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  To My Readers,

  I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all your support. I hope you enjoy Bloodline as much as you have my others.

  Liz, my wonderful writing partner and sister. Thanks for everything. Can’t tell you how much I appreciate you listening to every crying phone call I made to you.

  To Aunt Betty, THANK YOU! For always pushing me to be more. Without your stubbornness wearing off on me, I don’t know that I would be saying this now. I love you.

  Crystal

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  Swept Away:

  (The First Bloodline)

  By

  Crystal Smith

  Copyright © 2013 Crystal Smith

  Kindle Edition

  Book cover design by Melody Simmons

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  All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead or places, event or locales is purely coincidental.

  Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 or older.

  Other Titles

  Together By Chance (co-authored with Elizabeth Veatch)

  Together In Lust (co-authored with Elizabeth Veatch)

  Seducing Peaches

  Coming Soon

  Finding Peaches

  Together In Battle (Book 3 of the Together Series)

  Love Swept: The First Bloodline (book 2 of the Bloodline Series)

  Southern Romance

  Southern Heat

  Southern Charm

  Teaching Bailey

  Chapter One

  Suddenly Taylor woke from a much needed nap. She was sweaty, crying and clinging to his pillow. Jesus! Of all the things she could have dreamed of, why did she have to dream about Chase and relive his death every time her eyes closed.

  Just one time, she wanted to be able to sleep, without waking up fifty billion times having had a nightmare or dream resulting in her living nightmare. Or having to change her clothes that were drenched in her sweat. She smeared her hands over her face that was now flooded by tears.

  As she changed, she couldn’t help but to think about the dream. To her, it seemed very real. Like it had only been yesterday. Everything in the dream had been identical to her memory. She sat down on the bed once more replaying that night.

  *****

  “Aren’t you ever gonna be done with whatever it is you work on out there? I am so sick of you spending hours after work in your mysterious workshop that I’m not allowed to enter. What are you hiding from me? I used to be able to go in there, what are you doing that you don’t want me to know about?”

  “Eventually.” He said it in a way that was meant to drive her crazy. Nonchalant like. Well turnabout is fair play in love and war. This was most definitely war, or so she thought quietly to herself.

  She strolled leisurely up behind him as he washed the grit from his hands, throwing her arms around his waist moving her hands straight to his manhood. She rubbed up and down his impressive length through his jeans and what she hadn't expected was the fresh smell of pine all over him to engulf her nares and stir her inner Goddess. She took a deep breath, and back to the task at hand she began teasing him with the plan of playing dirty. Really dirty if needed. To get him right to the point then stop until he told her exactly what she wanted to hear. That was her plan.

  “You can touch all you like and both of us will enjoy it as always, but I’m not telling you anything.” He informed her of her failed assault as he continued to wash his hands as if she weren’t touching him at all. She didn’t have to touch him to get what she wanted. Or so she thought anyways. She wanted to show him exactly what she was thinking and what she could do.

  She walked away from him flopping down on the couch and let out a hard sigh before flipping the channels on the TV. She ignored his laughter in the background as she had no doubt he thought this was entertaining. She fought to keep her eyes on the TV and not on him. That in itself was a task from hell for her to keep. Chase, so sexy, and hers to do with whatever she wanted.

  “Are you gonna sit there and pout or are you gonna come take a shower with me? I could use some help with washing my back. You know you wash mine, I’ll wash yours. Or I’ll lick yours, you suck mine.” He laughed louder this time.

  Shower! Shower! Shower! Her inner Goddess answered the question for her. Her mind however wasn’t going to give in so easy as she was determined to show him he too could fail at whatever game he was attempting and she knew exactly what cards he was playing with.

  “Come on Babe, you know you don’t wanna play this game with me. I always win.” She could hear his amusement he was now attempting to hide in his voice. And there was something about that amusement that did things to her. Things she didn’t want to admit right now.

  She stared at the TV trying to concentrate hard on not looking into his sapphire eyes. Just a look into his eyes would make her melt in her shoes and probably her panties as well. It didn’t take much for him to get her vaginal juices flowing, as if they were rejoicing for what was to come. Hell he didn’t have to do anything, just the thought of him and she was ready.

  "Babe, are you seriously playing hard to get?" He almost sounded shocked, was she that easy? The first time she didn't say yes baby yes he knew exactly what she was doing. She thought to herself, yes I'm playing hard to get but I ain't about to tell you shit, because I'm about to get my way. She kept telling herself stay strong Taylor, you can do this.

  "Really?" He slowly said the word showing how this had excited him. She knew it had. She didn't have to look at him to know. She could hear it loud and clear.

  She watched him shrug his shoulders as he walked away. Oh well she thought, if this is how he wanted to play it so be it. She wanted to know what he was doing out there and why she wasn't allowed to be out there to begin with. This whole game of his had gone on for far too long.

  She waited until she heard the shower running. His whistling began before she quickly ran into the bedroom removed the blanket and pillows from the bed and threw them on the couch. She ran back into the bedroom and stripped hurrying to get changed into her jammies and back on the couch before he finished.

  She opened the door grabbing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. She turned quickly to lay them on the bed but hands gripped her waist and began tugging her towards the shower. The water from his skin soaking in to her.

  "Let me go right now. I'm not in the mood." She was serious. Seriously lying through her teeth that is. What she really meant was bend her over the bed and take her fast and hard.

  He stopped, wrapped his hand in her hair and held tight while he pulled her head back to his chest. His other hand left her waist and trailed down her back, over her butt straight for the place she wanted him the most.

  He parted her, running his finger over her clit, across her vagina, over her anus causing her breath to hitch. “Hmm.” He put his finger in front of her showing her how much she had drenched his finger with just a single rub.

  “Looks like you do. Your mouths says no no, but your pussy says yes yes. I know you, you’re attempting to play hard to get and your pretending you’re mad at me for not telling you what’s out there but then as I said you’re only pretending.”

  And as if that wasn’t enough, when he slowly licked and sucked juices juices off his long finger, she knew without a doubt much more
of that and she would come just watching him. She found this side of him fucking hot as hell. She almost felt disappointed to see his finger leave his mouth and trail back to her waist.

  He quickly spun her around and pressed his mouth to her lips. She fought for all of about two seconds. The minute he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, it was over. She opened her mouth to moan and his tongue came rushing in and she had lost all since of hard to get, that she had.

  Her body immediately melted towards him and gave into what they both wanted. Her hands roamed over his gloriously defined back as she licked down his neck. He deftly carried her to the shower and commenced to do what he did best. What they did best.

  *****

  She shook her head pulling herself from her thoughts. Quickly she showered and changed. When she came out from the shower she stared into the corner where the curio that had been the big secret sat. He had been making it for a surprise for her birthday.

  She walked into the kitchen. The house was quiet. Liz was snuggled up on the couch with a book which Taylor hadn’t seen her do in a long time. Liz had used to love to read. That was all it seemed like she did until she moved in with Taylor to help out.

  “So what’s it this time. Pirates capturing the heroine, who of course is a stow away, running from something or someone and her falling in love with the captain, where of course he will have to save her from whatever has her running and then they will sail into the sun set happily ever after?

  “No a mysterious woman acting as someone she’s not, falling in love with the sheriff of the town set back in like horse and buggy days? Oh wait I got it.

  “A lonely girl with no family, letting her guard down to the bad boy of the town who no longer is the bad boy he used to be? Or maybe back in the day of settling the land, uh let’s see, a young girl 18 or so, virgin of course, on a trail with her mother and father. Indians storm the trail and the parents send the young girl to run for her life in which another Indian sees her. He of course is immediately twitterpated with her. He kidnaps her and takes her virgin flower and she immediately falls in love with him?” Taylor chuckled as she waited for a response and was surprised when she looked over at Liz, who had only held one finger in the air gesturing to wait.

  Taylor took notice that Liz’s face was flushed, sweaty almost, totally stirred by whatever the hell it was she was reading. Taylor never read the historical romances that Liz generally read. Taylor preferred mystery or vampire novels. There was something about a hot erotic vampire that turned her on.

  “Oh my God that was so freaking hot.” Liz fanned herself with the book. “You’ve got to read this. This has got to be the hottest, no sexiest book I have ever read. I mean it. Woo! I swear it is nothing like neither of us has ever read and probably will never read another one even in the same league as this one. I guarantee it.”

  Taylor burst out laughing. What kind of book could do that to an adult woman? After all it was a freaking book. Not real.

  “Please let me see that thing.” She sarcastically grabbed the book and read through it expecting the same ole thing. Oh holy hell! Taylor was now hooked. She literally couldn’t stop reading about the handcuffs, bondage, spanking and some incredibly kinky sex. She could feel herself flushing all over and suddenly understood why Liz had been so bothered. Right now Taylor had a sudden urge to go buy some rope.

  Taylor finished the scene and turned back to Liz. “When you’re done, I get it next! Don’t stop until you’re finished.” Taylor had to admit, just that one little scene had done things to her that hadn’t occurred since Chase’s death. Never in a million years would she have thought about be flogged as sexy, turn on, or even interesting.

  “I told you right.” Liz laughed flipping back through the pages and nestling back into the couch into the same comfy appearing position she had been in.

  “When you’re done with it, I want it next. Seriously.” Taylor felt she needed to reiterate her earlier statement as she turned walking back to the kitchen.

  “I told ya so.” Liz giggled softly.

  Taylor didn’t say much after that. Later on that night, she was standing at the sink washing supper dishes remembering the last time Chase had been there to help her. The last time she allowed him to help her do anything.

  *****

  “Pass me those plates.” Taylor reached up and handed them to him, admiring just how damn sexy he looked standing there doing something as simple as dishes. He stood 6 foot tall and towered her short 5 foot 2 inch height. Chase was built like a God. Taylor always had felt scrawny next to him, while extremely safe.

  “Taylor what are you doing?” He didn’t have to look at her. She knew he knew exactly what she was doing. Lusting after her incredibly sexy man. He always knew what she was up to. She was an open book to him, Chase understood her like no one else ever did. The connection between them was like nothing she could have ever imagined.

  “What do you think I’m doing?” Taylor stood behind him, slipping her hands into the back pockets of his Levis. Oh his wonderfully filled out Levis, with that butt. You know the one. The one you see in the commercials. Yes, that butt!

  “Staring at my ass instead of rinsing the now full sink of dishes is exactly what you’re doing Babe. Wanna try to deny it? We can play hard to get again if you’d like. It holds so many more possibilities.” Taylor laughed at him when he said it. He really did know her all to well. Before she could respond to him, he spun around, ripping her hands from his ass, grabbing her face and kissed her. Not just a ‘you better get back to rinsing dishes kiss’, but a ‘hurry let’s get this done, so I can ravage you all night kiss’.

  His mouth tasted of fried chicken. Taylor loved the way his tongue would conquer hers, no matter how hard she tried to play hard to get. Or the way he could force her mouth open and take what he wanted. She loved the way the feel of his hard, muscular, chest against her breast, would make her weak in the knees. And she loved the way he felt when he was deep inside her, moving as if his only duty in life was to pleasure her.

  *****

  “Tay, come on don’t cry. He wouldn’t want that. You know that.”

  “How do you know what he would want? How do I know what he would want? It’s not like he can tell me what he wants. He never told me what he wanted and it’s not like I have a choice in the matter. It’s not like I wanted this. God damn it! I can’t do this! I want him back Liz. I want to wake up and feel his arms around me. I want to smell him again. I want to get mad at him again. I want to argue with him so we can have incredible make up sex. I want him!!!.” Taylor wiped the tears and then continued to vent.

  “Do you know what it's like to have this huge, hole in your chest, that’s there no matter what you do, and keeps getting bigger and bigger and there isn’t anything you can do about it? Do you know what it's like to dread going back to work every day, because I have to deal with sick people? Do you have any idea how I feel every damn day? I'm lost Liz. I can’t do this without him. God has to hate me. He has to. Why else would he take him away from me? Can you tell me that?

  "Or how sometimes when the house is really quiet, I can catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. Or at night when the house is completely quiet, I can almost hear his laugh. Or when I catch a strong scent of him next to me. A cool whisper of air next to my neck. All the damn time! Do you know that sometimes I still expect him to walk right through those doors to me? Wrap his arms around me and tell me he loves me. Tell me he’s sorry for leaving me and he's missed me terribly, as much as I him and he will never do it again! Why? Why Liz, just tell me?"

  She didn't mean to scream Lord knows, definitely not Liz all people. She had been her rock and savior from complete insanity since that day, it was just that anger now ran in the place of the blood in her veins and seemed to only grow day after day and no matter what she did to try to let go of it, it only got worse the more she thought about it, the more she tried to forgive Chase for not staying with her.

/>   Liz grabbed a hold of her, embracing her and just let her cry. She always knew what Taylor needed. Had been six years since Chase's death but to Taylor each day felt like the same day over and over again. The day she had to say goodbye. The day she had to bury the entirety of her life. The day her heart no longer needed to beat because life no longer existed in her body.

  The day God should have taken her with Chase, because she became nothing more than a walking, talking, breathing corpse of a body that had nothing left.

  Six weeks after the funeral, Liz convinced her after weeks of throwing up non-stop to go to the doctor. When the doctor told her she was pregnant, her heart stopped. She couldn’t believe it. Chase and her had tried for 5 years to get pregnant and never did.

  She had been so busy with Chase she hadn’t noticed the signs. She had missed several periods but then that was nothing for Taylor. Her periods were always coming and going and that was one of the reasons the doctors had thought it was so hard for her to conceive.

  Only five months later Zacharia Thomas and Ashley Paige were born. Both healthy as they could be. The first look into Zach’s eyes were like looking straight into Chase’s.

  Liz moved in after to help Taylor with raising a set of twins. Without Liz, she hadn’t know what she would have done. Everything from that point on revolved around the babies. Taylor worked days, Liz worked evenings. The twins were on an easy schedule for sleeping and feeding and Taylor and Liz soon fell into that schedule as well.

  Chapter Two

  “Taylor tonight you and I sister are so going out. Won’t take no for an answer anymore. Ms. Rosa said she’d babysit and we’re going. You have to get out of this house. No excuses, I’ve got everything covered.”

  Liz tapped her foot half expecting Taylor to argue the point with her but when she didn’t Liz was thrown back with a simple “Ok.” Taylor could see the shock all over Liz’s face and chuckled..

  “Are you actually gonna go out with me without any arguing or excuses on why you can’t?” Sarcasm noted in her voice.