Insta Lovers: A Collection of Steamy Novellas

by J. L. Beck

  “You were just…?” He repeats. “Just wanting to check out my injuries again before I got dressed?”

  “That’s right.” I grasp at his offering. “I just wanted to make sure all the bandages are still good.” I get up and walk over to him. He turns to me and I start inspecting his torso all nurse like. My mouth goes dry when my eyes wander away from the wound on his stomach to the barely covered bulge in his underwear.

  "All good," I exclaim and straighten myself up.

  “Maybe I should take a look at your back again to make sure I got it all cleaned up. You know, the light last night was kind of bad so…” He says giving me a mischievous grin.

  "Yeah," I say, surprising myself on how eager I sound. He grabs my shirt and pulls it up slowly, never breaking eye contact. He drops my shirt on the floor and nudges my shoulders, making me turn around. His hands start off on my shoulders and then slowly travel down my back all the way down to my tailbone. His hands come around to rest on my hips as he steps closer, and I feel soft warm lips on the nape of my neck. The room must have gotten twenty degrees warmer in the last five seconds. Even without a shirt on I feel like I am burning up.

  “Your pants have some blood stains on them,” He whispers in my ear. I lean back against him, unable to control myself. I can feel his erection pressing into my ass and I can’t help rubbing my body against it. He responds with a groan and his thumbs hook into my waistband.

  “I should probably take them off then.” I manage to say. The words come out more like a breath than a sentence. He gets on his knees behind me and starts pulling down my scrubs at an excruciatingly slow pace. He starts kissing me on my newly exposed skin. Inch by inch he pulls them down, peppering kisses around my thighs and calves as he goes. My head falls back as the feeling fills my body with blissful sensations, all of which are fueling my desire. I step out of my pants as soon as I feel them puddled around my feet. I am left wearing only panties and a bra, but even that feels like too much right now. I turn to find Reed back on his feet. He is about to open his mouth to say something but I am already on him.

  My arms snake around his neck and I pull his face to mine with a kiss. I was right about my earlier observation; his lips are the most kissable lips. Soft and sweet, they mold perfectly to my own. One of his hands is cradling the back of my head and the other one is on my ass, pulling me closer to him. As we kiss, I nudge him toward the bed, making him walk backward. When his legs touch the bed, I fight the urge to shove him down roughly onto the mattress, but then I consider his injuries. Instead, I push him down gently. I eagerly take of my panties and my bra before I climb on top of him to straddle his body.

  He looks at me with hungry eyes as he cups my breasts, squeezing lightly and then he rolls my nipples in between his fingers. It’s like zings of electricity run through my body and make my hips move instinctively to make his erection rub against my sex. There is still the thin layer of his boxers between us and I need them to disappear asap.

  Apparently having the same thought, Reeds hands trail lower, past my stomach to grip my waist. He pulls me down to lay on his chest and I put my head on his shoulder to kiss his neck. I can feel him move under me, sliding his boxers off and when his hands return to my hips as he pushes me down. I feel him nudge at my entrance and I sit up, letting him slide into me. I am soaking wet so there is barely any resistance as he stretches my inner walls. I let out a loud moan and start moving my hips. He matches my rhythm thrusting up into me.

  I brace my hands on his chest while his hands are roaming over my upper thighs, waist, and breasts. With me riding him and his hands all over my body It doesn't take long for the pressure to build in my core. I pick up the pace until I am pushed over the edge and my back arches. Waves of ecstasy come over me and I can feel my walls tighten and pulse around him. His grip on my hips tighten and his fingers are digging into my flesh. His body tightens and he lets out a grunt as he comes inside me shortly after.

  I collapse on top of him. My limbs feel weak and boneless after this orgasm. We are both still breathing heavy and our now sweaty bodies are slightly sticking to each other, but I couldn’t care less. My mind is hazy and without worries after the release of endorphins. I just lie there motionless and enjoy being in this bubble of bliss.

  27

  All too soon my post-sex glee fades and reality comes rushing back. I roll onto my side, so I lie next to Reed instead of on top of him. He turns with me so we are facing each other. With the movement I become aware of the sticky wetness between my legs and that we didn’t use a condom. I am a little shocked that I didn’t think about it at all before. I get the shot every three months, so pregnancy is out of the question. Also, I am not particularly worried about STD’s considering Reed has spent the last few years in prison. So, we should be fine.

  “Are you going to tell me anything about yourself?” I ask him, still not knowing anything about the guy I just slept with.

  “What do you want to know?” He says reluctantly.

  "You know, the basics would be nice. Like, where are you from? How old are you? What were you in prison for?" I try to stay casual and force a smile to hide my nervousness. I almost didn't ask the last question because I am not sure if I want to know the answer.

  “I’m from Virginia, but I’ve moved around all over the place since I was eighteen. I am twenty-eight now and I was in prison on multiple charges ranging from aggravated assault, to money laundering and theft." He is watching me intently while he is talking, probably trying to gauge my reaction. The words freak me out a little bit but for some reason, I can't connect the actions with the man who is lying next to me. I have only known Reed for less than twenty-four hours but I pride myself on being a good judge of character and I cannot imagine Reed doing any of the things that he just told me.

  “You don’t seem like a criminal,” I finally say. He doesn’t answer with words, only giving me a sad smile and a light shrug in return.

  “We should get that generator running,” He says, after we stare at each other mindlessly for a few minutes and I nod in agreement.

  Now that our pinned-up lust is momentarily cooled down, we are able to get dressed without jumping one another. Reed follows me outside and with his help, I get the generator up and running in no time. Back in the house, I hook up the final cable and hit the start button on the computer. It takes a few minutes for the old system to load and I tap a pencil impatiently on the desk until the home background image is finally filling the computer screen. With one mouse click, I open the internet browser and then I start moving my fingers rapidly over the keyboard typing in the local newspaper's website. I find what we are looking for right away. We are the main story. "Crestwood inmate escapes with help from a nurse", the title of the article reads.

  The further I get into reading the news the more my heart drops. I don’t believe what I am seeing. This must all be a horrible dream. Reed is standing behind my chair, leaning over me. He curses under his breath when he reads the same words that I am reading.

  “How can they get away with all these lies? None of this makes sense. Why would they say that we planned your escape together? We didn’t even know each other!” I try to stay calm but my high pitch voice betrays me.

  “I told you, they are going to spin the story however they see fit,” he says in a defeated tone. “I am sorry I dragged you into this.”

  “Is that what they did to you? How you ended up in prison? Did they frame you or something?”

  He exhales loudly. “Something like that.”

  I get up and turn around to face him in one fluent move. “Ok, that’s enough beating around the bush. I need you to tell me everything,” I say in a demanding voice as I fold my arms in front of me.

  Reed sighs and starts explaining. “I enlisted straight out of high school and met my ex-girlfriend right after. She moved around with me but she hated it, so I got out after four years of service and we moved to Crestwood. She grew up not far from it and she wanted to b
e close to her family. I did some random jobs, like for a moving company and then at a sawmill. I didn't plan on getting out, so I really didn't know what I wanted to do. One day I went to the local sheriff’s office and asked if they were hiring. He told me that because Crestwood had such a small department, they could only employ a hand full of people at a time and that no position was opening up any time soon. I was about to head out but while talking I mentioned to him that I had worked for the local moving company. He told me that he had been working on a case involving that company and he let me know that they were looking for a confidential informant. I jumped at the opportunity immediately."

  “So, you worked for the police as a C.I.?” I interrupt his story.

  “Yeah, it turned out that the moving company was moving a lot more than furniture. Then I stumbled upon information that this wasn’t their only business. We were about to uncover a whole illegal network.” He pauses, walks over to the kitchen table and sits down. I follow, taking a seat across from him.

  “We almost had them. But then one day, I go to meet with the Sheriff and he slaps handcuffs on me. He told me that he was sorry but that he didn't have a choice. They booked me for a number of crimes. I got a lawyer, but there was so much evidence against me and the Sheriff's office denied that I was a C.I. So I never had a chance. They destroyed every paper trail you can think, police reports were erased, bank statements deleted. I got a twenty-year sentence. I fought it for a while, but no one believed me, not even my family and my friends. I figured the people I messed with would be satisfied by having me rot in prison, but I guess I was wrong. It was two guards who attacked me in my cell. I kept a low profile in prison so they had no reason to do this unless someone either paid them or threatened them.”

  I cringe at his story. Twenty years for a crime he didn’t commit. His family turning his back on him, and now this.

  “I’m sorry that happened to you.” My sadness for him turns quickly into anger. “Who do those people think they are and who are they anyway?”

  I stomp back to the desk, the wooden floor underneath me squeaking as I go. I fall back into the chair in front of the computer and start typing away. "If those assholes think that they can get away with this again they are mistaken."

  “Evie, listen...” Reed pleads, moving across the room. "They are a large organization working behind many cover businesses. I know this organization is led by a family but the only name we ever got was the Magnolia family and no one with that name lives around here. I don’t know what they plan on doing to you. What I do know is that they have their fingers in everything. They have people in their pocket at the police station, at the prison, and I am sure even at the hospital. I tried to fight them and I lost. Your best bet is to stay low and get as far away as you can."

  I hear his argument but I am not about to get up and leave my home because of some organized crime family who think that they are better than everybody else.

  “The article said that they have evidence of us planning this. I am interested to know what that might be.” Reed grabs a chair from the kitchen table and moves it next to mine. He sits down and watches me work. He leans in close to my side and his eyes get wider as he realizes what I am doing.

  “Are you hacking into the police records?” He asks in disbelief.

  “I sure am.”

  “So, you are an ass-kicking, computer hacking nurse?”

  “You didn’t realize how cool I was, did you?”

  It doesn’t take me long to hack into the outdated small-town system and find what we are looking for. The report states that they have letters of us communicating for months and records of me visiting Reed in prison the last two Thursdays. Which are coincidentally my off days. They work fast, but sloppy.

  “I can easily prove that I wasn’t at the prison during visiting hours Thursday. I Skype with my brother Thursdays in the afternoon. I can pull up the records for that, plus we take screenshots while we video chat all the time.” I am already pulling up pictures and phone records while I am talking. Images of me and Brandon goofing off during our last Skype call pop up on the screen and my heart squeezes at the sight. I miss him so much.

  “This is good. You just need to get this to a lawyer, one who doesn’t live close by to be on the safe side. You should be cleared in no time and then you can just go back to your life like nothing ever happened.”

  “What about you? You need to fight this.” My words come out harsher than I intended but I can’t hide my outrage about this. “Don’t let them win.”

  “I don’t know what else I can do. No lawyer is going to take my case. There is no evidence of me being a C.I., but there is a box full of evidence proving that I am a criminal. No one believes me.” He looks at me with such defeat and at this moment, there is a kind of vulnerability about him.

  He reminded me of a sad and helpless puppy. His expression is a stark contrast to his hard and muscular body. Thinking about his solid body and his muscles flexing under that shirt reignites a spark of lust deep inside me. My eyes venture lower to his nicely filled out jeans stretching over his muscular legs. I feel the urge to touch those powerful thighs or maybe sit on them and rub against them. I glance up at those kissable lips I want on my skin again. Reed gives me a knowing smile. Damn, I am acting like a horny teenager. What the heck is wrong with me? This is a serious situation and I am behaving like a wild animal. I collect myself quickly and continue working on the computer.

  “I believe you and I am going to help you.” I am not going to sit back and do nothing. I am not going to make the same mistake I made with Jason. It’s too late to help my brother, but it is not too late to help Reed, who is staring at me in awe.

  “This is what’s going to happen. You need to write down all your information and everything you know about the cop who was your handler.” I take out a piece of paper from the desk’s drawer and hand it to him. “Then you are going to make me a lot of coffee and provide me with said coffee in hourly intervals while I work. Got it?” I glare at him when he doesn’t start moving immediately.

  “Yes Ma’am”, he finally says and starts with his task.

  Something about the way he said ‘Yes Ma’am’ makes me want to rip his shirt off and make him say it over and over again. I am barely able to reel myself in and turn my attention back to the computer. I need to get my shit together and concentrate on getting the proof Reed needs to clear his name. No more mind porn! No more mind porn! I chant in my head. We’ll see how this goes.

  28

  I only take bathroom and food breaks, keeping the interruptions to a minimum. I try not to look at Reed at all, knowing that if I do, I will be distracted. As the hours tick by, my self-control is withering away like a plant without water. The air in the cabin seems to be charged with erotic tension. Every time I notice him move, I half expect him to come up behind me and drag me to bed. I am relieved when he goes to sleep for a while and I can work without the interference.

  It takes me all day and most of the night until I have a solid lead. I can find nothing on the so-called Magnolia family, and Reed was right when he said that all the evidence is against him. Officer Greg Whiteside, who was Reed’s contact at the Sheriff’s office is an all-American guy with a pretty wife and three kids. I looked into him for hours and couldn’t find anything that would incriminate him. There were no large money deposits or hefty purchases, so it is unlikely that someone paid him to screw Reed over and more likely that he was threatened. My biggest score though is that I found an encrypted folder on his work computer labeled CI’s.

  Reed gets up just in time for me to tell him the news. “See this subfolder? It’s labeled R. W., your initials.”

  “My files? You got them?” This is the most animated I have seen Reed so far. There is a spark of hope in his voice and it almost kills me to say, “No, the folder is empty.”

  Reed is about to walk away from me but I grab his arm. “Wait, this is still good! Just because the folder is empty doesn’
t mean the files are gone forever,” I assure him. I take his hand and grip it tightly. “I can recover the files. I just need to get to his laptop. I cannot do this remotely”

  Reed’s expression seems torn. I can tell he wants to grasp on to this chance, but he also doesn’t want to get his hopes up. Plus, we can’t do this without putting ourselves in more danger.

  “Why do you want to help me so much?” He asks curiously.

  I deliberate on telling him about Jason, about how it is my fault that he is dead. But the thought alone makes me sick to my stomach. I still can’t talk about what happened. Brandon is the only other person who knows the whole story and I can’t even talk about it with him without breaking down. I take a calming breath trying to push those horrible feelings down.

  “I just can’t go back to my life knowing that I could have helped you,” I say, not straying that far from the truth. “There is a hotel across the street from the police station. Let’s get a room there so we can keep an eye on the office and Whiteside during the day. See if he leaves his laptop in the car or something.” Also, I am dying to take a real shower and use a razor.

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “Yes, positive!” I tell him confidently.

  “All right then, let’s do it.” He says and gives me a weak, half smile. Apparently, he is not convinced that this is going to work. Neither am I, but he doesn’t need to know that.

  I gather the few things I need and we head out before my caffeine high dissipates. I lock the door behind me and stop on the porch for a few seconds. I have stood in this spot many times over the years and I will never get tired of this view. The sun is just now rising and the sky is lit up in an array of colors. Overlooking the forest, I can see the nearby creek glittering in the sunlight and the Blue Ridge mountains completing the background. The sounds of nature meet my ears and the fresh mountain air is filling my lungs. This will always be my happy place.