I curl into his arms, kissing him. “I think I only need ten.”
Jeremy laughs. “Ten it is.”
We make love two more times before we both have to go to work. And each time is better than the last. The best part is, it's not just sex. It's making love; a deep, satisfying connection with the one person in the world who understands me like no one else.
I've found my soul mate. And his name is Jeremy Hale: my plumber, my best friend.
Epilogue
Twelve Months Later...
“You think Quinton Darcy is hot? Are you out of your mind, Rach?” Charlotte cries, shaking her head. “He's like eighty.”
“You don't understand, Charlie, he's a silver fox,” I laugh.
“Eww,” Charlotte fakes a gagging noise. “Back me up babe, do you think Quinton Darcy is hot?” She tugs on Aaron's sleeve. He shakes his head. “Hell no, I'm into women.”
Charlotte laughs. “I mean if you were a woman, would you find him hot?”
“But I'm not a woman,” Aaron says, “at least not since the last time I checked.”
Charlotte throws her hands up in frustration. “You're no fun. Why can't you just take my side?”
Jeremy's voice calls us over. “Come on guys, the movie's starting in five minutes.”
The four of us are watching Seductive Night, one of the summer's blockbusters, a PG romantic comedy starring Brad Pitt and some rising starlet. I haven't seen a movie in ages, so Charlotte convinced me it'd be a good idea to come. And bring Jeremy with me. My handsome stud of a boyfriend. My arm candy.
Jeremy and I have been dating for a year now and things are better than I could ever imagine. Charlotte was right. I had to take a leap of faith in order to reap my reward. Even though our schedules are hectic (it's tax season and plumbing emergencies abound), we make time for each other. Quality time just between us. Phones, TV, computers, everything off. Jeremy's taken me on a few picnics and beach days where we just relax and let soak in the nature around us. We've also gone on several road trips: to Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, even Toronto. And we're planning more for the future.
Jeremy is loving and kind and he is hands-down, the sweetest man I've ever dated. He is a complete gentleman in the streets but a freak in the sheets. Our relationship is equal parts passion and romance but most importantly, he respects me and treats me like a queen. I thought us being friends first would make the transition to lovers difficult, but turns out, it's just the opposite. Because we already knew each other so intimately, our relationship only got better and stronger as we explored not only each other's personalities, but each other's bodies as well.
“Over here, Row J,” Aaron waves.
We find a line of four vacant seats and sit down. The men are carrying the popcorn, and Charlotte and I have the drinks.
I settle into the fabric chair, leaning against Jeremy's shoulders. He instinctively starts feeding me popcorn. I crunch down on the snack, relishing its buttery taste. I take a sip of my Coke before putting into the cupholder.
The lights dim and the previews come on. We watch several funny trailers for the new releases coming out next month. Then, just when I think the movie's about to start, there's one more trailer.
This one isn't as streamlined as the others, and feels more like an amateur film. As if it's a homemade video. I yawn a little. I'm not a big fan of non-stop advertisements; I'd rather skip straight to the film.
Which is why I nearly choke on my drink when I see my face blown up on the big screen. “What the hell?” I turn to Jeremy, Charlotte and Aaron. They don't at me, but I can see laughter dying to spill from their lips. “What's going on here?” I hiss.
I watch in horror as a brief, fifteen-second montage of me flashes on the screen. Me waltzing around, doing my day-to-day activities: cleaning, yoga, cooking, at the office, at a restaurant-When did Jeremy take all these videos? Are these the ones he shot on his phone? Why are they on the big screen now? This is the dumbest prank ever.
Finally, after the humiliating series of videoclips, there's one of Jeremy. It's a closeup of his face and he's talking straight into the camera.
Something about how much he loves me.
Huh?
How much he loves waking up by my side. How much he loves making me happy.
Okay...
Then his amplified voice, ringing sharp and clear through the theatre says, “Rachel, hopefully you won't be mortified when I ask you this, but, Will you marry me?”
The entire theatre is silent. A few bobbing heads are looking around, trying to spot the lucky lady a.k.a. me.
I turn to face Jeremy. “Seriously, Jer? Did you have to propose in front of all these strangers?” I want to pinch that goofy smile off his face. “Everyone's staring.”
“So you hate it?” he whispers, face sinking.
“I-I wasn't expected it. You guys ambushed me,” I cry. “This isn't fair. I'm in shock.”
Jeremy takes my hands into his. “So...Will you? Rachel, will you be my wife? Will you let me love you for the rest of your life?”
I pull Jeremy in for a deep kiss. When our lips untangle, I beam, “Of course I will.”
The biggest grin graces Jeremy's face. His fist pumps the air. “She said 'Yes' everybody!”
Thundering applause fills the theatre and my whole body tingles with embarrassment. How am I supposed to sit through the movie now?
I cup Jeremy's cheeks and giggle. “God, I love you Jeremy Hale. My crazy, gorgeous fiancé. But don't ever pull something like this again, ya hear?”
Jeremy grins and reaches into his jacket pocket. After a moment, he pulls out a small velvet box. Popping open the lid, he takes out a gorgeous princess cut diamond ring and slips it on my finger. “I love you, Rachel,” he says, taking my lips once more. “And I will make you the happiest woman alive, I promise.”
~The End~
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Riding Red
EXCERPT FROM “KORA”
...Talia popped open her briefcase and took out a lacy pair of underwear.
“You dirty girl. I can't believe you went lingerie shopping without me,” I purred. “Did you go to Hennessy's?”
“Of course,” Talia smiled, unfolding a few layers of crinkly tissue paper. She lifted out a satin teddy and a rhinestone encrusted bra with matching panties. It looked expensive. “Put it on,” Talia urged.
I took the purple bra and panties to the bathroom and took off my clothes. Then I slid my arms into the thin bra straps, hooking it behind my back. The lingerie fit like a second skin, the fabric soft against my breasts. The panties were equally luxurious against my crotch.
“Close your eyes,” I said, my hands on the doorknob. “No peeking!�
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After I left the en-suite bathroom, I saw Talia with her hands covering her face.
I crossed the room until my breasts were an inch away from Talia's nose. “Now open,” I instructed.
Talia looked me up and down, licking her glossy lips. Her eyes grew hooded and I could see fire in them. “Yummy baby. C'mere you delicious sweet thing.” She wrapped her arms around my waist, squeezing my ass cheeks together. Then she shoved her nose between my cleavage and started motorboating me.
I let her enjoy my firm, perky breasts for a bit before pushing her on to the bed. Then I pounced on top of her, straddling her lap. I rubbed my silky new panties against her faded jeans and let out a cat-like purr.
“God I missed you,” I murmured, kissing the hollow of her neck. I left a trail of wet kisses along Talia's collarbone and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. As each little button popped off, the fabric revealed a bit more of Talia's creamy skin. I could see her chest rising and falling, a thin film of sweat clinging to the rounded globes of her breasts. After the blouse fell apart, I tugged it off Talia's shoulders and threw it on the ground.
I dove for Talia's petite mouth then, ravaging it with mine. I teased open her lips and then wrapped my tongue around hers. Talia moaned into my mouth as she cupped my cheeks and I melted into her. I got lost in her softness. Her delicious mouth. Her sweet vanilla perfume. My nose slid past hers as I sucked on her upper lip, drawing it in and out of my mouth until she was gasping for air.
Without warning, I pulled away completely.
I straightened my back to admire the raven-haired beauty beneath me. Talia's pillowy breasts sagged a little but her pink nipples were hardened into stiff peaks. Her areola was darker than the rest of her body and resembled the color of chocolate. Our breathy moans penetrated the still air.
“Oh fuck Christy,” she moaned. Talia's fingers dipped below the band of her cotton underwear and tugged it down along with her skinny jeans. Finally, after an unbearable period of time, Talia removed her pants, revealing her perfect pussy and the neat strip of black hair that adorned her pubic mound.
I instinctively lowered my head down to Talia's belly, kissing her belly button and slowly making my way down to her pubic bone. After licking between her thighs with just the tip of my tongue, I pulled back her clitoral hood to reveal the hard fleshy button that lay underneath. Still with just the tip of my tongue, I began lapping at Talia's clit until her legs tensed up and her face twisted with pleasure. When I was sure she was about to cum, I stopped my lusty advances and took off my underwear. I turned around until my pussy was shoved up against Talia's face and my breasts pressed against her belly. She groaned a little as I sat down on her face. She instinctively began licking my pussy lips while I stroked hers...
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EXCERPT FROM 'RIDING RED'
...When I regain consciousness, we are somewhere new. A gurgling brook flows beside me. Periwinkles and daisies and sunlight all around me. I roll over for a drink of water and feel blinding pain tear through my side.
“Don't move,” Alex says. “You've been stung.” She's back in human form and clothed again.
“What happened?” I groan, trying to feel my injury.
“The imps attacked us. I told you to stay behind me but you didn't listen. Their most powerful defence is a poisonous barb that can sting you in close combat. From afar, they're harmless. You came too close and they stung you. Possibly multiple times.”
“Am I going to die?” I whimper, suddenly afraid.
Alex smiles. “Hardly. I just need to remove the barbs and you'll be fine within a day.”
“Then remove them,” I wince. “I feel like I'm dying.”
“I need to find them first,” Alex explains.
“What-What do you mean?”
“They're practically invisible to the naked eye.”
“Great,” I sigh. “How will we find it then? And why didn't they hurt you?”
“My fur is too thick and my hide, too tough for their barbs to penetrate it,” Alex says. “Your skin...on the other hand...” She trails a finger down my leg. “Is as soft as a baby's.”
If I wasn't in so much goddamn pain I'd stop to savour the feeling of her hand on my leg. But at the moment, my mind is focused only on how to stop the barbs' torment. It feels like I have several daggers stabbing me from all sides, over and over.
Filthy imps. Underhanded scum.
“Tell me where it hurts,” Alex says.
I point to my left calf, thigh and my belly button.
“Three barbs. Wow,” Alex says. “This could take a while.”
“How will you get the barbs out?”
“I have to suck them out,” Alex says nonchalantly. “I don't have tweezers or tape or anything really. Once I feel the tiny splinters I'll suck on your skin until they come out.”
I flinch. The idea of Alex running her mouth all over my body is...erotic...but also intimidating. “Are you sure there isn't a better way?”
“Do you really want to wait and possibly make your condition even worse?” Alex asks. “Don't worry, I'll be gentle.” She begins rolling up my pants, exposing my creamy skin.
I nod and grimace as another bolt of pain strikes me deep in the chest. Alex sucking on my skin is the least of my worries right now. “Start here,” I say, gesturing to my swollen calf.
Alex nods. She starts to slowly run her fingers back and forth across my swollen calf, searching for the poisonous sliver. Despite feeling nauseous, my body still manages to react to her touch. My leg muscles instinctually clench up and I feel my heart pounding faster. No one's ever touched me like that before.
Alex rests her warm palm against my knee. “Relax, Red. I can't focus if you're so tense.”
I bite my lower lip and nod. “Sorry. I know you're just trying to help.”
After a few minutes, Alex pauses her rubbing and looks up at me. “I think I've found it.”
“Are you sure it won't harm you if you suck it out? What if you accidentally swallow it?”
“The poison leaves the barb within seconds. It's already done it's job and poses no further threat to me,” Alex explains. “Now are you ready?”
I nod.
Alex sinks her head down to my calf and puckering her lips, starts sucking on a tender, red patch of skin. I let out an involuntary moan as her hot breath tickles the crook of my knees. My nipples harden into aching peaks and they brush painfully against the fabric of my blouse.
My body is such a bloody traitor.
Alex continues sucking for almost ten seconds. And each millisecond feels like an eon. My breath comes out in shallow pants and the blinding pain starts transforming into something else. Something more sensual...pleasurable even.
Alex's eyes are closed so I take this opportunity to study her with unabashed curiosity. Her eyelashes are long and black...Funny how I never noticed that before. And there's a tiny beauty mark on the tip of her nose...For the first time, I can admire Alex to my heart's content. She's a sight for sore eyes, that's for sure.
Don't go down that path, Red. It's a game you can't afford to play.
I smile and keep still instead.
Breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth.
Finally, Alex pulls back and spits on the ground. “That's one,” she grins. “How do you feel?”
I mumble something incoherent. Sweat rolls down my blotchy cheeks and I must look like shit right now.
“Where's the next one?”
With shaking hands, I point to my upper thigh. “Number two.”
Alex sweeps her fingers back and forth again, this time higher up on the same leg. Her ginger touch elicits carnal cravings between my legs and I feel unwanted wetness pooling there.
She's just trying to save your life. This doesn't mean anything. It's not like she's deriving any pleasure from this. In fact, she probably finds it more
of an annoying setback.
Get it together, Red! What if she notices your arousal? How embarrassing that would be! A few inches North though and Alex's nimble fingers could be playing with a very soaked pussy...
Go up a little more...Alex...Explore my hidden valley...
I feel my face growing hot and red as my dirty fantasy unfolds. But I can't stop it now. Because it already has a mind of its own.
What if Alex is a mindreader? What if she's well aware of my silly little crush?
Alex searches for several minutes but can't seem to locate the splinter. Frowning she asks, “Where does it hurt the most?”
I swallow hard. I could lie...I could tell her-I shouldn't-But I could tell her it hurts there. It wouldn't even be lying. At this point, I'm so aroused that the ache between my legs is as bad as the ache in my thigh.
I blink rapidly, my lips parted. I realize I'm panting and perspiration hangs heavy on my upper lip.
“It hurts between my legs,” I croak, my mouth dry.
She won't go for it. I know she won't. She's too smart-
“Where exactly?” Alex asks, still keeping a straight, professional face.
I gesture to my crotch, an area still covered by my breeches.
“Take off your pants then. This is urgent. We don't have time to wait,” Alex instructs. If she's taking any pleasure in this, she isn't showing it.
I lift my butt off the ground and ease the waistband of my pants down until I'm only wearing my frilly white underpants.
“Show me,” Alex says. She's down on her knees now and hovering inches above my pussy. She doesn't even seem to notice.
Surely she feels something? Anything?
Doesn't she find this situation at least a little strange or awkward?
But she's just so focused on removing the damn splinters!
I wonder if she can smell my feminine scent. What if I reek? I have been travelling all morning and I'm no doubt sweaty there...
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