Evergreen by Jessica Florence

Synopsis

It was supposed to be an easy stake out. Until a bunch of bachelorettes mobbed me,changing my life forever.I couldn't get Andi Slaton, with her red hair, blue eyes, and cotton candy flavored lip gloss out of my head.But when she offers herself to aid the FBI to help me take down the biggest criminal family in Tampa, Florida, my very sanity is put to the test watching her spend time with my arch enemy.She's everything I want, I will be everything to her. We will be Evergreen. ***

Excerpt 1

Flaming red hair was piled on top of her oval face. Her blue eyes stared at me intensely. My gaze fell to her pink, pouty lips. Her lower lip was slightly bigger than her top. My thoughts immediately took a turn into the gutter. I imagined all the ways I could tease those lips, tasting them, the way they would look wrapped around my dick. I kept going with my gaze. Her skin was a sweet cream color. A blue corset wrapped around her petite frame, and a pink tutu with pink and blue checkered socks encased her long legs. Then, the outfit finally ended with “fuck me” black heels. I never would have thought all that combined in one package would be sexy, but, damn, I was all about this cotton candy woman. “I appreciate you stripping me down with your eyes here, but I have a celebration to get back to, so here, please.” I looked back up at her face in confusion. Then I realized she was holding my phone out to me. “I’m an asshole. Thanks,” I told her as I grabbed my phone from her delicate hand. “Nice to meet you, asshole. I’m Candy Tease tonight. So maybe you aren't normally an asshole.” She smiled at me. I found myself wanting to play with her. “Candy Tease. I can see where you get your name.” And I wasn't talking about her outfit. Although I was sure that was what she thought I was talking about. She looked sweet as hell, and I definitely wanted a taste. My dick was throbbing at the thought of just how sweet she was. The sweetest of honey.

CHAPTER 1

Ryder

Just another day with another asshole who thought he could shit on the law and just keep dancing. I shook my head and grabbed my glass of water from the bar. I brought the drink to my lips as I gazed around the nightclub. I hated it here. But when you worked for the FBI, you went where they told you, and right now I was sitting in a room full of fog and lights flashing on the people swaying around on the dance floor.

Ybor City.

Located in Tampa, Florida, where the stupid come to play.

I’d been watching this guy trade off drugs in a VIP booth for about an hour. But it wasn’t him I wanted. I wanted his boss, who my intel told me was going to show up at this club tonight. I turned my gaze back to the crowd, not wanting to draw attention to myself by staring at the guy. Girls were everywhere, scantily clad and grinding themselves against guys that probably wouldn’t even remember their names after tonight.

“So just a water tonight, huh, stud?”

The female bartender stared at me, obviously trying to start up a conversation. I gave her a half-hearted smile back, but I had no interest in her. She was cute, probably about five foot four, blonde hair with pink streaks framing her pixie-like face.   Her breasts were pushed up on display by her uniform. But unless she turned out to be the drug dealer’s boss, I had no time for her.

“Just the water,” I answered her politely.

I downed what little drink I had left and headed toward dance floor. I wasn’t much of a dancer anymore—that was something of the past—but I needed to be inconspicuous.

A tall brunette wiggled her way over to me. While keeping an eye on my guy, I moved lightly with her as she ground against me. I saw my target nod at another guy heading in his direction. I wrapped my dance partner’s arms around my neck and moved us to face the men. She laughed and continued to wiggle against my obviously-not-entertained dick.

The new man was shorter than the other. He had a few days’ worth of facial hair growing and a tribal tattoo on his neck.   

Easy to remember. Not a very smart decision on his part.

I watched as the two men shook hands and sat down. I kept my position on the dance floor until both men got up and headed toward the door.

“Mm, baby, you move so good,” the brunette I was dancing with said. “Why don’t you and I get out of here? I don’t live too far.”

She was smiling at me seductively. I took her hands, which were roaming over my chest, off me.

“Thank you for the dance.”

I nodded and walked away. I heard her yell at me, but I didn’t care. I had to keep an eye on my target and his new companion. They were taking a right out of the door of the club. I waited a few seconds and then followed them.

I pulled out my phone and sent my man Rex a text on their location. He would pull a “Bump and Tag” on our tattooed friend.

Two minutes later I saw a drunken man stumble into the men. I heard some curse words exchanged, and then the drunken man stumbled back in my direction. Nice one. Rex, the man pretending to be drunk, nodded as he passed me. I pulled out my phone and logged into the suspects’ signal. Thank God for technology.

Just then I stumbled into the middle of a group of women who were shrieking about someone getting married tomorrow. One of the women elbowed me as I passed through, causing me drop my phone and lose sight of the dealers. I tried to get a location visually but couldn’t see them.

“Fuck!” I cursed.

“Well, that’s one hell of a thank you,” a feminine voice said behind me.

I turned around to tell whatever chick had elbowed me to go to hell but was brought up short when I saw her.

Flaming red hair was piled on top of her oval face. Her blue eyes stared at me intensely. My gaze fell to her pink, pouty lips. Her lower lip was slightly bigger than her top. My thoughts immediately took a turn into the gutter. I imagined all the ways I could tease those lips, tasting them, the way they would look wrapped around my dick. I kept going with my gaze. Her skin was a sweet cream color. A blue corset wrapped around her petite frame, and a pink tutu with pink and blue checkered socks encased her long legs. Then, the outfit finally ended with “fuck me” black heels. I never would have thought all that combined in one package would be sexy, but, damn, I was all about this cotton candy woman.

“I appreciate you stripping me down with your eyes here, but I have a celebration to get back to, so here, please.”

I looked back up at her face in confusion. Then I realized she was holding my phone out to me.

“I’m an asshole. Thanks,” I told her as I grabbed my phone from her delicate hand.

“Nice to meet you, asshole. I’m Candy Tease tonight. So maybe you aren’t normally an asshole.”

She smiled at me. I found myself wanting to play with her.

“Candy Tease. I can see where you get your name.”

And I wasn’t talking about her outfit. Although I was sure that was what she thought I was talking about. She looked sweet as hell, and I definitely wanted a taste. My dick was throbbing at the thought of just how sweet she was. The sweetest of honey.

“I don’t think you do. It’s actually a secret.” She winked at me.

That was all the warning I had before she gripped my shirt, pulling me toward her and crushing her lips to mine. She moaned against my lips. I groaned. After the initial shock hit me, I gave back to her as much as she was giving me. Her lips tasted sweet, with a flavor I couldn’t place. Those perfect lips parted, and I sure as hell took advantage of that, my tongue caressing hers.

Holy fuck, this woman was amazing!

She suddenly pulled back a bit so that our lips were barely touching. “Cotton candy-flavored lip gloss,” she whispered against me.

Then she did the strangest thing. She turned around and walked away.

What the hell?

I stood there stunned. I could still taste her. No fucking way was I going to let her walk away. She made a turn into a nightclub ahead. I started to follow her, then stopped and pulled out my phone. Those assholes were still being tracked, thank Christ. I pulled up Rex’s number and pressed call.

He answered on the first ring. “What happened?”

“I got mobbed by a group of bachelorettes and lost sight of the targets. Nice work on the tag, by the way.” I laughed remembering him stumbling like a fool.

“Yeah, well, it worked. I’ll keep tabs on our guys. It looks like they’re on the road, going south on 75. Talk to you tomorrow.”

Not much we could do now until they stopped.

“Sounds good.”

With that taken care of, I had some unfinished business to attend to. I walked like a man on a mission. I had one thought driving me. Cotton candy.

 

 

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Author Bio: I am a books, movie, and music nerd. I can tell you about every book I’ve read chapter by chapter. Can tell you about every movie I’ve ever seen, and can sing songs I’ve only heard once. I’m pretty talented right?! I absolutely love writing. It’s been a pure dream to write and put my stories out into the world for all the lovely readers to have in their grabby hands. I currently own my own business in Southwest Florida. I love the warm weather, and the humidity. I love torturing my husband ;) playing with my dog Rogue, and making my super cute as hell baby smile. I’m obsessed with survival stuff. Just put me out in the woods for a weekend and I will Bear Grylls it up! I’m not a good cook, I can make quesadillas like no bodies business though! I will always be me, and stand up for what I feel. I am a geeky redhead that reads books, and likes to be outside. That’s me. <3 

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