Need You Now

by S. L. Carpenter

  Alesha answered the door wearing red lingerie, and handed him a glass of champagne. “Hello, lover. I know I said it would be a while but my husband had another trip and I was feeling lonely.” As she walked away, her perfume filled his lungs and the sway in her step screamed sex.

  He walked in and sat on the couch. He knew what he was there for, but the mood was all messed up. Everything seemed wrong. For the first time ever, he didn’t feel like fucking this beautiful woman.

  Stepping close, Alesha let the red silk top fall from her shoulders and exposed her perfect skin and breasts. She was a woman any man would die to be with, even for one night. She climbed over Aaron and straddled him on the couch. Her crotchless panties showed the shimmering wetness of her pussy.

  Aaron watched her with appreciative eyes, mystified by her beauty. She rested her heat against his crotch and her breasts hung before his face. He licked his lips at the bounty before him.

  “Fuck, you are so hot. Alesha, why do you spend all this money to be with me?”

  For a moment she seemed to be caught off guard by his question. “Because you make me feel wanted, desired. You make me feel good.”

  “I can’t believe your husband wouldn’t want to spend every night making love to you. Do you ever ask him why he doesn’t just jump you and fuck you silly?”

  Alesha reached between her legs and touched Aaron’s cock, hard beneath her. She smiled and moved to unfasten his pants. As she moved, Aaron grabbed her hand.

  She looked up at him and a strange expression crossed her face. She knew.

  “Oh my God, it happened. Holy shit, I don’t believe it.” She stared at him.

  “What?”

  “Who is she?” She slid back and put her hands on her hips.

  “I don’t know what you’re…”

  “Bullshit. A woman knows when a man’s thinking about another woman. Who the fuck is she?”

  Aaron tried to play it off. “You must be mistaken.”

  “After fucking you for two years, I can tell when something’s wrong, Aaron.” She frowned, not buying into his lackluster attempt at hiding it. She took his face in her hands and looked deep into his eyes. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

  “I don’t know. I want nothing more than to make love to you, honest. You are so damn sensual. One head is confused, and the other head…” he pointed to his cock, “…is ready for action.”

  She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. “You can talk to me, Aaron. You know things about me that no other man or woman knows. It is nice to feel like I can help you in some way. You sure the hell help me scratch my itches enough. Over and over you’ve scratched them.”

  “I guess I’m getting to a point where I want to settle down. Maybe not a family and picket fence, but not doing what I’m doing anymore.” He felt a bit embarrassed.

  Alesha climbed off him and plopped onto the couch. She looked down at his crotch. “Sorry about the wet spot on your slacks. You always make me so wet, honey.”

  “I don’t mind.” He shrugged it off. “Truth is, I met someone. I guess she just made me think more about where I’m going. I’d love to just travel and get the hell out of here.”

  “Then why don’t you?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “If it’s money I can help.” She reached for her bag beside the couch.

  “No, I can’t have that on my conscience. You’re kind and thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to work this out on my own. I’ll have Mother get you your money back.”

  “Damn, it’s a shame. Here I am all ready to play too. Um, this new revelation, it, um, does this exclude any sexual things?”

  Aaron laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

  “If you do that Persian trick we’ll call it even. Last time I thought my pussy was gonna explode from the orgasm.”

  Janice sat at her desk, bored, quiet, more than a little grumpy. The phone rang endlessly and the two months since her vacation had been a drag. All the stress and constant demands on her time were back. The Tahoe gambling winnings had paid off her car and most of her outstanding bills, but she couldn’t just laze around and not work.

  Her mind wandered back to Aaron, as it did so often these days. He’d had a way of distracting her. She’d even bought a Persian cat. It was a female and a prissy little bitch.

  With a sigh she turned to her computer after hearing the chime for an incoming email. It was probably another person wanting to make an appointment to see her boss or the third penis enlargement spam of the day. If people spent as much money on curing herpes as they did on penile enhancement there would be no more herpes simplex twelve or whatever number they were up to.

  The email address said P&N Graphics, with the title “MEOW”. She clicked on it and read the message.

  Janice,

  I know it’s been a while. After you left, I decided to make a few changes in my life. It seems the four years in college weren’t only for playing football. My marketing degree landed me a job with a friend of mine named Alesha Sanders. Her husband needed some marketing and design work done for a website and other really boring things.

  However, he prepaid me for the work and I was able to pay off my debt to Mother.

  I miss you, and I know there’s unfinished business between us. Maybe meeting you was what I needed to get me motivated to change and take charge of my life.

  So I’m taking a trip to Los Angeles to set up some marketing programs for the other branches of this company.

  I was hoping we could meet up for dinner—and maybe…

  Let me know.

  Aaron

  Janice felt excitement flooding through her veins. It settled between her thighs and reminded her how much she missed Aaron. She thought long and hard after reading the email. All of five seconds passed before she replied.

  Aaron,

  It is nice to hear from you.

  Actually I am ecstatic.

  I miss you too and am glad you made the changes in your life you wanted.

  Things here are still the same, and I’d love to show you Los Angeles over dinner.

  She looked out the window and smiled to herself.

  As for “maybe”… I must tell you, my Persian has been a real finicky bitch lately and needs a lot of attention.

  Janice

  About the Author

  S.L. Carpenter is a born and raised California man. He does both writing and cover art for novels as outlets for his overactive libido and twisted mind. His inspiration is his wife, who keeps him well trained.

  Next to his family, writing is his true joy. It gives him freedom and expression for both his sensual and humorous sides. He can release all the inner demons and perverted musings buried inside.

  The covers show his artistic impressions of stories from all the great authors he works with.

  Visit him at: www.slcarpenter.net.

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  Love Song

  She’s a rock star, he’s not. That doesn’t stop them from making beautiful music…

  Love Song

  © 2009 S. L. Carpenter

  The lights, the crowds, the shows—the success that comes with topping the rock charts seems bright and glittering. For Ami, lead singer of the mega-hot band Haunted, it’s anything but. She’s tired of being “on” every waking second. There’s never any time to breathe, and the pressure is driving her toward becoming a dangerous cliché—the drunken musician.

  Desperate to regain control of her life, she runs, looking for space. For peace. For herself. What she finds is Edward.

  Having a famous rock star staying in his home, Edward is enchanted and stunned. How could a woman like her be drawn to his simple, down-to-earth lifestyle? There’s only one thing he can offer her: a willingness to help with no strings attached.

  Slowly, in Edward’s arms, Ami gets back in touch with the woman she remembers. The one who lo
ves music. Laughter. The touch of a lover’s hands on her body.

  But the real world won’t let her hide forever. The consequences could cost her her hard-won peace…and her muse.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Love Song:

  The next morning Ami woke up and stumbled down the hallway, her hair a matted mess and the baggy shirt hanging loose over her small frame. She yawned and scratched under her breasts as she walked into the kitchen. On the small table was a note.

  Have a few errands to run. Be back soon,

  Edward

  Ami rubbed her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept that good. She decided to peek around a little. Not to be nosey but just look around a bit to get the lay of the house.

  There were photos on the wall of a couple with a few kids. She assumed it was Edward’s parents and the family. Beside them was a photo of Edward with a pretty woman at a park or something. Smiling, Ami saw that they looked happy.

  She didn’t see any kid’s toys or anything like that so she figured there weren’t any around. She found the little kitchenette area and a coffeemaker. “Thank God.”

  She made a small pot of coffee and grabbed a small laptop computer she saw resting on an end table. Hopefully, they have the Internet.

  Ami sat with her legs pulled against her chest sipping a cup of coffee. The sun shone through the kitchen window across the table. Warmth crept through the room, and Ami sighed with pleasure.

  As she opened the computer and did a little surfing she saw a small flashing icon at the bottom. It was a pop-up.

  Clicking it, she found herself at a porn site.

  “Aha, somebody has been naughty.”

  Edward must have still been logged on because it read, “Welcome back Eddie Z”.

  She browsed around a little and laughed at the photos and streaming porn.

  “What do men see in all this… Holy shit! That guy is deformed.” She sat up a little to get a better look. “That can’t be… I guess it is.”

  “Knock, knock. Anyone home?” Ami looked up and saw an elderly woman at the door. She was the woman she had seen in the photos.

  “Come on in.”

  Startled the woman looked around. “Um, Edward isn’t back yet?”

  “He said he was running some errands. I’m Ami, his, um, friend.” Ami figured she was probably quite an odd sight, wearing not much clothing and sitting in a man’s kitchen.

  “Hello, I’m Ellen, Edward’s mom. He mentioned he had a guest this morning. He had to run into town to get some groceries for me. I come over every now and then to give Edward some breakfast. He can’t cook an egg without messing it up. Just like his father.”

  “Yeah, I got his note.”

  “You are his, ummm, how do I put this?”

  “I’m just a friend. He let me stay here last night. I apologize. He offered me a place to crash for a couple days. I can leave if you want.”

  “Well if my little Eddie said you can stay it’s fine with me. It’ll be nice to have someone around to chat to instead of just Eddie and his dad.”

  Ami nodded. “Thank you.”

  “You hungry?”

  Ami shrugged. “I’m okay. I usually just have an energy bar and some cappuccino in the morning.”

  “Don’t be silly. You’ll wither away without a decent breakfast. I brought over some muffins I’d made for his father. Help yourself.” Ellen put a small basket on the table and the fresh smell of the muffins filled the room.

  “Oh wow. Okay, thank you.” She took a warm muffin and broke it in half. Taking a bite she smiled ear to ear. Ami was used to people waiting on her but this was a genuine act of kindness. It felt great to have someone be nice with no ulterior motive, no other reason than to be kind.

  Ellen stood and walked to the sink. “Well I’ll let you get ready. I’ll be next door if you… Jesus Christ, look at the size of that man’s penis!”

  Ellen stepped back. “I haven’t seen anything that big since we took the horses out to stud.”

  Ami laughed. “I was just surfing and this silly porn site popped up. I saw this and wanted to, um, do a little research.”

  “Well, ahem, have fun with your research. I need to go cock some—I mean cook some stew.” Laughing, Ellen walked out the back door.

  Somebody’s sleeping in her bed…

  My Favorite Mistake

  © 2010 Karen Erickson

  A Tahoe Nights Story

  There’s only one way for busy PR executive Julie Lancaster to get her mother off her back—cave in and take a weekend break at the family cabin in Tahoe. After all, Mom won’t know she’s sneaking her laptop along to get a little work done.

  Not only the cabin is a blast from the past, so is the occupant of her bedroom. Tyler Nichols, a guy she remembers as quiet and nerdy…nothing like the drop-dead gorgeous hunk who knows how to fill out his underwear.

  One look at all-grown-up Julie refuels Tyler’s memories of long, lazy summer vacations, and the crush he was too shy to admit. It would be gentlemanly of him to leave, but the amazing woman in front of him elicits visions of the wickedly lusty things he’d like to do with her.

  With work pushed to the back burner and a weekend indulging with Tyler on high simmer, Julie makes a startling discovery. Tyler is the real deal. And maybe, if he agrees, she might have time for a life after all…

  Enjoy the following excerpt for My Favorite Mistake:

  Damn, she looked sexy. The sun warmed her skin, making it appear golden and creamy. She shifted her long, bare legs, the already-short shorts riding up her thighs and giving him a glimpse of pure heaven. Images of those shapely thighs wrapped around his waist as he pounded his cock deep inside her flashed through his mind, and he shifted. Afraid she might catch sight of his sudden erection.

  “I could sit out here all day,” she murmured, her voice so soft it almost got carried away with the breeze. “I can’t remember the last time I sat outside and just did…nothing. I don’t even have my Blackberry on me.”

  “Is it normally attached permanently to your hand?” He could relate. He thought his iPhone was the greatest invention ever created.

  “Oh, yeah.” She laughed, then paused. A look of panic crossed her face. “Maybe I should go back and check it. People are always emailing me, texting me, whatever. Clients, employees, I’ve always told them I’m on call twenty-four/seven.”

  Julie started to get up but he grabbed her hand, stopping her. “Relax. They can wait for a few hours. Nothing could be that urgent, could it? Especially on a weekend.”

  Her fingers flexed within his grip and she slowly sat back down next to him. “You’re right. I think I just urged myself right into a panic attack.”

  “Over nothing,” he agreed. They still hadn’t let go of each other’s hand, and he gave hers a gentle squeeze. “Just enjoy the day. The lake is the fullest it’s been in years, you know.”

  She nodded, wisps of fiery hair brushing against her face. “From all the rain and snow we had this winter, I’m sure.”

  “Exactly. Imagine how cold that water is.” He leaned in close, his mouth hovering just by her ear. The delicate shell dotted by a single pearl earring tempted him. To kiss, to nibble, to lick. “What do you think you’d do if I pushed you in?”

  Julie turned toward him, eyes wide with surprise. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  With a chuckle, Tyler shook his head. “Nah, I wouldn’t. I’m afraid of what you might do to me if I did.”

  She laughed as well and released his hand, nudging his shoulder with the tips of her fingers. “You’d probably like to see me come out of the water all wet like a drowned rat.”

  All wet…wrong choice of words on her part. He immediately thought of her T-shirt clinging to her like a second skin, hard nipples poking against the soaked fabric, goose bumps dotting her flesh as the water dripped down her body.

  Yeah, his dick was really getting eager now.

  “You’d be in a lot of trouble,” she agreed, the
laughter dying on her lips as her gaze zeroed in on his mouth.

  He was leaning in closer, as if he wanted to kiss her. Which he did. The past years of longing, the more recent years of curiosity, all of them came crashing down upon him at this very moment, and he decided he didn’t want to wait any longer.

  Tentatively, he set his lips upon hers, not wanting to push for fear she might not react the way he hoped. But she didn’t pull away. She scooted closer, her lips parting from his for the briefest moment before she returned. Soft and plump, damp and clinging to his, she kissed him, her mouth opening for his more and more until he teased her with his tongue.

  A little groan escaped her, and he slipped his arm around her shoulders, hauling her to him. They sat on the edge of the dock, their legs swinging over the ledge, lips locked and arms around each other. Just as he’d envisioned so long ago in his teenage dreams.

  He wasn’t one to be sentimental but this was getting to him. Their tongues touched, danced against each other and he slipped a hand into her hair to anchor her close. The strands were silky soft, clinging to his fingers and he stroked her, reveled in the softness. The beauty of her.

  Julie broke the kiss first, her breath accelerated, her eyes bright with what he hoped was lust. “Wow,” she whispered.

  Resistance is no longer an option…

  A Little Bit Naughty

  © 2010 Anne Rainey

  A Tahoe Nights Story

  Faced with the annual family reunion in Lake Tahoe, Amanda Harding cringes inwardly like the awkward teenager she used to be, not the successful bookstore owner she is now. Once again she’ll be bombarded by questions about her dreadful status as a single woman. And, like always, she’ll feel the weight of her parents’ disappointment that their only child isn’t happily married and pregnant with their first grandchild.

  As she relates her troubles to her good friend, Leo, she’s shocked to the core by his offer to pose as her soon-to-be fiancé. Then all she can think about getting tangled up in the sheets—and with Leo’s deliciously hard body.