Sea Breeze 01 - Breathe

fantasizing about how your face looks when you come while we were on the phone at night. I need to see it again.”
    I felt my face heat up at the mention of our recent phone sex. I hadn’t realized that was what we were doing until he called it that the other night. But it made sense. I also liked it a lot. It wasn’t as good as having him there, but it was wonderful hearing his voice in my ear as we both found relief.
    I did as he asked and began rubbing against him. My dress was pushed up my thighs leaving only the thin fabric of my panties and his pants between us. I was getting braver with Jax. I knew he loved me, and it made it easier to take what I wanted. I wasn’t ashamed of what felt good.
    “Stop,” Jax commanded, and I froze. He had just asked me to do this. Why did he want to stop it now? “Anyone could walk out here and see you like this. I was so consumed with needing to feel you, I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
    I couldn’t keep the disappointed look off my face.
    Jax chuckled. “Not even that cute little pouty face is going to make me finish this out here. The last thing I want is a picture of this all over the place.”
    He picked me up and put me beside him, then he stood up. I stared up at him as he held out both his hands to me. “Come with me to the limo. I’ll kick Kane out and we can finish this in there. Besides, I think I’ve had my fill of high school dances. I just want to be with you.”
    Smiling, I slipped both my hands into his as we walked away from the high school, leaving that part of my world behind.

Marcus may have a broken heart, but fnd out what happens when he meets Low!
    HERE’S A SNEAK PEEK AT

because of low
    MARCUS
    Moving back home sucked. Everything about this town reminded me of why the hell I’d wanted to get away. I had a life in Tuscaloosa, and I needed that life to escape. Here, I was Marcus Hardy. No matter where I went, people knew me. They knew my family. And now . . . they were talking about my family. Which is why I had come home. Leaving my sister and mother here to face this alone was impossible. The scandal hovering over our heads took away all my choices and my freedom. Right now few people knew, but it was only a matter of time. Soon the entire coastal town of Sea Breeze, Alabama, would know what my dad was doing—or should I say, who my dad was doing. King of the Mercedes car dealerships along the Gulf Coast had been a high enough title for some little gold-digging whore only a few years older than me to jump into bed with my dear ol’ dad. The one time I’d seen the home wrecker working behind the desk right outside Dad’s office, I’d known something wasn’t right. She was young and smoking hot and apparently money hungry.
    Dad couldn’t keep it in his pants, and now my mom and sister would have to deal with the stigma it would cause. People would feel sorry for my mom. This was already devastating to her, and she didn’t even know yet that the other woman was barely a woman. My younger sister, Amanda, had caught them going at it late one evening when Mom had sent her over to the office to take Dad some dinner. She’d called me that night crying hysterically. I’d withdrawn from school, packed my things, and headed home. There was no other option. My family needed me.
    A knock at the door snapped me out of my internal tirade, and I went to see what chick was here looking for Cage this time. God knew the guy had an endless line of females parading through his life. My new roommate was a player. A major player. He put my best friend, Preston, to shame. I twisted the knob and swung the door open without peeking through the hole.
    The surprise was on me. I’d been prepared to tell whatever tall, willowy, large-but-obviously-fake-chested female dressed in almost nothing waiting outside the door that Cage was busy with another one very similar to her. Except a very natural, almost curvy redhead stood before me. Red-rimmed eyes and a tear-streaked face gazed up at me. There were no mascara lines running down her face. Her hair wasn’t styled, but pulled back in a ponytail. She wore jeans and what appeared to be an authentic Back in Black AC/DC concert T-shirt. No belly button drawing attention to a flat, tanned stomach, and her clothes weren’t skintight. Well, maybe the jeans were a little snug, but they hugged her hips nicely. My appreciation of her legs in the slim-fit jeans stopped, however, when I noticed the small beat-up