Everything Erotic
Year One
Issues 10, 11 and 12
Tales from June 1st to August 31st, 2011
Red Hot Publishing
P.O. BOX 651193, STERLING VA, 20165-1193
Ebook Edition
Copyright © 2011 Alice Gaines, Danielle Gavan, Delilah Devlin, Greta Goddard, C.J. Ellisson, Boone Brux, Melissa Ecker, M.K. Elliott, Nickie Asher, Scarlett Jameson, Whitley Gray.
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ISBN 9781927116234
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Table of Contents
*You can click on the title from any author to be taken to the selection. Additionally, all chapter names will link you back to this table of contents.
Tales from June 1st to 30th, 2011:
Whitley Gray –Meredith Medical Center Part 9
Nickie Asher – Flying Figure Ranch Part 4 ; Lord of Shadows Part 8
Melissa Ecker – January Goes to the Gym
Boone Brux – Aphrodisiac Part 2 ; Girl Who Cried Wolf Part 3
Greta Goddard – Thank Fuck It’s Friday!
Danielle Gavan – The Lists Part 1
Alice Gaines –Wonderslut Part 8 ; Lady X Part 7
Tales from July 1st to 31st, 2011:
Alice Gaines –Wonderslut Part 9 ; Lady X Part 8
C.J. Ellisson – Patriotica: Army ~ Reserves
Danielle Gavan – The Lists Part 2
Delilah Devlin – Love In Bloom
Greta Goddard – By Appointment
Boone Brux – Pleasure Planet ; Mata Hari
Melissa Ecker – January Gets What She Deserves
M.K. Elliott – Paradise
Nickie Asher – Flying Figure Ranch Part 5 ; Concerto
Scarlett Jameson – Strange Sex
Tales from August 1st to 31st, 2011:
Alice Gaines – The Adventures of Wonderslut 10 ; The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X 10
Boone Brux – Pleasure Planet Two
Danielle Gavan – The Lists, Chapter 3
Melissa Ecker – January James Learns to Ride
M.K. Elliott – Taking A Chance
Nickie Asher – Flying Figure Ranch Six ; Flying Figure Ranch Seven
Scarlett Jameson – Partner Swap
Whitley Gray – Meredith Medical Center 10
** All chapters are linked to the table of contents, to return there simply click on the underlined heading.
Part Nine
By Whitley Gray
Allie strode down the hallway of Meredith Medical Center, approaching the Outpatient Physical Therapy area.
Why did she have to be the one to orient and instruct this visiting physical therapist from Australia? As if she didn’t have enough to do after Lina had called in “sick.” Sick, yeah right. The woman wasn’t ill, she was taking a long weekend trip to Acapulco with her boyfriend. Selfish, selfish woman, leaving Allie with all these extra patients.
While Lina was swimming in the vast Bay of Mexico, Allie would be swimming with patients in the physical therapy pool, teaching the Aussie their PT protocols.
Allie pulled open the door to the outpatient physical therapy department. The front desk contained only shadows, and the lobby was empty.
Not a sound. After four o’clock, the place shut down. And now, at seven in the evening, the cleaning crew had been and gone.
Had the receptionist let the Australian woman wait in the therapy room? Allie yanked the paper out of her pocket. Jaime. Jaime Knott. Had to remember her name.
Shoving her hair off her sweaty forehead, Allie jerked open the door to the patient area. Late afternoon sun streamed through the big windows, throwing white squares across the therapy tables, treadmills, and weight machine.
No Aussie.
She threw her head back and stared at the ceiling. Where in the hell was she? Maybe Allie could just walk around yelling the name until the woman appeared.
Just keep looking and try not to explode.
Sooo hot in here with the AC turned low for the night. She lifted her hair off her neck. Might be time to try a shorter style. Allie snorted. She’d probably end up looking like a blonde Justin Bieber.
One by one, she cleared the changing rooms. Nothing. Not a single guest from down under.
Okay. Maybe this Jaime woman had been told to wait in Allie’s office. She pulled off her white clinic coat and crossed the dark carpet to the back of the therapy room. The door marked “Private” was supposed to be kept locked. She tried the knob. Yep, locked. She fumbled for the key on her lanyard. The barrier was for safety as well as privacy, but it was a pain in the ass to turn the worn out tumblers and cajole the lock to release. It’d be nice if the hospital got around to upgrading to keycards before the next millennium.
With a little jiggling, her key unlocked the door to the offices and pool.
Back here, dark ruled, and she felt along the wall for the hall light switch. Could the Medical Center have windows in the offices? No. Too expensive. When Allie got engrossed in paperwork, she had no idea what the time was.
Her hand brushed the switch, and tiny lights brightened the hall along the ceiling. Still dark, but at least she could see.
Very quiet back here. But hey, she’d been here alone plenty of times. She started down the hall to her office, then froze.
A square of light spilled onto the hall carpet. The poolroom. Oh, crap. Who had left the poolroom open? What if someone couldn’t get out of the water and had drowned? Moisture bloomed on her skin as she tiptoed forward.
Inside, the lights in the pool cast shifting shadows in shades of cobalt and turquoise, reflecting in watery waves on the walls. An opaque skylight illuminated the area. Please, no bodies.
Allie eased forward to the edge of the pool and peered in.
“G’day.”
Allie whirled, and the slippery surface skated under her feet. She hit the water, the chlorine burning her nose as she plunged below the surface.
She popped to the surface and wiped her hair out of her face, then opened her eyes.
A gorgeous man dressed in light-coloured scrubs stood by the pool.
“Ah, so sorry. Didn’t mean to startle ya.” An accent seasoned his words. He squatted next to the water.
“Who in the hell are you?” she bit out. Wait a minute. He sounded Australian. Maybe he was married to the physical therapist. Terrific. She’d snarked at the woman’s husband.
Feeling ridiculous, Allie waded toward the steps.
The man smiled. God, he had a beautiful smile. And dark hair to his shoulders. And dark eyes. And wouldn’t you know, she was a sucker for all that.
“I’m Jaime Knott. Nice to meetcha.”
Oh, crap. “You—you’re the therapist? But I was—”
“Expecting a woman. I know. I get that a lot.”
He was sex on antipodean legs, and her mascara was probably running down her face. Boy, she was making a great first impression.
He raised his eyebrows.
Sheesh, Allie. Apologize.
“I’m Allie Sands, your—tour guide—during your visit here. Sorry for snapping at you. I thought you were the therapist’s husband or something.”
“Yeah? I’m not married.” Extending his palm toward her, he edged forward. “Let me help you out.”
She planted one arm on the edge of the pool deck and grabbed on.
Jaime pulled, then tumbled into the pool, dragging Allie underwater with him. Water went up her nose.
Crap again. This day just got better and better, didn’t it?
Something bumped her leg, then Jaime’s arm came around her waist. She broke the surface, her back pressed to his chest. Without thinking, she settled her arm on his. What great muscles.
“A fair dinkum welcome, I’d say.” He spoke next to her ear, pulled her against him. Nerve endings in private places woke up. Whoops. Better declare playtime over before she did something foolish.
“Uh, we better get out.”
“Yeah.” His arm fell away.
Allie slogged toward the steps.
She dragged up the stairs onto the pool deck and sat, then pulled off her shoes. Catching a glimpse of her chest, she felt heat move into her cheeks. Her bra showed through her shirt, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, her nipples had hardened into obvious points. Damn traitorous body.
Jaime grinned at her, ran his hands over his hair, then rose from the water like a sea god, his scrubs plastered to his body.
Allie froze. My Lord. Everything showed. Jaime had a sculpted chest, firm abs, beautifully muscled arms and legs. And right in the middle… well, he had nothing on under those scrubs. His generous package showed, and he was aroused.
She gulped and looked away. Okay, crap was no longer the word for this day. How had things gotten so screwed up? Screwed. There’s a useful word.
Stop it.
Jaime settled next to her.
Oh, man. A shiver galloped through her, and she darted a glance at his face. His eyes were a deep blue in this light, and he had a straight nose, square chin, and full kissable mouth. Such an attractive man. How could he not be taken? Her eyes drifted down, and she snapped her gaze back to his.
“Did you travel here by yourself?”
“Yeah. All alone in a strange city.” His lids lowered halfway, and a slow smile lit his face. “You look cold. Do you want to… get out of these wet clothes? With me?”
Did he mean… get naked? “Yeah, I’d like to get out of these. You seem”—aroused—“cold.”
“Yep.”
Jaime kicked off his shoes and padded barefoot to the door, then pushed it closed and thumbed the lock.
Ooohhh.
He pulled off his shirt, revealing a hairless chest. His thick cock made a tent of his scrubs.
Now or never, Sands.
She gripped the hem of her sodden shirt and pulled it off, then shimmied out of her pants. And what do you know? She’d worn a matching bra and panty set. Score one for her.
Strolling past her, Jaime pulled out his soaked wallet and removed a green foil packet, setting it on the edge of the pool. With deliberation, he turned away from her and pulled off his scrub pants, giving her a view of his firm butt as he descended into the water. He pushed toward the steps on the opposite end of the pool.
Okay. Two could play at this. She waited until he settled shoulder-deep on the steps, then sashayed over and waded into the pool in her lingerie. His smile faded. Once she’d gotten shoulder deep, she stripped off her bra and panties, tossing them onto the pool deck.
The smile returned as she swam toward him. When she came into range, he grabbed her and sat her sideways on his knees. Beneath the wavelets, she couldn’t make out his erection.
He held her away from his groin. “Better free of the clothes, eh?”
“Much better.”
He lifted her hands to his chest, then slid them up his pecs to his shoulders.
Okay. Follow-the-leader. She’d go along with that for now.
His hand stroked her belly underwater.
One of his hands wrapped around the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. His lips parted, but thank God, he didn’t shove his tongue in like some guys. A malleable masculine mouth. Allie licked his lips in invitation, and his tongue danced with hers. Man, he tasted like an iced mocha latte, her favorite drink. Tasty.
The hand on her stomach moved to her breast, chafing the nipple with his thumb until she arched into his hand. At this rate she’d orgasm before they did anything.
“I have to touch you,” she panted, letting go of his shoulders.
He captured her wrists, pulling them above her head.
“Not yet.” His voice rolled across her nerve endings in a pleasurable wave.
The other arm shifted her into a position in front of him, facing away. His thighs parted, and he pulled her back into the vee of his legs.
The ridge of pressure against her sacrum had to be his cock. Allie shivered as he let her wrists go. His hands moved between her thighs, lifting her knees and situating her calves on the outside of his.
How smutty was this? Wide open underwater with a cock pressed against her back, and—
She jumped as a finger stroked her cleft. “Oh.”
The arm wrapped around her waist held her in place. Hot breath tickled her ear. “‘Oh,’ good? Or ‘Oh,’ bad?”
“Oh, good. You surprised me, is all.” She tilted her head to the side, and he kissed her neck.
“Good.”
Allie followed the path of his hand as it trailed down her chest and underwater. Jaime’s arm tightened around her, then that private touch, drawing upward in her center, setting off sparks of pleasure in her pelvis. Hot lips kissed a swath along her shoulder.
Mouth-to-mouth. She wanted that clever tongue. Allie twisted her head to the side, and he bent over, capturing her lips in a steamy kiss. This time his tongue set up a prodding rhythm echoed by his hand between her thighs.
A big finger entered her body, then moved to her clit. Her hips thrust forward to meet him on the next entry, and a heavy throbbing built. Now two fingers, oh, felt so good.
He stopped.
“What’re you doing?” She squirmed, trying to push down on his hand.
“Building the tension.”
“Trust me, it’s built.”
“It’s like waves, Allie. Rolling in, going out, until high tide.”
“I was almost to high tide when you stopped.”
“More?” He grinned at her.
“Get the wave machine cranking.”
His eyebrows rose.
“Please? More waves?”
With a groan, he fused their mouths as his fingers thrust in and out, and his thumb circled her clit. The orgasm exploded out of her, muting the lapping water and starring her vision with multicolored sparks. He stayed with her as she rode the waves of pleasure, then withdrew as the tremors stopped.
She became limp spaghetti in his arms. Holy Down Under, Batman. Were all Aussies great lovers? God bless Lina’s boyfriend for dragging her away and leaving Allie to take care of the visiting physical therapist.
He held her against him and covered the back of her neck with kisses. He teased her ear with his tongue. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
She tilted her head back and smiled. “Now it’s my turn. I’m going to welcome you to America in style.”
~Four~
By Nickie Asher
Alex Anderson sucked back a Jack and Coke and watched his little brother, Cody, throw shapes on stage at The White Stag. He hated to admit it, but Cody was pissing his life away on the ranch. If Alex could play half as well, he’d have packed his bags and left already. He tilted his chair back and grinned when Cody made eye contact. Only a year apart in age, he and Cody were tight.
“You know him?” a feminine voice asked from behind him.
Alex swiveled his head. A knockout in a barely there red dress stood with her hand on the back of his chair.
“He’s my little brother.” He spoke loud so she would hear him over the music and packed crowd.
“Really?”
On stage, bathed in blue light, Cody went into his solo, making ample use of the whammy bar.
“Yes, really.” He grinned up at her. “Would you care to join me?” She would say yes and then ask to meet Cody. It happened way too frequently.
“I’d love to.” She eased around the table and sat opposite him. “I’m Corinna.”
“Alex.” He waited for the question.
“Don’t you guys run Flying Figure?” she asked instead.
Surprised, he said, “It’s a family gig. But yes, we do.”
“I love horses. Been looking for a nice Morgan.”
He wasn’t sure he believed her but at least she wasn’t panting over Cody. “We have about two dozen for sale at the moment. You could stop by and see them, if you like.”
“I’m hoping to find a black gelding, show quality. Anything fit the bill?”
“We have three you might be interested in.” Maybe she was legit.
“Excellent. I’ll stop over Monday evening.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” Alex asked.
“Sure, I’d like that.”
He motioned for the waitress and as soon as Corinna ordered, he asked, “Come here often?”
“Yeah. I love hard rock, and this is the only place I can get my fix.” She smiled, showing some of the most perfect teeth he’d ever seen. Cascades of hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. Alex had always been a sucker for long blonde hair and she had tons of silky looking, golden locks. He imagined having all that hair fall over him while those lovely painted lips did indecent things to him.
To his chagrin, his dick had the same idea, swelling inside his snug pants and causing more than a tad of discomfort.
She leaned over the table and Alex found himself staring down her low cut dress.
She tittered and he jerked his eyes up to meet hers. Her smile had morphed into a smirk. She’d absolutely busted him.
“Like what you see?”
And she was bold. He liked that, too. “Yeah. I do,” he said. Maybe there was more to negotiating than the price of a good horse. His cock grew harder. Surreptitiously, he reached under the table to adjust things.
The smirk became knowing. She hadn’t missed his move. He cleared his throat and she laughed. Then she turned her attention to the stage. Oh crap.
“Your brother tears it up, doesn’t he?”
He almost sighed. He’d been right in the first place. “Yeah, Cody belongs in a real band.”
“He should go check out the Seattle scene.”
He quirked up a questioning eyebrow. “You ever been there?”
“Yeah. Seattle’s awesome. Beats cow town.”
“So why are you here?” She definitely seemed like a city kind of woman.
“My parents are here and they aren’t able to run the family business without honest help. So here I am. Accounting nerd extraordinaire. Among other things. I’m not really an accountant, but I seem to have a knack for it. They can’t afford to hire outside help and stay in the black. So I pick up the slack and do what I can for them.”
He laughed. “I never would have pegged you as a number cruncher.”
“Most people don’t. Actually, no one does. I’ve been accused of being a stripper after getting a few drinks under my belt.”
Holy crap. Did that translate to ripping her clothes off in public after a drink or two?
“I don’t deserve the bad rap. I’ve never taken off a stitch, but I might get up on the table and dance to the band.”
Alex laughed. “You’d have a hard time dancing to these guys if you were tipsy.”
“Yeah. I know. Too heavy. The music, not me.” She gave him a sly look. “There are ways to get my clothes off though.”
“What?” She caught him totally off guard that time.
She downed her drink and leaned over the table. Her sumptuous breasts nearly fell from her dress. “You ever had sex in the bathrooms?”
Had he heard her correctly? “Come again?” For a club, the bathrooms were pretty clean and the stalls roomy. But he couldn’t visualize sex in one of the little compartments.
She laughed. “Look, you’re attracted to me. I’m attracted to you. What say you we go into one of the restrooms and take care of business?”
“But what about the other people who go in. They’d hear us.”
“Oh my God. Not the public bathrooms. There are a couple of private bathrooms downstairs. One is right next to the band’s dressing room.”
“Oh.” He felt like a country bumpkin and heat filled his face. “I didn’t realize there were bathrooms downstairs.”
“Lots of things down there. You just have to know which door to try.” She gave him a come hither look, and he was more than willing to go along for the ride.
He finished his drink and glanced up at Cody who was oblivious to the audience while he practically masturbated the guitar. “Why not?”
She stood and held out her hand. A minute later she led him down a back staircase that he’d noted but never bothered investigating. He’d had no need to because the band played on the first floor.
He descended the carpeted steps to a dimly lit hallway. And a different world all together. Gas lights with whorehouse-red glass globes lined both sides of the walls. Dry-ice fog, generated from God only knew where, ghosted along the floor in translucent wisps.
“This is part of the dungeon,” she said and giggled.
“You mean this is a...”
“Yep. I’ve heard all kinds of kinky shit goes on down here.”
Was that the entire truth? He wasn’t so sure she didn’t have more knowledge of the lower level than she was admitting.
She led him to the end of the hall and knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Go away,” a woman hissed.
“Oops. Someone’s already using this one. Come on. Let’s try the one by the dressing room” They turned down the hall and went to the second to last door on the right. She tapped. “Fuck off,” a gruff male voice said. A string of grunts followed.
Oh damn. “Out of luck,” Alex said. Shit. He’d known it was too good to be true.
“No we aren’t.” She grabbed his hand and led him back down the hall. She stopped at each door and pressed her ear to the wood. At the fourth door, she clapped her hand over her mouth and yet a muffled giggle escaped. She tugged him along, listening at the next four doors. She stood longer at the last then knocked gently.
When no one answered, she tapped again, waited, then peeked inside. “Come on.” Once inside, she locked the door behind them.
Alex looked around in fascinated wonder.
“We’re supposed to pay to use these rooms but as long as no one busts us we can grab a freebie.”
Alex couldn’t believe his eyes. Chains with heavy cuffs dangled from the walls, along with masks, whips of every variety, and items he couldn’t identify. A large bed with red and black satin coverings sat in the middle of the room. Restraints were attached to the posts. Large candles dominated a bedside table.
Corinna spied the candles. She sped to the table and lit them. “Flip off the light.”
He did as she asked and the room was plunged into dancing candlelight and eerie shadows.
Corinna went to the wall and looked over the gadgets. “Want to try out some of the toys?”
“You ever do that?”
“I’ve played a little. Nothing hard core. Not my scene. You?”
“Never tried any of this stuff, but...” He cocked an eyebrow. “Can I tie you up?” Where the hell had that come from? He’d never even thought of restraining a woman before, but he found the idea oddly thrilling. Having her helpless, totally under his control had a certain appeal. Not that he wanted to cause harm. He’d taken a swing at more than one man for being cruel to women in the past.
“You sure you haven’t done this before?” she asked.
“Positive.”
She gave him a grin. “Okay, you can tie me up. Loosely.”
“I wouldn’t want to tie you tight. That isn’t how women should be treated.”
“My, you’re a good one. I’ve been with a couple of guys who wanted to get rough. I’m not into that crap.” She glided around him, close enough to brush against him. When she stopped, they were facing each other. Her breasts grazed his chest, her nipples hardening into little peaks. He reached for her, slipping an arm around her slim waist, he drew her up to him.
His erection pushed at his jeans and she rubbed slowly against him with her pelvis. Alex groaned.
“Like that?” she asked.
He rubbed back. “Of course I do.”
She stretched up, tilting her head for a kiss. He bent and pressed his mouth to hers. She was warm and silky soft. Her arms slipped around his neck. Alex’s hands traced down and grasped her ass, bringing her into better contact with his straining cock. She ground on him and opened for his probing tongue.
Her kisses tasted slightly of mint and the drink she’d had. Alex stroked along her tongue in slow easy sweeps. Then her hands were between them and she was working his jeans loose. He gasped into her mouth when her warm fingers caught him and squeezed.
Reaching behind her, he fumbled for the zipper, found it, and ran it down. He grasped the silky garment at the shoulders and peeled it off her. The dress dropped and puddled around her feet in a crimson pool. Now clad only in stilettos, she stepped free of the material.
Her breasts weren’t that big, but they were high and firm. She didn’t have an ounce of fat. Every inch of her was trim and toned. “You work out. A lot.”
“I dance. A lot. I teach ballet to a stable of young ladies when I’m not number crunching. It supplements the income my parents pay me.”
“Wow. A ballerina.”
“Once. I lived in New York for a while. Did a show or two. It’s a tough business. Teaching is rewarding enough, and the kids don’t give you half as much grief as the New York prima donnas.”
“I bet you’re good.”
“I was. I am. But I’m not good enough to ever be the star of the show, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Maybe for the snoots in the city. But here you would outshine everyone.”
She grinned and it lit up her face. “True. But some of my girls are coming right along. Who knows, maybe I can teach one of them enough and they will be a star someday.”
He was impressed with her. A lot of people would be bitter to touch a glamorous world and not be able to go all the way.
“Anyway, it was fun and frustrating, so I’m probably better off here in hickville.” She turned and pulled the covers down on the bed, presenting him with a good view of her shapely ass. His cock jerked and cat fast he was up against her back.
She giggled and pushed into him, grinding on his shaft.
He wedged a hand between them and slid his probing fingers between her legs. She spread them a bit, giving him better access to her silky flesh. His fingers grazed over moist skin then sank into her opening. She widened her stance and a little gasp of pleasure slipped from her.
He eased out of her and stroked her nub. She rewarded him with a gentle moan and rubbed herself on his fingers. He let go of her trim waist and captured a breast instead. The orb was firm, pert in his hand. He massaged gently then took the pebbled nipple, rolling and pinching in an alternating pattern until she groaned and cupped her other breast. Copying what he was doing. Together, they pleasured her for long moments.
A cry came out of her and she bucked hard on his fingers. When she stopped quaking, he withdrew and released her.
She turned to face him. Then grasped his jeans and started pushing them down his hips. Grinning, he stepped back. “No,” he said. “I’m in charge. Get on the bed and spread.” The game was on.
“Yes, sir,” she said, jumping right into character. She climbed onto the bed, positioned herself in the middle and lay spread-eagle.
He crawled in beside her and fastened the restraints on her wrists, though he was careful to leave them loose enough that she could pull free if she wanted. Next he buckled the straps around her shapely ankles.
He stood, and after fishing a condom from his jeans, stripped. He might not have an athlete’s body, but he was strong and toned from ranch work. He had no flaws to hide.
Her eyes roamed over him and she licked her lips.
He raised an eyebrow.
“My, you work out regularly,” she said.
“Yes, it’s called work,” he said and laughed. He put the foil packet on the night stand and crawled back onto the bed. After positioning himself between her bound legs, he met her gaze. Here lovely blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. He bent and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh, stopping mere inches from her wet, glistening center.
She gasped and a quiver ran through her.
He licked up her other thigh but stopped short again.
He kept licking until she whimpered with need and her hips gyrated on the bed. Grinning he zeroed in on her shining folds, touching with the tip of his tongue.
“Alex,” she moaned.
Meeting her eyes, he stroked her slit and licked up to her nub. He circled the little bud and nipped gently, holding the sensitive flesh with his teeth while his tongue laved over it.
“Oh, God. Alex. You’re killing me.”
He licked and tickled, and worked at her until at last he plunged his tongue inside her slit. She groaned and thrust her hips upward, grinding herself into his face. He licked harder, faster until she let out a long whimper that sounded distressed.
His head shot up and their eyes locked.
“Stop teasing me to death and fuck me, Alex.”
He sat up and crawled up over her. Supporting himself on his elbows, he captured her lips in a long, lingering kiss. She arched her back, pressing up against his swollen cock. He kissed along her jaw and nipped her earlobe.
“Alex, if you don’t get on with it, I’m going to explode.”
He laughed, but reared back. He retrieved the little square from the bed side table and ripped it open. Enjoying himself, he took his time rolling the latex onto his dick.
Once covered, he straddled her. Then he reached between them and guided his shaft to her entrance. He plunged into her heat, filling her with one hard stroke.
She murmured her pleasure.
She was delightfully tight. He pumped vigorously, advancing and withdrawing, building a delicious heat until she writhed under him and a deep cry of satisfaction ripped from her. Not even close to his own orgasm, he kept pumping. He pistoned into her, drilling her. Within moments, he had her moaning, her hips meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper within her.
He kissed her, claiming her lips then he deepened the kiss, cutting off her moans of pleasure. As his orgasm neared, she bucked under him in another release. A moment later the tingle in his lower back signalled his own peak.
He slammed into her and came hard. When it was over, he eased off her and discarded the condom.
She wiggled her hands. “Okay, big boy. Untie me.”
He glanced over and smirked. “Nope.”
“What?” She looked indignant.
“I’m stronger than that,” he said and shoved his hair back. “I’ll be ready for another round before long.”
She grinned and her eyes gleamed. “I always knew country boys beat city boys any day.”
“That’s true, my lady. That’s so very true.”
~ Eight ~
By Nickie Asher
“Tierney! Wake up.” Sarah shook him hard.
Startled awake, Tierney’s eyelids shot open and he lurched upright. It was barely dusk. Dim light showed though the tiny space where the heavy drapes didn’t quite meet. “What’s wrong?” And something was definitely wrong. Her voice was strained, frightened.
“They burned your house.” Tears ran down her cheeks.
His stomach dropped. “Everything’s gone?”
“Everything. Oh, God. I’m so sorry. My father...” She covered her face and sobbed.
He drew her to him and folded her into his arms. “It isn’t your fault.” What was he going to do? He had nowhere to go. He had nothing except the clothes he had with him. Then he gently pushed her back. “I have to go out. But I’ll be back as quick as I can.”
“What are you going to do?”
“We have to leave. Tonight. If you’re coming with me, be ready when I return. Pack everything you want to take. Do you have a servant you can trust to discretely bring your stuff here?” His heart pounded. If she backed out...
“There’s one man I trust. He’s elderly but strong enough to carry my trunks. I’ll be ready.”
Relief coursed through him and he hugged her tight.
Tierney returned three hours later. First he’d gone to the ruins of his house and stared in sorrow. Afterward, he’d hurried to his solicitor’s home. The man hadn’t been pleased to be disturbed but he’d come through.
Tierney had a great deal of cash on him, a horse and buggy waiting as close as he dared leave them, and booked passage on a ship. They were almost home free. To his relief, five trunks sat in a neat row. She was ready though her eyes were red. Guilt stabbed his heart. He was taking her from her family and everything she knew. “You’re sure you want to go through with this?”
She threw herself into his arms. “Tierney, I’m sure. I couldn’t go on without you. No matter what it costs me.”
He hugged her tight then released her. “I love you, Sarah. I would do anything for you. Including letting you go if that was what you wanted.”
“I want to be with you. Forever.”
“Let’s go then. I have a buggy.” He grabbed one of the trunks and lifted it effortlessly. “I’ll get these and we’ll head for the docks. I have passage for us.” After tucking the first trunk into the buggy and assisting Sarah onto the seat, he glided back to get the other trunks.
When he left the house with the last of her belongings, hoof beats thundered behind him. Heart pounding, he dropped the trunk and spun around. Sarah’s father, astride a huge black horse, bore down on him with a wooden spear that he held like a jousting lance.
Tierney leaped, the spear sank into his shoulder. Shocking pain tore through him. As Wilkes pulled the horse to a halt and turned the animal, Tierney yanked the wood from his flesh. His right arm didn’t want to cooperate and pain radiated all the way down his side.
Regardless, he crouched and waited for the horse which apparently, Wilkes intended to run him down with. The animal appeared fearless. The beast thundered straight for him. Tierney held his ground, counting the strides. When the horse was two beats away, Tierney leapt and caught the animal’s head, throwing his weight onto the oncoming horse. He twisted to the side, pulling the horse off balance. The animal let out a shrill cry as its legs tangled and it went down hard, landing on Wilkes’ leg. Wilkes screamed and tried to push the one thousand plus pound animal off him.
Tierney grabbed the trunk, and ignoring his screaming shoulder, ran for the buggy. He didn’t want to kill Sarah’s father. Not when they were so close to escaping him for good. He couldn’t do that to her even though every instinct called for him to rip the man’s throat out.
He reached the buggy and tossed the trunk in the back with the others.
“What happened?” Sarah demanded in a fearful voice. “Oh my God. You’re bleeding.”
“I’m okay. Your father did that.”
A sob choked her. “Is he...”
“He’s fine. I didn’t kill him.” Even though he should have.
Shouts erupted on the property behind them.
“Shit. His men must have found him.”
“But you said—”
“I dropped his horse on him. His leg may be broken at the worst.”
“Thank you, Tierney.”
Tierney vaulted onto the seat beside her, grabbed the reins and the whip, and set the horse into a gallop. The buggy careened down the street and more than one pedestrian sprang out of the way.
Sarah clung to his arm and looked back over her shoulder.
“See any of them?” he asked.
“No. Not yet.”
Like him, she obviously expected them to give chase.
He took a corner too hard and the buggy went up on two wheels. Sarah screamed and buried her face in his uninjured shoulder. The buggy dropped back down and Tierney laid the whip to the horse. The ship was close. Five minutes away at the most. The horse thundered down the street, putting Tierney’s enemies further and further behind them.
And then they were at the dock. He hauled on the reins and brought the horse to a skidding stop. After he jumped down, he reached for Sarah and lifted her out. They ran for the ship. He would get her on board and then go back for her trunks. He’d bought clothes and had them sent to the ship. After her things were taken care of they would be ready to sail.
Once he had her in their cabin, he made short work of retrieving the trunks. He needed to get rid of the horse and buggy in case any of Wilkes’ men had seen it. He raced back to where he’d left the horse tied and climbed in the buggy. Now going at an easy trot, he drove the exhausted horse to a livery where he paid the proprietor to take the animal for the night. The man could do whatever he wanted with the horse and buggy. Tierney sure wouldn’t be around to collect the animal in the morning.
Safely inside their cabin, he finally took off his shirt to inspect the damage John Wilkes had done. Though an ugly, gaping wound that still hurt like hell, it was already beginning to heal. In a few days there would be no sign of damage or scaring.
But for now, he needed to clean away the blood and slap a bandage over the torn flesh...except he didn’t have anything to use to bind it up with.
Sarah poured water from the large pitcher into the matching bowl and swirled a wash cloth in the basin. “Let me take care of you,” she said.
He nodded gratefully and sat on the bed. She gently dabbed at the hole in his flesh. A little hiss of pain escaped him.
“I’m so sorry. I know this hurts,” she said and continued working on him.
“It isn’t your fault.” He managed to sit quietly until she finished. “I’m glad you came with me.”
“So am I. But we haven’t gone anywhere yet. When do we set sail?”
“Early in the morning.”
“Is it going to be dark enough in here?” she asked.
“Should be.”
“If it isn’t?”
“I’ll get a sunburn.”
She paled. “That isn’t funny.”
“Everything’s going to be fine. I promise.” And it would be. Worse case he would have to empty one of her trunks and sleep in it.
She finished cleaning him and Tierney put on one of his new shirts though he only fastened the last couple of buttons. He only needed enough cover to keep Sara from seeing the wound. “Come here.” He caught her hand and pulled her onto his lap.
“We’ll have to find a house. Once we have a real home I’ll bring you over with me.”
“You mean you’ll...”
“Turn you. Yes. We might as well get your change behind us.”
“Okay,” she whispered and leaned against him.
“You still want it, don’t you?” His heart pounded. If she didn’t, their future was limited by the ravages of time.
“You know I do. I would do anything to be with you.” She tilted her head up. “Kiss me, Tierney. I need to be close to you.”
He bent and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle press. Her honeyed taste begged further sampling. He licked at her lower lip until she opened for him. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along hers in slow sensuous strokes. Her hands sank into his hair and pulled at the leather tie until his locks hung free.
She slipped under his shirt and traveled upward over his chest. She stroked his nipples. Sensations of pleasure rippled through him at her touch. Her nails raked over him with gentle motions. He moaned into her mouth. God, she was fantastic. And she was all his. “I want you. But I need you on top. My shoulder...”
Her hands eased downward, over his stomach to his pants where her fingers worked them loose. Then she was delving inside, touching him. His groan of pleasure spurred her seeking fingers on and she wrapped them around his length. She freed him from his trousers. Her warm palm stroked along his shaft in a firm, even stroke.
She released him and tugged at his pants. “Take these off.”
He kicked off his boots and shoved his britches down and off then he settled back on the edge of the bed. He grinned in anticipation as she stepped between his spread legs and dropped to her knees. The silk of her hair tickled his thighs as she bent over him. Her mouth closed over his engorged head and he gasped at the contact. Her hot tongue swirled around him and teased at the little slit, probing and flicking.
“Sarah, you’re so good.”
She went down on him, hesitated, then took more of him into her.
Tierney groaned and buried his hands into her hair, urging her on. She stopped before taking more of him and then he was engulfed in her. He didn’t move. Once she was ready, she eased back up, swirled her tongue around the head then slipped back down on him. She continued until Tierney’s cock jerked hard. She slid off him but captured his balls in her warm palm.
She stroked her thumb over the delicate skin. Her hand was gentle but heat blazed where she touched him. He groaned and a single drop of fluid gathered in the little slit in his swollen head. She bent and licked it off while her fingers massaged his nuts.
“Sarah, you’re going to make me come if you keep playing with my balls.”
With a grin, she released him and stood. In moments, she had undone a row of tiny buttons and slipped from her dress. Her under clothes quickly followed.
He reached for her and drew her up against him. Her breasts were at the perfect level and he tongued one firm globe, laving over the pebbled peak. He held her still with one arm while his free hand delved between her thighs. His fingers encountered moist silk. She spread her legs wider, encouraging him. He found her swollen nub. He rubbed and circled until she caught her breath and pushed against his hand. He lavished attention on the little bit of flesh until a spasm ran through her. Then he stroked along her wet folds, seeking her core.
He breathed in her wonderful rose fragrance. There was no need to hurry. They would never be apart again. Maybe he had lost all of his material possessions, but he’d gained something far better. “I love you with all my heart,” he whispered as he found her opening and eased inside.
She moaned and rocked on his hand, pleasuring herself. Pumping vigorously, he worked her core until a cry tore from her and she gyrated on his hand. Once she finished quaking and sagged against him, he pulled from her clenching walls. He licked her from his fingers, relishing the taste of her pleasure.
She straightened and stepped back. “On the bed,” she said.
Tierney positioned himself in the center.
She crawled in with him and straddled his hips. His cock lay against her delicious backside. Reaching behind her, she caught and squeezed gently. “I love you, Tierney. I love everything about you.” She released him, bent down and kissed him. But before he could deepen the kiss, she sat up again.
She eased up, grasped him, and settled on his cock, taking him deep within her. With a moan, she threw her head back and rode him.
Tierney had a spectacular view of his woman giving them both pleasure. She had an expression of ecstasy on her lovely face as she slid up and down on him. Her breasts bounced with her motions. The visual was as good as the physical stimulation of his cock. Then she picked up speed, riding him faster, harder. She moaned her pleasure, then she stiffened. A second later, her movements became more frantic as she released.
Her walls squeezed him rhythmically, milking him until he could stand no more and with a shout of joy, his seed spurted deep within her.
Finally she collapsed on him, then rolled to his side where he gathered her close. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered. “We have forever.”
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Tierney gazed at his sleeping mate with tenderness and love. She would wake soon and they would venture out into the night. Charleston had received them with open arms and they were very careful in where they hunted. She had taken to vampirism with an ease that was almost frightening. But then, he’d always known females, in their own way, where much more vicious than males. Though neither of them ever killed. There was no need and leaving a trail of victims was nothing but a disaster waiting to happen.
They had escaped her father completely and no one in Charleston had any idea of their true nature. And they wanted to keep it that way. He’d never been as happy, not even when he was human, as he was with her in this new city. They had a new start. The only blight was that they could never have children together. Otherwise, life was perfect.
Tierney eased off the bed and stretched. He stroked his hard cock a few times and wished she would wake. He sauntered to the huge window and pulled the drapes back. Moonlight bathed the streets and light shown from windows along the beautiful street. He glanced down from the second story window.
A lone figure dressed in a hooded cloak stood below. A woman? Yes. He watched her with idle curiosity. Who did she await? A tardy lover? Her husband?
As if feeling his gaze, she turned toward him and lifted her head.
Tierney’s heart lurched and he staggered back a step. But he still saw her clearly.
Her eyes bore into his with a bind that held him tight, and a wide, evil grin stretched over Isabo’s face.
By M.K. Elliott
As the statuesque redhead stepped out onto London’s streets, the night wrapped its dark cloak around her.
The world was a lonely place. In her four hundred years walking its planes, Adrienne Gellespie had learned that much at least.
Though the street thronged with individuals—couples out on a date, groups of lads or girls, hoping to hook up, business people having after-work drinks—Adrienne always felt alone.
She walked with a brisk stride, all of her senses alert for that night’s prey. She knew what she desired tonight—a couple, young and fresh, out to have a little fun. Anyone too straight-laced wouldn’t bite, so to speak. They needed to be open to suggestion and some experimentation in the bedroom.
She passed the run-down off-licenses, general stores and rubbish piled up on the street. A young man sat huddled up on a piece of cardboard, a mangy-looking dog lying on his feet. Such poverty amidst such wealth.
Over the years, humanity had learned nothing about how to treat each other. Even though they thought themselves civilized and educated, truthfully nothing had changed over the Adrienne’s existence. Humans simply hid their cruelty better now.
At least with her own kind, there were clear divides. The elders, like her, were the ones to be feared and revered in equal measures. The newly turned would always be the underlings. Vampires held no illusions about being exactly what they were.
Ahead of her, a woman hurried across the street. Her dark hair flew back from her face and, even from this distance, Adrienne saw the woman’s full breasts bouncing beneath her shirt.
But her haunted eyes caught the vampire’s attention most. As dark as her hair, their depth revealed a tortured yet indomitable soul. The woman’s jaw was set in determination and, as a guy in a car wolf-whistled at her, she shot the man such a look of disdain, Adrienne found herself smiling.
Who was she?
The young woman reached the other side of the road and ducked down a side alley.
Interest piqued, Adrienne followed.
The vampire’s movement appeared to be no more than motion in the air to the human eye, a slight blur in their vision, like catching something in the corner of their eye only to turn and find nothing there.
The brunette hurried down past some industrial waste cans lining the back of a take-out store. Further ahead, a bouncer stood outside a set of double doors. A red neon sign above the entrance read, ‘The Paradise Bar’. A couple of the letters had blown and the remaining ones flickered and buzzed.
The woman glanced back, as if sensing a presence.
Cat-like, Adrienne sprung up and clung to the side of a fire escape, allowing her to watch without being seen.
The bouncer nodded to the woman as she passed, but she didn’t go through the entrance he guarded. Instead, she slipped into another side door, just a little further on.
A stripper?
Was the intense woman a stripper? The thought elicited a tightening clench of her pussy, together with something else, uneasiness, a disappointment?
Adrienne wasn’t sure, but she wanted more of the dark-haired woman and it seemed The Paradise Bar was the place to do just that.
Moving too fast for him to see, she slipped by the black bouncer, his thick forearms folded across the wide expanse of his chest. The big man frowned as she swept by and then jumped when the double doors seemingly burst inwards for no apparent reason.
She knew he’d trying to convince himself he’d only felt a sudden, cold gust of wind. The man would think ‘ghost’ before he thought ‘vampire’.
The club’s low ceilings made the place oppressive. Despite the smoking ban, a thin layer of cigarette smoke hovered in the air. A bar ran down one side; a sullen woman in a skimpy gold bikini, chewed gum and polished glasses behind it. Another couple of scantily dressed girls mingled among the customers as they sat at the numerous round tables, nursing drinks and erections in equal measure.
Running down the centre of the club, a small stage took pride of place, a silver pole joining the stage to the ceiling.
A few people noticed Adrienne standing at the back of the club, but they paid her no attention. She produced a sense of danger humans instinctually avoided. Like other animals in the presence of a predator, people often froze when she arrived, hoping not to be noticed.
On stage, a blonde woman with tattoos dipped down, pushing her skinny ass out to the audience. Only a red thong and stiletto shoes graced her body as she shook and shimmied, jiggling her little tits around to music blasting from speakers placed in every corner. A few guys half-heartedly pushed some bills into the woman’s thong and her track ended. The blonde scooped her bra off the stage and sauntered off.
Over the loudspeaker, a male voice announced, “And now, please welcome on stage...Calypso Dreams!”
Adrienne tensed as the woman from the street strutted out on stage.
A pair of gold stilettos displayed her strong thighs and long legs. A jeweled, black lace thong nestled in the cleft of her luscious, round bottom. Her curvy body narrowed at her tight waist and a push-up bra barely covered her full breasts.
The woman walked like a model, with high, jaunty steps. Reaching the front of the stage, she flipped her sheet of hair down, arching her back, gyrating her hips and ass.
Mesmerized, Adrienne stared. Had she ever seen anything so sexy in her life? She longed to touch the woman, feel her soft breasts beneath her fingertips, taste the sweat on her skin.
Around her, a few of the patrons whooped and clapped at the stripper’s arrival, though other met her act with a look of nonchalant disinterest.
The expression on the stripper’s face remained the same, strong but somehow impassive, as if she was somewhere else. But then her eyes locked with Adrienne’s and the woman faltered for the briefest of moments, before regaining her composure.
A jolt raced through Adrienne. No one had ever looked at her like that before—such directness, even in a crowd of people. Normally people didn’t meet her eye; they could tell she was something different.
The beauty reached for the pole positioned centre stage and lifted herself up, wrapping her creamy thighs around the metal before arching her body back, thrusting her chest out toward the crowd.
Every nerve in Adrienne’s body buzzed. She wanted this woman as she had never wanted anyone before, and it was all she could do to stop herself leaping at the stage and devouring her.
Strangely, the usual desire for a feasting of blood did not overtake her. It was the woman herself, Adrienne wanted. The woman, not her blood.
The thought of feeding sent Adrienne’s gaze flicking across the club. The majority of the bar—with the exception of the working girls—were male. Old, young, fat, well-dressed; all walks of life frequented the place. Then Adrienne spotted what she wanted; a couple in their mid-twenties—possibly here to spice up their relationship.
The girl, a svelte blonde, whispered something into her boyfriend’s ear and giggled. The young man spoke back, but his eyes never left the stripper. The pair dressed to impress tonight—the guy in a pair of dress jeans, shirt and a suede jacket and the girl in a tiny flipper skirt and a strappy vest-top. Adrienne wondered if she wore panties under the flimsy material. She’d made an obvious effort to compete with the girls they’d come to watch.
Adrienne didn’t want to leave the brunette on stage, but her hunger called. Besides, the sight of this particular stripper had left her moist in all the right places and with an itch in need of being scratched.
She pressed her thighs together, enjoying the sensations pulsing up through her pussy and tightening in her nipples. The stripper would cross her path again; she’d make sure of it.
Languidly, Adrienne crossed the room to where the young couple sat. The girl’s hand rested on her boyfriend’s crotch, massaging his erect cock through his jeans. The vampire smiled. They were going to make this too easy for her.
Standing behind the man, she leaned down and spoke into his ear, “You know, your girlfriend is sexy as hell.”
At the sound of her voice, he jumped. The girl glanced up to find Adrienne behind them, one long, pale hand placed on the man’s shoulder. A flicker of different emotions and thoughts went through her pretty little head, Adrienne reading each of them as easily as if she’d spoken them aloud: Who is she? Does she work here? Wow, she’s yummy.
Adrienne smiled again. Good, the girl was clearly up for some girl-on-girl action, and the men never turned down the opportunity to get an experience they expected to be jacking off over for years to come. Of course, none of them ever lived long enough to replay their fantasies, but at least they died happy.
“You don’t want any of these whores,” said Adrienne, smiling her sweetest smile. “You’re both way too hot to be paying for it, when I would give you what you wanted for free.”
The couple exchanged a glance: Is she serious? What do you think?
Still bending toward them, she pushed her full breasts, the nipples still hard and poking through her thin shirt, at the couple.
“I am serious,” she said. “Deadly, in fact. All you have to do is follow me and I’ll make your girlfriend come as she never has before.”
“And me,” the man insisted, nodding.
Adrienne shook her head. “I don’t think so, she said. “I don’t do men.”
He shot her a look of annoyance. “So what’s in this for me?”
“Don’t you want to see me eat out your girlfriend’s pussy?” she said, her delicate eyebrows arched. “I thought it was most men’s fantasy, to watch two girls together.”
The blonde stared at her with wide blue eyes, a flush of red creeping up her throat.
Adrienne positioned herself between them and slid a hand down the front of the girl’s top, her fingers finding the gentle weight of her breast and the hardened nub of her nipple. Gently, Adrienne grazed her nails across the sensitive peak and the girl gasped. The aroused boyfriend nodded, words locked in his throat over a bobbing Adam’s apple.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then,” she said, straightening up. “I suggest you follow me. My offer won’t be open much longer.”
The girl got to her feet, quickly grabbing her coat and purse. The man looked from his girlfriend to Adrienne, unable to believe his luck, and then pushed back his chair.
In her boots and jeans, Adrienne looked positively demure compared to the working girls, but with her flame-red hair, she was hard not to notice. Yet still not a single person looked up as she strode through the club, the young couple hot on her tail.
Adrienne pushed out of the double doors and passed the bouncer. He nodded at the couple as they exited, but ignored Adrienne. Her ability to go unnoticed in a crowd allowed her to kill as she pleased. When questioned, people found themselves unable to give any kind of real description, despite being a witness.
She knew of a hotel not far from here, willing to take cash payments with no identification. Her pace quickened as she headed to the location, that night’s entertainment hurrying along behind.
The hotel room housed a double bed, two bedside tables and a desk. A couple of cheap prints had been framed and hung on the wall, an attempt at making the otherwise basic room attractive.
The couple held hands and glanced at each other, suddenly unsure about the situation.