Alone at Last... 15 Blush Worthy Stories -- They Never Thought It Would Go So Far... Short Story Off Limits Romance Collection

by Gina Mint

  Chapter Three: Rose Colored Glasses

  Sadie worked like a mad woman as the week too on the lengths of a marathon for a couch potato. By Friday afternoon she felt physically, emotionally, and mentally wiped out. Walking into her house she dropped her purse and keys heavily on the foyer table, so glad to be done until Monday. She had to remember to consider giving her on-call assistant a raise. Saturday and Sunday might not have seemed like a lot to most people, but that forty-eight hours was heaven to her.

  She hung up her coat and jumped in the shower to wash out the cold in her system. Winter would be here before long and Sadie was already dreading it. She enjoyed the cool, breezy days of fall, but the biting cold of winter, when everything froze solid and the world seemed to sleep, was a different story.

  She was headed into the kitchen to find a bowl of soup to warm up when her doorbell rang. Sighing, Sadie turned toward the offending sound. Pulling her drape back she peeked out and breathed a sigh of relief. “Hey,” she said, opening her door to Reece Jackson.

  “Hey yourself. I heard through the grapevine that you had a hell of a week.”

  “I did,” she smiled. “I was just about to kick my feet up and hibernate for the weekend.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Mind if I join you?”

  “As long as your farm won’t fall apart, although I’m not sure I’m the best company right now.”

  “Oh? Problems?”

  “I had to tell a patient that her pregnancy had spontaneously terminated. Another patient’s tests came back positive for cancer, and a high school kid who had her heart set on joining the military when she graduated, got some bad news about her vision. News that will prevent her from serving in the capacity that she had hoped.”

  “Ouch.”

  “Yeah, not a great week overall.”

  “Well, I have the perfect thing for the end to a crappy work week,” Reece said. He carried the bags of groceries into the kitchen and sat them on her table. When he pulled out a double chocolate, chocolate cake Sadie chuckled.

  “Are you sure you aren’t psychic? I was just about to rummage through my cupboards for chocolate.”

  “Good. Now I won’t feel bad when I eat half because I can give you the other half.”

  “Deal,” she smiled. “What else do you have in there?”

  “Fettucine Alfredo, if you can wait for me to make it.”

  “I’m game. Can I do anything to help?”

  “You can chill this bottle of wine,” Reece said, handing her a beautiful Merlot.

  “Have I mentioned that I really like you?” she laughed. “Any man who cooks for me, brings me chocolate without being asked and placates me with wine is a keeper in my book.”

  ***

  “Well in that case,” Reece said stepping closer to her. Smiling into her sexy grey eyes, Reece took her mouth, peeling away the crap from her work and replacing it with heat and passion. Instantly the food, even the decadent cake, was forgotten. All either of them needed was each other, now. “Let me have you Sadie. Everything else can wait. You, I need this. I need you.”

  Her arms linked around his neck and Reece stooped to pick her up. “The kitchen’s nice and all, but we can have a little more finesse this first time.” Grinning, he carried her upstairs. “If you don’t tell me where your bedroom is I’m just going to pick one.”

  “Straight back,” Sadie said, her breath warm against his neck. Reece carried her back to the bedroom she’d indicated, nudging the door open with his knee so he wouldn’t bang her head against it. He thought fleetingly about tossing her on the bed, but that seemed too high school-ish for his taste. Not to mention he wanted every minute of contact with her that he could get.

  It’d been a long time since a woman had made his blood hum, especially when all he’d done was think about her. He wanted to feast on her, to fill himself to overflowing with the scent, and flavor, and feel of her. His mouth found hers as he lowered her feet to the floor. Had he ever had a woman who seemed to give so selflessly? Like a man drugged, Reece plunged into each moan, each breathy whisper, each gasp of pleasure.

  “God you’re incredible,” he breathed. His hands worked her out of her blouse, feeling the gentle sway of her hips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman this way, with this desperation seeping through every pore. More than just wanting her, Reece needed to feel her, needed to touch every possible inch of her flesh, to conquer it. His mouth cruised over her full lips, pulling her closer as his tongue slid between her willing lips. His hands made quick work of her clothes, stoking her passion with each piece he removed. Still it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.

  “Christ, Sadie,” Reece breathed. His mouth clamped around her tight nipple, suckling her until she cried out for him. He felt her hand guide him between her thighs and smiled when his fingers found the wet heat of her throbbing pussy. Sinking into that heat, Reece felt her melt against him, her body just as trapped by their mutual need as he was. When his thumb found her protruding clit, he tortured her until she came against his palm. “Hmm.”

  ***

  Sadie, unfortunately, knew exactly how long it’d been since a man had touched her like this. Four years was a hell of a long time to go between sexcapades and this wasn’t nearly hot enough yet. Stripping Reece of his clothes helped, but still that unbelievable passion, that lusty heat just wasn’t there yet. Then Sadie’s hand found the hard, answering erection of her soon-to-be-lover’s cock. It was definitely large and Sadie grew even wetter just imagining him inside her. Her body pulsed in time with his as his dick pumped silently against her palm.

  Before he could move Sadie dropped to her knees. Need forced her forward as her warm, wet tongue flicked across the smooth tip of his manhood. His hiss of pleasure only drove her on. Slowly Sadie worked his cock back to her edge of her throat. His size made deep throating him easy as he began to move against her. His large hands kneaded her long, dark hair as he matched his rhythm to hers. Soon she knew that if they didn’t slow down, she’d make him blow.

  “I…we, shit-“ Before Sadie could say another syllable, Reece’s mouth took hers. The instant punch of heat amazed her even as she felt her body bending to the mattress. She adjusted herself and enjoyed the way Reece straddled her, his very ready cock settling nicely against her swollen pussy.

  She bucked her hips and saw a smile play across his lips as he kept himself purposely away from taking her.

  “Anticipation puts such a nice edge on sex, don’t you think?” he chuckled. His mouth found hers, drawing out the sweetness and prolonging the passion. Sadie thought again about the way his kissed her, as if he needed to savor every moment. She couldn’t argue the point that her anticipation was amped up, especially now that she’d felt him. The man was so well endowed.

  She reached for him, trying to guide him back to her, but he just kept stalling. Thankfully he didn’t have impotency issues, the man was hard as a rock. “You’re killing me,” she sighed.

  “I’m revving you up babe,” Reece smirked. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”

  Sadie wasn’t so sure about his trust me statement, but she could do little else but hope he was right. She squirmed beneath him as his hand found her hot center again. Teasing her, his fingers played over her body as his mouth and tongue tortured her breasts. Then his fingers were gone and Sadie nearly whined until she felt the full invasion of his member. One hard thrust and he was fully inside her, his cock pressing tight against her wet pussy. Her breathless gasp spoke of the effect he had on her.

  Wrapping her legs around his hips, Sadie tried to keep him there, to revel in the feel of him for just a minute. Reece apparently had other things on his mind though as he pulled back and came into her again. Slowly he worked her over, his rhythm wonderfully arousing. Back and forth they moved together, creating a magic that only they would understand. Sadie gave everything she had to the moment, enjoying each sigh, each thrust. Sex was usually nice, but this was on a whole other level. R
eece Jackson knew exactly what he was doing.

  ***

  Reece knew now that he’d never been with a woman like Sadie Hamilton. He didn’t know quite how he’d missed her in the five years she’d been the town doctor, but he was thankful they’d finally introduced themselves to each other. He could kick himself for passing up every opportunity to meet her before, but Reece just wasn’t a dwell on the past sort of guy. He much preferred to enjoy the present while planning for future events. Including Sadie in those plans was priority number one as of right now.

  The woman was like a furnace, she was consuming him in neat little bites and he was only just aware of it. He wasn’t even sure she knew she had that capability, but the woman had it in spades. He felt her hot pussy clench around him and fought to control the need that clawed at him, its razor sharp talons out for completion. Running his hands along Sadie’s gorgeous thighs, Reece slid his palms under her smooth ass, lifting her hips. Finding just the right angle, Reece took her again, sliding even deeper into the wet heat of her beautiful body. One, two, three, the rhythm continued as Reece felt Sadie build beneath him.

  Her body drew tight against him, squeezing the length of his cock with every penetration. He could feel his control slipping as her body continued its assault. Like a drug addict, he couldn’t resist the call of her body, plunging into that seductive heat again and again. Then, finally his body was given its sweet release when her body bowed up and crashed around him. Reece held her hips tight against him as he let their mutual orgasm slide over them. Her quivers slowed down and he gently lowered her back down on the mattress. Holding himself up still, Reece looked down into those sea goddess eyes. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful.” A blush stained her cheeks as he bent to kiss her.

  ***

  Oh a man that could be fierce during sex and tenderly loving afterward. Where had he been all her life? Well at least the last eight years or so. The man was gorgeous, self-employed and obviously able to handle life. He was a dynamo in bed and he’d just given her the softest kiss she’d possibly ever received. “If your Alfredo is edible, I think we should get married,” Sadie laughed, running a hand over the days’ worth of beard he hadn’t shaved.

  “Do you like chicken?”

  “Only vegans hate chicken,” Sadie said solemnly. “I love meat, especially red meat. I’m a sucker for a medium rare steak.”

  “Where the hell have you been?”

  “Excuse me mister, I’ve been right here. You’re the one not taking advantage of the amenities that coming into town has to offer.”

  “I’m pretty well over that now,” he smiled. “Come on. You can entertain me with a strip tease while I cook.”

  Reece dragged Sadie downstairs in little more than her underwear and promptly started cooking. The sauce took the most time, but they talked and laughed. Getting to know each other was more fun than she’d anticipated. For a farm boy, Reece was extremely well-educated. He was also a big fan of poetry and quoted her several that he claimed were his favorites.

  “I’m not much into poetry, although I loved to read: Where the Sidewalk Ends, when I was a kid.”

  “That’s the book that hooked me on poetry. I’m not extremely good at writing it, but I love to dig through books and find a treasure trove of poems written by some obscure author who knows how long ago.”

  “I’m like most women. I want a steamy romance novel, or something sweet and tender.”

  “I knew the romance genre was big, especially with women, but I never really understood why.”

  “Seriously? Let’s just say that the next best thing to having sex, is reading about people having sex. If you’re not able to snag any for yourself, you damn sure want to be reading about two people who have guaranteed odds at doing the deed.”

  “I’ll have to keep that in mind. Maybe I can let your romance novels catch a reprieve for a while.”

  Sadie laughed as she stepped over to the counter where Reece was pouring the sauce over a bowl of freshly done fettuccine noodles. “It smells divine,” she sighed. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” Reece smiled, leaning over to plant a kiss on her smiling lips. “You still planning on marrying me if you like my cooking?”

  “The courthouse is open tomorrow.”

  “Ha,” Reece laughed. “I didn’t bring anything to wear.”

  “That’s okay, I hear you don’t have to dress up for that sort of thing.”

  She couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking, but the look in his eyes said the idea wasn’t nearly as shocking as she’d expected it to be. The even more abrasive fact was that she wasn’t as opposed to it as she thought she’d be either. She wasn’t going to push the issue, but marrying a man like Reece? It could certainly be worse.

  “Alright, I’ll do it. I’ll marry you on the morrow, babe.”

  “Well you’re in luck. I won’t hold you to it. After all, you did make me dinner.”

  “Dinner is what you’re going to remember about tonight?”

  “Was I supposed to remember anything else?” she asked, a giggle burning to escape her throat. Reece put the spatula down and chased Sadie back into the living room, catching her just as she reached the couch. Her laughter echoed through the empty house as he turned her in his arms. Their kiss spun out and held all the possibilities of newly discovered love.

  The End

  Story Six

  Hank Irons settled in to watch the game. The couch was cheap and stuffing was coming out of one arm onto the fine hardwood floors. Hank had no good excuse to still have the couch. It was one that he had bought with his first paycheck after getting married years ago. He could afford better now even with the alimony, but he had won the couch in the divorce. It had gotten ugly and expensive, so Hank remembered every piece he had taken off his wife in the settlement. The couch was one. The Elvis tapestry on one wall of the living room was the other. It might be time for both to go, but they were trophies of a hard fought victory. He was keeping them. It would be like tossing out mounted deer heads that a man had hunted up himself. His ex-wife had taken those, so he was keeping the ratty couch and bigger than life velvet Elvis out in full view.

  It was old, fat, sweaty Elvis from the Vegas years too. Hank felt a kinship to this latter day Elvis. Hank was forty, but he was fit and cut. He worked hard and he played hard. He looked good enough to bring home some young, hot trophies from the clubs most weekends too.

  This weekend was pizza, wings, beer, and football. He hadn’t gone out or brought anyone home. It was a private party for him, Vegas Elvis, and old couch. Hank tipped an open beer up toward Elvis’s open, velvet mouth.

  Hank smiled. “No, you’re the king.”

  Hank took a deep swallow. This was a passing out on the couch kind of afternoon and he intended to pour enough beer down to see that plan along.

  They even captured the blue drops of fat Elvis’s flying sweat in crushed velvet. It was a gaudy thing of beauty and it was all his.

  They were still on the pre-game jabber with old athletes playing experts telling who had the advantage in the game. Hank shook his head. He knew a man had to work, but there was something sad about watching old heroes comment on a game they couldn’t play any longer. Every guy on the screen in a tacky jacket was in his fat Elvis stage of his career.

  Hank smiled and lifted his half empty beer at the wide screen. “No, you’re the fat, sweaty Elvis.”

  The television was really way too big for the room. He had to have special struts mounted on the wall and connected floor to ceiling to hold up the TV. It covered one whole wall. Hank had the couch pushed back all the way to the divider counter and he was still too close. He told himself that he liked to be able to reach over his head to grab food, but the truth was that he had installed a damn movie screen in his living room just to prove that he could. If he watched TV with the lights out, he’d probably damage his eyes and the neighbors would come to the window to investigate the stran
ge light.

  Hank’s house was on the corner, so the neighbor’s house was at an odd angle to his. He could see from the living room down into their backyard, side-yard, and driveway. The house had been vacant for a while, but Phil up the street had said a couple was moving in.

  Phil’s exact words were, “The guy is kind of dumpy, but the girl is marriage ending hot.”

  Unfortunately, Hank knew exactly what Phil meant. It was marriage ending hot young girls that had done the trick for Hank’s divorce too.

  He heard a motorcycle roar through the neighborhood with a Doppler Effect that he could feel through the walls of the house. Hank smiled. He had his gigantic TV while Phil had gotten a Harley. If the man ended up divorced, it would probably be about the bike before the girls.