm around
her shoulders to support her as she came onto his fingers obviously with great
pleasure, because she stopped kissing him and whispered. “That was so good. I
really needed you. I’m sorry; no I’m not. You’re lovely and kind. Your kiss is
like heaven”.
Jet let her move
his fingers from her, and he took a deep breath because he couldn’t believe
what had just happened and because he was hard as hell.
“I hope you
don’t do this often because it’s dangerous. You must know?” He told her softly
and questioningly, and let her continue to hold his hand. She sighed and leaned
against him putting her other hand against his chest.
“I have no
excuse except that I saw you come out here. I have had a couple of drinks but I
know what I am doing, so you needn’t feel bad. I thought you were just gorgeous
as I watched you all evening and I thought what the hell I’m so lonely. No guy
ever refuses a girl, and yet you seemed too decent to kiss me back at first and
so I, well I did what I did”.
Jet looked at
her face turned up to him. She was about a head shorter than he was, but then
he was tall. He looked around.
“There’s no one
out here”, she told him, and Jet wished she would take more care because he
could be some ruthless man who would right now throw her down and take his own
release.
He sighed and
she smiled slightly. He noticed her hair was dark and in a thick braid down her
back. Her eyes were probably blue but he couldn’t tell for sure in the dim
light. She was very pretty, her nose rounded and her mouth well shaped. He
blinked; maybe he was dreaming he thought.
The girl sighed
then.
“I’ve shocked
you. You think the worst of me. I’m sorry”.
Jet felt his
head shake in denial, and wondered how it had happened because he was shocked
in reality.
“I’m just
concerned for you. I’m glad you chose me because I know a few unscrupulous guys
here who might have taken complete advantage of you. They’re not bad, but they
would have taken what you did as permission for the whole shebang”.
The girl started
to laugh, and Jet looked at her as if she was demented because what was funny
about that.
She stopped
laughing and mouthed, “shebang” at him.
Jet didn’t catch
on for another few seconds and then he grinned.
“Well she
didn’t, but please I’m serious”, he told her.
She smiled then,
a lovely smile which started in her eyes and spread to her mouth. Jet was
captivated by her look.
“I’m Annabel,
thank you for your kindness. May I buy you a drink?” she asked him and Jet
nodded.
They went back
into the pub hand in hand. Jet led them to the bar and ordered after she said,
“Just iced water for me”. He picked up his own glass of tomato juice and her
water to find somewhere to sit. As he looked around he saw Falcon waving to him
from a large table in the corner of the pub. There were three free spaces on
the bench seat, and he led Annabel over.
He introduced
her to Falcon and the others at the table as if he had known her forever, and
he had a smile on his face as Falcon gave him the look they reserved for each
other to say a girl was attractive.
Annabel slid
along the bench seat until Jet could sit next to her and she turned to him.
“Thank you”, she said softly, and Jet realized he hadn’t told her his name.
He leaned close
to her ear and whispered, “Jet, my name, it’s Jet”.
Annabel leaned
into him and said, “Lovely”. She tugged at the skirt of her dress and Jet
noticed it had ridden high up her thighs. He realized it was a short dress to
begin with. One of those jersey dresses that had no zips because they just were
pulled on and off like a long T-shirt. He had been right about her eyes they
were blue and very close to his own shade of blue. Her lashes had mascara on
them but were noticeably naturally long. She had a line of dark blue pencil
under the bottom lashes and it made her eyes look sultry as she stared right
back at him. He realized she was about his age and certainly not some real
youngster, which made him feel thankful and happy at the same time.
If she had been
the worse for alcohol previously she showed no signs of it now and began to
talk to him quietly, and earnestly. He needed to lean close to her to hear
properly and he could see she liked that.
“Tell me about
yourself Jet”, she said, and Jet shrugged.
“I live in the
village. I work in a place just outside the next town. I’m twenty-five. Falcon
is my twin”. He stopped and smiled at her sparkling eyes.
“I could tell”,
she informed him, presumably about Falcon and then she nodded.
“Go on”.
Jet didn’t know
what to say and his glance stole down to her thighs again where the dress had
exposed them.
Annabel followed
his gaze and murmured, “Sorry I must have left you a bit in need”. Jet looked
into her eyes.
“It’s okay”, he
said.
They each took a
sip of the drink they had in front of them, and Jet noticed that as he and
Annabel had been talking, Falcon had left the table and was over by the bar
talking, and laughing with a couple of the cricket club members.
Annabel watched
him and thought about what she had done.
It was totally
outrageous and she was lucky he had not been unpleasant about it all. She
really liked Jet and she hoped they could get to know each other. She thought
she might have put him totally off her and it wasn’t entirely true that she had
not drunk too much. She had three whiskies in a short space of time and felt
emboldened, lonely, and desperate. It had been a fraught few weeks. She was
alone in the village and had only just got over a broken heart. She was over it
though she thought and now just felt terribly in need of affection. Right then
as she watched Jet seek out his brother with his eyes, she wished he had just
taken advantage, and they had gone onto the lawn and had sex, that way she
would have known she was not the only one who was a Friday night, three
whiskies easy target.
In the city
where she had lived until recently, her group of friends often did take a guy
or a girl home for the night. It seemed the only way to get through the
stressful existence most of them led. She had no excuse for that now; although
she worked hard, her life had taken a turn for the better.
Jet had turned
back to her.
“I don’t want
you to get the wrong idea, but would you like to walk home with me and have
some coffee, just to talk away from this racket? I don’t live that far away
just up the road really”.
Annabel nodded.
“I would like that Jet”, she said.
They passed
Falcon on the way out saying goodnight to him, and others hanging about at the
bar still yahooing and telling sporting prowess stories.
Outside Annabel
put her arm through Jet’s and they walked companionably up the road. Jet had
walked that route so often he couldn’t say how many times, but tonight he
noticed the scent of roses and honeysuckle as they passed the big thatched
cottage, and then the row of smaller cottages before reaching his own.
When he unlocked
the door and opened it wide for Annabel to go ahead into the hall he felt as if
something significant was about to happen.
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