Second Chance

By CJ Hawk

Chick Lit. Adult Romance.
Some girls just can’t catch a break. One minute Samoa Moore’s life had reached a breaking point and she just had to get away from the life that was dragging her down. The next minute one very hot war hero cop has her slammed up against his police cruiser and she realizes her plan is not going accordingly. Her body’s reaction immediately betrays her attitude of do it alone from here on out.
Officer Matt Bourne is no stranger to women the likes of Samoa. But he can’t help but want to do the honorable thing and protect her. Her irresistible sex appeal is too much for his do right attitude. And Matt’s do right attitude makes Samoa realize that falling back on a man isn’t so weak after all.
With Samoa’s seedy past fast at her heels will she get the second chance she deserves all while falling in love with the man that saved her or will things fall apart once more?
Excerpts:
I watched his lips move and listened to the words he was saying, but when I looked back into his eyes and saw the anger deep within him, I decided to tread lightly.
He was definitely an attractive man that had a look that demanded authority. He was at least in his thirties with the way his eyes were lined with a few wrinkles that gave his eyes a mature look. His sandy blonde hair in a short military cut gave him that sergeant look and his steel blue eyes showed experience.
I had taken just mere seconds to examine him and realized I was up against a man that was not out to play games.
I felt the weight of his body against the back of mine and it felt incredible. I felt him pull away and I missed him. Just like that. I hated myself more now than I ever did. I had sworn the minute I ran from the strip club that I would never go back. Go back to my apartment that I shared with a bunch of whore girlfriends that worked with me. Never again would I convince a man to be his girlfriend by selling out my body. Never again, would any man hit me, touch me when I didn’t want to be touched and never again would I need a man.

I let my mind wander a bit as the hot water warmed every inch of my body. I let the stress of all I left behind swirl away from me in the water. I thought of what I wanted for a new life and Matt’s face quickly popped into my head. I smiled inwardly. He’s very attractive and had this no nonsense way about him. As if, he could take the weight of the world off my shoulders. I felt like I was basically hero worshiping him for rescuing me in a way, not that I needed rescuing. Well maybe I did. However, he took me in and offered me a safe place. I could not have asked for a better outcome to a difficult situation.

I walked towards the counter seductively. I knew how to work a man and I always enjoyed their restless reaction. I slowly unzipped his jacket I was wearing to reveal my low cut tank top. I slowly leaned in a little on his counter and smiled. “Well Mr. Copper, I can’t imagine someone lying to you.” I looked down at the counter and up into his steel blue eyes. I watched the muscles flex in his jaw as if he was a little perturbed by my notions all of a sudden.

He didn’t finish. He had the condom on and was leaning over me, with our bodies touching everywhere but where his arms were straight. He was a big man. I was a little woman. He entered me slowly and I arched my back and closed my eyes with pleasure. I felt my swollen clitoris rub against his groin and I was gone. The fire ripped through me quickly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Hawk
• Release date: Mar 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458145116

CJ Hawk

I am an independently published author that finds scraps of time to write with intentions to escape the perils of a working life while owning and operating three small businesses with my husband, raising teen boys, sixteen paws (yes four shelter dogs) and a tank full of fish that keep multiplying on their own every time we look for baby fish – free fish anyone? For all of the chaos, testing of mental fortitude, strength and intuition I have endured, I have a lot to be thankful for.Recent years have put my dedication to writing time on the back burner. There were a few major surgeries within my immediate household, to then have major changes in life in general. As of 2015, I lost my mother to the final battle of Ovarian Cancer. She was a strong independent woman that I loved deeply but often saw things quite a bit differently, yet only a mother knows, you love your child no matter what - and that love will always find a way.Between our business, teens, my mother’s cancer battle and life, I have found a renewed sense of what makes me content when the tides are trying to drown me... and that is to be creative in any whimsical way that nudges me. I am back to writing full force when time allows, painting, gardening, taking pictures, knitting or my all-time favorite thing that helped me morn my loss, scrapbooking. All of these things are so very therapeutic and to be able to share with others, gives me joy.I hope you like my books, not perfect as they could be; but life is not perfect and is meant to be enjoyed nonetheless. – CJ Hawk

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Second Chance

Chick Lit Adult Romance

This book contains adult contain which is intended for mature audience.

Published by Smashwords and Copyright 2012 CJ Hawk

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Chapter One

I watched his lips move, and I listened to the words he was saying, but when I looked back into his eyes and saw the anger deep within him, I decided to tread lightly. Which way are you going? His words held authoritative tone, and I was already scared and confused. Some type of protective instinct kicked in, and I felt an instant zap of defense in me. I guess that is why I didn't stop myself from popping off at the mouth with a cocky tone. The direction I was facing when I got off the bus. Ok. Not quite as polite as I could be, but I did say it seductively with a smile. He didn’t seem to like that one bit with the return glare I received.

I had to admit to myself that I was tired of people, places and things. I just wanted to get away. Far away. From everything I left behind. I looked down at my small travel bag of personal belongings on the ground next to my feet. A well-worn and now dirty brown canvas messenger bag that held all that was important to me.

Then I made a mistake and looked back into his steel blue eyes. The anger was gone but the raised eyebrow look of inquisition definitely said 'not quite the answer I was looking for'.

He was definitely an attractive man who had a look that demanded authority. He was at least in his thirties with the way his eyes were lined with a few wrinkles that gave his eyes a mature look. His sandy blonde hair in a short military cut gave him that sergeant look, and his steel blue eyes showed experience.

I had taken just mere seconds to examine him and realized I was up against a man who was not out to play games. I let out a huge puff of air making strands of my hair move away from my eyes. Look. I was in a hurry when I left. So I left my wallet back home. Home. That word cut like a knife. I hadn’t known a place called home for I don’t know how long. I was starving and I figured a quick meal, and an IOU note wasn’t a major crime. I watched him look me up and down, inspecting every inch of me. It hurt. It reminded me of all the times I auditioned at the adult dance clubs that kept me employed over these last cold and lonely years.

Then how darling, did you get yourself on that bus? He had a point. His tone had the sound that he was somewhat entertained yet did not like bullshit. I didn’t know if sneaking in and hiding in the bathroom until we were well on the road would add to my defense. At this point, the way he looked at me, I was just a common criminal to him.

I took the shy defenseless look I had gotten so good at in my life when I didn’t want Rex, my step father, to beat me. It usually worked. Rex only hit me when I argued. I got good at not arguing and playing the sweet little girl. I snuck on? I shrugged my shoulders, looked down at my feet and began shuffling them around a bit, like I was kicking at the dirt. My once white canvas tennis shoes looked brown and dusty, along with my bare legs. I needed a bath.

Snuck on? He looked up at the blue sky as if he wanted to fly away from me. Then, he blew out a puff of air and looked back at me with his jaw tensed, his eyes squinting and his arms crossed over his chest. His size and demeanor alone should have scared me quiet. You wanted? Have a warrant out? You a runaway?

I laughed, unintentionally. I was twenty-four. I did have the tendency to look much younger than I was. However, I hadn’t thought I still looked that young. My small petite features were what kept me in the adult business so long. That and the fact Adolfo bought me my first rack of C cups. I was more than fortunate when Adolfo was forced by immigration to go back to his country, never to be heard from again. He was a harsh man to please. My long blonde hair could make me look younger than I am; unless I had it curled with large curls. My blue-green eyes were big and round, giving me a youthful look, just like my mother had.

Look, all this is a misunderstanding. Yes, I did sneak on the bus, but I wasn’t sure where I was going until I saw the busload of senior citizens get on. I figured I would be safest on this bus. My wallet must have fallen out along the way. I can wash dishes or clean up. I smiled as flirtatiously as I could.

Save it. He looked more pissed off now that I had flirted with him. You didn’t answer me straight. Nothing I can’t stand worse than a wishy-washy runaway trying to flirt with me as if that is gonna get them off. Get in back of the police cruiser. He grabbed my arm and maybe he meant to be gentle and try to lead me, but I went off.

I pulled my arm away from him and pointed my finger in his chest. Look here mister… I didn’t have time to go on. He had my finger off him and my arm-twisted behind my back so fast, then my other arm, and I distinctively heard the clinks of the cuffs. I was pissed. Gahahuh! Was all I got out of my mouth before he had me pushed against the cruiser and was talking very distinctively into my ear with punctuation on every single word.

You. Did. Not. Answer. My. Questions. Get. In. The. Car. He paused and took a deep breath.

I felt the weight of his body against the back of mine, and it felt incredible. I felt him pull away, and I missed him. Just like that. I hated myself more now than I ever did. I had sworn the minute I ran from the strip club that I would never go back. Go back to my apartment that I shared with a bunch of whore girlfriends who worked with me. Never again, would I convince a man to be his girlfriend by selling out my body. Never again, would any man hit me, touch me when I didn’t want to be touched, and never again would I need a man. Losing my wallet along the way did not help me out in my never again plans. I had two G’s in that wallet, and I was going to start a new life. Now I felt more screwed than ever.

I tightened my lip in a firm gripping line. I kicked my bag of belongings as far and hard as I could and practically threw myself into the open door of the back of the police cruiser. I watched Mr. Tough Guy slam my door. Then, he slowly walked over to where I had kicked my bag and picked it up. He had a slight limp in his walk, favoring his right leg. My eyes caught his; and his chest seemed to puff out, and his chin went up and the limp was gone. Knee injury I thought to myself, probably too proud to admit it hurts.

I looked down into my lap and realized just then, how dirty I was. My white shorts I had put on that morning had dirt and mud marks all over them. I remember hiding out in the back storage room until I felt it was safe to run with the two grand I just stole. My white tank top had just as much dirt on it and a hole in by my belly button. I remembered snagging it on the storage shelf. I guess I was so pumped full of adrenaline from stealing from the boss and sneaking on the bus, that I just tried to act as normal as possible. Looking in my lap, I realized I looked like a runaway. I started to laugh.

My halfhearted chuckles got a look from Mr. Copper a.k.a. tough guy. He did that thing with his eyebrow again, raising only one side as he looked at me with a question. I stopped laughing the minute I watched him dump my entire personal possessions minus my wallet out on the hood of the cruiser. I watched in horror as he shifted through my lace panties and bras. He set the few tank tops I packed off to the side. My makeup, what little I had packed, was knocked against the ground. I didn't plan on really wearing much anymore. A few pairs of socks, a pair of flip-flops and my small photo album of all the pictures I left of my mom. I watched in horror as he leafed through the pages, looking back at me, from time to time, and then back to the pages. I felt my mouth begin to dry. I knew it was hanging open in horror. I felt my life being invaded. I tossed my head back and could not watch anymore. I let the back of my head, rest against the backseat headrest and closed my eyes.

Things were not going as I had planned. Not at all.

The sound of the door to the back of the cruiser opened, and my eyes flew open fast. I think I fell asleep, briefly out of exhaustion. I looked up into his eyes, and they seemed kinder. I looked back to the hood of the cruiser, and my things were gone. I looked back at him, and he had a hand out to help me out of the cruiser. Well. Sabrina Clarity Moore you are free to go. After, you pay back Miss Agnes for your lunch at her café.

I was stunned. How did he know my name? I didn't tell him. That must mean only one thing. He found my wallet. But where? Who cares? I’m back baby. Back in the saddle.

Are you going to sit in there all day? His voice was much kinder and had a laugh to it. His face even held a smile. I was in shock, but I guess he now knows a lot about me. Everything except the fact I was running from my previous life. I didn’t even think my boss realized the two grand was missing from his petty cash. That man was awful at accounting. He had always had the theory that as long as that drawer had cash, he was good. That was why I had offered to do his accounting once I started my online accounting course. That opportunity, allowed me to gradually, stash some cash in a small nook between storage shelves in the back office.

I let him help me out of the back of the cruiser, and I turned around as he motioned so that he could take the cuffs off. I turned back around to him while rubbing my wrists from the cuffs and smiled. He handed me my bag, and I stated the obvious. You found my wallet?

He smiled back. It was tucked in your jean shorts alongside a personal item of yours.

Oh sweet jest. I had packed a small vibrator in my only pair of denim shorts I packed. It was my substitute for anything male in the last two years. I was the only one allowed to touch down there. His smile wasn’t fading; and the lump in my throat, was trying to get swallowed down.

When I had packed to steal and run away, I didn’t want it to look like just that. I made plans. I had an alibi for why I was gone over the weekend. I even made sure that my dance bag and original wallet I always used, would be found, washed up along the river by the club. No one would report me missing; and the spot where my bag would be found, is where the club owners consistently sat to smoke cigars and talk business. They wouldn’t dare report it as that would draw the wrong kind of attention to the club.

I was now a free woman to start my life over. I had an accounting certificate just recently mailed to me, and a plan to start over small and be responsible for me and only me.

By the way. His voice broke my eerie silent train of thought. I will let you ride up front to head back to the café. He put his hand out for me to shake. Matt Bourne.

I took his hand and shook it reintroducing myself. Samantha Clarity Moore, but my friends call me Samoa.

He laughed and smiled. Samoa. Interesting nickname. I don’t know if we are friends but I sure am glad to know we found your wallet. I ran a quick check on you, and you’re not a runaway. You’re not wanted. You’ve got plenty of cash, and you are definitely not under aged.

I had to laugh back. Nope, but you wouldn’t be the first to think that. I look a lot younger than I am, especially without makeup and my hair in a ponytail. I watched his eyes go to my blonde ponytail. It was long. With my hair down, it went passed my chest. I have beautiful long blonde hair that was my mother’s trademark to me. I kept it in tiptop condition for the dance club. It was what had all the men coming back for more, to touch it. That was about the only thing I didn’t mind them touching.

I watched his eyes scan my body quickly then look away. I could tell, now that he knew my age, he was actually attracted to me.

Well. Shall we get back to the café? Agnes was quite upset you left without paying. She told me such a nice girl with so much on her mind, I was sure she forgot. Let’s leave it that way. Ok?

I was relieved. I really did adore the old lady running the café. She had such spunk. Sounds good. I walked around the cruiser to the passenger side and sat up front. That had a much better feeling than sitting in the back seat of the cruiser.

As he started up the cop car, he turned to me and asked. So where are you headed?

I just couldn’t help myself. In general or in life? I had a smart-aleck personality that has come out a lot more lately. All my life I had been shy and submissive. Something broke deep inside me recently, and I was becoming a hard ass. That something broke was my integrity.

He laughed softly to my reply. I don’t think any of us knows where we are going in life. I meant in general.

I suppose you did. I smiled sweetly without really answering his question and looked out the window at the scenery. Summer was almost full upon us, and the mountain scenery was so serine. Picking this small town en route to the gambling casinos in the mountains was just luck of the draw. Depending on how you looked at it. I just figured all those old people were the safest bet for me to be on my next stop in my new journey.

What is your name, by the way? I looked back at him flirtatiously. It was a habit.

I watched his face grow serious and only look ahead. Officer Bourne. Matt Bourne. I told you that just a second ago. Are you ok? You look tired with those dark circles under your eyes and all that dirt on you. What you do to steal away on that bus? Hide out in the luggage compartment? You sure are small enough you could have. He laughed at his own humor.

Sure, I was small. Five feet one didn’t put me in the model category, and my single-digit frame and dancer muscularity made me appear even more slender. The only thing on my body that looked like a woman was the C cups from an old boyfriend who turned out to be a wanted foreigner. Now those girls made me look like a woman.

Out popped my sarcasm. Ha. Ha. You’re really funny. Go ahead. I’ve heard all the short jokes. The ones about me looking like a teen or and don’t forget the boobs. Those are good jokes too. It really wasn’t me. It was more my anger coming through. Anger at the world for being robbed of a mother at such a young age, anger at my stepfather Rex, for crossing the line of father figure to an abuser. Anger that my quick-fix job of an adult dancer to run away from Rex, kept me in that loop of horrors for more years than I wanted to count. It was my twenty-fourth birthday today, and this was the present to myself.

I wouldn’t joke about those. His eyes darted quickly to the girls and back to the road. I was sure I saw a sly smile that exposed a dimple when he wasn’t trying to smile. Yes indeed, he is all male.

I turned and stared out the window, thinking a man is the last thing I need right now. Perhaps my leaving the cafe without talking to the lady who owned it first wasn't such a bright idea after all. I wasn't one for handouts, nor did I think what I did back there was acceptable. I was starting to think my mind was in survival mode, because I had walked a long way away from the café in a daze. I had stopped near the visitor center along the river, to figure out my next step, yet, nothing seemed very clear at that moment. That was as far as I had gotten until Officer Matt Bourne showed up. Everything felt like it all went to hell from there.

Chapter Two

We pulled up in front of the café. I reached into my bag and stuck a hundred-dollar bill in my front pocket. My pink vibrator sat right there on top, next to the cash, and my new state ID. Which I guess just finding the vibrator next to the cash and my small wallet, with just my driver’s license and the few prepaid visa cards I had bought over the last few months, seemed rather mysterious to him. I left everything else, my cell phone and credit cards and old state photo ID in my old wallet to be carefully place on shore by the club. To be found.

I looked over at Mr. Officer Bourne, and he was staring ahead. He looked like he had a lot on his mind. I did next what comes natural. Can I buy you a cup of coffee and a piece of pie? I really wanted some of that pie earlier, but I just couldn’t bring myself to have the bill be more than it was. If you know what I mean. I smiled sweetly as he looked over at me. He had things going on in his head that seemed more trouble then I wanted to deal with. Yet, he was taking it easy on me.

Sure. Why not. He answered softly. Not as if he meant it. However, just as if he was trying to be nice.

We walked into the café together, side-by-side. His height and build loomed over me. His walk was slow but meaningful, and his uniform demanded authority. I felt safe next to him. I liked it. I had not felt safe much in the latter half of my life, since my mom died when I was thirteen. At the present moment, I felt protected, and for once I was going to allow myself that luxury.

He held the door open for me, and I walked in with a huge smile on my face. The place was empty at three o’clock. I was relieved. I didn’t want to embarrass myself. We walked over to the counter by the register and rang the bell.

I’ll be there in a minute A voice echoed out into the empty café. Agnes was a sweet older lady, probably in her sixties. Very quick for her age