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That awkward moment when you accidentally fool around with a closet case. I have a strict policy against dating closeted guys. Confused straight guys? Absolutely. Guys who don’t mind being out and proud? Duh. But closet cases are a hard pass. Been there, done that, have the t-shirt with a giant picture of a broken heart on it. It would be a lot easier to stick to my dating rule if Matthew Hart could be slightly less irresistible.
Being a closeted gay college football player is not all it’s cracked up to be. After I broke my high school boyfriend’s heart by refusing to come out of the closet, I swore off serious dating. I don’t want to hurt anyone like that again, and I’ll admit I’m protecting my own heart in the process, too. It was a lot easier to stick to my no dating rule before I laid eyes on Jax Greene. He’s exactly my type in every possible way. If there’s even the slightest chance that history won’t repeat itself, I want to see where things might lead. Convincing Jax to give me a chance though might be the toughest play I’ve ever made.
**This book is the first M/M installment of the Sexy Nerd Boys series, but can be read as a stand-alone. Recommended for 18+ due to language and all kinds of hot sex
*please note this sneak peek is unedited*
Typically, waking up to the deep, pleasured moans of another man would mean it’s a great fucking morning. Unfortunately, these particular moans are coming through the walls, and are accompanied by the far less appealing, higher pitched, female cries of pleasure.
I grumble to myself as I gather my blankets closer to my bare chest, cursing my cold, empty bed. I grab my phone to check the time and decide it’s a reasonable hour to get up and take a shower before class.
Wincing as my feet meet the icy floor, the moans from the other side of the wall reach a crescendo and I consider giving them a round of applause just to be a dick. Chase and Lila are good roommates, noisy morning sex aside. They pay their portion of the rent on time, they keep the place pretty clean, and it’s nice to come home to an apartment that isn’t empty.
Their situation is pretty weird since he’s had a secret crush on Lila since before they officially met, and thanks to a weird twist of fate she ended up as my roommate. They’re still working out what all the sex means to them. But that’s not my story to tell.
I turn on the shower and bounce to generate heat as I wait for the water to reach the perfect temperature- which for me is just shy of scalding. I glance down at my half-hearted morning wood and contemplate tugging a quick one out. But, I can’t muster the necessary enthusiasm.
Something about the long, cold winter is getting to me and I get the feeling it’s the fact that all my friends have someone to cuddle up to during the cold nights and I’m riding solo.
The frigid January morning grips me by the balls as I make the trek to my first class of the spring semester.
As soon as I enter the lecture hall I’m flagged down by one of my teammates. Jinxy-so named for his abundance of superstitions regarding winning streaks- is the tight end for the football team.
“Hey QB,” Jinxy greets me with a fist bump. I slide into the empty seat behind him and listen as he starts to fill me in on his winter break.
I pull my hat down in an attempt to shield my ears from the frigid breeze. As I walk with my friends Lila and Hadley, on my way to pick up my very best friend Aubrey before our morning anthropology class.
“You know what I’ve been thinking,” Lila says to Hadley, eyeing me in a way that lets me know whatever “we” should do has something to do with me. “We should introduce Jax to…”
“I was thinking the same thing. Get Ravi off his case about needing a boyfriend,” Hadley agrees with a conspiratorial smirk.
“My ears are burning. Are you ladies trying to fix me up with some big hunk of man?” I ask with a mixture of amusement and hope.
“Yeah, the only thing is he’s not out,” Hadley laments. I frown and shake my head ‘no’ fast enough to give myself whiplash.
“Sorry, I don’t do closet cases. Been there, done that, have the t-shirt. Never again
“Oh there’s my girl,” I say, waving at Aubrey as she trudges through the snow towards us.
Hadley and Lila share a confused look at my wording.
“What? Just because I don’t want to put my dick in her doesn’t make her any less my girl. She sure as hell doesn’t belong to the dickrag she calls a boyfriend, he’s too busy sticking it in anything that moves.”
“Jackson Greene I cannot believe I let you talk me into a class before nine in the morning. I hate you,” Aubrey berates as she nears.
“You love me, now come give me some sugar.” I pull her in for a hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek before letting her go.
“You guys are kind of weird,” Lila notes with a laugh.
“You’re weird,” I shoot back with juvenile satisfaction.
“And on that note, this is where we leave you. Our class is that way,” Hadley says pointing to the left. I give the girls a hug and Aubrey and I head to the right.
“Could that guy be any more gay?” Jinxy says- halting his story about a girl he banged on New Years- as a girl and guy enter the classroom.
I roll my eyes and force my fists not to clench at his comment. My best friend, Hadley, told me I should just tell the neanderthals on the football team that I like guys and if they have a problem with it they can get fucked. But, it’s attitudes like Jinxy’s that have kept me in the closet.
No way I’ll have a shot at the NFL if I come out. We’ve come a long way in this country in the past few years, but there’s still a stigma on homo’s in the locker room. Can’t say I blame them entirely, although I’ve always been careful to keep my eyes forward and I’d never dream of hitting on any of my teammates.
Athletes aren’t my type. Not that I’m against all the rippling muscles or anything. But, if I had to describe my type I’d say he’s exactly like the guy who just walked in. Short, full beard, thick rimmed nerd glasses, and a mop of messy curls on top of his head that looks like he just rolled out of bed.
He catches me staring as he makes his way to a seat, he gives me a brazen wink and makes a kissy face at me. I can’t help but laugh. Dude has some balls, playing flirty with a ‘straight’ football player. My dick immediately takes notice, thickening in my pants.
“What a fucking perv,” Jinxy declares, giving the guy the finger.
“Do you even know him?”
“His name’s Jackson, I think. I sat next to him last semester in my English credit, he was always making passes at me.”
“For real?” my eyebrows go up. That’s more than fucking ballsy to repeatedly hit on a guy who’s made it clear he’s straight.
“Hey Sean, didn’t know you were in this class baby. Are we finally going to stop dancing around this attraction we’re both feeling?” Jackson taunts from a few rows back. Jinxy’s jaw clenches and his face turns red. I stifle a laugh. Jinxy’s such an idiot, the guy’s not hitting on him, he’s pushing his buttons.
Jackson notices my smirk and gives me an acknowledging head nod. I nod back before turning to face the podium as the professor gets ready to start his lecture.
I'm so excited to share Hard to Resist with you today! This installment of the Sexy Nerd Boys series centers around Hadley- who you might remember as Eve's roommate in Naughty Angel- and Ravi. Ravi is a sexy Indian boy with a love of Star Wars and writing Sci-fi, but he isn't very good at dictating his own life. He let his parents push him into a pre-med major, and he let his best friend warn him away from the one girl he's been in love with since he was sixteen. To be fair, that girl is his best friend's twin sister. But when Ravi and Hadley end up sharing an apartment he's going to find that she might just be too Hard to Resist.
And for those of you who've been following the Sexy Nerd Boys from the beginning there are some cameo's from the rest of the gang as well ;)
Once you read it I'm sure you'll be wondering, so I'll go ahead and let you know now- YES, Matthew is getting his own book ;) and I'm excited to do a foray into M/M romance for that crazy man.
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Sweat pours off of me as I slam my fists into the heavy punching bag. Peace floods my body as I revel in the stinging flesh of my knuckles. Left, left, right, left. I tune out everything else around me. All of the other sounds of fist on flesh, the smell of sweat, they’re all a million miles away. It’s just me and the punching bag. It’s just me and my residual rage being poured out in the form of sweat and violence. Perfection.
I’ll tell you a little secret, I have enough of them I can spare one now. When you wake up in a hospital bed with the realization that you narrowly escaped death you’re a changed person. Before the accident I was weak, but now I’m strong. The one thing I swore to myself when I walked out of that hospital was that I would never let anyone hurt me again. I’ve already been hurt enough in my life. I’m not going to be a victim anymore. At least not a victim to anyone but myself, but that’s a different issue altogether.
“Abby!” I stop mid-swing and grab the swinging bag to steady myself. I drag in deep breaths. My lungs burn with the effort to get enough oxygen into my body. I turn my gaze to the middle aged man who owns the gym. Ironically, his name is Jim.
“What’s up?” I ask breathlessly, keeping a conspicuous amount of distance between us. Jim is a nice guy and he’s never done anything to make me think he’s trying to creep on me, but, well...let’s just say I have ‘issues’ with men.
“Wow, you were really focused, I’ve been trying to get your attention for ten minutes. The ladies who signed up to take your self-defense class are waiting,” He informs me, gesturing towards a group of mostly college aged girls standing in a group outside of one of the classrooms.
I nod and grab a towel to wipe some of the sweat off of my face before heading over toward the women.
“Hi there, sorry to keep you ladies waiting, I was a bit absorbed,” I apologize with a laugh.
“You were amazing over there,” One of the girls says in a quiet, awed voice.
I look over at her with a smile. She’s small and meek with dirty blonde hair and a mousy face. She’s the kind of girl you would see and forget about thirty seconds later.
“Thank you,” I acknowledge before gesturing for everyone to make their way into the classroom. It’s really just a private gym area used to teach different classes like yoga, tai chi, and self-defense.
Once everyone is in and I’m standing in front of them I take several deep breaths to calm my nerves.
Why did I agree to do this? I hate public speaking. And, it’s not like I’m an expert or anything, I just got into kickboxing last year, after the accident. It’s been working a hell of a lot better than therapy, if you don’t count the recurring nightmares and the fact that I still don’t want a man to touch me. Well, you know what they say: you can’t win ‘em all.
“I’m so glad that you’ve all decided to take your safety into your own hands by taking this self-defense class.” I jump right into the class with my prepared speech.
Once I get through this I have to tackle getting my things moved into my new apartment. This is going to be a friggin’ exhausting day.
“So everybody let’s pair off and we’ll start right away with practicing some techniques.”
Limerence: the state of infatuation.
Infatuation: a shortlived but intense attraction to another person.
What constitutes short-lived? A week? A month? A year? I’m thinking three years is probably past the grace period to describe something as short-lived. The intense part though? Yeah, I’ve got that covered.
The rhythmic pounding of feet on pavement has always been soothing to me. Finding that perfect pace where you can zone out and just run. There’s nothing like it.
I often let my mind wander during these bi-weekly cross-country runs with the track team. I think about the future; mostly what I wish it would be instead of what it will be. And I spend a lot of time doing my best not to think about…
“Hadley Parker,” Greg Peterson says reverently to a sophomore, whose name I can’t remember, a few paces ahead of me. “I’m telling you man, she is so fucking hot.”
I bite my tongue until I taste blood. Greg Peterson is too big of a tool to have the right to even say her name.
“Isn’t her brother, Chase, crazy overprotective?” the kid asks.
Hell yeah, Chase is overprotective. As far as he’s concerned, no one is good enough for his sister. Not even his best friend in the world...that would be me.
“I guess so, but she’s like a secret agent or some shit. She’s really good at sneaking around so big brother doesn’t kill a guy,” Greg says with a laugh.
Bile rises in my throat. This doesn’t sound like a hypothetical have you seen that chick’s rack type conversation. He obviously has been with Hadley. Not that it’s any of my business who Hadley is sneaking around with.
Having a ridiculously inappropriate crush on your best friend's twin sister really sucks.
Dex and Remy
It’s Baby Time
I’ve been tossing and turning all night long, unable to get comfortable. It’s not surprising I can’t get comfortable, with my belly big enough to have its own zip code. Somehow Dex has managed to sleep through my shifting and grumbling. He’s snoring peacefully beside me, making me smile.
I never thought this would be my life; nine months pregnant with a gorgeous man in my bed...and I’m happy about it! Don’t get me wrong, I’m fucking terrified. But, I’m happy too. Ridiculously happy, in fact.
A sharp pain in my lower abdomen makes me gasp. My hand flies protectively to my stomach as I gasp from the sensation. After a second the pain recedes a little but doesn’t end entirely. I attempt to sit up and feel a sudden rush of wetness between my legs.
What the hell? Did I just pee myself?
“Dex,” I reach over and shake his shoulder, trying not to let myself panic. Is something wrong with my baby? “Dex, wake the hell up.”
Dex blinks awake with confusion.
“What’s up wrong?”
“I don’t know, it hurts and something’s wet. Dex, I’m scared.” The words are difficult for me to admit but as the pain spikes again I can’t hide my fear. Dex sits up, suddenly wide awake, concern etched in his face. He reaches out and puts a hand on my belly, before speaking to me in a soothing tone.
“Everything’s okay darlin’, take a few good deep breaths for me.”
A sob escapes my throat as I try to do as Dex says, but find it nearly impossible to calm my panicked breaths. His comforting hand moves to my back and starts rubbing comforting circles.
“Breathe for me, please. A few nice deep breaths,” he instructs, still calm as a damn summer day. How is he not as freaked out as I am right now?
“Daddy?” Maya appears in the doorway looking sleepy and concerned.
“Everything’s alright princess. I need you to be a good girl for me and go get your shoes on.”
“Are you okay mommy?” Maya asks me, still standing in the doorway. I’ve finally managed to start taking deep breaths like Dex instructed, and the sound of Maya calling me ‘mommy’ spreads warmth through my chest. She started a few weeks ago, right after she started preschool and realized the other kids mostly had two parents. She came home and asked Dex if I was her mommy. He explained to her that she never lived in my tummy like the new baby does, but if she wanted to call me mommy she could because I love and take care of her like a mommy.
“Maya, princess, mommy is okay. I need you to go get your shoes on because the new baby is coming now so we need to go to the hospital.”
Maya complies, padding out of the room to find her shoes.
“I’m having the baby now?” I ask, another shot of pain gripping me.
“I think so,” Dex says before kissing my shoulder tenderly and climbing out of bed. He comes around to my side of the bed and helps me up.
“I’m scared, Dex.” I admit, barely above a whisper. He gives me a sympathetic smile then smooths my hair down.
“You’ve got this Rem.”
I give him a skeptical look and absentmindedly rub my stomach. I’m about to push a human being out of me. What the hell was I thinking getting knocked up?
“I’m going to be there with you every step of the way.”
I’m still not convinced, chewing on my bottom lip.
“Plus, you don’t really have a choice. Our little girl is coming right now whether you’re ready or not,” there’s a hint of amusement in his tone that actually relaxes me a little. I nod with resolve and waddle to the dresser to pull on a pair of sweatpants. Dex yanks on a pair of jeans and grabs our ‘go bag’ before ushering Maya and I out of the house.
Dex calls his mom on the way to the hospital to tell her to meet us there. She’s going to pick up Maya from us and then bring her back to meet the new baby once it’s out of me. Good god, I feel like I’m about to live through a scene in Alien.
“Seriously Rem, you’ve got this.” Dex puts a reassuring hand over mine.
“Easy for you to say, you’re not pushing a human being out of your junk today.”
“Fair enough, but I promise it’s going to be worth it.”
Seventeen hours and a ton of cursing and sweating later our baby girl is born. When the doctor passes the wrinkly pink miracle to Dex there’s a distinct sheen of tears glistening in his eyes. He kisses her fuzzy head and whispers to her all kinds of promises about never letting anything hurt her.
Then he looks up and our eyes meet, emotion wells in my chest and prickles my own eyes.
“You did amazing darlin’. Are you ready to hold our little jelly bean?”
I nod wordlessly, not trusting my voice at the moment. I open my arms and Dex arranges her for me.
“We never did decide on a name,” Dex says, sitting beside me and gazing down at our daughter in my arms.
“What about Callie?”
“I like it, she looks like a Callie,” he agrees.
After a few more minutes the nurse says she’s going to take Callie to the nursery so I can rest and Dex goes to get Maya and his mom. Before he leaves he kisses me hard and gives me a sneaky sort of smile I can’t decipher.
“Okay, princess, I think she’s waking up. You remember what you’re going to do?” I ask, kneeling down in front of Maya in the hallway outside of Remy’s hospital room.
“Yes daddy,” she smiles proudly and holds her hand open to me. I take a deep breath and place the ring in her hand before turning her to face the room and waving her in. She scrambles up onto the bed as Remy blinks awake.
“Hey baby girl,” she opens her arms to let Maya snuggle up to her.
“Do you love me mommy?” Maya asks with her best ‘getting what she wants’ look. I do my best to keep from laughing at the blatant manipulation I’ve got my five year old daughter doing on my behalf.
“Of course I love you, Maya.”
“If you love me, then will you marry my daddy?” She smiles widely and opens her hand to hold the ring out to Remy. I hold my breath and step into the room, bracing for a reproach but hoping for an enthusiastic ‘yes’.
Remy gasps at the sight of the ring and then looks towards me. She squints her eyes with accusation.
“I believe Maya asked you a question, darlin’.”
“This has to be the most Machiavellian proposal ever contrived.”
“You said I couldn’t propose while you were pregnant. I respected your request,” I point out. “Now, are you going to leave my princess hanging or what?”
Remy rolls her eyes but I see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her sweet lips.
“Yes, I’ll marry your manipulative yet sexy father,” she tells Maya, plucking the ring from her hand and sliding it on. Then she pulls Maya in for an embrace.
“Can I get in on that?” I ask, but instead of waiting for a response I squeeze onto the bed and wrap my arms around both my girls. The timing is perfect because the nurse arrives seconds later with Callie and my world is complete.
“Maya, meet your new little sister.”
Maya’s eyes are wide as she gently touches Callie’s tiny hands.
“I’m going to teach her so many fun things daddy.”
“She’ll like that princess.” I kiss Maya, then Callie, and finally Remy. My heart is so full I feel like it might burst.
“I’m really glad you stormed into my apartment that day and called me on my bullshit,” Remy whispers.
“Any time my beautiful impossible girl, any time.”
Nikki and Lee’s first kiss
As soon as she steps onto the stage all eyes are on her, including mine. She’s petite and delicate looking but at the same time she has this presence that draws me in. Her long dark hair cascades down her back in perfect waves and her green eyes sparkle with excitement or intoxication, maybe both. The music starts up and she grabs the microphone like she owns the
“This was never the way I planned, not my intention. I got so brave drink in hand, lost my discretion.” Her voice caresses the lyrics perfectly, she elicits hoots and hollers from the audience. Her eyes lock on mine and it’s like I’m caught in a trance. She winks at me and begins to belt out the chorus. “I kissed a girl and I liked it, taste of her cherry chapstick…”
My heart flutters in my chest and I can’t take my eyes off of her. Her song ends too soon and the trance is broken. As soon as she steps off of the karaoke stage she’s met with a multitude of horney college guys all asking to buy her a drink. She slowly makes her way in my direction with the hoard of guys following her. My hands are shaking, what am I going to say to her if she comes over here?
“Please let me buy you a drink beautiful?” One of them asks her as she approaches my table.
“Thanks, but you’re wasting your time, I don’t swing that way. And, spare me any lewd comments about how your dick could turn me straight because that shit makes me gag.”
I can’t help but laugh. Her gaze lands on me sharply and the twinkle in her eye intensifies.
“See, she knows what I’m talking about. Now scurry along boys I don’t want any of you cramping my style while I offer to buy this sexy lady a drink.”
“No thanks,” I respond, peeling the label off of the beer I have in front of me.
“Come on, I’m not looking for anything other than to make every man in here jealous that I had the privilege of buying the most beautiful chick in here a drink and they didn’t,” She coaxes.
“Well, when you put it that way.” I relent with a smile.
“Excellent, come sit at the bar with me, I like to be near the supply,” She says with a laugh. I abandon my table and my warm beer and follow her to the bar for a fresh drink.
“Two rum and cokes,” She orders for us when we get to the bar. For a girl who can’t be any taller than 5’1” and probably weighs eighty pounds soaking wet she sure knows how to get her way.
“I’m Nikki by the way,” She finally introduces herself.
“I know, we had sociology class together last semester, I had a bit of a crush on you.”
How is it possible I had never noticed her.
“Yeah, but you were always talking to that one really douchey guy, Trevor of something like that.”
I cringe at the reminder.
“I have bad taste in men,” I say vaguely. The truth is that I realized not too long ago that the reason I have bad taste in men is that I don’t actually like men. Nikki watches my face for a few seconds as we both sip our drinks.
“I lied, now that you’ve accepted the drink I think you owe me a night of debauchery” She says with a flirtatious smile.
“It would take a shit ton more alcohol for that to happen,” I laugh, trying to ignore the excited electricity that is suddenly buzzing over my skin.
“Barkeep!” She shouts banging a hand down on the bar to get his attention. “I require one metric shit ton of alcohol so that I might get into this young ladie’s undergarments.”
I feel my face turning bright red but I can’t help but laugh.
“A metric shit ton?” I ask incredulously.
“Ah yes, a metric shit ton is more than a standard shit ton by a conversion factor of 2.87,” She explains in a serious tone.
“You are...something else.” I laugh and shake my head.
“I hope something good?”
I bite my bottom lip and smile at her in a way that I’m sure can only be described as flirtatious. Am I really doing this? It suddenly occurs to me that there are tons of people here, watching and judging.
“I should actually get going,” I say in a rush, jumping up and knocking the bar stool over.
“Wait, Lee.” Nikki reaches towards me.
I wave her off and turn to flee.
“Thanks for the drink,” I shout over my shoulder as I shove my way through the crowd.
As soon as the warm night air hits my face I stop and take several deep breaths. I can’t believe I was flirting with a girl in front of a room full of people. My parents would’ve died of a friggin heart attack if they’d seen that.
“Lee,” Nikki’s voice breaks the silence of the night. “I’m sorry if I came on too strong,” She says, approaching me slowly.
“You didn’t. I’m just...nervous,” I admit with a self deprecating laugh.
Nikki stops right in front of me in the quiet parking lot and my breath catches in my throat. She looks so soft and beautiful in the moonlight, it makes my heart hurt. My stomach starts twisting itself into knots.
She tilts her chin up and meets my gaze. There’s a charge in the air like something is going to happen. I want something to happen. I want to know if it would feel different, if it would feel right.
For five years I’ve jumped into bed with any guy who gave me the time of day, trying to prove to myself that I’m straight. But, it never felt right. At a certain point I need to know if it’s because it’s not right for me or because I haven’t found the right guy. I tentatively reach over and brush a stray strand of Nikki’s silky hair behind her ear.
I lick my lips and her eyes focus on my mouth. I wonder what her lips taste like, I wonder what she kisses like. Would it be like the slobbery, unskilled kisses I’ve had with so many men? Or, would it be like the smooth, overly practiced kisses that make me wonder where the passion is? I lean forward slowly and she meets me half way with her lips.
Our kiss is tentative at first. Her lips are soft and warm and taste like cherries. I can’t help but think back a short while earlier when she was singing the Katy Perry song on stage.
Her teeth graze my bottom lip teasingly. I ease my tongue out to explore her mouth. Our tongues tangle and my breath quickens. This isn’t like any other kiss I’ve ever had. Her delicate hands run through my short hair and pull me even further into her lips.
So this is what a kiss is supposed to feel like.
The day is finally here! Dex and Remy's story is finally here in Impossible Girl!
Here's a quick excerpt, then you can pop over to the 'shop' tab to pick up your copy ;)
Dex is practically squirming the entire drive to my apartment. I do my best not to laugh at his obvious discomfort. I’m sure he thinks I’m going to try to seduce him again, this time with the ammunition of a prize owed for my teams win today on the paintball field. But, I have too much pride for that. If and when we finally have sex, it’s going to be insane and passionate, not something that I strong arm him into. Although, I’ve already decided that I am going to use my prize request to get a kiss from him. I need to know if his lips are as soft as they look.
“Want to come up for a little bit?” I ask. His gaze remains fixed forward as he clearly engages in an inner debate, before finally giving a curt nod and switching off the engine.
As soon as we’re in my apartment I feel sticky with sweat. I imagine I don’t exactly smell like a rose. Not how I was hoping to feel when I get my first kiss from Dex.
“Would you mind hanging out for a few while I hop in the shower?” I bite my lip and hold my breath for his answer.
“Sure darlin’,” he agrees, settling into my couch.
I take a lightning fast shower and when I’m done I pull my wet hair into a messy bun and pull on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts before heading back out into the living room. Dex is watching the show The Cosmos so I sit down next to him and watch in silence for a few minutes.
“Alright, the suspense is killin’ me darlin’,” Dex says after several minutes.
A smile spreads across my lips and I turn to him with an innocent look on my face.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you want for winning?” he asks, a nervous look in his eyes like he’s not sure he wants to know. I’ve never seen a guy treat sex like it’s a firing squad before. I’m torn between amusement and offense.
“Relax cowboy, when we have sex it’s going to be because you absolutely can’t control yourself one second longer, not because I won a silly game,” I assure him, allowing the heat to seep into my eyes so that he can get the full effect of what I’m saying. He swallows thickly and I notice the tell-tale bulge in his pants. Good.
“So what do you want?”
“Just a kiss.” I lick my lips and wait for his response. I can see his pulse pounding in his throat and it’s all I can do to stop myself from leaning forward and running my tongue along it to elicit a moan from him.
“Okay, just a kiss,” he agrees.
He leans forward but I push him back against the couch and climb into his lap to straddle him. His eyes go wide and I can feel his excitement pressed firmly against my center. I run my fingers through his thick, blond hair like I’ve been envisioning doing for the past two weeks. As soon as his lips part in a moan I go in for the kill, devouring his lips. I suck his tongue into my mouth and take control of the kiss. He gives as good as he gets, challenging me for control with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Dex meets my tongue stroke for stroke, and nibbles my bottom lip when I pull back for air, his hands grasp my hips, keeping me from grinding into him like I so desperately want to.
My heart is thundering and my panties are soaked. I’ve never been this worked up in my entire life, and if he can do this to me with just one kiss I can’t wait to know what sex with him is like.
“Remy,” he gasps, his voice filled with desperation. I know that we’ve both just about reached the limits of our self-control. I reluctantly climb off of his lap and seat myself on the opposite end of the couch so that I’m not tempted to jump him again. “That was somethin’ else.”
“That’s an understatement,” I agree with a laugh.
“Go on a date with me?” he asks, vulnerability seeping into his voice. My heart leaps with hope, the word ‘yes’ is right on the tip of my tongue but I bite it back. I’m standing on the edge of a cliff and I’m too afraid to take the leap. If I let him in, I’ll give him the power to break me. When he leaves it will break me. I shake my head ‘no’ and avoid his gaze. I can’t bear to see the disappointment in his eyes, or for him to see the same in mine.
“I’m not giving up darlin’. We’d be good together, I know that you can see that, too.”
I hope he doesn’t, because I desperately want to say ‘yes’.
Here's and extra for all of you Asher addicts ;)
**warning this scene contains mature content. Enjoy you dirty birdies ;)
“Wow, you must be a pretty big deal for us to get our own private tour,” Eve whispers as we follow the NASA tour guide through the nearly empty building.
“I was told to make sure to give you two the royal treatment, the big boys upstairs have told me that Asher is going to be a big deal around here once he finishes his doctorate.”
I blush at our tour guide’s words. On some level I still can’t believe they are impressed enough with me to really want me to join their team once my doctorate is completed. I’ve dreamed of this since I was a child. In fact, there’s not much in my life that isn’t going my way these days. I’ve got my beautiful girlfriend, my friends, and I’m well on my way to my dream career. If I was superstitious I’d be stocking up on rabbit feet to ward off any possible bad ju-ju. I mean, how much good luck can one guy have?
“What’s wrong?” Eve whispers.
“Nothing at all Angel. I was just wondering if we can manage to slip away from Trisha here so I can try to charm my way into your panties.”
“I’m not wearing any.”
Her words are like a shot of viagra, I’m just barely able to bite back a groan.
“You guys are going to enjoy our next stop, it’s the flight simulator,” Trisha announces.
“Awesome, can we try it out?”
Eve giggles at my enthusiasm. I’m sure I sound like a kid on Christmas, but I’ve always wanted to try the flight simulator. The summer I interned here I never got around to giving it a go.
“Only if you promise not to tell anyone I let you, that piece of equipment is worth millions.”
“Deal,” I agree quickly, rubbing my hands together enthusiastically.
Trisha leads us down the hall to a fairly large, mostly empty room. In the center is what appears to be a huge white box, with a set of stairs leading up to it.
“Here it is, the flight simulator.”
I grab Eve’s hand and practically drag her up the steps, grinning like an idiot. Seriously, I can’t believe how cool this is. We climb inside and my eyes are darting everywhere at once, taking in all of the controls in the small area, and the two cramped seats.
“Oh shoot, I’m supposed to be starting another tour in five minutes. Are you two alright if I leave you alone?”
“Uh yeah, if you’re sure that’s okay.” I certainly don’t want Trisha losing her job because I was dying to play in the flight simulator.
“Absolutely, like I said, you’re the new golden boy.” Trisha gives me a wink before waving goodbye and leaving Eve and I alone.
“Are you ready to see what this baby can do?” I ask, pointing Eve to one seat while I close the door and get settled into my own.
“What’s going to happen?” Eve asks with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I mean, this isn’t the thing that spins you around until you puke is it?”
I bark out a laugh, remembering all too well the last time Eve and I went on a spinning ride together. I’d ended up covered in her vomit. Although, I can’t complain about how that day ended.
“What are you thinking about with that sexy smirk?” She asks, her hand reaching out and caressing my arm. That’s when I remember that she’s not wearing panties.
“I’m thinking about my sexy Angel, sitting over there in a skirt, without any panties on,” I answer gruffly.
“It’s not a short skirt,” Eve defends herself with a glint in her eyes.
“No, but the easy access is tempting as hell. Why don’t you climb up in my lap and we’ll try this thing out.”
Eve shimmy’s over onto my lap without question. It’s ridiculously cramped but I’m not about to complain, especially when she grinds her ass against my erection.
“If I remember correctly there was something about semi-public sex on that naughty list of yours wasn’t there?” I ask, slowly drawing a finger up the inside of her thigh. She shudders with pleasure and melts into me.
“I can’t remember. If not, I think it’s an excellent addition.”
“That’s my naughty angel.”
My lips trail along the soft skin on her neck while my hands continue their exploration. Her legs fall open for me and I can’t deny that gives me a sense of primal satisfaction. She’s all mine.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet for me,” I groan against her neck, grinding my hard cock against her ass.
“Asher, please,” she moans as my finger draws lazy circles against her clit, not fast enough to get her off, just enough to make her desperate to be filled by me.
“Please what?” I lightly nip her shoulder before plunging my middle finger into her tight little pussy. “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”
I give her a few more teasing thrusts with my finger before pulling it out and easing her off my lap so I can unzip my pants.
“Can you turn around for me?”
Eve manages to turn around, although I’ll admit it wasn’t graceful in the tight quarters, and then looks down at my hard cock with a hungry smile. She reaches down and wraps her delicate fingers around me, giving me a few firm strokes.
“Fuck, that feels good baby.”
“I know I don’t have any basis for comparison, but I’m pretty sure you have the greatest cock of all time.”
That primal pride surges in my chest again. And, I also can’t help but notice how casually she said ‘cock’. She’s come such a long way in such a short time. She’s gone from the shy girl I met the day before classes started, to the beautiful, confident woman stroking my cock just right.
I grab her hips and guide her down onto me, desperate to feel her hot pussy enveloping me.
“Fuck Angel, I love your tight pussy,” I groan as she eases down onto me, until I’m buried balls deep in heaven.
“It loves you, too.”
I would laugh if I wasn’t so busy trying not to come embarrassingly soon. I lift her shirt to expose her bra, and then yank the lacy cups to the sides so I can lick her delicious, pink nipples. I tug one of her nipple rings between my teeth as she continues to roll her hips, rubbing her clit against me with each thrust. Her fingers thread through my hair and tug, telling me she wants it harder. I move my focus to her other nipple, so it doesn’t feel left out of course, and tug that nipple ring a little more firmly than the first.
“Oh god, yes,” she cries out, riding me faster. My balls tighten and the hot tingling at the base of my spine warns of my impending eruption. Her pussy clamps down around my cock, and I swear I nearly forget my own name. Luckily Eve is kind enough to shout it repeatedly for me. I thrust my hips once more and then lose myself in her.
“We just had sex in the flight simulator at NASA, that seems really bad ass,” Eve says once she catches her breath and fixes her clothes. I laugh as I zip my pants back up.
“It really was. Now, I wonder if there’s a button on this thing to simulate hyper drive.”
My Writing Room:
This topic is sort of a foreign concept to me, because I guess in a lot of ways the world is my writing room. The thought of holing up in a room to write makes me itch a little, and makes the ADD person in my head start to pace. I write on my laptop so I can write wherever I am. I do write a significant amount on my couch. But, I've also been known to write in class, in my car (while stopped of course), outside, or pretty much anywhere else I happen to be when the mood strikes.