Sex Machine: A Standalone Contemporary Romance
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“Honey, wait, we should talk…”
“No, we shouldn’t.” I free the button to his jeans and unzip him quickly, before he can tell me all the reasons why this is a bad idea. To me, it feels like the best idea I’ve ever had, right up there with the first time we did this. I tuck my hand into his jeans and wrap it around his hard cock.
He hisses, and his head falls back. “Honey…”
“Make love to me, Blake. Please. I need you so bad.”
“Your head… You’re injured.”
“I’m totally fine. I’m right here in your arms, and I want you.” I keep a tight grip on him as I stroke him.
I hear his resistance crumble when all the air seems to leave his body in one long whoosh. And then he’s lifting me and leaning me against the wall. I have no choice but to let go of his cock, which is now pressing against the place where I want him most.
“You forgot to wear panties under this handkerchief you’ve got on,” he says on a low growl.
“Did I?” I give him a coy smile as I grasp a handful of his hair and give it a tug. “Don’t go easy on me.”
He slams home, and I scream from the pleasure, the pain, the burn and the absolute rightness of having him back where he belongs. I hope he knows I’ll never let him go again.
“Honey… God, Honey.”
The words, whispered roughly against my ear, travel through me like an electrical current. “I love you so much, Blake, and I always will. There’s nothing that could make me stop loving you.”
After that, there are no more words as we move together in perfect harmony. He reaches down to where we’re joined and strokes me to an explosive finish. He’s right there with me, surging into me over and over again until he sags against me, breathing hard as he holds me tight against him.
I take his face in my hands and kiss him everywhere I can reach, hoping I’m loving him enough for both of us. I’m afraid of what’ll happen next, so I tighten my legs around his waist, keeping him anchored to me so he can’t get away. My ankle throbs in protest of the position, but I ignore it.
Speaking softly, I open my heart to him. “I want to live here with you. I want to help you bring this place back to life. I want to bring you back to life. I want this ring you put on my finger and the life you asked me to share with you. I want to live that life fearlessly, not stuck in a past we cannot change, no matter how much we might wish we could. I want blond-haired babies with you, chickens in the yard and horses in the barn. I want a garden where we grow strawberries and green beans and cucumbers and tomatoes. I want summer days at the swimming hole and winter nights in our bed in this room that we’ll make our own. I want holidays and birthdays. I want cookouts and family dinners. I want good times, bad times, joy and sorrow and every single thing with you. Only you.”
He’s quiet for such a long time that I begin to fear I haven’t done enough to convince him.
Then he raises his head off my shoulder and looks into my eyes. “I’m powerless to resist you, Honeybee. God knows I tried.”
“Stop trying.” Keeping my hands on his face, I look into his eyes. “I’m sorry if the accident reminded you too much of things you’d rather forget. But it wasn’t your fault that I got hurt. Tell me you know that.”
“I’m not quite there yet.”
“Luckily, we have the rest of our lives to get you there.”
“I have this dark place inside me, Honey. I can’t always predict when it’ll drag me down.”
“You don’t have to predict it. I’ll be here to raise you up when the darkness tries to take you down.”
He strokes my cheek with his finger. “I’m sorry I walked away from us.”
“You didn’t go far.”
“Will you always come after me if I forget to come home?”
“Count on it.”
He nuzzles my neck. “And when we fight, will you ask me to fuck you so we can get things back on track?”
“Of course I will. It works every time.”
His laughter is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, and then he tops that with his words. “I love you, Honeydew melon. And I always will.”
Epilogue
One year later…
I’m using one of my new backdrops for this very special shoot. It’s a photo I took one night when Blake and I drove out to Mitchell Flat to view the Marfa Magical Lights, or the ghost lights. People call them different things, but they’re always magical to me. The image is blown up to cover most of one wall in the studio.
Over the years, I’ve taken hundreds, perhaps a thousand, photos of the lights, but on that particular night, I got the best shots ever. They form the backdrop for my first shoot with Matt and Julie’s baby girl, Grace, who’s now three months old and dressed in a cactus costume I made just for her, so her photos will be one of a kind, like her.
Julie beams with happiness as she helps Scarlett and me settle the baby against the props that will artfully hold her in place for the pictures. By the time we’re finished here, Grace will seem to be one with the lights and the desert that surrounds our West Texas town.
Grace is in a great mood, smiling for the camera like she was born to model. “She’s a natural,” I tell her mom.
“I bet you say that about all of them,” Julie says.
I adjust one of the lights to my liking. “Trust me, I don’t.”
“Trust me, she doesn’t,” Blake says when he joins us, slipping an arm around me from behind as he kisses my cheek. “I worried that we’d never have one of our own because she works with so many cranky babies.” He flattens his hand possessively over my basketball-size baby bump, sending a thrill coursing through me. His possessiveness is still an instant turn-on.
“Hi there,” I say to my smiling, handsome husband, who now comes to me every night after work rather than the bar he used to frequent. We’ve been married ten months and living in our dream house at the farm for six of those months. Because I couldn’t bear to part with it, we rent out Gran’s house to tourists who come to town for the various festivals and art shows. I never imagined this kind of happiness existed, and I certainly didn’t expect to ever find it for myself. Propositioning him was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life—both times.
“You’re not spending too much time on your feet, are you?”
“Nope. Grace is making it easy on me.”
Lauren comes bursting through the front door as Garrett comes in the back. We still aren’t sure if they’re together or not, but they often seem to be in the same place at the same time, even if they don’t use the same door.
“Did we miss it?” Lauren asks, brightening when she sees Grace in her cactus costume. “Oh my God! She’s the cutest baby ever.”
We all think so, probably because she’s the first baby born to our group of friends, and we’re smitten. I can’t wait to add to the family when ours arrives in another week or two.
“Look at that smile,” Garrett says, dazzled by the little girl. To Matt, he says, “I hope you’ve got a stick to keep the boys away.”
Matt scowls. “She’s not allowed to date until she’s forty.”
The rest of us snort with laughter. Our laughter delights Grace, and I capture every gummy grin on film. If only every shoot could go as smoothly as this one has. “I think we’re done.”
“That fast?” Julie asks.
“Yep. Your daughter is a star, and we nailed it.”
Julie goes to collect the baby while the rest of us gather around the oversized monitor on my desk to look at the pictures.
Her parents are blown away. “I don’t know how you do it, Honey,” Julie says, sounding teary, “but she actually looks as if she’s sitting in the desert with the lights behind her.”
“That’s the idea.”
“It’s amazing,” Matt says.
“I’m so glad you’re happy.”
Julie hugs me. “I can’t thank you enough for these priceless memories. We’ll treasure the pictures always.”
“Aww, stop. You’re going to make me cry.”
“Doesn’t take much,” Blake mutters, making the others laugh.
I smile at him, and the fierce love I see in his eyes takes my breath away. Fighting for him was the best thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve been reaping the benefits every day since.
“I’m buying dinner for everyone,” Matt announces.
After some debate, it’s decided we’re going to Planet Marfa.
“We’ll be right behind you,” Blake says. “I’m going to help Honey get the studio ready for tomorrow morning.”
“We’ll save your seats,” Scarlett says.
When we’re alone, Blake puts his arms around me and draws me in close. “There. That’s what I needed.”
“Better than an after-work beer?”
“Better than anything has ever been.”
I take his hand and place it under mine on my belly. “And about to get even better.”
“Thank you for this incredible life you’ve given me, Honeymoon.”
I hold on tight to him, my heart, my soul, my rock, my love, my everything. “Just think, all it took were six little words.”
“Six little words that changed everything.”
Thank you for reading Sex Machine! I hope you enjoyed Blake and Honey’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I started this story more than five years ago and wrote a big chunk of it in one weekend. But then other stories demanded my time, and I never went back to it. Lately, I found myself wondering whatever became of Blake and Honey after she said those six little words to him. Now we know! Join the Sex Machine Reader Group to chat about the book and enter to win release week prizes.
I expect that readers will want to know if this was truly a standalone story or if I plan to return to Marfa for more stories. The most important element of writing books is that the story has to call to me in order for me to devote weeks and months to writing and publishing it. If Marfa calls to me in the future, I’ll happily return to write more. We’ll see what happens!
In the meantime, there’s more to come in all of my ongoing series, and they’re keeping me pretty busy.
Thanks to my behind-the-scenes team who help me with so many things every day: Julie Cupp, CMP, Lisa Cafferty, CPA, Holly Sullivan, Isabel Sullivan, Cheryl Serra and Nikki Colquhoun. To my beta readers, Anne Woodall and Kara Conrad, thank you for being my first readers. Thank you to my editorial team of Linda Ingmanson and Joyce Lamb, and to Kristina Brinton for the stunning cover of Sex Machine. I love those abs! My thanks go to the team at Sullivan & Partners for handling marketing and publicity for me.
As always, thank you to the readers who make this job so much fun. I appreciate each and every one of you!
xoxo
Marie
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