Cross Point by Laurie Roma
Cross Point by Laurie Roma – Sept. 17
Former IAD agent Katrina “Trinity” Cross is
in desperate need of a vacation. When a friend asks for a personal favor,
Trinity agrees to fly to the island of Sunset Point, only to find that things
in paradise aren’t what they seem…
Jackson Stone is a man who likes regulation
and order, but when Katrina Cross arrives on his island, life as he knows it’ll
never be the same.
Falling behind schedule is not allowed in
Maxwell King’s orderly world. Missing money, cheap materials and a dead foreman
top of the list of his problems, but nothing shakes him more than the sexy
siren that sets his body on fire…
As the investigation heats up, Maxwell and
Jackson both fall for Trinity, but she can’t choose between the uptight
corporate mogul and the rough and ready police Lieutenant. Can she find a way
to keep them both or will their love become a casualty at the Cross Point?
STORY EXCERPT
The Palace Resort and Spa sat on a large plot of land, which was cleverly used to host a variety of activities, including two pools, tennis courts, and a beautiful golf course located south of the building. The new expansion plans included building a sister site on the plot of land just north of the existing location, nestled into the bay on the western side of the island.
Surprisingly, the lot was almost empty of workers, giving Trinity the time and space needed to look around. She’d parked and got out, glad she had thought to change into hiking boots to go with her jeans and simple white shirt before she’d left her room. From a brief glance at the progress, she had instantly known that the project was way off the mark. What should have been a solid foundation of the building’s structure was no more than a skeleton of concrete and wood. With a shake of her head she had worked her way carefully around the structure, wanting to get a better view of the entire site.
A man had called out to her, startling her enough to reach for the grip of the Sig Sauer hidden in the waistband of her jeans. She’d paused when she saw the security logo on his shirt and greeted him with a smile instead of a face full of Glock.
“Hi,” she’d greeted him.
The security guard frowned at her. “Ma’am. You’re trespassing. You need to leave.”
“Actually, I’m a friend of Julian King’s, one of the owners of this place. He said I could come by and check out the new project since I’m visiting the island.” Trinity had lied, not wanting anyone to know exactly what she was doing there just yet. She’d shot him what she hoped was a look of innocent concern. “It doesn’t look like much yet, though. I thought it would be further along by now.”
Trinity had noted the security guard fidgeted at that.
“There’ve been some slight delays. I’m sorry, but I’m still going to have to ask you to leave. It isn’t safe for you to go walking around here. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
“No problem, Billy,” Trinity had said, flashing him another smile as she peeked at the badge attached to his pocket. She’d gotten back in her car with a friendly wave, planning to go back and see things closer after she got a better look at the records.
Hunger pains distracted her. Deciding to take the scenic route into town, she’d headed north up the western coast, knowing from her study of the island that the road would branch and take her straight into town before she hit the private villas on this side of the island.
It wasn’t more than ten minutes into her drive that she’d noticed a black jeep coming up behind her on the empty road. Fast. Too Fast. Instincts kicked in gear as she noted the mud-splattered window that obscured her view of the driver and also hid the license plate of the approaching vehicle. On the chance that she was just being paranoid she slowed her car, allowing him to pass her, and in doing so saved her life.
As she slowed, the jeep surged forward, slamming into the back of her car. Cursing at the hard jolt, Trinity used every bit of skill and experience she’d learned to keep control of the car. She pulsed her foot on the brake instead of slamming down on it, swerving slightly to slow down further. The jeep rammed her again, this time throwing her into a spin.
“Son of a bitch!”
Someone really was trying to fucking kill her!
Trinity jerked hard on the wheel, trying to counter the move. Her heart nearly stopped for a moment as the car slammed into the guardrail, the only thing protecting her from going over the cliff. Moving fast, she jumped out of the car and pulled her Sig, training it on the jeep as it quickly turned around and sped down the road. She didn’t hesitate and fired repeatedly at the rapidly departing vehicle.
Cursing again, the loud pounding of her heartbeat was joined by the low throb of a motorcycle engine coming from the same direction the jeep had fled. On guard, she turned and pointed her gun at the individual on the bike as he pulled over and parked a few feet away. Her breath hissed out for a very different reason as she got her first good look at the newcomer’s face.
Around six-three and built like a golden god, the man was wickedly good looking. Built like a prized fighter, he was packing some serious muscle and had a fierce aura about him that all but screamed cop! He had an almost shaved head that only showed a hint of dark hair that matched the five o’clock shadow covering his chiseled jaw. Intense green eyes seared into hers as the man pulled his own weapon, approaching her slowly.
“SPPD, put your weapon down.”
Damn, she was good. She’d called it right. Trinity cocked her head to the side, intrigued by the easy command in his deep voice. Never one to pass up an opportunity to poke at authority, she couldn’t help it. “Badge me.”
He froze. “What?”
Trinity grinned. “Badge me, baby, ‘cause I ain’t putting this down ‘til I see your brass.”
ADULT EXCERPT
“Fuck!” He let out a laugh then groaned in pleasure. “We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?” she asked, nipping at his lower lip. “There’s no one here. People can’t see us from the street. God, you’re big. So hot and hard. I want this inside of me.”
He took her lips in another scorching kiss as she used her legs to help shove his jeans down over his hips, the weight of his gun on his belt helping them to slide lower. “Katrina...”
“I want you, Jackson. Right here, right now.”
Breathing hard, Jackson tried to reengage his brain. He couldn’t fucking think with her small hand wrapped around his cock. “God, I want you, too, but I don’t have anything with me to protect you. I just had my mandatory checkup two weeks ago and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since, but—”
Trinity’s hand had paused mid-stroke, but she began moving her hand up and down his thick cock again. “I’m on medical leave for an injury I sustained a month ago and I’m on the shot. I checked out clean and I haven’t had sex in months. I’m protected.”
Jackson’s breath hissed out as his cock jerked in her hand at what she was saying. He’d never fucked without a rubber before and he was tempted, truly tempted for the first time. It wasn’t smart. He’d just met this woman, but he wanted her with a vengeance that stole his breath and made his heart pound, not to mention his dick. Before he could really think about it, he found himself setting her down and ripping at the zipper of her jeans.
Wild elation filled Trinity as Jackson went to work on her jeans. His face was set in with such determination, he looked like a warrior preparing for battle. If it was a battle he wanted, it was a battle he was going to get.
It was so deliciously naughty. They were in an alley, only steps away from people who walked the street enjoying the night, but she didn’t give a damn. She yanked the gun out of the back of her jeans a second before he pulled them down past her hips. She slapped the gun on the top of the garbage bin next to her, still within reach, and started to turn around to face the wall, only to have Jackson stop her.
“No. I want to see you. If we’re going to do this, I want to watch you come when I’m inside you.”
His voice was a low rumble of sound that sent a shiver racing through her entire body. Trinity toed off one of her shoes and shoved her jeans down off that leg. With a small jump she was back in his arms, their mouths fused together, her legs wrapped around his waist again with her jeans hanging down the back of his legs. “Then do it. Come inside of me, Jackson. I wanna feel you.”
Jackson cursed low as she positioned herself over the bulbous head and pushed down, sliding the thick shaft into her hot, wet pussy. His cock was so hard it was like a spear. Her head fell back against the wall as she let out a low moan, relishing in the exquisite feeling of her muscles parting to let him inside her.
“God, you’re so fucking tight!”
He let out a low growl that brought a smile to her lips. She wanted to slam herself down on his massive cock and ride him until they were both screaming, but he was just too damn big.
Trinity felt his hands brace on her ass as he began pumping himself inside of her, in a little then out again, each time gaining more depth into her tight sheath. She lowered her mouth to his neck and licked at the skin above the collar of his shirt. She jerked as he shoved hard, spearing her completely on his thick cock until he was balls deep.
“You okay?” he panted out.
“Oh yeah, give it to me, Jackson.” She ran a hand over the sheared hair on his head and leaned back to stare into his eyes partially hidden by the darkness in the alley. Jackson’s hips pulled back then pushed forward again, never looking away from her. There was something about his eyes that made her feel like she was falling into him. Like he could see more of her than she normally allowed people to see. Pushing those troubling thoughts aside, she flexed the muscles of her pussy on his invading cock and was rewarded with a low groan from him.
“Give it to me, Jackson. Give me your big cock. Pound me into the wall.”
“Jesus Christ!”
Jackson’s hands dug into her ass in a bruising grip as he did exactly as she asked. He began pounding into her with a slow, punishing rhythm, his thick shaft rubbing against the sensitive walls of her pussy, his pelvis hitting her clit with every hard thrust.
“More, more...” she demanded as he continued to push inside her. She tightened her grip around his neck and began thrusting her hips to meet his, thrilling her with the sound of their flesh slapping against one another. They were two shadows, moving as one in the dark. Her eyes drifted closed as she gave into the pleasure, simply wanting to feel.
