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Suits and Shades// Chap. 17
A snippet of the next unreleased chapter of my GTA fanfiction. Hardened Los Santos Detective Andre Jackson tries to apologize to Amanda De Santa for lying. Things get heated rather quickly... ;)
Pairing: Amanda De Santa x oc
Warnings: Fluff, explicit
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“Amanda!” I came up from behind and veered in front of her. “Listen, I know you’re upset, but you can’t go running off by yourself. It’s too dangerous.”
“You’re a liar!” She pushed me—well, tried to—it felt more like a heavy-handed tap. Cute. I didn’t budge. “I thought you were different, ‘the nice guy’, but you and Michael, you’re both the fucking same…”
Her voice faded to the back of my mind as I watched her lips move, the tip of her tongue swayed with every word. Her perfect, red rouged mouth was remarkably alluring. I haven’t felt her lips against mine in days and I was starving for the taste.
The blood in my veins went hot and molten, threatening my control. Amanda wasn’t mine to have. If only she wasn’t so damn sexy…I knew where this was heading—straight down a road of getting fucked over.
I wasn’t interested in a short-term affair. I wanted more. I needed more. I deserved more.
How could I compare to a dude like Michael? Her first love? I wasn’t rich. I didn’t have millions to throw around, a mansion in Rockford Hills with a private pool, luxury cars or yachts, but maybe…maybe I could make her want me.
The chances of being with her were slim. Real slim. Against my better judgement, I took the chance anyway.
Passion overriding caution, I gripped a fistful of her silky hair and pulled her to me, my mouth slanted over hers. She let out a feeble sound of protest and went completely still, her resistance beginning to dissolve. Her heart raced, nipples hardening into tight points against my chest. Gradually, she softened in surrender, melting into the kiss, clinging to my shoulders as if her knees were going to give out.
"Andre..." she moaned against my lips. I shivered.
All the fight left her. She kissed me back, her tongue thrust aggressively into my mouth, demanding and greedy. It was always a fight for dominance between us, and that fight always ended in her favor. She was a strong woman who had to be in control. I admired that.
But she wasn’t gonna win today.
With a growl, I dragged my lips away. My mouth opened on her neck, devouring the softness. I cupped her hip, and her shapely, flexible leg rose in response, curling around my waist. Her long-limbed figure molded to mine perfectly. Through her sheer, skin-tight leggings, I could feel her heat, her core trembling against my throbbing shaft. Wait—was Amanda wearing panties?
I slid my hand into her pants, and fondled the soft, exposed curves of her ass. Hot damn, she really was going commando.
I think I’m in love.
We were stranded in the middle of nowhere, in the dusty, poverty-stricken, piece of shit town known as Sandy Shores. Tracey was missing, I had a bullet wound in my chest, thugs were probably lurking in the shadows watching us make out…
Now really wasn’t the time for this.
“Your husband and I ain’t the same,” I nipped lightly at her earlobe, making her shudder. “You know me, baby. I’m nothing like him.”