“So did I, but,” Faith Mahoney grabbed a few quick breaths, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you left Jessica’s place that night.” She pulled up her pants, turned around, and squeezed her temples between her palms while eyeing the floor. “I’ve...”
Randall glanced at the red strings from the thong he had tugged on; they now arched over her waist, well above the waistline of her jeans. He grimaced. I might’ve gotten a tad overzealous with those.
“...I’ve never felt this way for anyone else, Noah.” She rubbed her forehead. “This is all so new, so strange...these feelings I have running through me.” She spun left to face him. “I...”
Having managed to unhook her red bra, he watched the lingerie’s right strap drop to her elbow while the lace cups stayed in place.
“...I can’t let this go. I can’t let you go...at least not without knowing where I stand. With you. With each other. Us.” A beat. “You must feel the same about me.” A moment passed. “All the time we spent together...the cramped cabinet, the looks, the verbal exchanges. I saw it in your eyes. I heard it in your voice. I know you want me, too.”
Randall planted hands on hips and gawked at the floor, his mind taking him back to that under-the-sink cabinet they had shared in Seattle...
“Is there any way you can reach the magazine pouch on my belt?” Randall eyed his Walther. “I want to top this off.”
Trying to stay quiet, Faith finagled her hands down his shirt while wriggling her body.
He sucked in his flat stomach to give her more room. “It’s on the lef—” he flinched and pressed his back against the wall a little harder. “That’s not a magazine.”
“Oh, isn’t it?” she whispered.
He heard a smile come through in her reply. “I said on my belt...not below it.”
“Well, in my defense, it does have the same size and firmness of a magazine.”
Randall grinned inwardly. She was dirty and grubby that day. Her hair was greasy and stringy. Her cheek was bruised, and caked-on blood clung to her neck. And yet, his mind’s eye saw her in the hideaway’s subdued lighting, she was beautiful.
“Tell me I’m wrong, Noah. Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll,” Faith lifted her right arm straight out to the side and pointed, “walk out that door, fly back to Seattle, and you’ll never see me again.” She folded arms below her breasts. “Is that what you want?”
He glanced at her before continuing his staring contest with the floor.
Giving him a full minute to reply, and receiving only silence, she cozied up to him and gently clutched his upper arms. “That’s what I,” her voice was calm, “was hoping you’d say.”
Randall squinted at her. “What about Jessica? I,” he looked down and shook his head, “I don’t want to betray her,” before lifting his eyes to take in Faith a moment later.
“Just let me handle my sister...while you,” she pushed her pants down to her upper thighs and guided his hands to her bare butt, “handle me.”
Feeling her smooth skin, his heart rate increasing, the front of his jeans growing tighter, Randall regarded her. I don’t know where this is going. But I do know one thing, Miss Mahoney. You’re an incredibly sexy... he hoisted her into the air.
Faith wrapped arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
...vibrant woman. And I really...
She locked her ankles behind his back and dipped her head to kiss him.
...really want to get to know you. French-kissing her the whole way, Randall carried Faith across the living room and into the bedroom before donkey kicking the door shut.
∞=∞=∞=∞=∞=∞=∞
.
PRE-ORDER NOW…
Thank You
This novel really took on a familial feeling as the action and adventure played out. The final few chapters cemented that impression with everyone getting together for dinner. Yes, there was some drama at the table between Jessica and Faith, but, then again, isn’t that what family’s all about? In the end, however, everything worked out, and Noah was welcomed into the fold.
And how about Faith Mahoney? Hopefully, you loved reading about her as much as I enjoyed writing about her. She was another one of those characters who seemed to come alive the more you engaged with her. Each of her scenes drew you into a deeper personality, one she tries to hide from others.
I do hope you enjoyed No Good Options. If so, please consider posting a review at your favorite bookseller. And you’re always welcome to send me a note at [email protected]. I’d love to hear from you.
Thank you for purchasing and reading No Good Options. Until my next book launches, take care. And, if you subscribe to my newsletter, then you’ll be hearing from me before then.
Sincerely,
Alex J. Ander
Don't miss out!
Click the button belowand you can sign up to receive emails whenever Alex Ander publishes a new book. There's no charge and no obligation.
https://books2read.com/r/B-A-QKVC-HAYBB
Connecting independent readers to independent writers.
Also by Alex Ander
Action & Adventure - Special Agent Cruz
Vengeance is Mine
Defense of Innocents
Plea For Justice
Jacob St. Christopher Action & Adventure
Protect & Defend
Word of Honor
A Vow to the Innocent
Above & Beyond
Jessica Devlin - U.S. Marshal Action & Adventure
Trust Fall
No Good Options (Coming Soon)
Let the Hunt Begin (Coming Soon)
Patriotic Action & Adventure - Aaron Hardy
The Unsanctioned Patriot
American Influence
Deadly Assignment
Patriot Assassin
The Nemesis Protocol
Necessary Means
Foreign Soil
Of Patriots and Tyrants
Act of Justice
The Last Kill
Standalone
The President's Man
The President's Man 2
Special Agent Cruz Crime Series
Against All Enemies
Watch for more at Alex Ander’s site.
About the Author
Living in the middle of Michigan, Alex Ander writes Action & Adventure/Thriller novels. He has four series in production, focusing on the exploits of the protagonists Aaron Hardy, Jacob St. Christopher, FBI Special Agent Raychel DelaCruz (Cruz to those who know her), and Jessica Devlin.
His writing style mixes fast-paced action scenes with suspense, humor and sharp dialogue. Each book is wrapped up at the end with NO cliffhangers.
