Tales of Love & Lust
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Tales of Love & Lust An Anthology of Erotic Stories Copyright © 2007 Amorous Authors Editing by Ann Cory Cover art and design by Monica M. Martin Electronic Layout & Design by Brenda Williamson Proof Read by Rayne Forrest & Twyla Dawn McNight
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Tales of Lust & Love Twyla Dawn McNight Rayne Forrest Monica M. Martin Ann Cory Brenda Williamson
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Contents
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Desires of the Flesh, by Brenda Williamson
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Lady in Red, by Ann Cory
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The Dance of the Prey, by Twyla Dawn McNight
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Two Roads, by Rayne Forrest
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Cyber Lover, by Monica M. Martin
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Always, by Brenda Williamson
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Table Seven, by Ann Cory
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Starburst, by Twyla Dawn McNight
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These Dreams, by Rayne Forrest
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Blessed Gift, by Monica M. Martin
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Desires of the Flesh by
Brenda Williamson
Chandra licked her lips in anticipation. The heat of the day made her thirsty and the coolness of an icy drink sounded perfect. As she lounged by the pool at the posh resort, her waiter made her crave a different relief for her anxious thoughts. Upon her arrival that afternoon, she spotted Ryken in the parking lot. She had hoped he was a guest, but learning he was an employee gave her a greater thrill.
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Tales of Love & Lust He walked toward her carrying a tray with one glass balanced in the middle as he skirted the other guests. Her nipples tightened when his gaze swept over her scantly clad body. “Your drink, Ms. Thornton.” He bowed down, leveling the tray before her, locking his stare with hers. Chandra didn’t resist her urges. She slid a hand over his pant leg to the back of his thigh. The light squeeze told her all she needed to know about his muscle tone. “You’re new, aren’t you?” She stretched her fingers and rubbed them around to the front of his pant leg. “I don’t like lemon in my tea.” Her breath heaved her chest up and down. She liked the way he didn’t show notice to her fondling. In some ways, she felt it a bad thing. She didn’t like men cold and hardened against women. “Easily remedied, Madam.” He plucked the yellow wedge off the rim of the tall glass. She took the crystal-stemmed glass while at the same time sweeping her touch over the outline of his erection in his pant leg. “Are you hot?” she asked, rubbing him. He stood and she dropped her hand letting it drape the arm of the chaise lounge. “Why?” He gave her a sly grin. “Do you know of a way for me to cool down while I’m on duty?” Chandra swung her legs over the side of the chaise and stood. She sat the glass of untouched tea back on his tray. “Bring a special drink to my room,” she whispered, walking past him. “Yes, Ma’am.” She didn’t want to look back, but his quiet enthusiasm caught her by surprise. Either a man drooled with the prospect of a score or in rare circumstances, turned her down. Those were the weak men who were attached to women they feared. There was one other reason she needed another look. On close inspection when she stood, he appeared to be a bit older than she first guessed—closer to her own age. 6
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight Ryken followed her at a slower pace until a guest grabbed his sleeve and complained about the lack of umbrellas around the pool. An unattractive older woman, wider in the middle, kept Chandra walking, confident that Ryken wouldn’t disappoint her. She went directly to her room, removed the skimpy bikini, and slipped on her robe. The silk caressed her aching nipples, stimulating them into sensitive spires. A tap at the door sent her into a frenzy as if it were a first date. Something about him made the instant attraction a special seduction that she didn’t want to mess up. “Your drink, Madam.” He eyed her robe as if it were sheer. Ryken’s staunch waiter’s pose really turned her on. She grabbed the front of his jacket and jerked him into the room. He moved his hand quickly to save the drink from tipping off the tray he balanced. “Call me Chandra.” Her grip twisted in the cloth of his lapel. She looked over his face. Tanned skin, dimpled cheeks, and a shadow of stubble aged him from the twenty-something she believed all poolside waiters were. Tiny lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth attracted her to the possibility of his experience with women. She didn’t notice he’d set the tray on the table by the door until he had his hands firmly on her hips. He kicked back his foot and pushed the door shut. Once again, her breathing escalated. Her heart thumped harder and her pulse leapt from beneath her skin. “Now what?” She centered her gaze upon his mouth, anticipating it locked to hers. “You wanted a drink, remember?” “Uh-huh, I remember.” She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his beige linen trousers. His cock sprung from its entrapment, boldly erect and aggressive. She hadn’t tied the robe closed very well and his tug to the sash left the silk covering, slightly parted.
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Tales of Love & Lust “You’re hotter than I am.” She stepped between his feet and captured his arousal between them, squirming slightly, delighted his erection danced against her belly. “Maybe after you’ve had your drink, I’ll have a drink, too.” He teased. “Only if you promise to sip slowly.” “Let me have a taste of you.” He lowered his head and slanted his mouth over hers. His breath hungered to steal hers in the minutes he spent kissing her. Gasping with delight, she curled her tongue to his every lick behind her teeth. He nipped and pulled at her lips, sucking them into his mouth and teasing her with images of what he would do to her throbbing insides. She couldn’t stop the small, explosive orgasms. They started long before he touched her, and now, with his stiff cock wedge against her navel, her vaginal muscles contracted in glorious contemplation of feeling him inside her body. Chandra tugged Ryken’s jacket down his arms. He shook off the pressed linen garment and let it fall to the floor. She pushed his trousers over the curve of his ass and gripped his solid cheeks, drawing him up tight. “You taste good,” he said against her lips. “I can’t wait to get a full dose of you in my mouth.” She groaned at the thought. “You want to do this here or on the bed?” He kept kissing her between words. Her face felt hot against his wet slurps over her cheeks. “Bed,” she panted. He extended his arms and set her back. She waited for him to kick off his shoes and remove the trousers. His fingers raced down the front of his shirt, twisting the buttons, allowing her the first glimpse of his firm chest. She licked her lips and shuffled back. He followed. 8
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight His gorgeous long cock hung arched. The thick erection jutting from beneath the flaps of his shirt, swayed left to right. Then he shucked the last of his garments from his scrumptious torso. Goosebumps tickled her with a personal lusting. Ryken playfully tackled her to the bed and she giggled, feeling young and yet old at the same time. She had no one special in her life and it made her sad. “Regrets so soon?” He slipped her robe off her shoulder as he laid alongside her. “Hardly,” she forced a smile. “Is something wrong?” His fingers plucked at her breast, tugging her nipple with a mindless rhythm. She pushed up on her elbows. Her gaze traveled over his handsome face. “Not wrong. I just feel different.” His placid face wrinkled with a wide smile. Besides the twinkle in his blue eyes, his smile was certainly one of his best features. “You find that amusing?” She stroked a hand over his head, sifting his beautiful brown hair through her fingers. “I find it fascinating.” “Oh?” “When I saw you in the parking lot this morning, I knew I had to have you.” “I didn’t make it hard, did I?” “More than you know.” He kissed her and began to travel down the center of her body. “Tell me more.” “I gave up a tennis match.” His tongue swirled in her navel. “And I hate missing a match against my strongest opponent.” “I didn’t think employees were allowed playtime.” She laughed.
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Tales of Love & Lust His tongue parted her and she trembled when the heat of his exhale rushed into her open sex. “Ryken,” she moaned. “Yes?” He circled the sensitive area hidden in the delicate folds of skin. It made her jolt from the wiggle of his lick against her clit. “I was the one that was supposed have the first drink.” She writhed against his mouth working hard to keep her agitated. She understood his inability to speak. With the magic he worked on her soul, she didn’t wish him to stop just for conversation. His tongue curled into her and excitedly, she rode his probing stabs to one of the best orgasms she ever had. He slithered up over her, weighing her down, pressing her into the mattress, and compressing her breasts between them. “How long are you staying here?” His hands continued to roam with tender caresses. “A few days.” “I want you to stay longer.” “I can’t.” She looked away, ashamed, disheartened by the life she needed to face. “Why not?” “It’s complicated.” “Married?” “No, nothing like that.” She smiled and cupped a hand to his face. “Surprisingly, I find myself on the short side of finances.” “Is that all?” “It’s enough.” She thought of the day, months ago when she sat listening to the lawyer read her father’s will. “I’m broke.” Not in the sense that she would be homeless, but extravagances needed cut from her routine. The carefree life of a single woman ended abruptly and left her wondering if she shouldn’t have married one of the elite rich boys her father picked out for her. Thirty years old and she
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight managed to remain unattached. She couldn’t say she felt exactly bad, just lonely. “I’ll cover your expenses.” “You can’t afford that.” “Actually, I can.” “You’re sweet, but no. The last thing I will ever do is be kept by a man. I’ll get a job first.” “Do you want a job?” Ryken’s hips rubbed against her. His cock nestled between her legs. “I don’t know.” “I can get you a job here.” She would have laughed, but suddenly, she felt the head of his cock pressed to the entrance of her drenched sex. Without effort, he thrust into her and pumped. “Mmm, that feels good.” She dug her nails into his back. “Then stay, at least until we get to know one another in an intimate way.” “This isn’t intimate enough?” she groaned, at the faster plunges he made. “Real intimacy comes with knowing each other’s hopes and dreams. Every animal has sex, but people bond. Now say you’ll stay.” “I can’t, it would cost you too much.” She closed her eyes and hung onto him, feeling lightning quick sensations curling her toes. She rubbed a hand over the tense way his body hunched and froze. His groan heated her ear. Liquid warmth spilled within and filled her. They rocked in unison, and flexed against the strains of their orgasms. His kisses were rapid bursts of air against her neck until he relaxed and buried his face into her hair. “I’m not a waiter, Chandra.” He grunted hoarsely. “I own this place.” Tears overflowed and she laughed. She knew he was special. It became the reason she didn’t want him careless with his money, especially spending it on her. His confession gave her hope.
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Tales of Love & Lust “You called me Madam, yet you know I’m not married?” “Yes, I knew, but just as you came from money and were leery of men wanting you because of it, I had to be as wary of women wanting me for mine.” “I don’t.” “I know. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend it on you.” He stroked his fingers over her cheek. “You’re not mad because of the deception?” She shook her head and sprinkled kisses over his face. “You’ll stay and let me bear the cost?” She nodded. “That’s too easy, why the sudden change of mind?” “I figure you can afford to be frivolous and use me.” “Use you? And how is that different than your plan?” She shrugged. “Never mind, just pretend I’m an extended date.” “And if it doesn’t work out between us?” “I promise I’ll give you a job.” His mouth crushed hers. For the first time in her life, she felt optimistic of love. She considered it a big step in her life to want something more than a good time with any stranger. “So, you really will stay?” “Yes,” She hugged him. “Yes, Ryken, I would very much like to know you beyond the desires of the flesh.
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Lady in Red by
Ann Cory
“I’ll be dressed in red.” Those were the last words she’d said, with an infliction of naughty in her voice. My hands shook as I hung up the phone. So far my luck with blind dates had ventured on the miserable side. I’d convinced myself that this one, number six, would be the one that blew all the others out of the water. Instead of letting one of my so-called “good buddies” set me up, I opted for the dating ads in the newspaper. I never thought I’d find myself searching through millions of names boasting a paragraph of unknown, unchecked facts with a string of abbreviations, just to find a like-minded companion. If my friends knew the route I’d taken, they’d be busy collecting bets right now, with the odds against me. Still, I decided a risk was a risk. Either I put myself out there with a stranger someone picked for me, or I took a chance on a stranger as desperate as myself. I studied my appearance in the hallway mirror. Dark hair, hazel eyes, firm chin, and a few wrinkles around the eyes. My frame was proportioned to the rest of my body; though the sometimes-visible muscles had gone into hibernation for the winter. Casual was my middle name and it showed with my Levis and a forest green button up shirt. I
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Tales of Love & Lust ran my hand through my hair and grabbed the all-important wallet. With a deep breath, I walked out the door. Please let this woman be the one.
*** Standing in front of the Cineplex, I thought I’d freeze. The November winds had picked up along the Oregon coast, and promised a downpour of rain in the weeks to come. As much as I loved storms, I preferred to ride them out in the comfort of my home. To keep warm, I replayed her last words in my mind, over and over. I once thought you could tell a lot about a person from their voice, until I started the whole blind date thing. Both the voice and looks could be deceiving. Still, there was a sense of sweetness behind her words, a sultry mix of sugar and spice. The longer I stood under the billboard, the more nervous I felt. My insecurities took over. Did I look desperate? Was it obvious I hadn’t the faintest idea what my date looked like? What if this woman on the other end of the phone played games with men, agreeing to meet them somewhere and then not bother to show? Sweat beaded along my forehead. It was all a prank and I’d been duped. She was probably sitting in one of the cars with her girlfriends, pointing and laughing. No, this was the anxiety talking. I needed to get a grip and keep my cool. The sound of a car door being closed brought me out of my selfinflicted torture. I looked up in time to lock eyes with a raven-haired beauty stepping away from a black Trans Am. As she walked up, I gave her a quick once-over and looked back into her emerald green eyes. She was about my height, and wore a mid-length coat that she slid off to reveal a form-fitting red dress. Milky white breasts shook with each stride in her heels. The rush of cold on her exposed skin brought her nipples to full attention, and just about knocked the wind right out of me.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight Was this my date? She seemed elegant, sophisticated, and unlike any other woman I’d met so far. If this red vixen was the one I’d spoken with, than I was sorry I’d chosen to see a movie. “Hey good looking,” she greeted with an air of confidence. I always found self-assurance in a woman an attractive trait. “Hi yourself,” I replied, trying to untie my tongue. She walked up close, brushing her fully peaked nipples against my chest and delivered an unexpected kiss. The warmth of her breath sent shivers up my back. Soft, firm, moist lips pressed against mine and I realized how comfortable I was all of a sudden. My lips parted and her tongue did a languid sweep. When she stepped back I no longer felt the chill. We stood silent for a moment, studying each other with genuine curiosity. “I should probably introduce myself,” I started, my voice sounding foreign. “I’m Evan.” For whatever reason, a scene in a movie, or out of impulse, I bowed with dramatic flair. If she didn’t appreciate a sense of humor than I was in trouble. She raised her polished fingers to her lips and giggled. “Nice to meet you Evan, you can call me Sophie. You don’t know how glad I am to meet you. This is my first date with someone from the ad, so I was a bit worried that you weren’t going to show.” Any last minute concern that still lingered inside vanished in that moment. Now I just felt stupid. Here I had a beautiful woman beside me, who I would like more than anything to get to know, and our date consisted of a darkened room filled with people, and little chance to talk. Sophie slipped her hand in mine and we walked up to the counter for our tickets. We passed by the concession stand with its smell of burnt popcorn and licorice. “Did you want anything?” I asked. The last thing I wanted her to think was her date was a cheapskate.
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Tales of Love & Lust “No, I’m fine.” Her smile was genuine. Inside the theater, we found a couple seats by the back wall. The lights were already out and a preview of an upcoming thriller was playing. While my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed there weren’t very many people sitting around us. The red curtains closed and then reopened as the movie started. I imagined the red curtains were her dress, concealing something breathtaking and eye-catching underneath. I’d happily part the velvet curtains and explore. She took hold of my hand and placed it on her thigh. Smooth as silk. With little resistance from me, she guided my hand up under her dress. Whatever soundtrack had been playing suddenly disappeared, replaced by the pounding of my heart. I guessed she wasn’t too interested in watching the movie. Can’t say I was either. “I shaved,” she whispered in my ear. “I noticed.” When she giggled, I realized she had meant something else, and my whole face radiated heat. A brief patch of light filtered in as the usher opened the door to make his rounds. I’d become so focused on the seductive creature on my left; I’d almost forgotten we were in a public place. I watched the guy walk down one side of the theater and back up the other side. As soon as the darkness returned, she placed her hand firmly on the bulge of my jeans. I could feel my erection strain against the denim, begging to be unsheathed. With skilled precision, she undid my buttons, and crept her fingers between the folds of my underwear. “Do you mind?” she asked. I wanted to say that she must have been reading my mind, but opted for a shake of my head. Her fingers ventured inside and wrapped around my shaft. I followed suit and edged my hand up her leg until I touched lace. I felt my erection throb as her hand stroked up and down along my cock, from the base to the tip. Heat shot from my toes all the way to my head in a single blaze. The movie screen became a blur of colors and
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight images spiraling together in a chaotic frenzy. She was driving me crazy and I was a willing participant. I walked my fingers beneath the provocative lace and teased her damp folds. It was apparent by how wet she was that I was doing something right. Before I had a chance to explore further, she moved my hand away. I felt like a jerk. She must have decided I went too far or changed her mind. I turned to apologize. A smile crept along my face as I watched her remove her panties. When she noticed me staring, she placed her panties around my neck, laughing. I smelled her perfumed sex and it heightened my already extreme state of arousal. She leaned over, her lips brushing against my cheek, and guided my hand to her hairless mound. “I told you I shaved. Now, how about you continue where you left off?” My fingers delved between her soft folds and found their way to her clit. She leaned her had back against the seat, her lips open as subtle moans and sighs escaped her throat. Sophie nestled her body closer, and I pulled the armrest up so nothing was between us. “Yes, faster, rub me faster please,” she whispered breathlessly. I willingly obliged. Her pants, moans, and the steady stream of pleading to rub, faster, harder, faster, please, drowned any and all sounds out. I knew she was close when she tensed up, her inner thighs trapping my hand in, followed by pure silence. Warmth spread across my fingers. Her legs shook, bumping against mine. A sudden streak of light distracted me and I realized it was the usher making his rounds again. The kid was quickly irritating me with his constant interruption of my fantasy come to life. I glared as he took his time coming up our row, taking his job way too seriously as far as I was concerned. I put my hand back in my lap and didn’t dare look at her. My heart was pounding right out of my chest. When the light dimmed again I was vaguely aware of a police chase on the screen. Her lips tickled at my ear as she nibbled and sighed. “That was some orgasm sugar. Now it’s my turn to reciprocate.”
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Tales of Love & Lust She slid off her seat and kneeled down in front of me. When she looked up, our eyes connected, and time stopped for a moment. Her smile was infectious. She turned her attention to my Levis and slowly pulled them down around my ankles. The texture of the seat felt strange against my skin, but was quickly replaced by the jolt of pleasure as her warm mouth enveloped my cock. While she suckled my shaft, her fingertips graced my thighs. I reached out and caressed her satiny hair, picturing myself lost among the raven tresses. It was exciting to watch her, all tongue, lips, mouth, and hands, engulfing my sex into a tunnel that promised pleasure and satisfaction. I wanted her something fierce, to feel her tight sex wrapped around mine, thrusting deep within her, plunging inside her never ending folds of drenched mystery. Her lips worked their magic, sucking at my cock harder, milking me dry. I was impressed at how far she took me in. Sweat pooled around my neck, soaking the collar of my shirt. She looked up at me with her long eyelashes batting and an impish smile behind her cat-like eyes. In one swift motion she stood, pulled her dress up, and turned around, sitting on my lap. She brought the other armrest down and gripped both sides. I easily slid inside her slick entry and it was even better than I’d imagined. Warmth enwrapped every inch of my shaft, stroking at it with saturated lips and taut muscles. I gripped her hips and guided her up and down, scarcely letting her bare cheeks rest on my thighs. “Rub yourself,” I whispered. She slipped one hand down and massaged her clit. At the same time, her inner muscles contracted around my shaft tightly, riding me fast and furious. If anyone was watching, I didn’t care. The only things that mattered were getting her off a second time, and restraining myself before I exploded. She begged me to thrust harder, deeper. “Take me all the way,” she panted. My hands found their way to the top of her dress, and pulled it down, exposing her ample breasts. They were round and full, spilling 18
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*** When the credits rolled, she wadded her panties up and put them in her coat pocket. I quickly pulled up my jeans and tried to look a little less disheveled. Once the lights came on, I noticed several people glance our way before heading out the exit. “I think we had an audience,” I told her. We laughed like two teenagers caught in the act. After everyone left, I helped her on with her coat, and escorted her to the black Trans Am. We kissed for what seemed like hours, and I could feel myself getting excited all over again. “May I call you?” I asked.
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Night Stalker :
The Dance of the Prey by
Twyla Dawn McNight
Chapter One At dusk, Damius startled awoke. His keen Nightwalker nose alerted him a woman was in his house. He would not have to go far to feed tonight, and, her scent gave off the need for sexual pleasure. He licked his lips, dashed to the stairs, and inhaled frequently, enjoying her intoxicating aroma. It's sweet, floral scent called out to him. He knew he had smelled it before, but from whom and where, he did not know, yet.
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Tales of Love & Lust His senses told him that her scent was to lure and tease him. It induced a compelling urgency. He had to get to her. Yet, he took his time. He inhaled deeply and allowed her fragrance to fill every pore. It seemed to all ready own him. He shook his head to ward off the sensation. His arousal ached to be freed from his snug jeans, and he adjusted his cock, but it didn't help. Thoughts of plunging into her wetness surged through him. Had he ever been this hard before? Again he inhaled, the craving intensity tripled. His Nightwalker's instinct smacked him to be on guard, that this was a death trap. Feeling the challenge kicked his libido into a higher gear. He'd promise himself he'd never use his powers to attract a woman. But right now, he yearned for her so much, he wondered if he'd forgo his vow? And would he only allow himself to bite her once? He knew the danger in that, recalling his one horrible experience taking himself a bride. After her, no, he would never take a bride. Nonetheless, without seeing this woman, his mind yelled, mine. She was meant for him, she could be his bride, and live with him throughout eternity. No! Never! He mentally shouted at himself. Damius set his thoughts elsewhere. Using his willpower, he made his way up the staircases from his lair in the well-structured Victorian house. For over a hundred years he'd dwelled here. Sweet Lady Bella had left it to him when she died. For decades, he had kept the house and gardens in tip-top shape with many employees and lived a normal life. But as time passed, talk among his servants, about his youth remaining while they grew old, sent rumors throughout the countryside that he was a vampire. Nightly, he fought off many attempts where those who were close to him tried to take his life. He had no choice, but to destroy everyone who believed he was a Nightwalker to insure his darkest secret. Since then, he lived alone. His feeding practice was simple. He bit willing victims once, leaving residue of total pleasure, and not to recall much about him. There were a few women who desired to die in exotic pleasure that only a vampire
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight could give by sucking slowly, taking every drop of blood to grant them their wish. Those he abhorred, he kill with a vengeance. Those were the bloodthirsty criminals who sought out innocent women and children, then tortured them to death. So, as he sucked the criminals dry, he caused them to hallucinate by being killed in the same manner they loved to kill their victims. At the top of the stairs behind a shelf of books in his massive library, he mystified and slithered under the hidden door like smoke. He returned to his form and allowed his superb psychic tentacles to search his home. In moments, he stood on the inside of the closed double doors in his living room. The fire warmed the room as it gave off its glow. With a sweep of his gaze, he realized she planned to stay awhile. Already she had neatly arranged the room into living quarters. She was here for a purpose. Soon he would know it. She had sought him out of millions of vampires. Why? How she found or knew where he dwelled, he didn't know, yet. The garlic cloves hung on the sides of doors, the windows, and on both sides of the fireplace, none of which affected him. Many old folk tales were just that, tales in what would protect humans from vampires. Nothing protected them if the vampire had perfected their powers and chose to use them. The many crosses that were displaced on every wall had a small measure of power against him, meaning she had faith. In which case, the holy water he could smell would burn him, but he would heal fast. Where she had it hidden, he couldn't perceive. His gaze narrowed upon her. My, my, she was all woman, well fit with tempting curves. With the compliments of the fire, he could see she wore no panties or bra through the silhouette of her over sized, white t-shirt. It hit at her mid thighs. What nice long, muscle, toned legs, she had. The better to grip her hips as he rammed into her, over and over.
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Tales of Love & Lust His cock throbbed to the pulsing beat of her heart. Within seconds, his breathing coincided with hers. Her long golden hair swayed to her graceful movements. As she bent over and picked up a log, he smiled having a view of her lovely bare ass. His male libido shot into overdrive. Instantly, he stood behind her. His jeans tightened more. His arousal pulsated painfully. She hummed, then sang, "Bad boys, bad boys, what you going to do... what you going do when I come for you." He smiled, he knew what he was going to do. She tossed another log onto the fire. He could smell the heady essence of her pussy. His nostrils flared. Unconsciously his fingers started to undo his pants. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his worst enemy. He narrowed his gaze on the stack of sharp stakes. Was she a slayer? Did she seek him out to kill him? Fully alerted he heightened all his mastered senses. Her hand reached towards the wood. She hesitated and swirled into action. If Damius hadn't have moved by instinct towards the window, she would have driven a stake into his heart. Now his eyes were upon her as his enemy, yet it still didn't taper his libido. Frowning, he recalled the many stories during his travel to beware of the true powerful vampire slayers. These people were born to slay. It was told they had the powers of a vampire. Before, he hadn't believed the tales. Did he now? She had moved just as fast has he, in a blur, faster than a streak of lightening. She had powers, no doubt about that. How much and which ones teased at him? His keen warning system heightened all of his senses as he glared into her deep green eyes, probing her mind. She licked her lips, and that fast, he trembled in need. He gasped. Her sweet nectar fragrance induced a dizzy spell. At the speed of light he zipped around the room to ward off any attack. She was fast. He barely kept out of her reach. He drew in a deep breath. This time, he recognized her scent. It was a tad different. Yet, it 24
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight held the base essence of his only true love, Joan of Spain; and it had been over five hundred years. Anger charged through him as hateful past memories flashed in of them making passionate love, and how she had betrayed him. He didn't forget, nor did he forgive. The castle guards had caught him sneaking out of Joan's quarters in the dawn hours. Things happened fast, but in her hysteria she claimed he had raped her. He barely survived their beating. Then the guards tossed him into a dungeon to die like many others without food and water. The stench of death and decay filled the damp cellar cells. Mourning, weeping, and begging echoed in the darkness whenever the guards' footsteps were heard. In rage, Damius' temper flared. Outside, the sky lit up as lightening struck and thunder roared, shaking the house. "You don't scare me." She notched her chin up. Had she challenged him? Oh, she shouldn't have. "You should be." Like a graceful cat he slinked around her, taking her all in. His gaze lingered up and down. Nice. Her body signaled that she was attracted to him. He arched his brow and grinned. Her nipples hardened under her white t-shirt. She tugged it away from her breasts. Damius was pleased that he hadn't used his powers to arouse her. He smiled. "Awe, you desire me." Starla shook her head. The chills had warned her that a vampire was nearby. Her perky nipples were caused by that chill, nothing else. Starla couldn't keep her eyes off him. Never in her life had she seen such beauty in a male. Muscular build, height about six feet, long dark hair toying at his shoulders as he moved, baby blue eyes beckoning her to drown in them, and full lips that teased her with just a slight movement here and there. He was perfect. He's the enemy, she reminded herself. She matched the dark, mysterious, way too handsome vampire's movements as they sidestepped in a circle. She called this, the dance of the prey. Who was the hunter and who was the prey?
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Tales of Love & Lust She eased her breath in and out, noticing he coincided with her every move as if they were lovers. The thought startled her. She had never desired a vampire before. But now, she realized she did. Every intake of breath, his heady male mixture of spice, cinnamon, and oh everything nice; heat waves, desire, yearning, a deep craving, like a tornado ripped through her. The sexual lust for him rattled her, making it hard to concentrate. Confusion hammered at her. His sky blue gaze made her feel like a woman, feminine, beautiful, and cherished. She shook her head to lose the lustful sensation. He didn't hold a trace of death like other vampires, but vitality, full of life, and yes, all males who could take a woman to that safe haven that women dreamed about. To break his induction, she breathed through her mouth. Still, her womb quivered with yearning so strong, beckoning her to make love with him. What trickery was he using? "Why are you here?" She chuckled, "Now if I told you that, it wouldn't come as a surprise." "Nothing surprises me, My Beauty." Her eyes widened. Her mentor had called her that. It's just a coincidence, she told herself. This handsome male; vampire, she yelled mentally; he wasn't the average Joe Bloodsucker. This gave her a fright. "My Beauty, your fragrance entices me. Is it your natural scent or one made to draw the likes of me to you?" His question startled her. Hadn't she been drawn here by his scent? Oh crap! One of the many books her teacher had her read was one of vampire's prophecies or tales. Something about the scent of lure, of passion; a male and female from opposite sides became lovers. She would bare his.... Was it a son or a daughter? Their offspring would rein the powers of both worlds, making peace. Peace my ass. She didn't believe it then, and she didn't believe it now. And why in tarnation had she recalled bits of that stupid tale? He stilled. She did also. The scumbag. He'd put her at a disadvantage. He stood closest to her supply kit of killing tools. She'd been so caught up, so 26
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight aroused, she wasn't thinking. She'd let him be the leader of the dance of the prey, and now she was his victim. The holy water. It was hidden behind her on the windowsill. She eased back until her hand cupped the vase. All the while, she forced herself not to look at her kit in the dark shadows by the make shift bed. One by one, the wooden stakes, she'd prepared, lifted out of the pile of firewood and with the use of his powers, he neatly flung them into the burning fire without taking his heated, desire filled gaze off her. He chuckled and side glanced at her killing tools. Well crap. Now what are you going to do? The only thing that came to mind, very vividly, was to screw him, hard and fast, and then slow and passionately. His dark brow arched as a dimpled smile lit up his face. Well dammit. Was he one of the few vampires who could read minds? Was he that powerful? Was he that old? Was he one of the few ancient ones who had all kinds of power? Maybe that was why she traveled from New York to the coast of Washington State, his power and scent leading her here to find him. Was it to kill him? Of course, why question it. She emptied her mind as she inhaled deeply and exhaled. His brow arched. In a sexy deep tone, that seemed to cast a spell upon her, he said, "You fascinate me, My Beauty." The way his gaze smoothed over her, it felt like a velvet caress of his fingertips. Chills skittered in their wake. Having the vase lid off, she tossed the holy water at him. Thunder rolled. Lightening flashed. A cloud of smoke swirled in a small tornado where he once stood. Starla dove to the floor, rolled, and in moments had fighting tools in her hands. She was ready to kill. Where was he? Her eyes scanned the room even the ceiling. But, he didn't reappear. Knowing he was gone, Starla sensed it was time to kill. She clipped the thick leather collar into place and from shoulder to her feet, she dressed into her leather armor fighting gear. At last, she slipped into her long leather coat that was stocked with her choice of weapons. She
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Chapter Two While hovering in a mist outside the window, Damius watched her dress. He was fogging up the window breathing so hard, enjoying her sexy movements of slipping her panties on, her bra, her socks. What the hell? She's preparing herself for battle. It would be impossible for her to be slashed to pieces or bitten with such thick leather armor on. He had never seen the likes of such weapons all in one place to use against a vampire. From a safe distance, he followed her to The Crypt. He had only been there twice and that was too many times. He hovered against the high ceiling. Not the best place to be, but no place in this rat hole was. It reeked with death. Damius wouldn't stay long, he didn't want it to permeate inside him. With his mastered powers, the intensity of vivid perception of everything that took place here, made him sick. Did this slayer see him as being one of them? That sickened him more, knowing she did. He'd never get the chance to douse the fire inside him that she had ignited. Hovering, he watched her swing into murderous action. The vampires didn't know what hit them. In less than two minutes every vampire who hadn't fled, no longer existed. Her powers were strong, well developed, and everything about her told him to stay as far away from her as he could. He took flight to drink his sorrows away with those women who craved for him to give them exotic pleasure sexually. Already, Damius knew it would be his houseguest who he'd be fantasizing about while he was feeding off of his willing victims.
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Tales of Love & Lust she chuckled, knowing a vampire only woke at dusk and she had twenty minutes. Two slow, exhausting weeks had dragged by, and she had not seen her dark handsome vampire. She was having a hard time sensing him, which told her, he was powerful, and would be tricky to kill. She wondered if he had moved on? Not likely, since she smelled... "Good evening, My Beauty. Did you sleep well?" Starla already had rolled and sprung to her feet for action. Her glare narrowed in on him standing by the fireplace, leaning against the wall, causally relaxed as if he had no care in the world. His handsome features caused a flash of vivid sexual fantasies. He licked his full lips. She craved to taste, tease, and thoroughly kiss them. Her womb quivered. Moisture pooled in her folds. Her flesh heated recalling the many erotic dreams she had the past two weeks about them making passionate love. He was her fantasy lover. She narrowed her glare. Had he used his powers to induce her into her the sexual dreams? "You trust no one, My Beauty?" With the click of his fingers, fire lit and danced in the fireplace. "Let me remove the evening's chill in the room." With precise hesitation, his gaze lingered at her breasts, pelvis, back up, then locked his gaze with such a heated desire, deep hunger to have him pulsate through her. It mimicked the licking flames that fed on the logs. The desire was too strong to fight. "Since, your naked body is arousing me." Trembling, Starla cupped her hands over her breasts. Her warm palms did not remove the sensation of his mouth and tongue lavishing them. Flashes of her dream and why she didn't want to wake up. The passion he ministered of him suckling, nipping, and teasing her hardened nibs while their bodies danced to a sensual inner beat that she never experienced before had her captivated. She frowned. His all-knowing smile irritated her. She scurried to her bed, covering her nakedness, feeling for her t-shirt. Had she removed it in her sleep while she was dreaming? Maybe it hadn't been a dream? The 30
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight thought frightened, yet beckoned her body with yearning as it pooled in her moist womb. It contracted to their sensual beat they had shared during her fantasy. He eased from the wall towards her. Fighting, nor killing, was not what she had on mind. His smoldering gaze caused her hips to dance in an intimate frenzy. "Stop it!" She yelled. He stilled, but her craving increased. "Stop using your powers on me. I did not invite you in my domain, or in my bed." She'd expected his form to be sucked out of this room, but he still stood within an arm length of her. He chuckled. "My Beauty, you have invited me. Every day since you arrived." She frowned. "Ah, when you ask?" He eased into a sitting position right across from her. Didn't he know she could kill him in less than a heartbeat with the stake that lay right behind her, hiding under her pillow? "In your dreams, you call me. I have hardly slept to dusk since you've been here. Between noon and three, I'm beckoned by you, and it's such a strong connection, I come to you. I sit in that chair." He pointed to a cushioned recliner. “Do you know how hard it is for me not to join you when you're fantasizing that I'm making passionate love to you? You have not hid this intimate request from me." "You must leave, now." Starla feared this man, vampire, she screamed at herself. She was consumed by him. Every waking hour she thought about him, and apparently she did so in her sleep too. "I know what you are." "And, I know also what you are." Her brows shot up. He chuckled. "How?" "Stop reading my mind. I told you, you are not welcome." She squirmed. How was it that he did not abide by the rules? He had to leave. She did not invite him. "My Beauty." He reached out to caress her check. She slapped it away.
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Tales of Love & Lust "Your mind is linking with me. You are giving me rightful entrance. Your body desires for me to stay, and to claim you as mine. I cannot leave until you mean it." "I mean it!" she shouted. He vanished. She gasped glancing here, there, everywhere, but he was gone. She groaned in disappointment, yet forced her mind to keep him away. She clutched the covers to her, trying to ward off the needy ache in her womb. Starla closed her eyes and like a dream state, she could still feel his hands caressing her and her body hummed, she was so alive. It seemed his hands touched her everywhere, all at the same time. "This is ridiculous." She flopped down onto her pillow. She smiled, feeling him.... She gasped and struggled, his real weight was upon her. His arousal bulge snuggled within her heated crotch. He nudged her and moaned. "My Beauty, why do you torture us like this?'' Already it was like her fantasies and it felt so good that she grasped his nape pulling his head toward hers. His lips sought hers. His tongue teased the seam of her mouth. She hungered and opened to him. As his tongue entered, the mating dance began. Their hips coincided with the action of their tongues. Starla suckled, not getting enough of his sweet taste that was so heady, swirling her into heavenly visions of starburst delights just as her body experienced the same thing. Her fingers twined in his haven of black hair. Both of them moaned, groaned, undulated. They fit perfectly together. Her legs wrapped around his, holding him tighter to her. Their tongues teased, warred, and sucked, wildly. They couldn't get enough of each other. His hands skimmed her curves, her hips, her waist, her midriff with just the right presser. His thumbs snuggled under her breasts, then smoothed up and toyed with her nubs. His lips skimmed along her check to her ear, to her neck, he whispered in a language unknown to her, yet she understood, he was 32
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Tales of Love & Lust just a short period of time when he first became a vampire that had confused him, but now. "Get with it." He demanded, again trying to shake her from his mind. Was she his bride? The one his teacher had often spoken about that every vampire had? That the passion would be stronger than his or her will? That the attraction was as natural as the necessity of feeding, and the more he and she fought it the worse it would get? No, Damius would not believe in such tales. He did not want a mate, especially one who was a slayer. He laughed in the irony. He would not take her as his Bride. Never. Never. Never. He enjoyed his solitude and freedom. Women were good for quenching his lustful appetite and nothing more. He'd been careful not to turn any into vampires. He had no choice in becoming what he did. No human would choose a life as a vampire, being in their rightful mind. He strolled into the busy nightclub. Within seconds ten women beckoned him. Their lustful desire streamed to him in a ray of blue light that swirled around them, and then it shot towards him. As he stood there, one by one, more women noticed him, their lustful light flared to life. He'd have many tonight. It was a must. His houseguest had held him captive to her for too many days; he needed an abundance of blood. The way she ruled over him, she might hold him prisoner to her again. If she did, he would have no choice but to feed upon her, needing her blood to sustain him. Recalling the feeling of her lips upon his neck, it hit him. He knew the truth about her. It staggered him. She didn't know. Would he tell her? He found himself outside the nightclub. He shook himself, knowing how dangerous it was not to be on guard at all times. Especially with a slayer in town. She could have killed him just now. Her desire for him may be there, but her duty as a slayer would always come first. Be on guard, dammit, he yelled at himself. 34
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Chapter Three It was a clear beautiful night. The sky's dome of stars gave him a moment of peace and he emptied his mind. His radar alerted him that one of the women from the nightclub had come out. Three more were on their way in search of him also. He strolled toward the park across the street. They would follow him in a timely fashion for him to feed and to fill his lustful appetite with each one. He smiled as the craving sky rocketed. His lust would rule him until he was sated. Although in the background of his mind, it would be his houseguest, who would be on the tip of consciousness. She already owned him. Anger spiraled through him. How could this happen? Then again, he already owned her as well. He smiled, but it turned into a frown. It did not matter, she would try to kill him. Knowing this, still did not take his hunger away to have her complete. "Hey there, good looking." Damius turned, smiled, and the blonde snuggled right into him as if she had known him forever. He took her mouth in a hurry and soon his houseguest was no longer tormenting him. The blonde moaned and rubbed her luscious body against him. His need flamed out of control. He picked her up and took her out of the gaze of the other women who were already seeking him out to have their turn for pleasure. Behind the covering of a brush, the blonde woman now laid under him fully open to him. He only used his power to open his pants and to remove her panties under the short black skirt. "Oh mercy, I've never felt this turned on before. Fast, get inside me." His thick cock dove into her hot pussy, ramming her hard. That was how she wanted it. Her thrusting demanded it to be harder. She wanted it violently. And he gave it to her, the way she mentally commanded. Her pussy convulsed around his cock. She was coming "Yes," she groaned in delight.
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Tales of Love & Lust His fangs bit into her neck. He drank and drank. It heightened her pleasure. He didn't want to stop, but drain the sweet nectar completely from her body. Instead, he reared his head back. Seeing she was still in her haven state, he transported them to her small apartment, onto her bed, and cast a slumber spell, so when she awakened, she'd believe it was a dream. From his fast healing body powers, his saliva would heal the fang marks, only leaving two small very unnoticeable scars. In a flash, he stood near his second victim in the park. She startled, then pulled him into her, her tongue wildly lavishing his neck. She wanted it slow. Dammit! "I'm in a hurry, fast or nothing at all." She pouted. He arched his brow. "Okay, I'll take it fast." She took his mouth and whimper. "You taste so sweet, like peaches." "Yes." His hand slipped into the front of her jeans. She unbuttoned her jeans in a hurry, giving him full access to her wet pussy. He finger fucked her. She squirmed and moaned, and busied herself to free his aroused cock out of his pants. But she gasped as her pussy sucked on his two thrusting fingers, moaning, groaning to do it harder, faster. Hot juices gusted into his palm. And at the same time, his fangs pierced her neck vein; she quivered in his tight grip. She was so sweet. Her blood gave him more than the one before. This one was purer, and the erotic lustfulness shot him higher, faster, into a deeper satisfaction. He revved, feeling almost revived. His alerted sense told him the third woman was close. The one in his arms, he cast a deep sleeping and healing spell upon her, and laid her down. Automatically his powers straightened their clothing. He gazed down at her, and thanked her for her pure blood that was not tainted with so many men. He'd zip her to her home once he had his fill of his next willing victims. He took five extended steps, was barely around the bush, and the next beauty, a redhead, smiled up at him. "I was hoping you'd be here." Her body swayed towards him. Her hands roamed his chest. She pinched his nipples. 36
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight "You want some action?" he asked. He smiled down at her, rubbing her bare arms. Her clothing spoke to him. She was a loose woman. A sadist? She enjoyed pain, a lot of pain, she craved pain. "Oh yes. And I think you know how to give it to me." He twirled his finger around a strand of hair, tugged it hard, pulling her to him. She licked her lips. "You want rough?'' She nodded as her eyes sparkled with delight. She bit his chin. It almost drew blood. She was one who would enjoy being a vampire. She would be cruel, she'd be evil. "How about, playing Little Red Riding Hood and I'll be the big bad wolf?" He showed her his teeth, growled like a dog. "Damn good. But first, give me a taste." She nipped at his lips. He bit hers, knowing she wanted him to draw blood. The taste of her blood excited her, although it had a bitter taste caused from being a sex driven nympho. Her tongue licked her bottom lip as her gaze teased him for more. "Run, Little Red, run." She squealed, smiling, and dashed into the woods. He hated to play these senseless games. Nonetheless, he stayed within arm's length of her, letting her enjoy the game. Every so often he'd snatch her arm, teasing her. In delight she'd giggle. Soon, the game would be over, he'd feed and fill his lust. She tripped and rolled over as he played the hungry wolf, stocking her. He freed himself and she liked what she saw. His cock pulsed. Her mouth drooled. He fell to his knees. Bared his teeth, and growled like the animal he really was. She loved it. She scrambled onto her hands and knees and crawled away from him, wiggling her ass in his face. He grabbed her hips, mounted her like a dog, and gave her a good feel rubbing his hard cock against her clothed butt. She wiggled back into him. His fingers worked her jean button open as he dry humped her. He tugged at her jeans and her zipper raced down. She scrambled to get away to bare her ass to him. He yanked her
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Tales of Love & Lust back to him, and as hard as he could, he rammed into her wet pussy, hitting bottom way too soon. His length was too big for her lengthwise. "Awe, dammit it's good, more, more, do me good." "You like my large cock." He rammed and tugged her harder against his pelvis. The feel of his head, punching her insides, the Nightwalker geared to be freed. He growled as her desires called the cruelty of his curse to be all that it could be. His fangs readied themselves to feed. Over and over, he rammed into her, knowing the pain he caused was what she wanted, and she wanted more, and more of it. He saw the visual she longed for. She squirmed and panted, mentally yelling, yes, yes, harder, give me more, as her verbal words giggled out, "No, no. You, big bad Wolf." She twisted and turned to get her pussy to open more, as it sucked at his cock. "Harder! You want it harder!" He moistened his fingers with her juices, then twisted and turned two fingers into her ass. "Yes!" He pulled out of her and shoveled his cock into her ass. "Harder. Don't forget about my pussy. You know what I want, yes? Do it, do it, dammit, do it!" She squealed like a pig in pain as well as in enjoyment. He smelled blood, her blood from their rough sexual pleasure. He hissed as his fangs bared themselves. "More," she begged. He wrapped his arm around her, clutched onto her hip to keep her tight and in place. Again and again, he forced his too big of a cock into her ass. Now, he too was striving on her pain. "I'm cumming." "You don't want to, not yet." He pulled out of her and she moaned in disappointment. "You want it harder, and something bigger inside you, yes?" 38
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight "Yes! Hurt me, give me what I like." He changed hands, gripping her opposite hip. "You sure?'' "Yes, oh yes." He wiggled his cock head into her tight butt hole again as he forced his full fist into her womb. She panted, and pushed back on him. "You want it all?" "Yes." She pushed hard back upon him taking more of his fist, wrist, his forearm, the same time as his dick forced his full length into her ass. He pulled almost all the way out of her in both places. She moaned in disappointment "When I say three, push back babe. One." She wiggled in excitement, and sucked at his fist and dick. "Two." She pushed against him taking more of him in. "Three." He rammed her harder, she pushed, screamed and forced both his dick and arm all the way up to his elbow. He felt her contractions as he fucked her hard, pounding into her, hitting bottom over and over, smelling more blood. She squirmed and squealed in a high pitch, cumming hard, thinking she could die in this heavenly rapture. Somewhat incoherent in his sadist daze, he cupped her chin and forced her to arch back as he still pounded into her. His fangs sank deep into her neck. Her pussy in a frenzy, sucked on him. He felt the animal in him surface as he came in both lust and feeding, gulping in her pulsing blood. All the while, her cunt begged for more, harder and faster. His power strived on her enjoyable this harsh pain. He roared and sucked harder feasting on her blood. Pure heaven, never so good before, yes, to die in such delight, her mind screamed at him as her mouth demanded, "Harder!" In erotic delirium, he sucked and fucked her as she demanded. Until, she took her last pleasurable breath. Limp in his grasp, he felt no remorse. She had been in control. He picked her lifeless body up and in a flash he stood, waist deep, naked in the strong churning water at the nearby stream. It bathed him, rinsing off her stench. He laid her to float, and the stream carried her towards the waterfalls. He watched it claim her.
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Tales of Love & Lust In an instant, he was back in the park already changed into dry clothes. Damius picked up the sleeping beauty prior to his last, and with delicate care took her home, laying her comfortably in her bed, and tucked her in. He disappeared and was back at the park as the fourth beauty, a brunette, rounded the bush and startled seeing him. He smiled at her. "My, you gave me a fright, especially since I heard." She pointed to where he and the blonde had once been. "I heard it too. Are you brave enough to venture into the darkness of the park?" She chuckled. "Of course, with you being with me. You'd protect me if...." He laughed at her stupidly. Her momma taught her well, not to trust strangers, and here she was, all hot, giving off her wet pussy smell. She liked bondage. Her dog collar had spikes on it. It would have to go for him to suck her blood. Her belt was a mixture of chains and leather. She liked the man to be in bondage where she felt in control also. She liked to suck dick. He back stepped at a fast pace. She eagerly followed. As he came to a halt, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard throbbing cock. She licked her lips and fell to her knees. "You like it rough?" He didn't, but she did. "I can take whatever you dish out." She smiled and with her index finger, she toyed with his swollen head, teasing it to dance to her touch. "Are you good for two rounds?" She wanted to get him off, then for him to get off again when she did. Suddenly, Damius felt the tormenting pull of the woman who lived now in his home. Beauty was calling him, wanting him. Her body was hot and ready to take him. Yet, Damius knew he needed to feed on this willing woman to have strength against his houseguest. He pulled back from his willing victim and tucked himself back into his pants.
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Tales of Love & Lust He freed her wrist and cupped her butt cheeks. She angled him to her opening. He tapped at her, teasing her. She bit at his ears, neck, and chin. He kissed her and sucked her tongue until she took over. He rammed his tongue and his cock into her at the same time. Soon, their beat mocked in accordance with her sucking mouth. "Deeper," she whimpered. He guided her legs around him and she locked her ankles. He nudged barely in, then out, teasing her. She wiggled, her pussy grabbed at him, but still he refused to give his whole cock to her begging pussy. He kissed along her jaw, his eyes on her pulsing neck vein. He nibbled towards it, and felt it throb against his lips. His fangs protruded immediately. The same time his fangs pierced her flesh, he fucked her hard, giving her all of his thick large cock. She squirmed, wiggled wildly, yelling, "Harder, faster!" He knelt and then sat with his legs crossed and tugged her down hard on his cock. She grounded her opening at the base of his dick. Faster and faster, she rocked and rode him. He sucked her blood at the same beat. His hands gripped the ends of the belt that was around her neck. He pulled on it. It tightened and tightened, cutting off her air supply. Still he drank and she rocked faster. If he took much more blood he would kill her. Usually his fangs and the drinking of this willing victim's blood shot them into an erotic state, but not her. He let go of her neck and glared into her eyes. That was what she wanted, to see pleasure on his face as she pleasured herself. He gripped the belt ends and pulled. She peaked. Her pussy tightened around his dick mimicking the tightness of the belt. Her face turned blue. Yet still her pussy clamored and tightened. Her head fell back, she struggled to get air, he felt her warmth gushing over his cock the same time she went limp. He loosened the belt. Yet, she didn't breath. He cupped her mouth to his, gave her breath, and worked CPR on her. Pumping on her, it was the third time, that she started breathing on her own
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Chapter Four Starla gasped for air, as she awoke. Yet, her mind focused on the visual that flooded in about her Spaniard heritage. The stories told that he had raped and killed the princess. That was how and why the missions of being a slayer had started in her bloodline. They were to take revenge and kill the Nightwalkers. Once the one who killed her ancestors was gone, her mission would be complete, and other slayers would keep seeking, taking up their heritage revenge. Starla stared at nothing as her mind's eye saw him passionately making love to her, as if she was the princess of Spain. It was not rape. Starla covered her mouth, and bit her index finger, feeling the passion the two shared. They had been in love. Suddenly, he was in bondage as guards beat on him as the princess wept. They thought it was rape when she so longed to order them to stop, but she was hysterical, and couldn't verbalize it. Below the castle, in the dungeon, the vision of an old man in the prison cell beside him took form. The old man showed his fangs with a hiss, his mouth red. It was dripping blood. "Revenge is mine at last." Then Starla saw, the princess's lover lay dead as the old man rolled away. Twenty-four hours later, the guards were on their way to fetch him and to torture him to death. The old man smiled. "Indeed, I will have my revenge against the King." He slit his wrist with his fingernail and allowed his blood to drip into the princess’ lover’s mouth. As the guards unlocked and opened the heavy door, the lover's eyelids fluttered open and he shot up into a sitting position. A guard shoved the old man away. Another guard behind him and pierced his chest with a spear. The princess' lover watched the old man turn into a heap of ash, but the guards did not. The Lover, the one Starla yearned for, jumped to his feet.
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Chapter Five Damius mystified and slipped under the many doors into her domain. It was dark, cold, and empty. She had left. Many confused emotions filtered in. He plopped into the comfortable high back chair. His eyes focused on the full moon. He had wanted her so badly. Hours earlier, he stood tall and naked in front of her, seeing her green eyes flicker with desire. It had almost undone him. Telling her the truth was difficult. He had run across many who called themselves the slayer, but she was the real thing. She could control him if she wanted. Acknowledging it, he fought his lust to have her, mostly out of fear sensing once he made love to her he would crave only her. That would drive him insane. He stood. "My Beauty, it is best for both of us that you choose to leave." In a cloud of mist he left his house in search of food. He hovered over the nightclub, but the wild music, nor the beauties inside beckoned him. Sentimental memories of the past urged him to visit the cemetery. The likes of his kind met there regularly but he never sought their company. To him, they were evil and he was not. He smirked at the irony. He was just as demonic as they at times. He held no conscience in sucking a willing victim dry. He took form standing at the grave of Mrs. Bell. If it hadn't been for her generosity, he might not have survived when he landed in America. It was she who found him in a cave at dusk and had her servants haul him back to her estate. She never knew he was a vampire and never questioned why he wasn't around during the day. She called him the Nightwalker, teased him that he had his days and nights mixed. If she only had known that she called him by his real purpose, things would have been different. But she loved him like a son and he respected that. When she died, she willed the estate to him since she never had children. That was during the Wild West era—the time when the gold 48
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Tales of Love & Lust With her still in his embrace, he hunted for the hidden level that opened up the door to his lair. Traveling by mist for so long, he had not used the level for hundreds of years. He found it, gave it tug, then a half turn. The bookshelves slide open. He stepped into the small area that looked like a closet. He pushed the button to close the shelves. As it slid shut, he heard the Nightwalkers ransack his home. Their hatred drove them. They were clawing at the bookshelf, books flying everywhere. His door to his domain slid open and he hurried down the stairs and laid her on his bed. He snapped his fingers and the many candles in his lair sparked to life. She lay so still. He yearned to heal her, but to do so he would have to bite her. He shot to his feet to fight off the temptation. But her blood called to him. His knees buckled and he knelt beside the bed. The animal in him surfaced. His fangs protruded and he fought himself as his head drew closer to her neck. In a mighty roar, he mystified and reappeared behind the Nightwalkers. The in-depth scent of her blood was in every breath he took. It heightened his powers, and without mercy, he attacked his kind, killing every one of them. In victory he roared, now feeling the need to feed. The smell of her blood teased him to take hers.
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Chapter Six He shot into town at the local nightclub. His hunger drove him like a mad man. His eyes searched the crowd and landed on a serial killer who was leering his next innocent victim. A pure woman, her first time at the club. It was her twenty-first birthday. Damius shoved through the crowd and pushed the killer out of the arms of the purity. The killer came up fighting, just what Damius wanted. The man yelled, "Keep your hands off of her." Rage spiked in the killer's eyes. The innocent one stared at him in shock, seeing him as a brute instead of the impression of a sweet interested male. She shot through the crowd and huddled with her friends. The killer yelled, "Outside asshole." "My pleasure." They stalked outside into the middle of the parking lot. Too many onlookers followed them out for Damius to do what he liked and needed. After a scuffle, Damius gave the killer the sense of superior. Damius shot across the street to lure his food out of the public's eye. The killer took after him. Damius mystified and hovered over the killer who was seeking and yelling, "Coward, you can't even fight like a man. When I find you, I'll torture and kill you, you asshole." Damius somewhat lead him to go where he had killed his last willing victim. He laughed. The man looked up. Damius slowly materialized and floated down to him. The killer's wide fearful eyes didn't last long as the glare sparked the killer in him. Damius smiled. "Your killing spree is over." He laughed and spit in Damius's face. Damius wiped the stench off. "You like to tie them up and butt fuck them. And as you cum, you slit their throats, then allow the pulsing blood to spray on your dick."
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Chapter Seven In a dream state, Starla's inner vision flared to life. It was as if she was watching TV segments; her being Damius, drifting through years as a vampire. Most of his victims were criminals that the police could not catch. She took glory in sucking them dry, knowing she had rid the earth of such evil. Other victims came to him so keen in satisfying their lustful sexual drive. He gave them what they wanted as he read their minds. Some, he killed, yet it seemed it was not he who done it, but the victim's wishes to die in such a high, out of this haven. She felt Damius’ pleasure in every act and her body quivered in longing. She experienced him making a vampire by accident. It was a beautiful redhead. Jealousy sprang to life. The slayer in her wanted to torture and then kill her. She watched the redhead through Damius’ regretful eyes. He had created a bloodsucker demon, and she killed just for the sake of the thrill, horrifying her victims. He drove a stake into her heart one night as she was awakening. Starla felt Damius’ high standards and how he finally accepted himself as a Nightwalker. He did his best to live among the humans, never hurt them or fed upon them, and they never knew he was a vampire. Pain gripped her. It seemed to be everywhere. Fearful visions of an attack of many Nightwalkers. They clawed at her, her blood spraying at them, she was dieing, she passed out. Again in Damius' point of view he saved her, and took revenge by killing every vampire inside his home. She long to wake up, but couldn't. Damius was close. She wanted him closer. Closer than she liked in what she craved, for their bodies to be one. Through his eyes, she saw his desire he had for her, how he fought it, and she heard her mind calling him to her. Deep down, his hunger to drink her blood filled her. Confusion sprang forth. No longer could she distinguish her blood from his, nor herself from him. She licked her lips and tasted blood, hers
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight He gritted his teeth, stopping his fangs from protruding, because if they did, the animal of the Nightwalker would take over. "Stop feeling, stop your telepathic feelings, dammit." He eased a breath out as she cut down her freely given thoughts. "Thank you." He leaned his forehead against the shower stall. He nudged her to get out. She did. He stood under the hot spray, emptying his mind the best he could. "Dammit, My Beauty, so help me, if you think one more sensual thought about us, I will take you completely." She gave out a squeal. His mind was free again. He erected barriers for her not to pick up his thoughts. How were they going to live through this, she a slayer, and he a vampire? He materialized in his lair and startled. "How did you get in here?" "I don't know. I thought it, or I should say, I visualized it, and poof I was here." Damius groaned. If she wanted to kill him while he slept, he could not stop her, she just had to visualize his lair. "You might as well kill me now, My Beauty." He plopped down on this bed and turned his back to her.
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Chapter Eight Starla didn't know what happened, but it was something that was unchangeable. She sat beside him and touched his hip. He pushed her hand off of him. She laced her fingers together to stop from touching him again. The urge to touch him was overwhelming. She gritted her teeth and suddenly she felt her eyeteeth form into fangs. "You bastard, you turned me into one." He swirled around. She was feeling her teeth. His eyes widened. "No, My beauty, no I didn't. Dammit!" "If you didn't, who did? It had to be you. That's why I can think and see what you do, isn't?" He stormed off the bed. She grabbed her head and whimpered. "Oh, God, you hate me. You lust after me, but you hate me." He shut his angry thoughts down. "No, I'm angry, and for a moment, yes, I hated both of us and it was too much for you to take. My Beauty, I did not intend for us to—” "Mate? Mate! We are mates!” "Apparently. You were hurt badly, not healing. I did what I could to keep you alive. I used my blood to speed up the healing. Believe me, I did not know that sharing my blood, with you in a harmless manner could, would, did. How did it change you? Maybe you're not. Maybe—" "What are we going to do?" She glanced up at him for an answer. "You may know the answer." She shook her head. A sob escaped. He sat beside her. He ran his fingers through her damp hair, pulling it back, out of her face. Immediately he craved her. Her gaze shot up to his. He tried to taper his hunger, but fighting it was no choice any longer. "Make love to me, My Beauty." His words and her ramped lustful reaction doubled his craving. He could see and feel it as their passion blazed out 60
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Tales of Love & Lust longed for him to bury himself deeply within her. She whimpered and nudged him to climb on top of her. Her legs opened. His balls and base snuggled between her lips. He felt her hot juices. If he wasn’t careful, he'd come just by causing a small dose of friction. His lips claimed her mouth. So tasty, so warm, so innocent, so sweet. Mine, screamed in his head as well as hers. He teased her tongue and soon she teased his back. She sucked on his, and he tensed upon her as if she was sucking on his dick. Her suction took him in, deeper into her tight throat, and eased. He groaned and rolled off of her. She stopped the vision and that was the only thing that saved him from coming. She climbed upon him and straddled him. Her wet juices dripping down onto his base and tickled balls. She rocked and he saw that she wanted to get him inside her, but fear stopped her. He eased her up and wiggled his arousal so his head was at her opening. She started to ease down on him. So tight, so good, he gripped her hips, and fought not to thrust into her. He eased in just a dab. Her fear shook him from his pleasure. They made eye contact. Her fangs were slowly protruding. Was that what she feared? He forced his not to sprout. "You're big." "I'll fit." He nudged into her a bit more. The pleasure was so intense. His grip tightened on her hips. His fangs started their descend. "Oh, My Beauty, go down on me, take me out of this misery. She pushed down upon him, he tugged down hard and shot up inside her. The resistance, the gush. "You were a virgin!" "Yes." She rotated upon him. Her pleasure and his, spiraled to a high. "Don't think, just react." His fingers expanded and they latched onto her butt cheeks. He shouted out in pleasure as she rode him hard. He felt her canal quiver and contract. He flipped them over so she was on bottom, to take them higher and higher with each demanding thrust. She screamed her release, her fangs sought his neck and he gave it to her. She latched onto him, sucking his sweet taste. He flew higher and higher feeling her first 62
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Chapter One “Jury duty! They’ve got to be joking!” Gayle Barclay tossed the letter onto her dining room table. There was no way she could report for jury duty. Her fiscal year was up on June thirtieth and she was swamped. Her accountant was screaming at her because of some job costing report she had to re-create. It seems her computer garbled one of the formulas the last time she saved the document. How in the world that had happened she had no idea. She picked up the letter and reread it, hoping she’d somehow misunderstood. She hadn’t. It still said the very same thing, and it said it on some very expensive paper. Her taxpayer’s dollars at work. Couldn’t they use the cheap stuff like everyone else? She threw it down again.
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Tales of Love & Lust She’d only have to report for four times. After that, she could ask to be excused. The problem was, you didn’t have any way to know what days in advance you had to report. You arrived at the courthouse and maybe you were called and maybe you were dismissed. Perhaps she could plead hardship and be excused. Her company, Inner Scapes, was the area’s premiere design company. She had a lot of responsibilities. She employed over one hundred county residents. That ought to be worth something. She poured a cup of coffee and picked the letter up yet again, then settled onto one of the dining room chairs. She would report, as ordered, on June third. Disgusted or not, she did believe in doing her civic duty. Right now that belief was inconvenient and she regretted it. Just a bit. She graduated college and design school and settled in the community of Perry’s Cove, North Carolina. It was a medium-size town with a population of just under fifty thousand residents. The locals had embraced her with open arms. Giving back to the community was something she believed in. She picked up the phone and dialed the number given in the letter and confirmed that she would report at nine a.m. on Monday for orientation. Then she called her accountant, and best friend, Julie Dotson. Julie’s receptionist answered. “Hi, Sue. It’s Gayle. Is Herself available?” “Hi, Gayle. She just got here and she hasn’t had her first cup of coffee yet. Are you sure you want to risk it?” Gayle laughed. “I’m feeling brave this morning.” “Okay. Hold on just a moment. I’ll put you through.” There was soft music as Sue connected the call. “Good morning. How’s my favorite client this morning?” Julie sounded pretty perky for not having her coffee. Maybe she’d take the news without having a breakdown. “Your favorite client just got snared for jury duty.” “Get out of town. You have got to be kidding.”
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “I’m not joking. I have the letter right here in front of me. How’s my year end coming along?” “Not well enough for you to run off, but I’ll deal with it.” “I’ll work on that job costing this morning. Right now as a matter of fact. Are we still on for lunch at one?” “Absolutely. Just don’t be late.” “Am I ever?” “All the time. Bye.” The connection went dead. Gayle laid the phone down then wrinkled her nose at it. “That’s just not true. I was on time twice last month.” She took her mug and went to her home office. If she were lucky, that job-costing file could be fixed in less than hour. She could email it over to Julie and still have time to drive by and check on the guys laying the Italian tiles at the Hanson job. The homeowner had paid a small fortune to import that travertine and an almost equal amount to hire a company that knew how to properly install it. The finished job was going to be beautiful. It was ten minutes to one when she slid into a booth at The Wok and ordered tea. Her cell phone rang. Julie was going to be late. Wouldn’t you just know it?
*** “Bloody fucking hell!” Mason Landis snarled at the piece of ivory vellum in his hand. Of all the times for this to happen, it had to happen now. He had been called to report for jury duty starting on June third. Just fucking wonderful. Believing in the justice system of one’s country and doing one’s civic duty was one thing. Jury duty starting in June was something else. Monday was going to be a big day for him.
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Tales of Love & Lust He was supposed to report to his new position as a senior partner on June third. He had finally come to terms with his divorce and taken steps to get his life moving again. It hadn’t been easy. Dealing with intimate betrayal never was. Well, he could wax philosophical when he wanted to. The world wouldn’t end over being called to serve. Besides, he knew the new boss very, very well. He picked up the phone and called the man who would be signing the paychecks. “Hi, Dad. I have some bad news for you.” “Worse than when you wrecked my brand new car? Worse than when you and your brother ran my boat aground? Worse than when you and your sister missed the plane in London?” Mason laughed. “Okay, okay. Maybe it’s not as bad as what you’re used to hearing from me.” Put in light of those events, it surely wasn’t. “Are you having a good day?” “I was. Now I’m wondering. Just spill it and let an old man get over the shock.” “Should I ask if you’ve had your medication?” His father’s recent heart attack had been the deciding factor for Mason after he’d been asked to bring his private practice to the family law firm. “I’ve taken all my pills. I’m sitting down with my feet propped up on my desk doing nothing but enjoying the view out the window.” Mason laughed. His father’s office did have a wonderful view of the river and the bird refuge beyond, and his new office was next door. He’d have that same view. “I’ve been called for petit jury duty starting June third.” The elder Landis chuckled. “I guess that’s not so bad, except you’re supposed to be here on the third. I think Landis, Landis and Mallory can manage.” “Yeah, I thought so.” Mason sighed. “Do you think they’ll really seat me on a jury?” It was a purely rhetorical question. He knew the answer.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “Hell, no. Not in this town. What lawyer is going to want another lawyer sitting there picking his case apart for the benefit of eleven other jurors?” “I’m an estate lawyer, not a criminal one.” Mason glanced at the letter again, shaking his head in dismay. “Doesn’t matter. Just go and enjoy sitting on the other side. It will keep the judges amused.” His father sounded more and more amused himself. Well, it wouldn’t keep him amused. He had to do his civic duty, but in this particular instance, it was pretty much a waste of time. “I guess my secretary will have an easy first day getting her stuff settled in her new office without the boss lurking about.” “Does she make coffee?” The elder Landis sounded hopeful. Mason hated to dash his hopes. “She believes in fifty-fifty on making the coffee. Turn on that old geezer charm and see if you can convince her to make it for you. If you can’t, resort to bribery although even that doesn’t always work her. She’s emancipated, so be careful. Gotta go, Dad. I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner.” “Good enough.” The line went dead. Jury duty. Bloody fucking hell.
*** Monday morning dawned clear and sunny. Gayle was up early, taking a cup of coffee out on her terrace to enjoy the early morning glow. She scanned the morning paper while she sipped. She’d spent the last few days making sure the jobs Inner Scapes had in progress would stay on schedule while she was in court. Her staff had been indulgent of her anxieties, for which she was grateful. She had good
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Tales of Love & Lust people working for her. It was rather humbling to realize that on some levels she was superfluous to her own organization. “That’s the way it is, don’t you think Thatcher?” she asked the neighbor’s cat. He blinked his big green eyes at her, coyly she thought. He was after a handout. When none was offered he rose, stretched, and glided away, his attention fixed on something she couldn’t see. She had to be on her way, too. She arrived at the courthouse a few minutes early and found a seat on the far right side of the jury panel area. The benches filled rapidly. She’d already learned that one hundred perspective jurors were called for this session. Not all would be reporting every day, but today was orientation. The judge had started his explanations when a tall, dark-haired man slipped through the side door and found a seat. The judge’s annoyance with the late arrival was evident. “Glad you could make it, Mr. Landis. Try to be on time from now on.” The man’s voice was deep, rich, and respectful, with just the barest hint of Southern drawl. “Yes, Your Honor.” She would love to get a better look at the owner of that voice, but there were too many people between them. Besides, she didn’t want to be observed gawking around when she should be listening to the judge. Three hours later she was having trouble staying awake. Judge Ballard, with all due respect, was enjoying himself way too much. His voice droned on and on, and she was getting desperate to find something to focus on instead of sleep. Just when she’d given up hope, the judge dismissed them in time for lunch. She stayed with the shuffling crowd as they moved towards the elevator. This was ridiculous. She darted left, opening the door to the stairwell. She met with unexpected resistance and yanked. “Take it easy, will you?” It was the voice from the courtroom, speaking in her ear.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight Surprised, she released the door and found herself shoved up against the man by the very crowd she was seeking to escape. He was standing so close she had to tip her head back to look at him. “I want to go down the stairs. Please let go of the door.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “I’ll let you open the door if you swear you won’t try and hit me in the face with it again.” She cringed inwardly. Had she really done that? “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” She reached for the handle again. His hand closed over hers, sending a sudden shivering awareness of his nearness through her. She jerked her hand away. “Allow me to open the door. It will be safer for me.” God, what a voice. Low, smooth, and dripping with sensuality. She’d bet he used that voice to get his way all the time. She wasn’t falling for it, though. She stepped aside so he could open the door. She’d apologized and that was that. Now she had to be on her way. “Thank you.” She looked up at him again then stared as his appearance finally registered in her harried brain. What a gorgeous man. He had to be at least six-two, maybe even six-three. Closely trimmed dark hair that showed just a hint of waviness, and ocean-blue eyes that any woman wouldn’t mind a swim in. Her nipples tingled and peaked. He noticed and licked his lips. Oh, this was great. She was standing in the hallway of the top floor of the local courthouse ogling a total stranger. And he was going to stay a stranger, too. She wasn’t taking up with a man. Any man. No matter how good looking. She still had the scars from her husband - ex-husband cheating on her then trying to take her company away from her with a high-powered lawyer from Virginia. His eyes took on an amused sparkle. “I don’t want to appear to be rude, but I must hurry. I have to get back to work.” She stepped back. “Then by all means, please go ahead. I’m not as pushed for time as you are.”
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Tales of Love & Lust His mouth curved in a little smile, like he’d just heard a private joke. Gayle fought to keep her lip from curling up in annoyance. She had places to go and people to see, and he was not on her list. He made a courtly bow complete with a graceful sweeping arm movement. “I was brought up to practice the principle of ladies going first. Always.”
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Chapter Two Gayle parked her car a few spots down from her favorite restaurant. She slammed her car door, snarling as her purse strap got caught. She yanked on it. Maybe she should have just gone home instead of agreeing to meet Julie for dinner. “What’s wrong with you?” Julie reached past her and re-opened the door. Gayle snatched the offending strap out so her friend could close the door again. “Nothing is wrong with me. Nothing at all.” “Sure. That’s why you’re snapping my head off.” Gayle stopped and whirled around to face her friend. She closed her mouth before she said the wrong thing because Julie was right. She was being snappish. “I’m sorry. There was this man at….” Julie let out a whoop. “Halleluiah! Go for it, girl!” Gayle stared her down. “Just stop dancing in the street, okay? He was annoying as hell.” She started walking, her steps brisk and measured. Julie fell in step beside her, heels clicking in unison. “I don’t want anything to do with him and his sophomoric sexual innuendos.” “Whoa there. What sexual innuendos?” “Never mind, Julie. We’re late.” “I don’t think so. We’re early. And you know I’m going to pester you until you tell me everything, so just stop!” Gayle stopped and gusted out a deep, annoyed breath. It was true. Julie wouldn’t stop hounding her until she had the whole story. “Okay, you win. In a nutshell, this very attractive man was late for the jury pool this morning. The judge knew him by name. After we were dismissed and I was leaving, I smacked him in the face with a door and
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Tales of Love & Lust he told me in a very smirky tone of voice that he let ladies ‘go’ first. Enough already.” “You hit him with a door? Cool. That’s a novel way of getting a man’s attention. He’ll remember you.” Gayle stared at her best friend. Julie was serious. Why did the entire world think she needed the aggravation of a man tagging along behind her all the time? She had news for everyone. She didn’t. She didn’t need her bathroom hogged up. She didn’t need dirty socks lying about. She didn’t need not being able to go to dinner at her favorite places because he didn’t eat that type of food. Nor did she want a man under foot all the time. She didn’t want to explain where she was going when she walked out of her house. She didn’t want to listen to someone’s opinion about her friends. She didn’t want to have to defend him to her mother. She sighed tiredly, watching a pair of skateboarders zip across the street before the traffic light changed again. She didn’t want her heart broken. That was the bottom line. She couldn’t bear it again. And she wasn’t sure she could bear all her friend’s comments, either. She pointed at the restaurant. “Can we just go in there and have dinner, please? Mason Landis isn’t part of my long-range plan.” “Mason Landis? You have got to be kidding! Are you sure that’s who it was?” “Yes. The judge called him by name.” She narrowed her eyes at Julie. She wasn’t going to like this and she knew it. “Why?” “Mason Landis, attorney-at-law. What a cool drink of water that one is.” Gayle could only stare at Julie. A lawyer. A lower than whale dung, pond scum sucking, take his forty-percent off the top, fucking lawyer. Of course. No wonder the judge had known him. “I detest lawyers and you know why.” 74
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “Gayle, he specializes as an estate lawyer. He’s my lawyer, for heaven’s sake.” That was news. Julie had never mentioned the man by name, but then Julie knew how she felt about the bloodsuckers. “Your lawyer? You like your lawyer. He handled your divorce.” “Mason is a wonderful man. Yes, he handled my divorce but mine was quite amicable. Tom and I just signed the basic papers and went our separate ways. Not like yours.” Julie linked arms with her and started moving them toward the restaurant. “Let’s just get dinner and then slide over to the mall. The bath shop is having a sale on shower gel and I want to stock up.” “Good idea.” And it was. Gayle didn’t want to hear anything else about Mason Landis. She’d already heard enough. She’d seen enough, too. Damn his blue eyes. She knew beyond any shadow of doubt she’d be staring into them again tomorrow morning – and every morning the jury pool had to report to the courthouse until their session was over. It was either that or make Judge Ballard a wee bit put out with her for not reporting. That was not a good idea, was it?
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Tales of Love & Lust Then, in the still darkness of the night, he’d found himself haunted by a pair of wary brown eyes. He’d done a very poor job of convincing himself he wasn’t interested in her, whoever she was. Hell, she could whack him with any door she wanted and he’d still help her take a shower with that bath gel he’d gotten a whiff of yesterday. He knew that light citrusy, gingery fragrance wasn’t perfume. It smelled too good. Expensive and cheap perfume alike smelled like rubbing alcohol to his nose and made him sneeze. Maybe he should be glad he’d even noticed how good she smelled. His wife—ex-wife, had left him burned out and hollow. Noticing anything about any woman was a good sign. He filled his travel mug to the brim with coffee and headed for the gym, then made it to the courthouse by eight forty-five. Just in time to see her walk up the steps and into the building. He stood savoring the feeling of the blood leaving his brain and heading lower. How long had it been since he’d noticed the way a woman’s bottom twitched as she walked up steps? A long time, that’s how long. Would he have the same response if he watched another lady go up the steps? The tall brunette in the little blue skirt didn’t do it for him. Neither did the short, trim blond in the navy slacks. He watched a few more females twitch their way into the courthouse. That little pulse beat in his groin just didn’t happen. Not good. He’d listened to his penis before and that had been an unparalleled disaster. He took the courthouse steps two at a time. The guards waved him around the metal detector. They knew him. He hustled down the hall just in time to see her go into Judge Ballard’s courtroom. She took a seat by the windows. The last seat in that row. He slid into the seat behind and leaned forward. This was just what he’d promised himself not to do at five minutes past four o’clock this morning. 76
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “Good morning.” She turned her head just enough to look at him. He reached over the seat and offered her his hand. “Mason Landis.” She stared at his hand as if it were a viper then sighed. “Gayle Barclay.” No, he hadn’t imagined her voice and he’d been hoping he had. His memory was just too good. Her voice was soft like spring rain mixed with warm like summer sun. She refused to take his hand. Prickly, was she? Or just cautious about encouraging the attention of strange men? He loved a challenge. “I’m sorry about yesterday, Ms. Barclay. I’d like to make it up to you with lunch.” “I have a luncheon engagement, provided I don’t get seated on a jury.” “Perhaps dinner, then?” His mother wouldn’t mind if he didn’t come to Tuesday night dinner if he explained he had a date. “No, Mr. Landis.” The bailiff called for everyone to rise as Judge Ballard came in and took his seat. Mason’s gaze swept her from head to toe. Medium height, curves in all the right places. Even under artificial lighting her shoulder length dark brown hair was so shiny it gave off little gold highlights. He’d bet if she knew her ass looked that good in that skirt she’d never wear it again. They were instructed to take their seats again. He caught a whiff of citrus mixed with ginger. A vision of her in the shower, naked and covered in lather, flashed through his mind. His cock twitched. Oh, God, he was in serious trouble now.
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Chapter Three She’d lost her mind. No doubt about it. Gayle stirred her coffee and waited for Mason to say something. Anything. Because she had no idea what to say to the gorgeous man sitting across from her. She couldn’t just blurt out her base opinion of lawyers. Could she? Of course not. Besides, Julie said he was a nice guy and she was starting to reluctantly agree. Not that she was ever going to admit it. Not that she was ever going to become involved with him. She was just having coffee. Oh, dear Lord. Wait until Julie heard that she’d sat down to coffee with Mason Landis. Julie would never stop crowing about it. Her past crowded her. Try as she might she couldn’t forget the pain and grief of being lied to. She’d trusted and been so very wrong. The years of sleepless nights, doctor’s visits, lost clients and self-doubt would never be gone from her memory. It was a lesson she’d do well never to forget, even though she knew that one day she had to forgive herself for what she considered her stupidity. The best way to accomplish that was to never be so stupid again. So she firmly believed. She glanced out at the traffic on Richmond Street. Her gaze met his in the window glass. “Penny for your thoughts, Gayle.” She looked at him. Damn those blue eyes. “I doubt my thoughts at this moment are worth even a penny.” He sipped his cappuccino, watching her. She forced herself to stillness. She was not going to fidget in front of him. “I know you’re an attorney. How long have you been practicing?”
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Tales of Love & Lust “I’m going to take another sip of my coffee now. Would you like to try for three in a row?” He laughed at her. Not a polite little laugh, no. Not him. He laughed. He roared with laughter. He howled until he had to wipe a tear from his right eye. The jerk. The ass. The… lawyer. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door without further comment. She was almost to her car when he called out to her, asking her to wait. Why she stopped she didn’t know. Maybe it was her sense of fairness. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was she suddenly realized she was the one acting like an ass – or worse. She was acting like a spoiled brat. Or maybe it was the fact that she missed male conversation. Really, she did. Men could be great debaters. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact he was interested enough to come after her. “Listen, Gayle. You don’t have to be afraid of me.” It was the last thing she’d expected him to say. Was she that transparent? Obviously, she was. “I’m not afraid of you. I just don’t have time to waste with inane conversation over coffee.” He gave her a measured look. “I don’t either. I’ve got clients to see and an office to run. One of the reasons I moved my practice is because my father recently suffered a heart attack. I’m trying to take some of the load off him.” “That’s admirable and I have clients to see as well. My company doesn’t run itself for very long. Thanks for the coffee.” Long, strong fingers closed gently around her arm. “Please. Don’t go. Let’s walk a bit.”
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What was it about this prickly female that just wouldn’t allow him to just say goodbye? He should let her go. He had work to do. Last week hadn’t been too productive what with packing up his office and moving everything across town. He wasn’t behind, per se, having planned his calendar around the move, but there were still a few things on his desk that were important. It was best to attend to them before they became urgent. So why couldn’t he just get on with it? The answer was watching him with cautious sherry-brown eyes. “Come on.” He tilted his head towards the small park the historical society maintained in the official square of Perry’s Cove. “Mr. Landis, I thank you for the coffee…” Mason slid his hand down her arm, linked his fingers through hers and pulled her towards the park. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. Not yet. Not when his entire arm tingled the whole way up to his shoulder from holding her hand. Never mind what his groin was screaming at him. Her hand was soft, her fingers slender. He could just picture her trailing one manicured fingernail down the length of his dick. Man, was he way ahead of himself here. She was going to catch on and smack him and he’d have to just grin and take it. “What happened to calling me Mason? Why so formal?” She planted her feet and tried to pull her hand away. “You are presumptuous and annoying.” “No doubt.” He tugged on her hand. “Just walk with me.” “Why? Is that an old girlfriend over there you’re trying to impress? Forget it!” She refused to move. He tugged on her hand again. “I don’t know her, but I bet she’d hold hands with me.” “Then go ask her!” Her full, luscious looking lips thinned. He ignored her suggestion and pulled hard enough to move her off the spot. She fell into step beside him.
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Tales of Love & Lust Oh, she was pissed now. He could tell. He’d just have to be more charming. “I haven’t played hooky and walked through a park holding hands with a lady in a very long time,” he said gaily. “I bet you’ve never played hooky before,” she said dryly. He smiled down at her. “You’re right. Up until lately I was the quintessential workaholic.” “Of course you were. Are we finished with our walk?” “No, we’re not finished with our walk. Do you know what that flower is?” “It’s a petunia. A purple petunia. Do you have a point, Mason?” How he kept the smile off his face he didn’t know. “You don’t like purple petunias?” She took a slow, deep breath. He fully expected to see her exhale dragon fire, or at least smoke, but she didn’t. God, she was a pretty woman. Maybe not classically pretty, but she had something he just liked. Pheromones, probably. Or that sparkle even her annoyance with him couldn’t dim. “I like roses. Floribunda roses, to be exact.” He spun them around and headed for the row of roses. She lagged behind. “Let go of me, Mason.” “Promise you won’t bolt out of here.” “I’m not going to promise you … anything!” She yanked her hand free and stood rubbing it. “What’s your problem, anyway? Control freak? Alpha male? How stupid is that? Didn’t have your inner child nurtured? Why don’t you just tell me now and get it all out of your system.” “Jesus, you’re pretty.” She gawked at him disbelievingly, mouth open. He did the only thing he could think of. The one thing he’d been aching to do for the last hour. He pulled her into his arms and lowered his mouth to hers. She inhaled sharply, jerking in surprise. His groin tightened. 84
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Chapter Four Gayle looked into Mason’s blue eyes and wanted, more than anything, to dive in. How long had it been since she’d made love? She didn’t really remember which meant it had been a long time. Okay, she did remember but she hated to admit it. No one should be forced admit it. She missed making love and she was just too tempted by Mason Landis. He was just too handsome. Too tall. Too warm. Lord, he was warm. The heat rolled off him in waves. She had the intense, crazy urge to lick his neck and see if he was starting to sweat because she certainly was. Well, she was a southern lady and she was starting to glow. Way down inside she was really glowing. Thank heavens he couldn’t look below her belt and see her glow the way she could see his glow. He was watching her, a wolf in its prime intent on its prey. Only she wasn’t a timid hare. She was a fleet-footed doe and she could out maneuver him – if she wanted to. Did she want to? “Mason, I’m not sure it’s a good idea to rush into things.” It seemed like he suddenly remembered to breathe. He drew in a deep breath. A smile teased at the corner of his incredibly sexy lips. No man should have a mouth like that. “Are we rushing?” No man should have a voice that could go that husky and low, either. It fleetingly crossed her mind to remember his voice was part of his professional weaponry. “Yes. I’m not in the habit of going home with strange men, or taking them to my home, for that matter.”
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Tales of Love & Lust “I assure you, Gayle, I never, ever took you for the kind of woman who did.” He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “Just don’t tell me you’re not tempted.” Oh, did she have to admit even that much? “Why don’t we just keep walking? You can tell me why I should even consider remaining in your company.” “Oh, ho, ho.” He grinned at her. “I can give a ten-point list.” “A ten-point list? Really?” She put her hands on her hips and looked him up and down. What a mistake! He was just standing there, so handsome, so appealing, and so aroused. She had to tear her eyes off the bulge of his zipper. The rather pronounced bulge of his zipper. He laughed wickedly. “That’s point number one, Ms. Barclay. I’ve got an endowment.” Yes he did. This little word game was going to be her undoing. “Oh sweet Jesus! Are these all legal points?” “If you like. It is legal. There are no entanglements on it.” He tapped her nose lightly with his index finger. “That’s point number two.” “What should I be saying, Mr. Landis, hmm? That I’m impressed your endowment has no entanglements on it?” She really wondered if that meant he was single or if he wasn’t wearing underwear but she’d be damned if she was going to ask him. She thought it meant he was single. The only ring he wore was a silver band on his right hand and it didn’t look like a wedding band. It looked old and battered. He caught her looking at it and held up his hand. “My twin sister and I went to Europe together when we finished college. We found this little sterling shop in Glasgow and got these. It used to have both our names engraved on it in Gaelic, but it’s almost worn off now.” He smiled again. “That’s point number three. I get along with my siblings.”
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “I’m an only child,” she admitted. The sudden wave of loneliness caught her off-guard. She never thought much about not having brothers and sisters. That’s just the way it was and she couldn’t change it. But there he stood, smiling wistfully over memories that had to be fifteen years old. Did he have that unique bond with his twin she’d heard so much about? She suspected he did. “Well, Mason, that’s a pretty good point. Getting along with family is a big plus. It makes life a lot easier.” “It does,” he agreed urbanely. “Do you want to hear point four?” “Oh, please. That will be - you’re gainfully employed.” “Yes! Very good.” He slid his hand down from her elbow to link his fingers through hers again. They started walking. “I have a good practice. Why, I can even afford to buy you coffee and lunch on the same day.” “You’ll lose a point for being presumptuous if you’re not careful. Cut to the chase. What’s number five?” “Ah, the lady is interested. That’s good. How about I have a multipurpose vehicle and I can take a lady on pleasant Sunday afternoon drives.” She shook head. “Not good. A big, fancy car is a sign of overcompensation for another weakness.” “Oh, but darling, we’ve already discussed my endowment…fund. You know it’s not that.” Gayle turned her head so he wouldn’t see her smiling. She kept every trace of her amusement out of her voice. “You do think you’re charming, don’t you? So what is point number five?” “Okay. Let’s call my … method of delivering pleasant afternoon rides reliable. That’s point number five.” He was charming and very witty. She did like that in a man. He was winning her over, bit by bit. She better remember he was a lawyer and stop thinking about the kind of ride he offered.
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Tales of Love & Lust “Cute, Mason, but I’m quite doubtful you can come up with five more good points and have them be as…interesting…as the first bunch.” “You shouldn’t doubt me, Miss Gayle. I’m a southern gentleman. We always do what we say we’re going to do. That’s number six.” Gayle stopped and sat on a bench. It gave her a chance to sneak a peek below his belt again. At least he was no longer a public spectacle. He eased down beside her and draped his arm over the back of the seat. He had an amazing length of leg as he stretched out and crossed his ankles in an air of relaxation. “I’m not sure I should allow that one. You’ve not proven you’re a gentleman.” Those damnable blue eyes of his twinkled with good-natured humor. He grinned at her, an open, easy grin. In that moment she knew she was seeing the real man. An honest man without pretenses or secrets. A kind man, one who had chosen his profession for more than the lifestyle it afforded. The ice around her heart started to thaw.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “So can I so try again.” “Ah, but I can cook authentic Asian cuisine. I even have a dim sum steamer.” She shook her head. The dappled sunlight caught her hair as it lifted softly and settled back into place. “You’re really reaching with that one. I just can’t give it to you.” He laughed softly. “I’m getting desperate. How many guys do you know who can serve up beef with mango. How many guys do you know who even know what a mango is?” She held up her hands in mock submission. “Alright, alright. You can cook is seven.” “Lady, I can’t just steam dim sum. I really steam when I cook.” The corner of her mouth twitched. Oh, yeah. She was melting. She was going to let down her hair, so to speak, any moment now unless he got smug. “And for number eight…” “Oh, let me guess. You can iron your own shirts?” He did his best to look aghast. “No way. I don’t even own an iron.” He gave her an exaggerated shudder. She shook her head again. “You missed a golden opportunity on that one. Iron. Steam. Hot.” “You seem to know a lot about ironing.” Her gaze drifting slowly to his. A smile teased at her lips. “I know a bit about how to get an iron to steam.” He stifled a cough. His groin tightened. Don’t squirm, boy, she’ll laugh at you. “Number eight.” He cleared his throat. This one might offend her but he was willing to take the chance. “Number eight is something you can measure for yourself at a later time yet to be decided upon.” She didn’t miss a beat. She blinked once and smiled prettily. “I’m rather disappointed, Mason. I was sure that would be number ten. But if you say it’s only eight, I’ll have to take your word on it.”
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Tales of Love & Lust He did squirm. He couldn’t help it. If he’d forced himself to sit still he’d have dissolved into some nasty gelatinous gunk on the bench. She laughed. The soft, crystalline sound of it swirled around him, the quiet laugh of a woman finding humor when she’d not expected to find it. Her laugh was the bright, shining sound of joyful rediscovery. He suddenly didn’t care if he melted at her feet. “Well, I’m being modest, you understand,” he managed to say. “Of course. A southern gentleman shouldn’t brag about the endowment fund.” She almost didn’t get it out, being preoccupied with reining in her growing laughter. It was a pleasure just to see it getting the better of her. “Number nine. Well, number nine has to do with number eight.” Her shoulders shook. She sucked in a quick breath, sat up straighter, and looked at him expectantly. This was important so why did it seem so difficult to say to her? “Nine is that, um, I’m a healthy guy where eight and one are concerned.” Her manner sobered. She looked at her hands and nodded. “I can match your nine, Mason,” she said, raising her gaze back to his. Her hand moved to rest on her thigh, almost touching him. He nodded. That was a large hurdle cleared. If they made it as far as a bed, a sofa, his car, it would be one less thing to slow them down. Her slender hand with its neatly manicured nails brushed a small piece of debris that had fallen from the tree overhead off his slacks. The hand stayed to rest just above his knee. His leg burned underneath her touch. The skin on his back prickled with gooseflesh, then broke out in sweat. She looked at him and he was sucked into the clear depths of her eyes. “What’s ten, or are you stumped?” she asked softly. Thinking was almost beyond him. Hell, breathing was almost beyond him.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “Ten is I come with a satisfaction guaranteed warranty. If you’re not satisfied, for any reason, you can send me back.” “And what if I want to do just that? What then?” “Then I walk away and never bother you again.” It would never be that easy. He’d spend the rest of his life regretting it if she told him to walk away. He knew with some inner sense he’d not known he had that this woman was made for him. This woman was his match. There was something about her, some inner sparkle that reached only him. Call it fate they’d been brought together at the courthouse. Or kismet. Or destiny. Call it whatever. Mason knew. She was the one. He held his hand out to her, palm up. “So, Gayle. What do you say if we go change clothes and spend the day together?” She smiled and placed her hand in his.
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Chapter Five Gayle pulled in at the marina and tried to ignore the uneasy roll of her stomach. She had lost her mind. She was going sailing with a man she didn’t know. She would be alone with him in the middle of the ocean. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. She was being silly. It was all those crime dramas she watched late at night on cable television when she couldn’t sleep. Maybe the at home shopping networks would be a better choice after all. Parking her car she walked down the steep steps to the dock. The Dragonfly was at the bottom to the left. Mason had said his boat would be easy to spot and it was. The iridescent blue-green mythical-looking creature on the hull was a work of art. Mason appeared on the deck and waved to her. Good Lord. He was attractive in a suit. He was drop dead gorgeous in cut-off jeans, a tee shirt, and regular guy-type sneakers. She forced her eyes away from the soft bulge beneath his zipper and took a deep breath and tried not to shiver. She did anyway. A gut-deep shiver that sent a tingle into her nipples and had her knees trying to decide whether or not to wobble. A frisson of awareness that maybe, just maybe, before the day was over she’d have all that blatant maleness at her command. She waved back, surprised at the warm glow that suffused her when he smiled. The little voice of reason in her mind whispered at her to gird her loins and tighten her armor. This man was going to steal her heart. For once in her life she was going to consciously ignore it. He leaned over, extending a strong arm to help her make the step up. She placed her hand in his and long, strong fingers closed around hers. The muscles of his chest flexed easily as he pulled her up and onto the boat. Obviously he didn’t spend all his time shuffling papers. “Welcome aboard the Dragonfly,” he greeted her cheerfully.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “Thank you.” She matched his tone, and his smile. “She’s a pretty vessel. I love the dragonfly.” “She’s lovely, isn’t she? My sister painted her.” “Really? That’s impressive talent. Is she a professional artist?” Mason shook his head ruefully. “No. She’s the Mallory in Landis, Landis, and Mallory.” He took Gayle’s elbow and gently guided her inside the cabin to the galley. He pointed at an unusually vivid watercolor, a seascape in bold blue and greens. “She paints in her spare time but she could probably retire from the firm and make a very good living at this.” “I agree. This is impressive.” And it was. His sister was extremely talented. She wondered fleetingly if she was as good a lawyer then chided herself over the unkind thought. She had to let go of her prejudice toward lawyers. “So, where do I stow my gear?” He grinned and took her tote bag. “I’ll put it below. It won’t be hard to find. There’s only the stateroom beneath.” “Thanks.” She had to admit the boat was not the ostentatious watercraft she’d expected when he’d said he had a yacht. Seeing it she suspected it was on the small end of that classification. She grudgingly admitted to herself she liked it. She wandered back out onto the deck. It was certainly a beautiful day for being on the water. “Would you like some iced tea?” he called from the galley. “Love some. Where are we going?” He appeared with such alacrity, two glasses in hand, that she knew he’d poured the tea before he’d asked. She accepted hers, thanking him. Her gaze kept straying to the front of his jeans. The rounded lump of his genitals was changing shape. “I thought we’d go to Pirate’s Bay for lunch. It’s about an hour or so south, depending on speed. We can take our time and enjoy the coastline. Have you ever been there?” “No, I haven’t.” “You’ll like it. Meals are delivered to you right on your boat.” He slipped his glass into a built in cup holder.
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Chapter Six Take me here. Take me now. Gayle sucked in a deep breath and did her best to retain some semblance of decorum. It was very hard to do with that mantra swirling around in her brain. He could take her, here and now, and she’d not utter one word to stop him. She’d been body snatched. She was sharing her consciousness with an alien. That was the only explanation. The real Gayle Barclay would never drop her life to go boating with a complete stranger and be more than contemplating having sex with him. She was planning on it. Her diaphragm was in place and waiting to rebuke any and all swimmers that might escape a condom. And she knew he’d use one without even asking if he needed it. He was that kind of guy - a man that had respect for her and himself. A man that was grinning down at her like he’d known her for years. “So you like my sneakers, do you?” She sniffed and did her best southern belle head toss. “Mason, they’re just regular sneakers. What is there to dislike about them?” The corner of his mouth quirked up. He shook his head. At least he was polite enough not to laugh out loud at her. They rounded a gentle curve of shoreline and came up on an inlet. Mason cut the engines. The yacht slowed and drifted in toward the shore. “I can’t go in too close, but if we sit here for couple minutes we might see some wildlife. Is that okay with you? Are you in a hurry for lunch?” She leaned closer to him, resting her hand on his knee. “I’m fine right here. I love to bird watch even though I don’t know all the different species. In the summer I enjoy eating on my terrace so the neighborhood cat and I have a few bonding moments watching together.”
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight He leaned in closer to her, pointing. “Look over there,” he said quietly. Her gaze followed to where he was pointing at a great blue heron. The long-legged bird was standing in the water very near the shore. “I didn’t realize they would come down to the shore. I thought they were more fresh water or marsh.” He shrugged. “I really don’t know, either. I can’t say as I know much about them other than I see them from time to time.” She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “Maybe that’s all that’s important. Maybe we’re only meant to see and enjoy, not catalogue down to the smallest detail.” His lips brushed her hair. “I like that philosophy. Why don’t we drop the anchor here for awhile and just watch and enjoy.” Watch and enjoy, huh? The man had more than watching birds on his mind, but then so did she. Her heart fluttered and settled to a faster beat. “That would be fine. This is a lovely spot. Do you come here very often?” “No. I don’t think of I’ve ever stopped here before.” He sounded wistful. “So you’re really a workaholic?” “Pretty much.” His fingers moved down the back of her neck, squeezing and gently stroking. Deep inside, she quickened. She shifted in her seat to meet his open, questioning gaze. He was waiting for some sign from her. Breathing was suddenly overrated. Her nipples were so achingly taut they hurt. Was he a lover who would suckle tenderly, lifting her through layers of desire? “Mason.” His knuckles grazed her cheek. His voice was whisper soft, a gentle lure. “Gayle.” She forced her lungs to expand, inhaling as deeply as she could. His arms came around her, pulling her onto his lap. He was hard against her
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Tales of Love & Lust hip. She flooded wet, pressing her thighs together around the empty ache burgeoning within her belly. She slipped her arms around his neck. He was sweating. She fought the urge to lick his neck and taste the salt on his skin. He tipped her head back and lowered his mouth to hers, almost touching, yet not. The softness in his voice was gone. What remained was hoarse, rough, desperate. “Tell me now if you’re going to stop me from taking you.” Stop him? Her brain couldn’t seem to wrap around the concept of stopping him, not when her imagination could already feel his flesh spreading hers and her body demanded to have it made real. Mistake or not, she would have this afternoon in his arms. Reckoning, and she knew there would be a reckoning, would come later. She pressed her lips to his. Deep in his chest he moaned. Her body answered with a liquid rush. She licked his upper lip in a bold stroke. Quick as lightning his tongue thrust into her mouth. Her thighs quivered as his tongue danced with hers. His hand cupped her breast. She pressed against his palm seeking relief from the fiery tingling of her nipples. She breathed her acceptance of him into his mouth. “Yes. Mason, yes.” He squeezed gently, a careful learning of her bounty and her tolerances. She pressed her bottom into his lap and was rewarded when his finger and thumb closed over the pointed peak. She ran her hand across his broad chest and found the small nub of male nipple. She teased it with a fingernail. His arms tightened around her. All the while his lips had kept up their clever teasing, making promises to her. She was drowning in him, in his kiss, his touch. He suddenly broke the contact, sucking in a great breath. His eyes were black. “Up.” She scrambled off his lap, banging her hip on the wheel in her haste. Her knees wobbled when she backed out of his way. He dropped the anchor then turned to her, holding out his hand. She placed her hand in 102
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight his. His fingers closed around hers as he pulled her to the steps and then down into the stateroom. Peripherally the simplicity of the room registered with her. Wall sconces, mirrors, and several framed prints graced the walls. The carpet was a utilitarian Berber. The bath facilities were off to the right. But the bed…it was hard not to notice the bed. The king-size bed was placed facing the door. The bedding was in shades of sea foam green and an icy light blue. Pillows were piled everywhere. She turned and found Mason watching her, his gaze intent. “Nice bed,” she managed to squeak. He smiled, a quick bowing of his lips that faded almost as fast as it had appeared. He was clearly expecting her to bolt. It would be the prudent thing to do, after all, only she wasn’t feeling very sensible. She kicked off her sneakers. He cocked an eyebrow at her. His sneakers landed on top of hers. She lifted her right leg, pointing her foot at him. With index finger and thumb – and a smirky little smile – he pulled off her sock and let it drop to the floor. She lifted the other foot for the same treatment, setting it down before he could make a grab for her bare toes. He pulled off his tee shirt. She was sure she was gawking. The man had a gorgeous chest. Broad and muscular with flat planes and definition without undue bulk. A patch of curly dark hair graced the center of his chest and trailed down across his stomach in a dark line that disappeared into his jeans. He had nice abs and could probably work up a good six-pack if he wanted them. She suspected he was more concerned with feeling good and staying healthy than vanity, though. He closed the distance between them. She was rooted to the spot, barely able to breathe. He pulled her into his arms, his hand slipping beneath her shirt. She shivered as his warm hands moved over the smoothness of her back. “Take off your blouse.” He didn’t wait for her to struggle with lifting her hands. His nimble fingers undid the top buttons then slid the fabric from her shoulders. His lips touched the soft skin below her ear, trailing
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Tales of Love & Lust Very carefully she pulled the zipper tab down. The shorts dropped off his hips. He wore turquoise low-rise briefs that didn’t quite contain him in his current state. She had to tease him, provided her voice worked. “Nice color, Mason.” “Glad you like it.” His voice was deep and rich with humor. “I debated about these or the maroon striped ones, you know.” She kept her head down so he couldn’t see her smiling. Hooking her index fingers under the cotton she very carefully peeled the briefs down. His cock came free, full and heavy, and so very male. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked. His skin was a smooth, silky softness rolling over a steel core. His scent was clean, musky male. “Oh, god,” he moaned, his breathing suddenly gone ragged. His hands tightened convulsively on her shoulders. She delicately touched her tongue to the glans, teasing around the rim with the lightest pressure she could manage. She cupped his sac, feeling its weight without applying any pressure. He quivered under her touch. She’d not done much of this before but she would pleasure him as he’d pleasured her and just hope she did it good enough. Not too good, though. She wanted to feel him come inside her. She took him in her mouth, reveling in the way his body jerked, marveling that she could draw that low sound out of him. She held the base of his cock, feeling him pulse beneath her fingers. Her body echoed his, throbbing with renewed need. His hands were restless on her shoulders, moving to smooth her hair, trailing down her arms to guide her hand to what pressure pleased him the most. In what seemed like only a few moments he stopped her. “I can’t take much more of that, baby. It feels too good.” She gave him one final lick before releasing him. He scooped her up and dropped her on the pillows. She started tossing them off the bed. He yanked the comforter from underneath her sending her off into laughter. The sheets were cool and soft against her skin.
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Chapter Seven Mason straddled her, his knees gripping her hips. She was incredible, sprawled under him, so open to him. He was assaulted by the most primal urges he’d ever experienced. He’d have thrown his head back and howled but for fear she’d think him crazy. She’d be right in that assessment at this particular moment. He had lost his mind. It had definitely gone south. She hadn’t bolted and he’d been sure she would back away when the moment came. Every instinct he possessed told him she wasn’t the sort of woman who bedded every man she met. Yet here she was with him. She’d thought about being with him, too, and wanted him badly enough to plan accordingly. He’d felt her diaphragm. The thought he might be going skin-to-skin with her without latex between them had about unmanned him. Not that he’d argue if she nixed the idea because he wouldn’t. He’d suit up without comment. But to feel the textured softness of her body sheathing him would be such a gift of trust, one he hadn’t yet earned but couldn’t help but hope for. She was looking up at him, her lips bowed in a slight smile. What he wouldn’t give to know what women thought about during sex. “You think I’ll scream? Is that a promise or a dare?” He grinned. “We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” He leaned over and pulled open one of the drawers built into the wall. He dropped several packets of condoms on her belly.
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Tales of Love & Lust “Which one?” He choked on his own saliva. She ducked her head against his chest and laughed at him. “Both of them,” he finally got out. That was true. He was already half hard again and wanting to dispose of the used condom in the worst kind of way. But nothing, absolutely nothing, would make him let go of her until she asked him to. She fit against him perfectly. Her curves and his angles complimented the other. She sighed, a deeply contented sound that spoke of her comfort in his arms. He finally relaxed against her. Her stomach growled. “We can head on down the coast for lunch whenever you want, baby.” “I know. I don’t want to move. I don’t think I can move just yet.” “I have to. I’ve got to get to the bathroom and then sneak to the galley and get us something to drink.” She ran her toes along the top of his foot. “Do you happen to have shower facilities on this dinghy?” “Why, yes we have a shower.” He tipped her chin up and kissed her softly. “Now my imagination is running amok.” “Run it to the galley first. I am rather thirsty.” “I’m parched.” He rolled her beneath him and took her mouth. Her lips parted and he plundered. She opened to him and let him amuse himself. She wasn’t passive, no, merely acquiescing to his wants. Deep in her throat she made a trilling sound and stretched, catlike, beneath him. It was enough to make his eyes cross. “Just how …thirsty … are you?” “I’ve had one helluva dry spell. How ‘bout you?” He suspected hers had been longer than his. He’d had a few interesting dates after his divorce. The experiences had left him hollow and he’d avoided them since.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “Ditto.” She pulled his mouth back down to hers. She boldly licked his lips. Their tongues danced and played until he was breathless. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them. She propped up on his chest. “You can’t get us drinks from down there, Mason.” “I know. Are you getting any ideas being up there, Gayle?” “All sorts of ideas.” She hopped off him and darted into the bathroom, her bottom twitching prettily. He fished the blue condom out of the sheets and tossed it in the trash. Where the hell had he gotten that thing, anyway? Well, it had been fun when she’d put it on him but he was not going there again. She came out of the small bath and walked toward the bed. God, she was lovely, her curves in the right places and no ribs showing to be counted. She stopped and put her hands on her hips. “What?” “I’m just admiring, baby.” He tried, and failed, to keep a straight face. The day just kept getting better. He didn’t deserve this streak of luck. Her gaze swept down his body, head to toe, and then back up to rest on his groin. She cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled impishly. He grabbed his shorts and pulled them on. “Iced tea, coming up.” He patted her bare bottom as he went by her and up the steps. It wasn’t until he dug some ice out of the small freezer that he realized his hands were shaking. He knew why, too. It was fear. Fear she’d get away. Fear he didn’t measure up – to what he could only imagine. He’d loved his ex-wife. She’d found him lacking and left him for a man with more money and more leisure time to devote to her. He had to work for his money, sometimes long hours. He refused to spend all his earnings. He planned to retire comfortably someday and that took dedication and attention to financial matters. He liked some luxuries, true, but he settled for cheaper cars and a smaller boat to keep his spending in line. His ex-wife had not been appreciative.
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Chapter Eight Gayle plumped up the pillows and pulled the sheet up over her breasts. It was poor protection against stupidity. What the hell was she doing here? Setting herself up for a world of heartache? Mason was incredible - an addictive kind of incredible. Aside from his choice of profession, the total package of the man was just too good to be true. Yet she knew it was. She was even wavering on the profession. Julie spoke well of him so he had to travel the high road in his dealings with people. So what was she really doing here? Getting laid, yes, and that had been worth the trip. And the trip probably wasn’t over. She very much doubted Mason Landis was a one shot wonder. He didn’t need a glass of tea, he was pacing himself and that was quite all right with her. The original plan of a nice afternoon with a handsome man had suddenly taken on a different light. She didn’t want just one afternoon with Mason. She wanted to explore all sorts of possibilities with him. Was it just the sex making her feel this way? She tried to separate the sex from the rest of her time with him. It was impossible. She suspected the deepest part of her consciousness already knew what she was trying to logically decide. Mason was in a class all by himself. She wiggled down into the softness of the bed and closed her eyes, sighing. The gentle rocking of the boat was soothing, lulling her towards sleep. Sleep would be a waste of this afternoon. She didn’t want to miss one moment with him, just in case there were no more afternoons with him. Yep. This adventure had heartbreak written all over it. She sat up straighter and listened for any sound of Mason moving about in the galley. There was silence. The only sounds were the water lapping softly against the boat and the call of nearby seagull. The steps creaked and he padded into the room on silent paws.
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Tales of Love & Lust He was just too gorgeous in cut-off jeans, no shirt, tousled hair, and bare feet. She liked this look better than when he was in a suit. He looked accessible, younger. Her gaze drifted to his groin. Oh my. He grinned, a big, smug, male grin, and handed her a tumbler of tea before leaning back on the pillows with her. He draped his arm behind her shoulders. She leaned against him. The heat rose between them where their skin touched. That was okay. He could sweat all over her all he needed to. He kissed her temple. “We can grab a quick shower and go on down for lunch, or I can get all cheeky and call and see if my buddy Bob will send someone up with a picnic basket.” “Oh, right. Pizza delivery by boat,” she said dryly. She didn’t doubt he’d be bold enough to make the call. She supposed that if you had a yacht that you paid to dock in a fancy marina you knew people who would bring you a pizza on the water. “Don’t scoff. Bob owes me a few favors.” He kissed the tip of her nose then laughed. “This would cover them all, though.” “You’re not joking, are you?” “Nope. I hope you’re joking about pizza. I had something a little nicer in mind.” More sex would be nicer but I’m trying not to be greedy. She smiled. He looked at her quizzically but didn’t ask what she found so amusing. “I love pizza, but I’m not sure I’m ready to experience special delivery by boat.” He was silent for long moments, his gaze fixed on some spot beyond the far wall. Here it came. They were going to get down to it now. Part of her was going to be relieved to get it over and done with. He could just take her back to her car and not bother with lunch. She wasn’t hungry any longer.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight Another part of her wanted to weep for possibilities only imagined but still lost. He leaned over and plucked his cell phone off the floor. He pushed a few numbers and asked for Bob when the connection went through. He didn’t even have to beg or grovel. Bob was sending lunch right away. He slipped the phone in his pocket and leaned back beside her again. “You didn’t have to do that, Mason.” “I talk better if I’m not hungry.” She heard the distant note in his voice. Her throat tightened. “What I meant was you don’t have to try and spoil me.” “Why not? Because when we get back to the marina you’re going to just walk away like there’s nothing going on between us? Let me have an afternoon, Gayle. That’s not a lot of time to hold me for a lifetime, is it?” The bitterness in his voice surprised her then his words sank in. For a lifetime. “Mason, I can’t talk in terms of next week much less a lifetime.” I’m afraid to. She turned to him, slipping her arms around his neck. He gathered her with the desperation of a drowning man. Her heart fluttered and began pounding. Someone had to take a chance and say it. Her stomach clenched. She’d made love with this man. It shouldn’t be so hard to say a few words. Should it? He buried his long fingers in her hair, cradling her head. It felt so good to be in his arms, so right. “Let’s not talk, Gayle. Let’s just enjoy having someone to hold for a little while.” The pulse beating in her throat threatened to choke her. “We do have to talk, Mason.” She took a deep breath and plunged ahead. “I don’t want this afternoon to be all there is. There’s something about you, okay? I don’t know what it is. I don’t want to dissect it. I don’t
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight Oh, lord! What was wrong with her? He said what she’d hoped he say and she reminded him they were moving too fast? She really was losing her mind. Thank heavens it appeared moving fast wasn’t a problem for him. “We’re not teenagers, baby. I’ve been divorced for a while. So have you. Do you feel this with every guy you meet? Do you do this with every guy you meet? I don’t.” She bit her lip. It didn’t help. The words spilled out. Relief that he wanted to see where their relationship might go made her giddy. “I hope you don’t do this with every guy you meet, too.” He grabbed her, cupping her bottom and lifting her feet off the floor. “You could get spanked.” He set down on the bed with her on his lap. She squeezed his bicep and rolled her eyes. He studiously ignored her. “Listen, Gayle, I don’t know what would be the ‘right’ thing to say to you to convince you I want more than one day, or night, with you. You’re different somehow. The way I am today, with you, is different. Better.” She nuzzled at his neck. “I know exactly what you mean. Are you nervous?” “You bet. I’ve had one serious relationship in my life and I didn’t do so well at it.” “Same here. It cost me a lot to get my life back in order—emotionally and financially.” He kissed her cheek. She turned her head and found his mouth. He tumbled them backwards across the bed. His tongue teased her lips. She opened to him and the kiss deepened to passion. She was breathless when she pulled away. She looked up into his gleaming eyes. No one knew the future. All anyone ever had was today, and the hope of days to come. Now they had the shared hope of having someone to travel those days with, come what may. Could it have been just yesterday that a chance meeting brought them together? Had the universe been moving them toward each other at
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Cyber Lover by
Monica M. Martin
Samantha had just stepped out of the bathtub when the phone rang. She ignored it and went about drying herself. When its piercing shriek pealed a second time, she muttered a curse and hastily donned her toweling dressing gown. She hurried down the dimly lit hallway and into the cozy lounge room, almost tripping in her haste. She picked up the receiver and panted a breathy, “Hello.” “Hi, it’s Alex…” His silky voice resonated down the line, titillating her ears and caressing her senses. Her heart raced. So close and yet so far… If only she could reach out and touch him... Samantha flopped onto the soft leather lounge and closed her eyes, erotic images flooding her mind. A Londoner, and a computer geek, twenty-seven year-old Samantha made cyber friends all over the globe. She’d met Alex online two years ago, when he’d emailed her, stating he liked her profile and wanted to be
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight her cyber companion so-to-speak, she readily agreed, his graciousness striking a chord within her. A successful stockbroker, thirty-eight year-old Alex hailed from New York. She found his sunny disposition rather refreshing and grew to like him, long before that first photograph…that first voice chat, and before she saw his vibrant smile splash across her monitor. They shared everything humanly possible in their cyber world, and even managed to fall head-over-heels in love, as the first year rolled by. Samantha’s friends thought she was crazy, but she didn’t care, she and Alex had a unique relationship and she was keeping it. “Are you there?” Samantha cleared her throat. “Yes, I’m here.” She hadn’t heard from Alex in two weeks and her emotions were overwhelming her. “I hope you don’t mind my calling you at this hour? Happy birthday, baby.” He’d remembered! Moisture dampened her eyes and she choked back a sob. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Ah… Yes, I’m fine.” “I’m sorry, I should have called earlier.” He sighed. “It’s just that I—” “I’m glad you did, no matter the hour,” Samantha quickly interjected. “I’ve missed you dreadfully. How are you?” “I’m fine, and you? How does it feel to be twenty-seven?” Samantha toyed with her damp hair, staring blankly at the inky spirals. “It would have been wonderful, if you were here to share the day with me.” “Well,” he laughed warmly, “you’d better let me in then, baby.” Samantha’s heartbeat accelerated, she swallowed several times, her mouth dry. “Alex, don’t tease.” “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d take you up on your offer.” “I don’t believe you.” 122
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Tales of Lust & Love “I’m standing before a hideous green door staring at a brass knocker with a lion’s head on it. Furthermore, it’s extremely cold ou--” Samantha dropped the phone, and with no thought to her appearance, hurried to the front door and flung it open. Tall and tanned, with tousled dark-hair, wearing a cream cashmere pullover and a pair of blue jeans, Alex looked incredible. He presented her with a crooked smile and open arms. A soft cry escaped her as she lunged at him, throwing her arms about him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck. “You feel good and you smell divine, better than I imagined. I—I love you.” “I love you, too,” he said gruffly,” stroking her hair. His lips, firm, and yet soft, touched her forehead. “I hope you like your gift.” “Indeed, it’s the best one ever.” She pulled back and smiled, meeting his intense blue gaze. Burying his hands in her hair, he dipped his head and kissed her mouth. His lips whispered over hers, drawing at them, his tongue tasting, before delving into the moist recesses of her mouth to tentatively play with hers, and just when she thought the kiss would deepen, he ended it. “You are more beautiful in person, Samantha.” “Flattery will get you many things...” “Will it get me an invite inside?” “Hmm…” She cupped his neck, stood on tiptoes, and drew his mouth back down to hers. “Make it worth my while, Alex.” With a groan, he pushed her against the wall and pressed into her, his cock like steel. They kissed frantically, his hands going beneath her robe, his fingers sinking into her ass as he ground himself against her. His lips blazed a fiery path over her throat and to her ear. “Is the prelude good enough?” he asked, his teeth sinking into her ear. “Oooh, yes.” Samantha clung to him, not wanting to let go. He kissed her softly, his tongue gently caressing hers. God, he tasted good! Her body molded to his, straining to be closer, his clothing frustrating her to no end.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight He pushed the door open and carried her to the lounge. She fell back and pulled him with her. Reaching for his fly, she unzipped him, pushing his jeans and boxers down. His heated flesh sprang free and her greedy eyes feasted. She wrapped her fingers around his velvety cock and her thumb rolled over the moist head, as she stroked up and down. God, he was hard! “I’ve imagined this for so long,” he said, in a tormented voice. “You know what you’re doing.” “I certainly do.” Releasing his cock, she tongued the underside on his shaft, his musky scent enveloping her. “Ooh.” He gripped his cock and moved closer, pushing it into her mouth. “Suck it for me, baby.” She clasped his hips and drew him deep. He moved back and forth, watching her suck, the expression on his face one of rapture. It wasn’t long before he spilled into her mouth. His eyes never left her. She licked her lips, smiling up at him as she lay back. “Come here.” Her pussy throbbed. She wanted him inside her now. Pulling her robe aside, he stroked her body, pinching at her nipples, watching them harden. “Beautiful.” He bent and kissed her aching breasts. His fingers moved to work at her clit, batting it back and forth, before sliding inside her vagina and rotating to touch that special space inside her, wringing moans from deep within. She reached for release, feeling it build inside her as pleasurable pulses throbbed through her body. To her disappointment, his fingers ceased moving and his lips left her skin. She opened her eyes to find him rolling on a rubber. “I can’t wait, forgive my selfishness,” he said. She smiled and nodded in understanding. He climbed over her, his hands moving to cup her ass, his lips meeting hers. “I’m so glad I came.” “I’m so glad you came, too. Now it’s my turn.” He laughed with her. She wrapped her legs around him and arched up, he slid into her, filling her.
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Tales of Lust & Love His hips rotated and thrust at the same time, his thumb working on her clit in tune. She happily gave in to the shattering orgasm that swiftly overtook her. He came seconds later, his gasps and groans smothered against her neck. “I’m sorry.” “Samantha laughed. “I’m not. That was just what I needed.” He kissed her mouth. ‘I didn’t imagine it this way. I can’t wait to get inside you again, make love to you slowly and thoroughly.” He climbed from her and pulled her against him. “Do you mind if I stay the night?” “Of course not, I’d love you to stay.” “My bags are at the hotel and my overnight bag is on your doorstep.” He chuckled. “Oh.” Disappointment filled her and she lowered her eyes. “I’m in London for ten days. I didn’t want to intrude.” “You wouldn’t be intruding.” “Since you’re on holiday, I figured you could show me around in your spare time.” He flashed dazzling smile. “You’re welcome to stay here. I’d love to have you.” “I don’t—” “Please.” God, she sounded desperate! “It will be my pleasure.” He kissed her lingeringly. “By the way, did I tell you I’m in the market for a new home?” “Here in London?” She dared not hope. “Indeed, life is too short to procrastinate. I love you and I want us to try this relationship thing for real.” “Oh, yes. Tears of joy filled her eyes.
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Always by
Brenda Williamson
Brinley ran along the muddied wharf looking at the enormous ship. She tried to spot her brother Everett among the sailors. Men unloaded cargo, others hugged family, yet she couldn’t find him. The first glimpse she had of anyone familiar was the Captain of the merchant vessel. She hesitated in calling out to him. Not only would it be unseemly for her to shout, but she didn’t know Lucas Pemberton very well. After months at sea, she wondered if he remembered her. It seemed unlikely. Though, each time she and her brother went to the market square they ran into him. “Captain!” she finally yelled, worried she hadn’t seen Everett yet. “Captain Pemberton!” He turned his head toward her. While trying to hold her muff, her reticule and the box of chocolates for her brother, she waved. Her heart fluttered when he put a hand up to acknowledge her. She felt strange inside from his stare. She passed it off as excitement.
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Tales of Lust & Love He’d not known how her fantasies of him had escalated. Certainly, he’d not see the way her heart hammered a little faster, the closer he came or guess how she retraced every vivid detail about him in her mind. The crowds of people kept getting in her way. She bumped into men, women, and children alike. Her apologies ignored, she hurried along hoping the Captain would tell her that Everett had some important work onboard and he’d be along shortly. She had so many plans just waiting for her brother’s return. With his wages they would buy a small cottage in the country. He would paint beautiful landscapes as he had always wanted. She would take in boarders, or laundry or something. Then, between the both of them, they would enjoy a life beyond the staunchness of their aunt. Everett would never leave her to deal with life’s problems and she’d not have to remain a companion to their overbearing great aunt Margaret. “Miss Pageant, I was hoping I’d find you here.” Lucas gave her a cheerless smile and still her heart trembled with the possibilities she imagined from his simple statement. “Miss Pageant.” He took her arm and started walking along. “I have some rather disturbing...” “Where’s Everett?” She pulled her arm from the link of his. “Where is he?” She backed up and looked at the gangplank now void of anyone getting on or off the ship. “Sorry for your loss, Miss Pageant.” A man tipped his cap as he passed. She spun around watching the man and then she looked at the Captain. He appeared tired, worn out from the trip and distressed by something else. “Everett is still onboard working. You have him cleaning the hold or scrubbing the galley?” “Miss Pageant.” He reached for her.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “Tell me, I don’t care if he has another day left to finish his job. Though, he has always hated cleaning pots so I must warn you, he’ll be very slow at it.” She tried to ignore the dark rings beneath his eyes. A good night’s sleep and he’d recover from the exhausting trip. Wrinkles accented the corners of his eyes like arrows pointing out the distressed expression. “Miss Pageant, listen to me.” He grabbed her wrist. She pulled from his grip and hurried toward the gangplank. Her gaze scanned the men near the ship. “Brinley.” The Captain came up behind her and his fingers folded around her upper arms. “There was a storm and he was washed overboard.” “Everett can swim.” She informed him as if it would change the news. She saw another of Everett’s friends walking toward her. He, like the gentlemen before, tipped his hat. “Good afternoon, Miss Pageant. I’m ever so sorry about Everett. He was a good man and an excellent sailor and—” “He’s all right, the Captain was about to tell me how no one saw him get back aboard, weren’t you, Captain Pemberton?” Things began slipping from her grip and she couldn’t stop them. “You got him back, is that not right?” She closed her eyes as the Captain’s fingers tightened on her arms. “Move along.” The Captain told the man. A silence followed—for a second, a minute or for a very long time, she couldn’t recall. The heat of the Captain’s breath swept along her cheek and made her shake even more. “He’s gone, Brinley. I couldn’t get him back.” The muff slipped from her hand. Her reticule followed, and the chocolates clattered on the wood dock. She opened her eyes and looked down at them. The box with the pieces of candy had opened and spilled. Little balls of shaped confections rolled. People continued to walk by never noticing they stepped on the errant chocolates. She felt
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Tales of Lust & Love lightheaded. Lucas stooped and retrieved just her reticule and muff. He held them without offering them to her. “I’ll take you home,” he whispered. “No,” she tried to move but couldn’t feel her legs. “I have to wait for Everett.” Her body wobbled and the thought of gumdrops came to mind. When she ate them, they wiggled between her teeth with no strength to resist the weight of her bite. Her knees felt made of the same substance. “I’ve got you, Brinley” His arms acting as supports to her weighted limbs, surrounded her waist. “We had so many plans, so much to accomplish.” She pushed herself free of Lucas. She heard herself babbling and she didn’t have time to stand around and talk. She needed to think. The very idea of returning to her aunt’s cruelty, forced her to push her grief aside. Everett, if no one else, would be the first to understand the horrible living conditions they endured. “I’ll take these.” She reached for the parasol and the reticule. “I’ll carry them for you.” “No, I must go. I’ve things to do.” She snatched them from his grip and hurried away. Brinley ran through the crowd without stopping to think where she’d go. “Brinley!” The Captain yelled her name. “Brinley, wait!” She didn’t want to wait, and yet, the magic of hearing him call to her, fell in the path of her longing dreams. “Brinley.” He caught up to her and grabbed her arm. “Let me go,” she begged. “You’ve ruined everything.” The words fell from her lips without any reason other than her frustration. She knew it the moment his face wrinkled with sadness. It wasn’t his fault her brother wanted to earn a considerable amount of money. If she needed to lay blame, it would have to be on herself. “Brinley, I’m sorry.”
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “No, I am. He wanted to take me away from my aunt. We were to take care of each other—live in the country, in a nice home and never have any worries.” Tears started to fall and she swatted them from her cheeks. “Everything was all arranged.” The Captain’s arms circled her and pulled her up against him. “I’m sorry, Brinley.” He rubbed her back. “If I could have changed places with Everett, I would have.” The scent of the sea clung heavily to his clothes. The scent of him permeated her nostrils and she inhaled the masculine musk. “I don’t know what to do,” she cried into the collar of his wool coat. “I don’t have anyone now.” Lucas patted down his clothing and produced a handkerchief for Brinley as she sniffed back tears. He offered it, but didn’t let go when she accepted. Something about her vulnerability had him wanting to do everything for her. “Things will turn out all right.” He took the linen and dabbed at the tears on her smooth cheeks. He surrounded her shoulders with a gentle hold and led her along the wharf. Silence fastened in place between them. “This isn’t the way home.” “I know.” He took her arm. “I’m taking you to my apartment.” “It wouldn’t be proper for me to go there. You’ll think I’m...I’m...” “I think you’re upset and need someone to look after you. Everett explained to me how you both didn’t like living with your aunt.” It took no more than ten minutes to reach the two-story building where he lived. He guided her up the stairs and inside the foyer. “I’m on the second floor,” he stated. She put a hand on the railing in the dim entryway and turned around. “Are you bringing me here to have your way with me?” “Of course not!” 130
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Tales of Lust & Love “Why not?” Her eyes grew wide as if he insulted her. “Your brother was my closest friend. I would never do anything that would tarnish his trust in me.” Tears formed in her eyes again and he steered her up the stairs. Lucas unlocked the door and let her in ahead of him. He put her reticule and muff in a chair. “It’s cold in here,” she commented. “The gas is off.” He walked to the sealed up fireplace hearth. She followed him like a trained animal, or a desperate woman afraid of the future. He turned on the valve to the space heater and lit a match to the pilot light. In a low whoosh, flames raced along a pipe and the heater began producing warmth. “Maybe you don’t think I’m pretty? Others have said I am, but then maybe your tastes in a girl’s appearance run a different route. Everett never liked girls I thought were very appealing. Some I would venture to even say were quite plain.” “You are extremely pretty.” “Then why wouldn’t you want to have your way with me.” He turned a lamp on and the room had a hazy yellow glow instead of the dimness from the one window Brinley looked out. He watched her strain to see the way they came from his ship. She stayed quiet and he suspected she had a need to continue searching for her brother. “It’s snowing again. Maybe this time it will snow enough to cover the dirty parts of the city,” she commented. The small room warmed easily. Lucas removed his coat and went to her when she tried getting hers off. “Let me help.” He stood behind her and pulled it down her arms. Tossing it to a chair, he put his hands on her shoulders. “I could make some tea?” “I feel so alone.” She hugged herself.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight Lucas hated to see her in pain. He had loved her from afar for a long time. Not until he and Everett were out to sea did he confess the chance meetings in the marketplace were actually engineered by him. Brinley Pageant outshined every woman he knew and he had hardly spoken to her those brief encounters. But each week, he went to the marketplace and didn’t leave until he had those minutes to be near her. “I promised Everett if anything should happen to him I’d take care of you.” The words rushed out of him. “You did?” She turned around. “Brinley, you’ll never be alone.” Lucas quickly gathered her to him. Tears fell like a waterfall and he pulled her face to his chest. Her arms snaked up his sides and held on behind his shoulders. She wept uncontrollably for several minutes and he held her tighter. “Shhh, don’t cry, Brinley.” He kissed the side of her head. Her sobs sputtered to a halt and he feared he had pushed his comfort on her, too far. She twisted her face up and pressed her lips to his jaw. Not once, like a thank you, but several times her delicate kisses cooled his skin. “Brinley, you don’t have to do this.” His head bowed lower as if he couldn’t fight the magnetic draw of her mouth. “Lucas.” She breathed his name and it bonded them. He caught her parted lips with his and kissed her with tenderness. Her breath, with a hint of chocolate, mingled with his in a sigh. She deserved more. “We can’t do this.” He gripped her upper arms and pushed her back. He stared at her face looking for the stress of her brother’s death. “Kiss me, again.” Her sweet lips puckered. “No.” He stared at her watery eyes. “Kissing you is wrong.” “I’m not asking for more than to be kissed.” She pushed against his grip on her. “Brinley, you don’t know what you’re saying. You’re in shock and you would hate me for taking advantage.” 132
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Tales of Lust & Love Her bottom lip trembled. Denying himself, he could live with. Denying her anything, broke down his reserve and Lucas tugged her closer than before. Brinley’s mouth crashed against his with the matched eagerness. As soon as her delicate lips, soft and moist touched his, he backed toward the bedroom. Her feet shuffled between his steps. “You smell so good, Brinley.” He raked his hands over her back, fighting the urge to strip the clothes from her slender body. She squirmed as tight as barnacles to a ship’s hull and it made reasonable thoughts hard. “I like the way you smell, too.” she murmured. He broke free of her. “I stink of the voyage.” He turned away. “I need to shave and clean up.” He moved for the bathroom door. It seemed the best way to put a barrier between them, giving him time to think. “Make yourself at home while I wash up and then I’ll take you home.” Sorrowful-eyed and on the verge of tears, Brinley stared at him as he shut himself in his room. A part of him wanted her to run from him. She’d be a little embarrassed, but at least he would have saved her from throwing herself at him out of desperation. Lucas shaved first while the cast iron tub filled with water. Touching his dry, sun-cracked mouth, he relived those seconds of Brinley’s silky lips pressed against his. She exuded sweetness in every sense, from sight to smell, from feel to taste. Even her voice had a charm he compared to none. He turned off the water in the tub and slid into the soothing liquid. At the same time there came a knock on the door. “Lucas, can I come in?” she asked. “No!” He paused and resumed scrubbing the bar of soap into the washcloth. He began at his feet, up his legs and went over everything quickly, thinking to get back to Brinley—however, she came to him.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “I don’t want to be alone out there.” She slipped into the room. “Brinley.” He rose up from the water without thought to his nakedness. She stood alongside the tub, dressed in only her undergarments. Her gaze followed his. Her arms swung around his neck and he climbed from the tub to gather the length of her to him. “Brinley, I’ll take care of you no matter what. You don’t have to do this.” “Lucas.” She curved her fingers over his ear, tucking back the wet strands of his hair. “Please.” His chest tightened with the innocence of her trusting eyes. She had trusted him before with her brother’s life and he let her down. His body went cold with remorse and he pried her from him. Brinley turned away, embarrassed for throwing herself at the captain. In her dreams things were real between them—he loved her and he wanted her. She rushed out of the bathroom, ashamed and confused. “Brinley wait.” She didn’t dare turn. Lucas was naked. Lifting up her dress, she struggled to get it in order and pulling it over her head. Lucas’ hands on her arms prevented her from accomplishing the task. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I thought if you wanted to take care of me, you’d want me for...” “I want to take care of you.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back to him. “And I want you for you.” “Then why don’t you want to make love to me?” “I do.” He kissed her hair. “I want you in that way very much, except you’re upset by your brother’s death. It has left you vulnerable and I want you to understand that I’d take care of you regardless of whether you want me.” 134
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Tales of Lust & Love “I do want you, Lucas. I looked forward each market day with the chance at seeing you.” “As did I.” He kissed her neck and she tilted her head. “You did?” “Yes. I’d wait hours each time just to arrange our accidental meeting. I didn’t know Everett suspected until we were on the ship and he confronted me about it.” Brinley tossed the dress away from her. She turned to the guidance of Lucas’ hands and kisses. He scooped her up, and without opening her eyes, she accepted his mouth on hers. Shamelessly, she caressed his bare back as he carried her to the bedroom. He stood her next to the bed and slowly his hands removed her remaining clothes. The chemise fell away and his warm hands touched her breasts. His gentleness stirred a million sensations of excitement. “You’re very soft.” His fingers made a continuous circling motion over her excited nipple. She smiled and placed her hand on his chest. Stoking the short fibers of hair, she explored the expanse of his chest. The broad shoulders, strongly muscled, caught her attention. She’d seen her brother without a shirt, and he wasn’t built like Lucas. He didn’t have the contours of muscle covered in toasted brown skin. “I like the feel of you,” she whispered a kiss to the center of his chest. He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. “You’re not frightened by intimacy?” “Should I be?” “I thought it natural for a woman to be frightened her first time.” He took a long look at her. “This is your first time, is it not?” “Yes.” “And you’re not nervous?” “Nervous, yes, frightened, no.” She moved close enough for her breasts to touch his ribs. “I trust you.”
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight Lucas crushed her against him. His mouth fit over hers and he took her breath away. His kiss punctuated every one of her secret sentiments. They shared emotions of lust and love through touch. His tongue pushed hers and swept from side to side. She mimicked the moves and leaned into his delightful moans. Her need to nurture his desire to help her get away from her aunt was abandoned to the passion he extracted. He lowered her to the bed, never taking his mouth from hers. Sipping, sucking at her lips, he made thought nearly impossible. “You taste delicious, Brinley. I want to eat you up.” “Yes,” she murmured, liking the idea of his lips moving over her face. His kisses traveled down her neck, to her shoulders and the butterfly light brushes over her collarbone tickled her through to the pit of her belly. “I’m going to love every inch of your body.” His hot moist breath seared a path to her breast. Brinley gasped soundlessly when his mouth fastened over her nipple. Her chest rose and fell faster as heated sensations flowed to her toes. “Lucas,” she tried to draw his attention. “Lucas,” she gasped the plea as his suckling grew intense. She felt faint. Her skin dampened with every pore filling with perspiration. Amazingly, Lucas lapped up every drop from her torso. His fingers kneaded one breast while he licked and kissed over the other. Alternately, his devilment wet more than her skin. Inside the core of her body, muscles constricted and expelled a sexual balm. She squirmed, rocking her hips in agitation. Lucas’ fingers curled over the edge of her pantalets. They were loosely tied, so when he pulled, the cloth slid. Taking her under-drawers along for the ride, he worked the garments from her hips. She didn’t think of the exposure of her sex until his kisses were grazing the fringes. The ache deepened.
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Tales of Lust & Love “Lucas, please.” She wove her fingers into his hair and hung onto this moving head. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. The parting of his hot breath from her flesh sent a frightful chill through her. “No.” She pushed his face back into the crux of her legs. He made a sound, a laugh of sorts and it tickled her insides. Numb with hysterical excitement, she soon realized the vibration of her insides was doubled with Lucas’ hums of pleasure. “Kiss me,” she begged. And he did, right where she wanted. Deeper and deeper his tongue probed. His hands rubbed the insides of her thighs. Friction heated her and she couldn’t stay still. The pantalets and under-drawers were at her knees and each time she pulled her leg up, they worked lower. Once they hung from one ankle, Lucas swept a hand down her leg and pushed them to the floor. He slid up over her, dragging his tongue along the contours of her belly and breasts. His mouth smashed against hers. Panting and heaving with the last shudders of her orgasm. She pushed her fingers to the back of his head and held on for the wildness of his kiss. Heavy, hot, and rapacious in his moves, he devoured every exhale she gave. She hardly thought of the hardness of his cock probing at her entrance until he drove it inside her. Brinley froze. Every muscle, every limb and even her breathing seized to a halt against the sharp pain. Lucas stopped moving, too. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Yes.” She considered saying no, but as he looked into her eyes, the pain she experienced, subsided to a dull ache. He flexed against her and she lived with the twinges reminding her of the moment she became a real woman. “The discomfort will go away.” He rocked harder.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight She thought he might not know and it relieved her that he did understand. Pushing her hands over his slick skin, she loved the feel of him reacting to her movements. Lifting her hips, he pushed them down. Rubbing his back, she arched. When the contractions of her insides pulsed, she raked her feet up the sides of his legs. The squirmy sensations intensified and it didn’t take long for him to start grunting harder, bouncing her up and down into the soft mattress until she gasped for a breath. The bed thumped the wall, the floor and other thumps tried to distract her. However, Lucas, showing her his love, wouldn’t let her think on any other sounds than his voice whispering affectionate words in her ear. “Brinley, sweet Brinley,” he groaned. “I could never hope to be deserving of you, my dearest lady.” His body shuddered to a stop and his lips went rigid upon hers. The ride was over, Lucas’ feral passion dissipated and she cried. Overwhelmed by the experience and still reeling from her brother’s death, Brinley sobbed uncontrollably. Lucas slid to the side of her and drew her in close, cuddling her as if she were a doll. “Do not regret this, Brinley.” His hand stroked over her head. “I would never.” She sniffled back the tears. “I love you.” “Brinley, I—” “Lucas, are you home?” A woman’s voice from the other room interrupted. Brinley gathered up the sheet around her, as Lucas bounded over her and out of the bed. He grabbed his pants and had them pulled up by the time he reached the door. “There you are. I’ve brought Alicia and when you didn’t answer my knock I thought—” The woman’s mouth didn’t move further when her eyes met Brinley’s.
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“If you’ll wait in the parlor, I’ll get dressed.” Lucas pushed the door shut. He stood for a moment absorbing the situation so he could deal with it. He turned to see Brinley had already managed to get her undergarments back on. “Who’s that?” she asked. “My mother.” “And Alicia, she’s...she’s your sister?” “She’s sort of my fiancée.” He moved toward her as she plopped down in shock on the edge of the bed. “I can explain.” “The explanation was clear enough.” She wiped her hand over her eyes. “There’s more.” “I don’t need to know more.” She darted around him and went for the door. “Brinley wait!” Bold as brass, she bolted from the room and he followed. “Excuse me, that’s mine.” She snatched her dress from Alicia’s hand. “Maybe you could dress in the other room.” His mother told Brinley. “This will only take me a minute.” She worked on the buttons, while dancing around slipping her feet into her shoes. Lucas didn’t know what to say. Brinley’s glare at him put a halt on making excuses to her. She’d see one fact only. As for his mother and his fiancée, they stared at him with different expressions. His mother— horrified. On Alicia’s face, he almost thought there was some twinkle of amusement, except when she glanced at Brinley the look turned to one of pity. “Brinley, wait.” He went to her when she grabbed her coat. “Let go of me.” Her voice hissed the demand.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight She grabbed the door handle and he watched her escape the apartment. “Brinley!” She ran down the stairs and he ran after her. Out the door to the snow-covered sidewalk, she managed to flee. He stopped when the icy coldness met his bare feet. “Brinley, come back!” She never looked back as she ran across the street and disappeared from his sight. Lucas went upstairs and stared at his mother first. It wasn’t her fault, but he needed a temporary place to lay blame until he could deal with it as his own fault. “Alicia wanted to come and I thought she should have an escort. It wouldn’t be proper to have her in your apartment alone until you were married.” His mother talked as if nothing of consequence transpired moments before. “Naturally, you have proven me right. Now are you not going to greet Alicia and beg her forgiveness for your foolishness?” “Alicia, it’s nice to see you again.” He advanced and his mother put a hand to his arm, stopping him. “I suggest clothes first.” She stepped closer, acting the obstacle between a woman that had seen him without a shirt before. “I’ll be right back,” he grumbled. Alicia smiled and he didn’t understand it. She should have been as upset as Brinley. He dressed and returned the parlor. “Alicia, I’m sorry you had to see...to witness this...” “Welcome home, Lucas.” She put her hands on his arms and leaned to kiss his cheek. Her sweet-minted breath brushed his skin with an airy kiss. “Offer to take just me to lunch,” she whispered. A private conversation sounded very agreeable to him since he had to break her heart. While Alicia had been a very close childhood friend, they 140
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Tales of Lust & Love had grown apart in their later years, making it hard for him to tell her everything. Before the voyage, he should have told her his obsession with Brinley, except Brinley somehow seemed unobtainable to him and he left his options open. “Mother, I think Alicia and I should have a quiet lunch together. If you have your coach waiting, maybe we could drop you at home.” He looked at Alicia, forgetting to ask her. “That is if Alicia is agreeable.” “Yes, Lucas. I would love to hear about your travels.” His mother nodded in agreement. “Shall we?” He grabbed his coat. The sooner he could get free of his mother and Alicia, the sooner he could find Brinley. Time had a way of moving slowly and speed was essential. His mother talked about a wedding he didn’t plan to go through with, and Alicia agreeing with every detail made him feel terrible. The drive to the house also had its own frustrating moments with the heavy snow and the steel bands of the wheels sticking to the ice. If he could have tossed his mother to the walk, he would have, instead he got down and escorted her to the door. “Do you love her?” Alicia asked when he jumped back into the coach. “About Brinley.” The coach lurched as it started for the restaurant. Alicia’s fingers pressed his lips. “Do you love her or was she some form of relief after a long voyage?” “The choices are extreme. I actually know very little of Brinley personally. Her brother sailed with me and told me endless stories about her. Unfortunately, he was lost at sea during a storm.” “And you were giving her comfort?” There was sadness in her sigh. “Yes, but I do believe I love her.” “Oh, thank goodness!” She squeezed his hand in hers. “Lucas, we’ve never been right together for a marriage. I knew that when my parents
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight were plotting it. But I worried I may never meet anyone that I feel comfortable around such as I do when I’m with you.” “Alicia, what are you saying?” “I met someone. Several months before you left and I wanted to say something, except what if my feelings were wrong for him? What if he didn’t feel the same about me?” Lucas sank back against the seat as the weight on his soul lifted. “He’s asked to marry me! Oh, of course, I had to tell him about you and the arrangement of our marriage. However, he’s forgiven me the small omission and he still wants to marry me. I didn’t want to hurt you and...oh Lucas, things couldn’t have turned out better!” she sung in his ear while hugging him. She sat back and looked at him. Her pretty eyes watered with joy and it made him feel good. “Oh, you haven’t said anything. You really don’t want to marry me, do you?” “No Alicia, I don’t. You expressed my sentiments exactly. Thank goodness.” The coach stopped and Lucas opened the door. “Lucas, I hope you don’t mind, but I felt I knew you’d release me from my commitment and I asked Randolph to meet me here.” She looked away. Lucas followed her gaze toward the man waiting near the door of the restaurant. “I was hoping you could meet him.” “I’d be happy to meet him, Alicia.” He took her hand and helped her from the coach. “Randolph,” she called to the tall man shivering and waiting for who knew how long. Randolph hurried toward them and took the hands Alicia held out. “Lucas, this is Randolph Shaw.” Alicia’s smile exuded happiness. “Lucas Pemberton.” He held his hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” 142
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Tales of Lust & Love “And you.” Randolph looked to Alicia. “Are we all right then?” Lucas smiled at her when she looked to him. “We are indeed.” He nodded to Randolph. “On one condition, you take well care of her.” “That not need be a concern, Captain Pemberton. Alicia will be my life.” Lucas kissed Alicia on the cheek and wished her well. She had the happiness she deserved and now he had to go hunt his down and take it if need be. The ride to the part of the city Brinley lived in was not far from his apartment by the docks. Not the best of areas, but at least she was on the outside fringes near better people. He trotted up the steps to the front door and banged the knocker rather hard. A few minutes later the door opened. “Lucas, what are you doing here?” Brinley pushed him away and stepped out side. “I’ve come to talk to you.” “There’s nothing to say.” She rubbed her arms as the cold nipped at her skin. “Here, put this around you.” He took off his coat. “No, now go away before my aunt finds out.” “Who’s come to the door, Brinley?” A rather harsh woman bellowed. “It’s no one.” Brinley called back. Lucas flung the coat around her shoulders and pulled it closed. “What is this?” He touched lightly to the bruising on her cheek. “My aunt slapped me.” Her eyes watered. “For heaven’s sake, why?” “I told her what happened to Everett and she thought I was gone far too long if I was told he was dead.” Lucas cringed inside. He never fully believed the reports of abuse Everett told him about.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight Brinley jerked as the door behind her was tugged from her grasp. She stumbled, but he didn’t allow her to fall. Lucas pulled her to him and he looked at the woman in the doorframe. “Unhand my niece at once, sir.” Lucas pulled Brinley closer. “Madam, I’m here for niece.” “No.” the woman jerked Brinley into the house. He bent down and picked up the coat on the stoop when it feel from Brinley’s shoulders. “Wait.” He stuck his foot in the door. “We don’t know you.” The woman tried pushing the door closed. “Go away before I call the authorities.” She banged the door on his foot. “Brinley, you have to talk to me.” “No, I don’t want to.” She voiced from behind her aunt. “You have a fiancée.” “Not anymore.” He shoved the door and grabbed Brinley’s hand. “You’re coming with me.” “Lucas!” He wrapped the coat around her shoulders. “Do you love me?” “Leave her be.” Brinley’s aunt came outside. Lucas guided Brinley off the steps and down the street. “Do you really love me?” He stopped and held her arms. “Do you want to leave this behind and marry me?” “Yes.” “Then come with me.” He cupped her face. “I love you, Brinley.” “What happened to Alicia?” “Alicia didn’t want to marry me anymore than I wanted to marry her. It was something our families thought up years ago and we went along. We’re friends and you’ll like her. As a matter of fact, she has met
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Tales of Lust & Love someone she does want to marry and gets me clean off the hook.” He brushed the tears from her face. “You’re cold.” Her hands went tentatively to his sides. “We should get in where it’s warm.” “You name it. I’ll take you anywhere.” She rose on her toes and kissed him. “Your apartment,” she whispered, nuzzling her cheek against his. “I want you to show me how much you love me.” “Always.”
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Ann Cory
Rays of sunlight poured in through the café window, and illuminated her gold-spun tresses. With pink polished fingertips, she moved a strand of hair from out of her smoldering brown eyes. As I sat only a few tables away, I was completely smitten. Her soft blue sweater reminded me of a blanketed sanctuary, a place of complete peace and comfort. If given the chance, I’d be that sweater – nestled close, and stretched tight over every inch of her porcelain body. She extended her pale bare legs out from underneath the table and scanned the menu intently. My eyes followed along her shapely calves, until the hem of her cream-colored skirt came into view. I felt like I was in a movie theater, waiting for the velvet curtain to rise so I could enjoy all the sights and sounds. The sneak peek was enough to arouse all my senses. A waitress made her rounds and stopped in front of the youthful beauty, blocking my view. I hoped she was going to order something that would take awhile to eat. Originally, I’d popped in for a coffee, but after
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Tales of Lust & Love seeing her I decided to order a sandwich. There was no rush. Any time spent in her presence was more than worth it. I imagined her lips tasted like red licorice ropes. Finally, the waitress moved and again I could see her, my main attraction, the star of the show. I wondered what she’d ordered. Was she one of those girls who watched their figure rigorously and only ate salad? Or was she adventurous and having a burger. I wondered how she sounded when she spoke. I had a feeling she had a soothing voice, something reminiscent of a lullaby. “Coffee-to-go for table seven,” the waitress called out to the men in the back kitchen. Panic rose in my throat. Sweat formulated along my forehead in a split second. How could this be? I tried to think up something rational to say without seeming desperate. It wasn’t beneath me to beg, but I’d never begged a woman to stay and talk with me before. My pulse raced with uncertainty. I had no idea if she had a boyfriend, or a husband for that matter. So many risks, I wasn’t sure I could pull it off with even an ounce of confidence. I’d never seen her before, how certain could I be that I’d see her again? One thing was for sure; she’d haunt my dreams. The waitress walked by with the coffee. I begged my foot to thrust out and create a diversion. But I couldn’t do it. I watched the exchange. Here was the moment of my day where the breathtaking show would come to an end. To my amazement, the fair-haired beauty looked my way and smiled. She bent over to pick up a bag from beside the table and her breasts peaked out just enough for me to feel the tug in my pants. Images flashed in my mind of her body spread luxuriously across my bed, with my fingers discovering every curve and crevice. A big plate of sandwich and toppings disrupted my erotic daydream. I sighed. Table seven was now empty. Both my excitement and appetite were gone. I forced myself to take a bite of the now unwanted food. Blandness filled my mouth, but nothing filled the void. Until, something brushed against my legs.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight Pink fingertips roamed up my thighs and stopped at the zipper of my jeans. I sat straight up, my eyes wide and cheeks red. The waitress came back with a pot of coffee. “Would you like cream or sugar?” she asked. My face burned hot and I held my breath. “No, I’m fine under here, I mean I’m fine here,” I quickly corrected myself. She gave me a strange look and left. I let out my breath and was met with a sweet scent of vanilla from under the table. Her hands had found their way inside my boxers. Warmth rushed between my legs as she released my cock from its cotton restraints. Fingers kneaded, prodded, and brought my shaft to life. I gasped at the touch of her mouth, tongue, and lips. Gentle yet firm. I drowned inside her tight, moist vessel. I could only imagine what it would be like to be inside her. In an instant she’d swallowed me whole, her lips lightly brushing against my balls. For such a petite thing, she knew how to take it in deep. And she was unrelenting. I’d already been highly turned on just imagining what I’d do with her if we were alone. Now my fantasy was real and engulfing my cock with passionate intensity. My hands gripped both edges of the table as I tried to steady myself. Sweat trickled down the sides of my face and soaked my beige shirt collar. Table seven knew exactly what she was doing. Faster she sucked, in and out, up and down; her hands, lips, and breath all added to the euphoric friction. My sweat mixed with her perfume created an intoxicating aroma. The only thought in my mind was how surreal this moment was. Colors around the room faded into a blur and nothing else existed. My heart pounded so loud I thought the whole café would hear. From the corner of my eye I saw my waitress and hoped she wasn’t going to check on me. Thankfully, she passed by. I cursed under my breath. It was clear table seven wanted to take me all the way to the edge. Everything raged inside until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I bit down hard on my lip, doing my best to not make a single sound. Tension released at once. I pictured her face covered in an
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Tales of Lust & Love intricate design of white, trickling down her chin and resting in a sticky pool between her breasts. Spasms shot through my body repeatedly while she made sure to drain me well. The waitress walked over with her notepad in hand. “Need anything else?” she asked. “I’m quite satisfied right now,” I answered in all honesty. “Then have a nice rest of your day,” she said, handing me the bill. Table seven reached up and pulled the receipt out of my hands. When she handed it back to me I noticed she’d scribbled Cassandra in purple ink, followed by a phone number. I peeked under the table to introduce myself, but she was gone. I glanced up in time to see her walk out the door with her coffee-to-go in hand. With a quick glance through the window, she smiled. I could see her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, very pleased with herself. I decided I’d have to make a call and tip table seven like she’d never been tipped before.
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Starburst 1848 by
Twyla Dawn McNight
Night Owl’s stomach lurched as her new husband, Bow Arrow, motioned her to go inside the Teepee Lodge. Flashes of her wifely duties instructed by the wise, elderly women in what to expect, and to do to please her husband in bed, wrecked havoc in her mind. She was to be willing at any time, night or day. She entered, hugged herself, and knelt to tend the fire. “Are you hungry? I will make us something to eat.” “I am hungry for you, Night Owl.” He motioned toward the buffalo bedding. “Let us remove our clothes.” He started to undress. Tremors raced through her. “No.” she cried and dashed out of the Lodge. Night Owl ran through the forest’s darkness towards the stream with keen sight of the spirit animal she was named after. She could hear Bow Arrow close behind her. She splashed across the stream like she was running from the invasion of a white man’s raid.
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Tales of Lust & Love As she raced up the dirt hill she lost her footing and rolled down the embankment, landing at her husband’s feet. She bowed her head in shame. Bow Arrow knelt beside her, brought her chin up with his palm, and made her look at him. “You do not wish to be with me, why?” She jerked her face out of his grip and huddled in a sitting ball. “It isn’t you, but what you expect from my body.” He sat beside her in a similar fashion. “I am scared too.” Night Owl’s mouth opened in shock. In the bright, full moonlight she no longer saw the brave hunter who was known by their tribe as the leader in hunting their food, but the boy she was raised with, and who she played with when they were young, learning their task for their tribe. “You? You can not be, you are a brave warrior and hunter.” “Oh, wife of mine,” he chuckled. “This is similar to my first hunting experience when I was small. I was sent out alone to prove myself. My bow and arrow shook too much for me to take aim. I failed many times. I was unsure of myself. It took many kills for me to be confident. I am scared I will not satisfy you as the elder’s instructed me. I want you to be pleased and not wish to run at the touch of my hands.” Night Owl took his hand gently. “That is my fear too. I do not know how to do so. The elders speak that it is easy and natural. I do not feel it is.” He squeezed her hand in an understanding. A wobbly smile spread across his face. “Let us return to our bed.” She dropped his hand and saw the disappointment on his face. “You return. You need sleep for tomorrow’s hunt.” He shook his head. “I will stay with you.” “No. I must think and be by myself.” She rested her chin on her crossed arms and pushed her knees close to her body. “Go, Bow Arrow, leave.”
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Bow Arrow crossed the stream in deep thought. They had formed a special bond when they were young. Years ago, even when Night Owl was not yet a woman, he saw many a braves study her. He acted fast, and went to her father, and asked for her to be his bride when it was time. Her father honored that. To him, Night Owl had always been his. The bonding of their bodies should be natural, but so far nothing had been. Since their wedding preparations, he with the elder men, she with the elder women, Night Owl had grown quiet; less talkative, closed up to him. Even avoided him. He thought once they were married that she would be happier and intimacy would be easy. He headed for Medicine Man’s Lodge to seek guidance.
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*** Bow Arrow felt better after a talk with Medicine Man and knew that he must be patient. It was natural for the man to want, where, with a woman, she must be coached and not rushed. Since his teen years, when he would watch Night Owl from a distance, his body responded, becoming full and hard with need. He thought she felt the same way as she looked at him with a coy smile. It aroused him every time, and he wanted to bed her even then. For years he anticipated having her sleep in his bed and envisioned how her hot flesh would feel against his. The instructions from Medicine Man were to start slow. If she did not want to be intimately touched, then he was to just hold her, to get her use to his body near hers. It would be torture just to hold her. If she was willing, he was to arouse her, satisfy her, but not himself until her womb called to him. Medicine Man said it might be days before she would allow intimacy. He had not expected that. Many of his dreams were about the coupling of their bodies. Always in his dreams she was willing. He feared that he would not be able to take it slow enough and she would hate his touch. Bow Arrow looked in their Lodge. Night Owl was not in bed. Concern barreled through him. He couldn’t get back to the stream fast enough, scared that he would not find her. It was his responsibility to keep her safe. He had already failed this duty as a husband by leaving her alone when the white men had been seen today. He turned to leave and then halted in his tracks, his breath held tight. Seeing her in the pool of water that they used to bathe in, Bow Arrow eased down to sit and enjoyed her beauty. She hummed her sacred song as she washed her hair. He imagined himself washing it, the feel of its softness sliding through his fingers.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight When she stood, the full moonlight gave him sight to her luscious body. It was as if a lance pierced him, he yearned to have her completely. Water glistened on her like the fine, sparkling, gold dust that meant so much to the white man. His heart pounded faster at seeing her nakedness. Her breasts were full. Each nipple puckered as a ripe berry. He wanted to taste, roll, nibble, and suckle on them like a hungry newborn. The curves of her waist that rounded to her hips stirred his desire more. Her body beckoned him to join her, and, as his right as a husband, he stood, and dropped his breechclout. She turned, gasped, and ducked her nakedness into the pool. “Night Owl, we are one now. You must accept that. Our duty is to please and care for each other in all that we do.” “My mind is willing, but I am not.” “Then we will not. But I will allow you to see and touch me, get acquainted with my body. I wish to have you allow me to do the same to yours.” His foot slipped on a slippery rock and down he went into the pool. He came up sputtering. She laughed. It was music to his ears, just like the birds when they welcomed a new day. “So it’s funny?” He dunked her. As she came up, she splashed water in his face. The joyful game was on as they ducked, splashed, and played catch me if you can. He tugged her to him, flesh against flesh. She startled. “My need is great for you.” He held her hips tight to him and he rotated his hardness between them. “Get used to my hardness. You do not need to fear it. Your womb will want me in time.” She tugged away. He let her go, feeling lost, thinking he was expecting too much from her too soon. He followed her out of the pool and snatched up the crushed root they used as soap. “Night Owl, wash me. I promise not to touch you unless you want me to. My hope is that we can become familiar with each other’s bodies as
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Tales of Lust & Love we wash one another, and that some of your fear will leave, and trust will birth.” “We were having fun, like when we were children.” “Yes, but we are no longer children. We can still play. It will be husband and wife play. It will be fun.” He lathered their hands together with the root soap, brought her hands to his chest, and helped her to wash him. Soon, he let her hands do it without his. Night Owl’s fear eased as her hands roamed his firm muscular chest. His nipples hardened. She toyed with them feeling this is what she was to do. He moaned, cupped her shoulders and kissed her forehead. “This is good. I like this.” She giggled and washed his underarms, inching around to his back, and when her nipples touched his chest, they perked. A tingling spurred in them and caused a quiver from her nipples, down her stomach, and centered inside her. Was this what Bow Arrow was talking about when he said that her womb would beckon to have him? She rubbed her full breasts against him. His grip tightened on her shoulders. He groaned and his cheek rubbed hers. It caused a rippling affect all over her and again centered in her womb. She felt her muscles quiver deep inside her. She washed his backside. Their bodies barely touched. He jerked, and his hardness tapped her belly. Her womb screamed the need to have him inside her. She jerked back, curious why her body reacted so strangely. “Let me wash you.” She nodded. As soon as his hands smoothed over her flesh, small explosions burst in its path. To her surprise she wanted his palms to cup her breasts. She bit her bottom lip as a moan escaped. He kissed her cheek as his hands smoothed over her back, shoulders, collarbone, and between her breasts. When his hands leisurely lowered onto her belly, excitement leaped in her womb. Her hips jutted forward. He paused and gazed down at her. “My hands make you feel good?’’
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “Yes.” Slowly, his palmed hand inched down her stomach. His fingers toyed with her curls. Small gasps escaped her. “You like this?’’ “Oh, yes.” “Is your womb calling me to touch you more?” “Yes, yes. There are small, starburst explosions going off inside of me.” “Ah, and that is how my body feels when you touch me. It feels wonderful, yes?’’ His fingers still toyed in her curls. She whimpered and brushed her lips over his. He nibbled at her lips and she opened them. His tongue dove in. His hands raced up her back, cupped her head and he deepened the kiss. Their tongues battled. Their bodies moved to the dance of nature, swaying and rotating. One hand cupped her bottom tight to him. She moaned deeply and he answered her. They drank the sweet temptation their tongues lavished and ignited, like one of the many plants that caused headiness and dreams. He broke the kiss where their lips barely touched. Both of them were breathing heavily. “This, Night Owl is only the beginning in how we make each other yearn for more. Do you want more?’’ “Oh, yes, Bow Arrow.” “Let us rinse and lay on the grass.” She nodded. He cradled her in his embrace, dipped them in the water, and rocked back and forth to rinse their bodies. While he carried her to shore, he kissed her passionately, drinking in her sweetness. Between nips and small kisses, she said, “I feel so wonderful, so strange, like in a dream, Bow Arrow. Don’t let me wake yet.” He laid her on a bed of spring flowers. Their fragrance drifted around them as he knelt beside her. “This is how it is when two people love each 156
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “Bow Arrow, are you hurt?’’ He said nothing and laid still. Soon she approached him. “Bow Arrow, are you okay?’’ Again he did not answer her. She knelt by him, felt his heart. His arms shot around her and they rolled and rolled as they laughed. “You gave me a scare,” she cried as they came to a stop, her on top of him. “Sorry.” His nose teased at hers. “Your breasts feel wonderful against my chest.” “And, you are growing larger between us.” “Yes.” He slipped his hand between them and opened her folds, then cupped her bottom, keeping her nice and tight against him. Slowly he rocked her, up and down his manhood, rubbing her feel good spot. “Oh, oh, that does feel good.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Slow, teasing nipping. They took turns, sucking on one another’s tongue to the tempo of their flesh dance that matched the beat of the drums that continued on at the center of their camp. With his legs, he nudged hers open, and wriggled between hers more. His manhood was secured between her folds and his engorged head teased at her nub when he pulled back and his length stroked up and back down. They gasped in unison. He felt the blood pool in her nub, and he wanted to slip all the way down to her opening to get inside her. To bury himself deep within, but she was sure to lose the intensity of pleasure that he was ministering. Her nails dug into his back as she bit at his neck. “Bow Arrow, what’s, what’s—” “Let this pleasure happen. This is how it is.” She whimpered. Her hips jetted into a frenzy. He held her tighter. Her song burst forth. One moment she was in the heightening pleasure, the next she was no longer within her body, but shooting high into the heavens. She burst and became one with the Great Spirit, as though she was not just one star, but all of them. Then in a mighty silent explosion,
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Tales of Lust & Love she shattered into dots of brilliant lights, scattering in the midnight heavens. In that moment, she was with the Great Spirit. Bow Arrow held her tight as she shattered in his embrace. He did all he could, not to release as her hips became frantic in the pleasuring task. She lay limp upon him and his need still pulsated between her wet fold. Night Owl lifted her head to make eye contact and smiled. She chattered like a chipmunk, describing to Bow Arrow how good it felt, flying high into the heavens, exploding into beams of light, like many shooting stars, and how the Great Spirit blessed her. All the time in her excitement, she wriggled upon him. He gritted his teeth not to flip her over and dive deep into her now slick womb that was ready for his quivering arrow. He kissed her when she took a breath and she responded immediately by sucking his tongue in and out. Their hips immediately danced. She moaned in his mouth, “Can we do it again?’’ “Yes, again, and again, Night Owl.” She sighed, “My wife duty is delicious.” She wiggled her hand between them and cupped her fingers around his hardness. “This fascinates me.” She squeezed lightly, kissed at his chest, and wiggled down. Her tongue swirled around one hard nipple. Bow Arrow’s fingers found her nipples and imitated her tongue’s action. Her stomach muscles contracted against his hardness and him. He shuddered from the pleasure and kissed at her crown. She wiggled down more and kissed a path to his belly button. He tensed. Her mouth was close to his engorged head. Her warm fanning breath gave him shivers all over his body. His toes curled with the intensity she ministered. Lick. Her tongue barely touched him.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight Great Spirit, he pleaded, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t take much of that. He’d spill his seed and he wanted it to shoot deep inside Night Owl. The sooner she bared him a child, the better. And according to her moon cycle, she was ready to conceive. Her mouth went over his pulsating head. He gasped for breath. “Yummy, it tastes honey sweet.” She sucked. Gasping and shaking, he He wiggled down her body fingers imitated his mouth’s sucked, nipped, and pinched
pulled her up his chest and rolled her over. and latched onto one of her nipples. His action upon the second nipple. He teased, gently, arousing both nipples.
She squirmed beneath him, cooing and clutching his head tight to her breasts. “Bow Arrow! It…it feels too good.” She gasped out a breath. “But, why did you stop me? I wanted more of you in my mouth.” “Such as you, it feels too good. Later, I will let you taste, mouth, and touch me as much as you want, but for now…” He lavished her breast. “Yummmmmm.” Down her tummy he lapped at her earlier released dew. “Your wetness taste better than sweet honey. It’s so good.” He wriggled down further until his mouth was upon her, his tongue at work, licking, sucking, and thrusting. He couldn’t get enough of her honey. It was addictive. She groaned and wriggled, her hips starting its frenzy. Never leaving her hotness, Bow Arrow rolled her upward in a ball, her knees close to her chest. Her shoulders and back took most of her weight while he inched his knees closer to her bottom. His pulsing hardness tapped against his abdomen, raring to get close to her opening. “I can’t take much more. My womb begs you.” Quickly his mouth left her sweet wetness as he guided his pulsating head to her entrance. All the while his one thumb paid homage to her swelling nub. “Night Owl.” His bulging head tapped at her opening, and slipped in a dab. Her muscles grabbed at him.
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Tales of Lust & Love He stilled, and gritted his teeth. It was unimaginably pleasurable. She gasped, “More, Bow Arrow, more. I need more.” Her fingers gripped on his biceps that held her knees close and her crotch open. “Once I enter, you may have a striking pain, but it will be fast, gone, and then, there will be much pleasure.” “I understand. I’m ready. Plunge into me, my husband.” He wanted to, but instead, he eased into her tightness, until he felt the barrier that barred him from thrusting deeper inside her contracting muscles. He held his breath, fearing that it would end before it began. Slowly, out, in, out, in, he rocked, to let her womb cater to his size and to build her pleasure more. Still, his thumb and middle finger worked at the opening of her folds until she whimpered, and her hips jerked in their frantic frenzy again. Night Owl bucked. Bow Arrow wasn’t ready for that, and he plunged deep inside her. Similar to a warriors triumph call, he roared. His hips jacked out of control. The heavens combusted. From within, his soul shattered, yet was intact. He was flying to the stars and Night Owl was with him, within the massiveness of the Great Spirit who owned Mother Nature, the night and day, and the stars, moon and sun. The intertwining of their souls shot forth, becoming many starbursts, yet they twined together in heavenly oneness. Too soon, Bow Arrow drifted back to earth, still between her legs, his now limp arrow inside her, already it was beginning to wake up, desiring more. His mouth sought hers, as well as she sought his. After a passionate kiss, they both whispered, “I love you,” upon their moist lips. “Let’s do it again,” she said. “Yes.” Bow Arrow rotated his hips. She was fast to respond. His arrow deep inside her, thickened to its hardest form. Her womb contracted. They moaned their song and within a fever, undulated faster.
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These Dreams by
Rayne Forrest
The gauzy curtains fluttered on the warm summer breeze that blew constantly across the dunes. She sat on the porch and watched the moonlight spark and dance on the waves as they crested and peaked on their endless journey to the shore and back to the dark depths beyond her sight. She loved the ocean and didn’t make her way here often enough. She rose slowly, gliding down the steps with silent footfalls and walked toward the sea, stopping short of the dying waves on the wet beach. The silkiness of her gown teased her breasts and thighs,
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Tales of Lust & Love whispering as a lover’s touch over her skin as she moved. She couldn’t feel the texture of the sand under her feet. She turned toward the full moon, into the wind, and let air caress her face. She began walking and the light from the cottage faded. Soon there was only the sound of the night. Dawn was hours away. She loved the sea at night. She knew that in its depths strange, delightful creatures danced in joyous celebration of their few hours of life. They were born for one purpose, to continue their species, but that didn’t lessen the wonder that they existed at all. Her palm covered the soft swell of her belly. She was born for one purpose, too. She could see the child of her womb, knew its smile, knew its tears. Before she knew it existed she loved it. Deep inside she tightened, then loosened, liquid with the anticipation of birth. A light flickered ahead, bright and golden. She shivered, wanting its warmth. It lured her away from the moonlit sea into shadow. In the shadows, his face hidden, a lover waited for her. Beside the flickering fire he’d laid down layers of soft blankets scented with honeysuckle and jasmine and finely woven silk covered pillows for her head. She sensed his presence and wondered if this time he’d allow her to see his face. She knelt on the cushioning blankets. He was behind her, his hands easing her gown off her shoulders. Her blood quickened. Her thighs trembled. His lips, warm and soft, touched the back of her neck. Her nipples puckered, drawing to taut, tingling peaks. His hands cupped the bounty of her breasts, covering them and gently squeezing until she pressed into his hands aching for more pressure. Deep inside her belly there began a fluttering. She reached to nurture it. He pressed her down beneath him, into the velvet of the blankets. His weight was heavy upon her. Awareness of his maleness seeped into her pores. He was long, lean and muscled. She reached behind him to trail her fingers over the smooth skin of his flanks. His lips touched the tender skin of her shoulders. He shifted, bringing the hard length of his arousal
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight to nestle between the softness of her buttocks. She lifted her hips to let him know she felt his desire and to say without words that her own was unfolding within her, softly opening and stretching, flowing. He slid from her and she turned to him. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her the shelter she sought, a place of warm haven. Here in his arms she found rest, blissful succor. He would wait, she knew, for her to relax, to breathe, to be. To move unseen except by the guardian of her soul to the place were she was still, and from there to awaken to all the possibilities of her ardor. The peaceful oblivion of darkness called softly to her. She turned to it for a moment, letting her mind drift on an unseen eddy back toward the soothing nothingness, the restfulness of slumber. But no, she would not go there yet. There would be time to embrace sleep, later, after her passion was spent and dreams fulfilled. She raised her mouth to his. His tongue laved her lips with gentle sweeps, teasing before sweeping into her mouth and claiming her as his to do with as he pleased. She clung to him and let him engulf her with the searing heat of his mouth taking hers. A place flesh. throb
sweet ache blossomed inside her, spiraling out from the secret so hidden, so protected, nestled in the soft folds of her feminine It was a small twitching to awareness that grew to an insistent demanding attention.
She grasped his hips and pulled him closer. His swollen manhood was trapped between them. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and moved his silky skin over the steel core of his need. He moaned into her mouth. Her vulva pulsed. Inside, her walls trembled to know his length and girth. He would not be hurried, would not yet touch there. He continued showering her neck and shoulders with kisses that drew sweet dew from her. His long fingers burrowed into her hair, tenderly cradling her head, promising protection with his passion.
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Tales of Lust & Love Her nipples tingled, a silent plea for his attention. He heard their unvoiced cry, rolling her beneath him. She arched up to him, wanting to feel his weight again. Her thighs opened. The cool night air danced devilishly across her moist skin, lighter than any lover’s touch. She longed to feel his warm breath blowing on her. She thrust her hips up to his and still he would not hurry, would not move to ease the pounding at her core. His mouth found one pebbled peak, suckling. She writhed under him as heat arced from his mouth to her womb. She cried out, then, a plea for his seed. He drew on her nipple, sighing, his breath warm on her ribs. The pounding pressure between her thighs grew. The blanket became wet beneath her. He pulsed in her hand as she stroked him faster. He released her nipple and licked a wide path to her navel, to dark, wet curls that covered her mound. Her blood was singing in ears, her heart pounding. Her thighs quivered then closed around empty, aching need inside in a vain attempt to ease it. He would allow it and with his strength opened her wide to his pleasure. mouth descended.
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At the first touch of his mouth she willingly gave herself over to him, submissive to the demands of her passion. The tension inside her spiraled outward in jolting wave after jolting wave only to roll inward, lifting her and drawing her down to where his tongue slid over her, then suddenly delved into her. His hand was beneath her, teasing at her heat from behind, beckoning, tempting her with a darker pleasure, stroking her tender skin. Sensation hovered. He shifted his hands on her. His mouth found her quivering bud. Long, strong fingers thrust into her, filling her. She struggled to draw breath. Her sheath pushed against the invaders then gripped them to prevent escape. He pressed upward as if he could touch his fingers to his tongue. Her nipples tingled and she pulsed into his mouth as the orgasm swept through her in wave after wave of blessed release that went on without end, sending her soaring into the starlit night until suddenly she fell back to earth.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight The softness of her bed cradled her under blessedly cool sheets. Her lover was behind her, touching deep within her to the place only he knew. His hand cupped her mound, pressing her bottom tightly to his hips. Her body rippled around his hard length as he thrust into her, spreading her again and again with an increasing urgency that carried her back to the edge of ecstasy. She could feel him lengthening within her, stroking to the very entrance of her womb. His arms tightened around her. His voice was a hoarse whisper in her ear. She knew this lover, too, and well. He was flesh and blood, not mist and dream. He allowed her shadow lover because he couldn’t defeat him, being with his own dreams on his own beach. But the shadows were gone and in the dawn glow flesh spoke to flesh. Her thighs slicked with dew as she rained down her pleasure to him, answering his call as he’d answered hers. She tipped her hips. He thrust deeper as her body clenched his. She could only moan and push back against him as he drove into her. Her climax claimed her, taking her in a shuddering rapture. The moment was upon him. He cried out to her, a sound of dark bliss and profound relief. His seed burned her tender flesh as it filled and overflowed her, seeking the fertile ground she allowed. He pressed his hips tightly to her bottom, holding her to him to stay warmly nestled within her. She sighed and stretched, catlike, as much as she was able within his embrace. His lips teased at her neck, no dream lover now. Tears of joy, welling up with the knowledge of his love for her, wet her cheeks. “Wake me up like this for the rest of my life,” she whispered. His arms tightened around her. “You know I will.”
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Blessed Gift by
Monica M. Martin Dedication: For H., Your melodies dance in my mind and you spur my creativity.
Peter climbed the stairway to his wife’s study, his excitement building. He intended to give Dacia the special gift he’d just bought her and watch her use it. He loved Dacia beyond all reason. She was the woman of his dreams and his reality. Ten years of marriage and their sex life was just as vigorous as when it began. They were passionate soul mates, unlike many of their friends, who were either in counseling, petitioning for a divorce, having one of many affairs, or bearing the sexual drought in utter frustration, moaning miserably to anyone within hearing distance.
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight His penchant for ebony-skinned women had led him to hound her until she agreed to have dinner with him. After a dose of his pure English charm, she couldn’t get enough of him. At least that was what he told all their friends when asked about their romantic beginnings. The truth was, both were immediately besotted with each other after that first night... He smiled at the memory. God had blessed them that he knew without a doubt. The moment he entered her study the intoxicating scent of Trésor assailed him. It was their favorite perfume. He knew immediately that she wasn’t engrossed in her latest chapter, her looming deadline apparently of no consequence. He inhaled deeply, savoring her fruity perfume, knowing she wore it to entice him. They were in-sync. He loved that! He turned and a low whistle escaped him when he saw her. His eyes raked over her voluptuousness, she curved in all the right places. She had skin like Nubian princess. He placed the box down on top of a small bookshelf, the gift forgotten. Dacia bent over the desk, her elbows bracing her. Her raven hair cascaded and fanned her face. Her white panties dangled about her red stilettos, contrasting with her dark, velvety skin. His gut clenched when his gaze moved back to her exposed pussy. What a wonderful way for one’s wife to greet one after a stressful day at the office! Those dark pink lips beckoned his needy cock. “Good afternoon, my enchanting nymphet,” he said in a voice thick with desire. “Good afternoon, honey.” “It is now.” “Yes, it is.” Her voice trembled with excitement. “You always know what I want.” “Because I want it, too,” came her breathy reply. Peter removed his jacket and placed it on the leather armchair, unzipped his trousers and dropped them to the floor along with his underwear. His rigid cock ached and clear fluid trickled from the opening 168
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “But, Peter—” “As far as they can go,” he added, cutting off her flow of words. “Show me how hungry your pussy is, sweetheart.” Dacia slid another finger inside her pussy and groaned. “See what you’re missing.” This was his favorite game, hers too! She liked to fuck herself and the voyeur in him appreciated the display. He wanted to lick the wetness from her thighs and fingers, and then drink from her wondrous cunt. She tilted her head to view him. He smiled as she wriggled her gorgeous behind again. She knew well how to entice him. He loved her riotous black curls, which now danced about her shapely form. He particularly enjoyed weaving his fingers in its length and holding her to him, while she sucked him off. Oh, God! She could suck! If he was a selfish man then that’s all he’d have her do. He stifled a groan at the thought her velvety lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue rolling over the pulsing tip and her hot breath fanning it. He relished when she was feeling greedy, the way her teeth would delicately bite before sucking, her lips leaving traces of crimson lipstick on his dick. Loved the way she swallowed, and then devotedly licked any remaining semen from him. The pleased look in her big, dark eyes drove him wild. “Are…” He cleared his throat. “Are you hungry?” “Y—yes.” Dacia nodded vigorously, her breathing heavy, her hips moving in graceful motion, her exposed pussy effortlessly taking her fingers now. “Stop.” “What! Now?” “Yes. Now.” She moaned, retracting her fingers. “Thank you.” He knew Dacia dearly wanted the extra minute to come. Dacia straightened again, her shapely legs strained in the four-inch heels, every muscle pronounced, drawing his hungry gaze further up her legs. Peter moved closer and ran his hands over the backs of her thighs.
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Tales of Lust & Love He stroked between them, his fingers massaging her musky moisture into her heated skin. Her ragged breathing caressed his ears, steeling his cock even more. He lightly brushed her moist lips with his thumbs, spreading them. “Feed your pussy.” She pushed back and they sank into her welcoming heat. Her appreciative moan filled the air. He promptly withdrew them and moved back. “You like that?” he leaned in and whispered. “Peter...” She sighed, her head dropping lower. “Very much.” “Do you want more?” A redundant question, however, he couldn’t resist. “You know I do.” “What do you want?” He smiled. “I can’t fulfill your wishes if you don’t express your needs.” “All of you. Everything, Peter.” He massaged her flesh and then pressed an index and middle finger inside her. Her pussy contracted around them. He slowly pumped them back and forth. He slid down behind her, planting kisses on her warm, silky skin. He pushed her down on the desk with firm, yet gentle hands. Her glistening treasures completely exposed to him, he clasped her hips and nipped at her soft ass. She rewarded him with a low moan. He tongued the impression and then sank lower to kiss between her ass cheeks, his tongue playing over her puckered hole and on to her heated pussy. He caught her clit between his teeth and bit into it. Another moan escaped her. “So sweet,” he mumbled against her quivering flesh. He lapped at her clit and lips and gently sucked. “Oh, Peter,” she purred his name in a rapture-filled voice and bucked back against his mouth and fingers. Peter moved his fingers back to stroke between her ass cheeks again. He massaged the tight opening with a well-lubricated finger, until it
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*** Having both orifices stroked did delicious things to her insides. Her legs shook and the pit of her stomach clenched. Dacia gripped the desk so tightly that one of her crimson nails broke off. She hardly noticed, her mind spinning with pleasure. Now! Oh, please don’t stop! Don’t! Oh, please let it be now! She loved the game, but hated it at the same time. Darcia wanted to turn and sink her fingers in his hair, watch him eat her, while he finger-fucked her ass. Instead, she pushed back against his hot lips. They plied hungry open-mouth kisses to her pussy. His tongue curled and plunged, and then flicked and licked. His slight growth grazed her tender flesh. She loved that! Suddenly, his mouth was no longer there. “Peter? Please!” She turned her head. “I want you to—” “Hush.” He placed an index finger to his lips. “Oh, you frustrate me.” Darcia repositioned herself, blatantly sighing her discontent. She mentally kicked herself for breaking her resolve. She silently begged his cock to enter her, hoping it would be soon. He kissed the backs of her knees, the small of her back, her shoulders and her neck. The length of his body pressed against hers and she shuddered. “I could eat you up, sweetheart,” he whispered hoarsely. “What’s stopping you, honey?” His teeth caught her ear and his tongue moved over it. She pressed against him, wanting to melt into his heat. His scorching penis brushed her vulva. She undulated against him, trying to compel his entrance, to no avail. Peter laughed against her ear. “You need a little patience.” He stepped away from her.
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Tales of Lust & Love Dacia closed her eyes and groaned inwardly. Can delight kill you? Can frustration? She opened her eyes to find him in front of her, his magnificent cock proud and erect. It was a beautiful cock. Long, thick and circumcised. It made her eyes water to swallow until she positioned it in correctly. The magnificent appendage satisfied her pussy’s hunger like no other. She licked her lips and glanced up at him. “You look hungry.” His voice was raw with desire. “Oh, I certainly am.” She leaned right over the table, reached out and captured his silken muscle in her hand. It pulsed. She liked that she could make him so hard, after so many years. She gently squeezed and then rolled her thumb over the end. “Arrgh!” His body shook. Her pussy vibrated as she moved closer to press her lips against his rigid flesh. She rolled her tongue up and down, collecting nectar trickling from the pinkish-purple mushroom-like tip. He tasted of musk and salt. She scraped her teeth against the tip and sucked, milking him. “Ooh, sweetheart, you have such a beautiful mouth.” His hips strained, every luscious inch offered up to her. His hands moved to stroke her hair. Her mouth followed the actions of her hand and complemented the movement of his hip thrusts. His ragged breathing and taste signaled his impending orgasm. He pulled back suddenly and groaned loudly. She gave him a pleading look, her fingers still wrapped around his cock. She touched her tongue to his velvety flesh and smiled triumphantly as he shuddered violently. “Not yet, Dacia.” “Very well.” Dacia released his penis and was about to straighten up. “No, don’t.” “But, Peter—” “Stay there, sweetheart.” “You ask a lot.”
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Rayne Forrest ~ Brenda Williamson ~ Ann Cory ~ Monica M. Martin ~ Twyla Dawn McNight “Indeed. However, you revel in it.” Peter bent, cupped her breasts and kissed her swollen lips. “You have the finest set of tits I’ve ever felt,” he said between licks. “Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.” “Well, there’s this one…” He pulled away and grinned wickedly at her. “You’re such a tease.” Laughing, he moved behind her. His cock brushed against her pussy and she felt moisture flood there. “You’re so fucking hot. A man could burn to a cinder inside your wondrous cunt.” His penis stretched her as it paved a deliciously slow journey. She let out an appreciative moan and another when he slammed all the way. A choked cry emitted from him. A hot fuck over the desk was just what she needed. His hard muscle glided in and out at a leisurely pace. “Do you want more?” “Mmm.” She nodded. “Dacia?” “Yes, Peter. I want more.” His lips brushed her shoulder and neck as he sank deep. “Take it all, my greedy nymphet.” She met his hard, rapid thrusts eagerly. His fingers played over her pulsing clit and he slowed to a leisurely stroke. His other hand cupped her breast and massaged it. Her mouth watered and her limbs grew weak. He drew back and cupped her hips. She knew he watched his cock fill her pussy and her insides tightened further at the knowledge. “I need more.” “You have all of me,” he leaned in and whispered against her ear. “I’m yours.” He plunged into her forcefully. His teeth grazed her neck. “Is that enough?” Giddy and breathless, her body tightened around his driving penis. “Oh, Peter…Yes.” She rubbed her clit and the throb inside her grew. She squirmed and undulated against his hardness. Riding out the orgasmic waves that
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Tales of Lust & Love rocked her, she continued to move with him, her body buzzing with delicious shocks of pleasure. “Oooh! Has your husband ever told you how greedy you are?” He was almost there. She could feel it. “Oh yes. H—he likes it when I am.” She pushed back to meet his demanding thrusts. Peter pumped harder, harder still, deeper and faster. His hands clenched her hips tightly and he drove into her with primal need, animal instinct taking over. A tingle worked its way up Dacia’s legs and through her body. Peter’s jerky movements and raspy cries blended with hers. Her next climax was abrupt and intense, and his quickly followed. He dropped down over her, resting his weight on his forearms to keep from crushing her against the hard desk. He lips brushed her cheek. “Did I hurt you?” he managed ask between ragged breaths. “Hurt?” Her laughter was shaky. “Oh, no.” Peter straightened and helped her up. He pulled her into his arms. “Thank you,” he whispered into her hair. “For?” “For being you.” He smiled. “For exciting me. For knowing what I need when I do. For saying yes… For loving me.” Dacia smiled into his eyes. “Then I need to say thank you to you, too.” His smile grew wider. “Thank you for being a wonderful husband, for teasing me mercilessly, and for loving me unconditionally.” “It has been my utmost pleasure.” “We are blessed, Peter.” “We are indeed.” He drew back. “I bought something special for you.” “Oh?” Dacia glanced around the room, her eyes resting on the glittering pink box on the top of the shelf. The gold bow begged to be untied. She smiled back at him, excitement building. “Can I open it now?”
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Monica M. Martin is of Irish, Scottish and New Guinean descent. She was born in a small town called Longreach, which is located in Outback Queensland, Australia. She now resides on the east coast of Australia with her family. She began writing in 2000 and had her first erotic romance published in 2003. She writes Historical, Contemporary, Fantasy and Paranormal Erotica/ Erotic Romance. She also writes sensual, erotic, and non-erotic poetry. She has written two #1 bestsellers, had others in the top ten, and was nominated for two CAPA awards for her historical works in 2005.
Monica’s Publishers with available & coming soon titles ~ Whiskey Creek Press Isabella's Desire * Juliana's Portrait * Sleeping With Greta * Mistress Kitty's Thigh High Boots * Vampiric Feast eXtasy Books My Lady's Protector: Knight of Pentacles * Crimson Destiny * Allegra's Seduction: Immortality's Caress *Eloise's awakening Immortality's Caress Book 2 * Sophia's Release Immortality's Caress 3 Mardi Gras Publishing Pharaoh's Touch
Links for Monica M. Martin ~ Website: http://www.monicammartin.com/ Newsletter: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/Monica_M_Martin Blog: http://monicammartin.blogspot.com My Space: http://www.myspace.com/MonicaMMartin Email:
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Brenda Williamson
was born in the state of New Jersey, in the
United States. She is married, has one son, and a house full off cats. Writing full-time, one would think she has a hobby to get away from the many hours of writing, but writing is her hobby, too. She writes in all genres of romance, generally with erotic elements; historical, suspense, paranormal, and contemporary. A 2006 CAPA Nominee. She is a member of Romance Writer’s of America and several of the RWA special interest chapters.
Brenda’s Publishers with available & coming soon titles ~ Samhain Publishing Sword of Rhoswen * Wolverton Blood * Devil’s Kiss * A Beautiful Surrender * One Bashful Lady * A Desperate Longing Whiskey Creek Press Range War Bride * The Witch Stone * Torrid Teasers, Vol. 6 * Summer Sizzlers Anthology * Lust Anthology * Celtic Love Knots Mojocastle Press Savage Seduction Aspen Mountain Press Babes in Toyland Anthology Lady Aibell Press His Lady Vampire Midnight Showcase Fiachra’s Kiss eXtasy Books Indigo Winds
Links for Brenda Williamson ~ Website: http://www.BrendaWilliamson.com Newsletter: http://www.BrendaWilliamson.com/Newsletter.htm Chat Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BrendaWilliamsonRomanceParty/ My Space: http://www.myspace.com/BrendaWilliamson Blog: http://www/BrendaWilliamson.Blogspot.com Email:
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Ann Cory,
delves into the dark realms of paranormal, vampires and
shape-shifters, and brings tantalizing fantasy, historical, and contemporary erotic romance themes. Her boys are bad and her women strong. Here you will find literary aphrodisiacs for the mind.
Ann’s Publishers with available & coming soon titles: Samhain Publishing Melting Iron * Under a Warlock’s Spell * Blame the Rain Ellora’s Cave Next Floor Naughty Liquid Silver Books Secrets in the Annex Cobblestone Publishing Butterfly Kisses * Breaking in Levi Whiskey Creek Press Torrid Mask of the Matador * Private Dancer * Torrid Teasers Vol. 2 * Best of Torrid Teasers Vol. 1 * Summer Sizzlers Anthology * Dressing the Empress * Celtic Love Knots Vol. 6 Mardi Gras Publishing Egyptian Cotton * A Pirate’s Treasure Anthology Forbidden Publications Drinyian * Fantasea Silk’s Vault Publishing Vampire Hunter Book 1–3 * Night of the Nogitsune Book 1 - 3
Links for Ann Cory Website: http://www.anncory.com Newsletter: http://www.anncory.com/contest.htm Chat Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/The_Story_Board_/ My Space: http://www.myspace.com/ann_cory Blog: http://anncory.blogspot.com Other Author/Social Groups: http://www.moongladeeliteauthors.com http://www.authorswhodare.com Email:
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Twyla Dawn McNight,
was born in Washington State and has
traveled the world. She’s married with four children and six grandchildren. In 2004 she signed her first publishing contract. With no pets, she still has the neighborhood Boxer, Lucas has adopted her as his, and surprisingly she loves Lucas’ guard-dog attention. Hobbies are sewing, crocheting, walking, reading, writing, daydreaming, and of course brainstorming on creating new characters in a story that is theirs. While suspense is her favorite genre, she also writes paranormal; vampires, mystical stories, and more. Her goal—that every reader will experience the wild ride that her characters take them on.
Twyla’s Publishers with available & coming soon titles: Triskelion Publishing You Like it, You Want it * Until Death Do We Part Forbidden Publications Eternity
Links for Twyla Dawn McNight ~ Website: http://www.TwylaDawnMcNight.bravehost.com Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Twylas_Passionate_Notes/ Chat Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Hot-FireAndMore/ Blog: http://twyladawnmcnight.blogspot.com Email:
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Rayne Forrest, lives with her partner of thirteen years in scenic western Maryland, where she was born and raised. When not at her computer she enjoys working in her garden, crafting, bowling, and walking in the woods with her dog. Rayne enjoys classic rock and new age music. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and was a 2005 CAPA nominee.
Rayne’s Publishers with available & coming soon titles ~ Silk’s Vault Publishing Hero Aspen Mountain Press Across Time * Babes in Toyland Anthology Whiskey Creek Press Torrid Right From the Start * Skipping Heaven * Mountain High * Under a Painted Moon Loose Id, LLC The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Kiana * The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Talyss * The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Reza Wings Press, Inc. The Skies of Mahdis Midnight Showcase Stepping Through Triskelion Publishing Beyond the Night * One Summer
Links for Rayne Forrest ~ Website: http://www.rayneforrest.com Newsletter: http://www.forrestwhispers.blogspot.com Mailing list: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/authorrayneforrest My Space: http://www.myspace/RayneForrest Blog: http://www.rayneforrestsblog.blogspot.com Email:
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