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Wings of Love
by Scotty Cade
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
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Synopsis:
Devastated after losing his partner of fifteen years to cancer, Dr. Bradford Mitchell tries to escape the emptiness and loss by leaving his life in Seattle behind. Traveling to the Alaskan mountains where he and Jeff often vacationed, Brad reconnects with Mac Cleary, the ruggedly handsome and very straight float plane pilot who had flown them to Hyline Lake many times in the past. Brad and Mac form an unlikely friendship and buy an old log cabin together, and as he and Mac begin to bring the old cabin back to life, Mac watches Brad come back to life as well, stirring emotions in him he’s never felt for a man before.
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Renowned oncologist Dr. Bradford Mitchell sat hopelessly in the cold, sterile Seattle hospital room, clinging to the hand of the man he loved more than anything in this world, more than life itself. The man he couldn’t save—no matter how hard he tried—from the terrible cancer eating away at his body. As Jeffery Owen, his partner and lover of fifteen years, lay unconscious and seemingly peaceful, Brad watched him draw in and exhale short, steady breaths and listened to the constant blip-beep blip-beep blip-beep of the heart monitor, the only sign that Jeff was still alive.
He tried to remember happier times when their lives didn’t involve daily doctor’s appointments, harsh rounds of chemotherapy, and the many other experimental treatments he’d selfishly forced Jeff to endure. He tried to remember back to when Jeff was a healthy and strikingly handsome young architect with a client list envied by every other architect in his firm. A time when his own thriving practice, now sold, his research, and Jeff were all he needed in this world. They were happy and had the rest of their lives to look forward to.
Then that dreadful day came, with the news of stage four colon cancer. Their entire world was turned upside down in one day. After two years of fighting and enduring one experimental treatment after another, Jeff made the decision to stop everything. Brad had tried unsuccessfully to convince Jeff to keep fighting, but Jeff had had enough. Brad knew that the side effects of the treatments were probably worse than the effects of the cancer, at least early on, but he just thought that if they kept trying, something was bound to work. In the end, however, it was Jeff’s life and his decision, and like it or not, Brad had to accept it.
Everyone at the hospital knew Dr. Mitch and gave them as much privacy as Jeff’s medical needs would allow, which had been a blessing over the last couple of months. Before Jeff slipped into the coma, they’d had long hours just to be together and enjoy the time Jeff had left. Although Brad did his best to hide his breaking heart and grief, he knew Jeff was brutally aware of what he was going through. Jeff had once told him that if their positions were reversed, he couldn’t imagine how he would cope. Jeff had done the best he could to prepare and calm Brad, and to assure him that he was at peace with his decision. Jeff had also made him promise to go on with his life, to eventually accept the love and happiness that would surely come his way if he was open to it. He reluctantly promised, as he could never deny Jeff any request no matter how big or small, but he knew the promise was as empty as his heart. He couldn’t go on; he couldn’t imagine a life without Jeff, nor could he fathom falling in love again.
As Brad sat in the same uncomfortable hospital chair in which he’d sat for the last two and a half months, he didn’t feel anything but the empty world around him. Hand in hand and with his head on Jeff’s lap and his ear listening to as much as feeling his breaths, he noticed that Jeff’s breathing was becoming more and more unsteady and knew that his time on this earth was running out.
Suddenly, as if Jeff were forcing memories of happier times into Brad’s defeated body, events of their fifteen years together started to flash before his eyes. The smile on Jeff’s face when they moved into their first home together, that he had designed. How every Christmas morning Jeff made them wear goofy flannel pajamas and sit cross-legged around their Christmas tree, opening gifts. How funny Jeff looked at their Halloween party two years ago when he was in a wheelchair and insisted they dress up as Blanche and Baby Jane Hudson from What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? How hot he looked in his scuba gear on their last diving trip to Bermuda. How happy and relaxed he was when they were on their yearly trip to Alaska. They’d had such a full, wonderful life, until …. They both thought they had a lifetime together, but fate had other plans. So here they were, Jeff unconsciously fighting for every breath and Brad not knowing which breath would be the last. God, how did it all come down to this and how will I ever survive?
Sensing that the end was near, Brad removed his shoes, climbed into the bed, slid his arm under Jeff’s neck, and held him close. For the first time since the diagnosis, his tears fell freely. Then the rise and fall of Jeff’s chest stopped, and the heart machine indicated a long, flat beep. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmly reached over and turned off the heart machine. Stone-cold silence.
With Jeff still in his arms, he gently kissed him on the lips and whispered, “So long, my love, rest well.” He got out of the bed, picked up his shoes, and backed away from Jeff’s bed, never taking his eyes off his lover. When he reached the door, he stood there for what felt like hours; finally he turned and opened the door to what was left of his life.
The next few days were a blur. Friends consoled him, surrounded him, and tried to feed him, but he was just going through the motions. The memorial service and burial were exactly as Jeff wanted, simple and sweet; their friends saw to that. But as he thought back, he couldn’t remember a single detail or anything he’d said or anything that had been said to him. All he remembered was seeing a coffin holding the other half of his empty existence.
When the services were over and he’d forced his friends to go home, he was finally alone in the house he and Jeff had lived and loved in. He looked around and immediately knew he couldn’t stay in this house any longer, at least not right now. Everywhere he turned, something reminded him of his love and his loss.
He spent the next three hours packing his clothes, and he placed four suitcases at the front door. He wanted to take something to remember Jeff, but what? He took one last look around and decided to take the picture of him and Jeff on one of their many vacations to Hiline Lake in the Alaskan mountains. They both loved the wilderness and especially this spot; they often referred to Hiline Lake as their spot. They looked so happy then, and that’s all he wanted to remember. He put his suitcases on the front porch, called a cab, and closed and locked the front door. He didn’t know if he would ever be back, but he knew where he was going.
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Voyeurism
by Cari Quinn
I’m so happy to be at Naughty in the Backseat today! I have a brand new release out at Ellora’s Cave titled Reveal Me, and it’s a story I love for a lot of reasons. One of those reasons is the backdrop for the opening of the story – a voyeurism club called Kink that will hopefully play a predominant role in upcoming books in the series.
Kink isn’t just a playground for those with fetishes they like to explore. Rather it’s a place where anyone can embrace the freedom to be themselves, with anyone watching. Some of the characters in the series enjoy voyeurism and being part of the action. Some don’t. But they all learn more about themselves through their sexual interactions at the club. I’m hoping people like Reveal Me and are excited to read more about Kink and the people who frequent the club.
Now it’s your turn. Does the idea of reading about a voyeurism club intrigue you? Or even better, would you rather experience one firsthand?
About the Author: Award-winning, multi-published author Cari Quinn wrote her first story—a bible parable—in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. She attempted her first romance in junior high, long before she’d ever read one. Writing what she knew always took a backseat to what she wanted to know, and that still holds true today. Cari’s genres of choice include contemporary, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, urban fantasy and paranormal. Recently she discovered erotic romance. Oh, how far she’s come.
CHECK OUT CARI QUINN’S NEW BOOK — OUT NOW!!!
Revel Me
by Cari Quinn
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Synopsis:
Alana MacGregor craves excitement, but when her sometimes lover dumps her at a popular sex club, she wonders if she’s outgrown her live-fast-and-recover-later lifestyle. The last thing she expects is to run into the nerdy guy she rebuffed in high school—or for him to rock her world in ways no other man ever has.
Hot on the trail of a story, Carter Nicholas can’t believe his luck at encountering the one woman he’s never forgotten. He’s come a long way from being a wall-hugging geek. Now he gets all A’s between the sheets. But can he convince Alana he’s her sure ticket to an unforgettable night—and maybe much more?
An Excerpt From: REVEAL ME
Copyright © CARI QUINN, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Alana MacGregor, it’s been a long time.” He crossed his arms over his chest, flexing impressive muscles under his black T-shirt. He stared at her, his fingers digging into his delicious biceps. “Middlemarch High,” he said after a moment. “Remember?”
Her interest plummeted. Sexy guy or not, she had no desire to take any ill-advised trips down memory lane. High school reminded her of when she’d done anything to fit in. She’d told herself she’d changed so much from that insecure girl, but hadn’t she just been dumped by a guy whose idea of commitment was a date at the Double Burger? Clearly she hadn’t changed one iota.
“Mac?” he pressed, clearly waiting for an answer.
Ignoring him, she motioned to the bartender. Jack sidled over and gave her a slow smile. “Need more Patron, sweetheart?”
“Yep. Hit me, babe.”
“I’ve got it.” Her new friend slipped a ten by the glass placed in front of her. Jack grabbed the cash and headed off to fill more orders.
Shrugging, she downed the shot and snapped the glass on the bar. The burn made her wince, but damn did it feel good when the liquid reached her belly. “Tastes the same no matter who pays.”
“Same old Mac.” She squinted at him when he shook his head. Shaggy reddish-brown hair dipped into his eyes and was thumbed back. “Guess I hoped you were different now.”
“Can’t say the same, since I don’t have a clue who you are. Nor do I want to.”
She wasn’t a nice drunk, and tonight wasn’t the night to change her ways. She couldn’t even claim to be really inebriated. Three shots just gave her a nice, subtle buzz. Besides, it wasn’t this guy’s fault she’d had such a craptastic evening. Hell, if he’d gone to Middlemarch High, he might have been a friend. Surely she’d had a few of those, other than Kelly.
Right? She leaned on the bar and stifled the urge to brush the hair off his forehead. His eyes narrowed and hers widened as a memory teased her mind. But she couldn’t grab it, any more than she could keep from sliding her feet apart on the rung of the barstool. She knew he noticed the subtle invitation from his deep exhale.
Alana rubbed her lips together, savoring the last of the tequila. “Listen, maybe we got off on the wrong foot.”
She blinked as he stepped closer and infused her personal space with his unusual scent. Crisp aftershave and…faintly, ink. Weird. But also irresistible.
No wonder she always got into trouble. Her addiction to men knew no bounds.
He slid one muscular thigh between hers and her knees fell open like the gates to Graceland, granting him instantaneous admission. She was surprised she managed not to whimper fuck me like the eager, uh…beaver she knew she must look like.
“Did you like the drink?” His voice rumbled along her nerve endings, the deep baritone vibrating straight into her pussy.
“Patron’s my favorite.” Her phone went off in her hand, but she couldn’t quite coordinate her arm to lift it to her ear.
Whether she was buzzed, desperate or just horny, she didn’t know. Right now her overactive libido couldn’t differentiate.
“I want a taste.”
He leaned down and she leaned back, giving herself a little room to think. This wasn’t smart. Rebound flings never worked out. Celibacy was where it was at.
Problem was, she wanted him. Wanted someone. She wasn’t like Kelly, who could go ages without sex. It had already been several months since Alana last touched Ramon. She was overdue. Overripe. She needed the thrill of an appreciative man’s touch as much as she needed her morning jolt of java.
And he was here, ready, willing—her fingers brushed the thick hardness behind his zipper—and more than able.
So what was she waiting for? Maybe crying suited some women, but she’d always been one to hop right back on the horse. Preferably bareback.
She closed the space between them and, forgoing subtlety, dove in for the mother of all kisses. Mmm. Heat punched into her—a quick, swift jab that left her reeling. She gasped and clutched his T-shirt, clamping her lips over his again before more sounds escaped. His tongue invaded her mouth, hot and all-consuming.
Want. Need. Bad.
A Valentines Day Story
BY: D. Musgrave
Ever wonder what warm chocolate and skin taste would taste like? This short story gives you a graphic glimpse of one woman’s fantasy about her two favorite things, chocolate and Tony.
This story is full of imagery that make this 46 year old woman think about melting a pot of chocolate on Valentine’s Day and calling in to work sick. Better yet, let’s start right now. The way the author describes the way the chocolate slides down the skin is delicious.
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl. I work at my job, day in, day out, without complaint. I volunteer my time at the animal shelter. I even take my niece and nephew out for ice cream once a month. Date night for my sister and her husband. All I want for Christmas is the man of my dreams. Tall, handsome, dark hair, blue eyes, gorgeous smile, funny, loving, tender, and caring. Someone who makes me laugh and laughs with me. Someone who will make me feel alive and loved. Someone who will love me with passion and make all of my wildest, sexiest dreams come true. Is that too much to ask for?
With love, hope and lots of prayers.
Layla
I was giving it a shot in the dark. It was date night for my sister and her husband; I had Lexie and Matthew. It is that time of the year when kids are writing letters to Santa and Lexie asked me to write one too. I figured why not, what is the harm in writing one. No one will ever see it. I put it out there for old Saint Nick to see what I truly wanted for Christmas. As soon as we finished, we sealed them up, addressed them with the proper address and put them on the counter. Okay, I might have been a little too descriptive, but I wanted to make sure if I had one shot in a million, I just as soon ask for what I really wanted right. Yea, I laughed my ass off too.
It was bedtime and they loved having story time before I tucked them in. With all that done, they were sound asleep in their rooms. As I was walking out, my sister and her husband were walking in. Perfect timing.
“Layla, were the kids good?,” my sister would always ask me.
“Of course Angie, they were angels.”
I bid them good night and left for my house. The ride home was lonely, thinking of my sister and her family brought a bit of jealously. I can admit to being a little jealous; jealous that she had it all and I had nothing.
Sure, I have things in life that are important; my health, a career, a roof over my head and food on my table. For those things I am very thankful, but I feel like a part of me is missing. Looking at those kids and Angie, I knew what it was; I wanted love in my life. It has been a year since my last relationship. It had ended on a very sour note and didn’t leave me too eager to jump back into the dating pool. I did the blind dates with friend’s of friends, not successful. I did the double dating, no go there. And living in a small town does not help either, because everyone knows everyone else. I did it all and could not find him. The one. Guess I was looking too hard, so I gave up looking all together and just embraced life.
The only thing I had going for me was that I left town for a little while, there were some new faces in the community. I had big dreams that the grass was greener on the other side. However, that was so not the case. Life was okay. I graduated from college, got a good job and met a guy, Jake. I thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. We moved in together after dating for a year and it was great. That is, until I found out I was not the only girlfriend he had. Apparently working late nights meant “working” on someone else.
So, I took that as my cue to come home. My parents found me a house to rent; one of their friend’s son had moved out of his house and he was looking to rent it out. My Mom put the deposit down to make sure I had a place to stay. Home is where my heart belongs she would always tell me. I settled in my new house, found a job at a local accounting firm and settled back in my life.
After moving back I discovered on Saturdays in the downtown area, there was a farmers market that would open early in the morning. So one weekend, I got out of bed and headed downtown to see what it was all about. Boy, was I glad I did. While I was looking around, I accidentally bumped into this guy. I turned around to apologize and when I looked up I could not believe it, it was Devin Anderson. I had a crush on him the whole time we were in high school. He was a year ahead of me and he was the one all the girls wanted. I didn’t think he would recognize me; we were not that close in high school. Our parents were friends, but he was older than I and therefore a little out of my league. I did not expect him to remember me.
”Sorry, excuse me.” With that being said, I turned around to finish shopping when I felt a hand grab my arm. I turned around to see the sexiest smile planted right on Devin’s face.
”You don’t know how to tell someone hey anymore?”
That voice, oh dear heavens above; apparently things did not change. My stomach felt like a million butterflies were taking flight at that moment, my knees decided to go weak and I won’t even talk about lower parts of my body that decided it had been far too long.
”It’s me, Devin.”
Did he really think I could ever forget what he looked like? The man who has haunted my dreams for twelve years. “Of course I recognized you Devin. It’s just… I just didn’t… I didn’t think you would remember me. I mean, it has been what, almost twelve years.” I felt like a damn idiot, stuttering. Not knowing what to say.
”Well I remember you Layla, our parents use to get together all the time.”
Did he think he had to remind me? I remember all those times or should I say all the times he would come with them. I mean, who wanted to hang out with a lower classmate and a girl at that.
”So, how have you been? What’s been going on? Where you living at these day? I heard you moved away as soon as you graduated.”
Wow, the man sure had some questions and I was trying to get my head out of the gutter and clear my thoughts to answer. “I’ve been good. I did move out after high school. Tried my hands at a couple of things, learned a couple of things and decided home was where I belong. So, I moved into a little rental house off Cedar Street and I am staying there till I get on my own feet. How about you?”
Looking over his shoulder to see something or someone, “Maybe we could get together for lunch or something. You know, catch up?”
Did he just ask me to lunch? Okay, hyperventilation time. “Sure, here is my number.” I wrote my cell number down for him on a piece of paper I found in my purse and handed it to him. He was fixing to say something when I noticed this tall, thin gorgeous woman walking up to us.
She addressed him. “Devin, I am bored, let’s go.”
The smile on his face disappeared. Then he just gave me this look, I could not place it; sad, shame, disappointment; whatever it was, it did not suit him. I figured I would save him grace, “It was nice bumping into you Devin. I hope to see you around,” and I turned and left wondering if he’d call or would the blond put a stop to it.
Devin was enjoying his life. He graduated at the top of class in college, owned his own consulting company, owned his own home and had a great life. Most people his age were settled down with a wife and kids, but not him. He hadn’t found her yet. He was dating this woman, Melinda, but his heart was not in it. He needed to end it, but just did not know how.
It was one of his last few Saturday’s off before “Santa’s Shop” opened and he wanted to enjoy it. For the past forty years, his Dad had a little shop downtown that he would convert into “Santa’s Shop.” His Dad would dress like Santa and have Devin working the counter collecting letters from the town children. Devin knew how much his Dad looked forward to it every year and he loved to watch the faces of the kids he saw come and go in the store. Besides seeing Santa and dropping off the letters, his Dad had tables and chairs for the kids to sit down to write the letters, wish lists or color or whatever they wanted to do. They also had tables and chairs for the parents too.
Devin decided to take Melinda to the farmers market that Saturday morning. It was a beautiful day and just maybe he could find something to redeem his affection towards Melinda. He was not even sure why they were with each other; they had only been dating for six months. When he first met her, she was everything he wanted. Or so he thought. She quickly changed her attitude and her personality; only for the worst.
Within the first fifteen minutes she was ready to go; he could tell by the way she looked down at everything. Finally, he convinced her to stay for another hour and half by bribing her with her favorite coffee shop. On their way out, Devin stopped to pick up some fresh fruit and vegetables. He was at the counter paying the clerk when he was bumped. Someone said excuse me, but when he looked around, he could not believe it when he saw her, Layla. Or was that her? She was turning away from him; without even thinking he turned to grab her arm. When he turned her around, he could not believe his eyes; it was her. He had known this woman for most of his life and probably lusted after her the whole time too. He did not think he was good enough for her then, but now, now is different. He found the courage and talked to her.
Thanks to Melinda for ruining that for him. She was not even polite to Layla. Granted she did not know her, but no hello, hi, I’m so and so; nothing. She was rude and that is one trait of hers that was really starting to piss him off. On they way home, he told her it was over.
It has been a few weeks since I ran into Devin and I have to admit that I am a little disappointed that he hadn’t called, I didn’t know his situation with the blond but I found myself wondering about it more and more. Am I that lonely or did he really stir something that deep within me? These thoughts were getting me nowhere; I just tucked them aside and went about my life. That was the easy part, now if I could just get him out of my dreams. The dreams I had in the past years were not as bad as the dreams now. Seeing him again which killed me and started the dreams hotter than ever.
It was the first Saturday of the month and it was “Santa’s Shop” grand opening day. The kids had been asking Angie all week to take them there to bring their letters. They wanted to make sure Santa got them early; so he knew they were good children. There was no way Angie was going to make it from work, to the house, then to the shop. She did the best next thing, she called me. Five minutes later, I arrived at Angie’s house to pick up the kids. Before loading the kids in the car, Lexie made sure to grab the letters. Letters in hand, we headed out the door.
Fifteen minutes to spare and not many people left in the store left me feeling very thankful. That meant no fussy children nor pushy, aggravated adults. We walked up to the counter and I was greatly surprised by who greeted us, Devin.
“Welcome to…”…”Layla.”
Wow, I had a store named after me. I couldn’t help but giggle. “Devin, it is nice to see you again,” I said with a snickering voice. I think our eyes were doing more talking than we were because Lexie made it known why we were there.
Clearing her throat, “Excuse me sir,” Lexie not being shy at all, “I am here to drop off our letters to Santa. Can you please make sure he gets them.”
This is what the job was all about to Devin, “Sure can, I will even stamp them myself.”
That was all Lexie needed hear. “Thank you very much sir. Are you one of Santa’s helpers?,” Lexie wanted to know, just to make sure.
Devin gave her his biggest smile, “I sure am.”
“Okay, thank you very much.” Now she turned her attention to me. “Nana Layla, we can go now, that man said he would make sure Santa gets our letters,” Lexie stated as she tugged on my hand.
“Wait,” Devin quickly looked down at the letters to get the little one’s name, “Ms. Lexie, would you like to color something for Santa. We have a lot of different things on the tables over there. I am sure your brother would love to color something too.” He was buttering up Lexie to stay. But why? I was sure Ms. Tall, Blond and Gorgeous was waiting for him at home.
Lexie looked up to me, “Nana Layla, do you mind if we color a picture for Santa, please.” She knew how to make my heart melt.
“Devin, are you sure. I know you are about to close in a few minutes.” I was trying to give him an out to having to stay late. No one liked staying late for work. He walked over to the window and flipped the sign to “CLOSED” and locked the door. “Now, you have the shop all to yourselves,” Devin announced. That made Lexie’s day.
While they colored, we sat at the adult tables and chit chatted. “Thank you for letting them color Devin, you didn’t have to.”
“Are you kidding me, I love doing this,” he responded with a hitch in his voice. His eyes were telling me a different story than just usual chit chat. His ran his fingers around the collar of his shirt, I began to wonder how those fingers would feel running along my thighs.
Finished with their coloring, it was time to go. I had to pull my thoughts together and out of the gutter, I had to muster up enough clear emotion to say good-bye. “It was nice catching up with you Devin.” Even though we did not talk about life altering things, it was nice to just sit and talk to someone who was older than 7 year olds.
I went to grab Lexie and Matthew’s hand to walk outside when I heard him say, “Layla, would you like to have supper with me this evening?”
I almost choked. “Devin, I um… I don’t know if that is a good idea.” And with that he gave me a puzzled look. Was his woman a figment of my imagination? “What about your lady friend you had with you the last time I saw you?” You could see the look of recognition register on his face.
“Oh, her. Yea, well, she moved on with her life.”
“Oh, in that case, that would be great.” What the fuck was she thinking walking away from a guy like this. Whatever, her lost. We worked out the details and left the store. I brought the kids home to Angie and Doug. Then I went home to get ready for the date of my life.
Devin locked the door behind Layla as she left. He was excited to clean up and pick up the letters so he could go get ready for his date with Layla. How long had he waited for a night like this. He was besides himself. He cleaned up the tables and went to the counter to pick up the letters that Layla’s niece and nephew had dropped off when he noticed it. It was a letter to Santa, but it was from Layla. Should he read it or should he put it with the rest of the Santa letters? He tucked the letter in his back pocket for later. He deposited the other letters where they needed to go and locked up the shop. It was time to go home.
When Devin got there, he opened the fridge and took out a beer. It was a long day and the night was only going to get better. He was emptying his pockets to take a shower when he felt the envelope. He took the letter out and just stared at it for a few minutes. Should he read it? What harm would there be in knowing what Layla wanted from Santa? With that thought, he decided to open it. He started to read the letter and his mouth hit the counter. He could not believe what he was reading. She was looking for a man. Not just any man, she listed exactly what she wanted in that man. And since it was a letter to Santa Claus, he imagined she wanted it all. How much could he fulfill he wondered. Now he was nervous. He had a sneak peek into her personal world and he liked what he saw. But what would she say if she knew he peeked.
How could he look at her in the same way; knowing some of her most private thoughts. He knew he had to tell her before he saw her tonight. He decided to the gentleman thing and call her. Just to clear the air about it. That was it, that was his story and he was sticking to it. So, he dialed her number and waited.
“Hello.” Her sexy, sultry and husky voice answered the phone and he was lost for words.
“Layla, this is Devin” Silence. Devin could swear he could hear the crickets in the background, that was how quiet it was.
“Hey Devin, I thought you were coming over.” She sounded lost.
Devin had to think quick, he could feel he her confusion, “I um, I was calling to say that um… I was not sure if you were aware that (no guts, no glory was in his head) you had a letter to Santa in the batch with Lexie and Matthew‘s letter.” Silence again, damnit.
“Oh damnit to hell. Devin, um, please tell me you did not deposit mine into the sea of letters for your Dad?”
He could almost see her blushing on the other end of the phone. “No, of course not. That is why I am calling you. I was not sure this was meant for him.”
Whew, “Good, because it was meant for a Santa alright, just not that Santa.”
Disappointment filled his heart, what if she was seeing someone and this was her way of telling him what she wanted from him. But then why did she accept dinner with him? Well, if they were too dumb to see what was right in front of them, then they were the stupid ones. If you don’t take chances in life, how will you ever get anything. Here he goes, “Did you have a certain Santa in mind? Because I happen to know a Santa that would love to fulfill those wishes?” Please let her say yes, please let her say yes, please let her say yes.
“Well, if you happen to know one, why don’t you tell me where I might find this Santa. I would love to sit on his lap and tell him all my wishes for Christmas,” her voice was getting him harder by the minute.
“I tell you what, if you are a good girl, I will let you sit on my lap and you can tell me all your hearts desire.” This is too good to be true Devin thought. This can’t be happening.
I was getting hot at just the idea of Devin being my very own Santa. What was I to say to that. I mean I know we hadn’t talked in a long while. We were two consenting adults. Things like this happened in the real world. You know what, I have lead a pretty straight forward life, what is wrong with taking a chance every once in a while. Having a fling, if that was what this was. I am the one that is always taking it slow, playing it careful, always going by the book. Well, I have been screwed over so many times by being the nice one all the time, what is wrong with me being the “bad” girl. And sometimes, we only get one chance, right? And this is a man I had wanted for a very long time.
Okay, ready. “Tell you what Devin, why don’t you come over to my place and we will see what Santa can do for me?” Holy shit, I actually said it out loud.
“You sure about this Layla,” I could hear the concern in his voice; that touched me.
“Yes, I am sure Devin. If you want to be my Santa that is, I would love to have you… over.” I put my best bedroom voice on. Let’s see what his call is going to be. I think that was so sweet of him to ask me if I was sure. Giving me the option to call it quits on the game we are playing. But there was no backing down now. I was invested up to my ass in this and wanted it more than anything.
“I am coming right over,” Devin was nearing panting the words out. “I’ll see you in about fifteen minutes.”
Wow, I never asked him where he lived, but it must be close to me. Well, I better hurry and change; at least into something a little sexier than lounge clothes. Now that the “date” had changed, the clothing needed to be appropriate too. I also polished off the glass of wine I was sipping on, just for a little bit of extra courage. Shit, is that the door bell… damnit . He must have done a hundred the whole way here. Well, I will just have to greet him like this, black lace panties and matching bra.
Devin rang the door bell. When I opened the door, his reaction was priceless. His mouth hit the floor. I reached out to grab his hand, I did not want to stand in front of my front door clad only in my best undies. I couldn’t help but notice his hands were sweaty, his stomach was making strange noises and from the wide eyed look on his face, his heart had to be beating a thousand beats a minute. Obviously he had no idea what to expect when I opened the door. I almost laughed at his lost expression but one look south halted my reaction.
“Darlin‘, this only happens in my dreams. Never have I ever envisioned any woman answering the door in just her lingerie, looking this hot.”
Devin came straight towards me, wrapped his arms around my waist, closed the door with his foot and twirled me around and shoved me up against the door. His eyes found mine. He wanted to make sure I still wanted this, whatever this was. He was looking for something to tell him no. He saw nothing but a mirror of his own desire. Both of us silently agreeing. Devin’s mouth immediately sought mine out. He kissed with his own accord. He was sweet and tender, then rough and passionate. His hands worked all along my back, up and down. My hands were framing his face and my fingers found their way to his hair.
“You sure you want this Layla. I would never do anything you do not want me to do.” Obviously Devin was attempting to get out in one sentence, but couldn’t. “I know we have known each other for a long time, but not really known each other…” He was trying to make sense.
I didn’t want to make sense, “Devin,” I was trying for the life of me get this out but my body was overriding my thinking and my lips kept founding his making it hard to talk. “the bedroom is to your left.”
No further instructions were needed. He picked me up and carried me in his arms into my bedroom. He went to lay me on the bed and started getting undressed. I took that moment to sit up. He must have thought something was wrong, because his eyes went wide. “Nothing is wrong, but remember I told you I was going to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him all I desired.”
His eyes relaxed and he smiled that gorgeous smile of his. I was already wet from his kissing, that smile just melted my sex even more.
“Instead, I’m going to sit on Santa’s lap and show him all my wildest desires.”
Devin’s smile could not have gotten any bigger if he had Mick Jagger’s lips.
“Oh really, so what is it you want to show me? Have you been a naughty girl or a good girl?”
“Oh Santa, I think I have been very naughty. Allow me to show you just how naughty I have been.”
As he finished undressing, I allowed him to get seated on the edge of my bed before I straddled his lap facing him. He rested his palms on my waist, not knowing exactly what to do first. I bent down and trailed my tongue against his bottom lip. It was begging for attention. Then I nipped at it with my teeth, biting it softly. I heard him hiss as I did that and I also felt his cock rise another notch up. If that was possible. I kissed him sweetly on the nose, working my way past his checks to his ears. I could feel his hands softly going up and down my back, he was getting there.
“Santa, what do you do with naughty girls,” I whispered in his ear on raged breath.
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