by Skye Turner
Table of Contents
Dedication
Books By Skye Turner
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Skye Turner
Skye Turner
James Black
Prologue
Chapter One
January
A Dear Diary Short Story
by: Skye Turner
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For everyone who’s ever written the words, “Dear Diary…”
BAYOU STIX SERIES
Alluring Turmoil, Book 1 Bayou Stix
Alluring Seduction, Book 2 Bayou Stix
Alluring Ties, A Bayou Stix Novella, Book 2.5 Bayou Stix
Alluring Temptation, Book 3 Bayou Stix
Alluring Infatuation, Book 4 Bayou Stix
Alluring Surrender, Book 5 Bayou Stix
JAMES BLACK SERIES
James Black, Book 1 James Black
DEAR DIARY SHORT STORIES
January
Dear Diary,
I saw him today. He was at the coffee shop again when I stopped for my morning jolt. His wavy brown hair was spilling messily over his forehead and he was once again covered in paint. I guess he pulled another all-nighter.
I know I said the next time I saw him I was finally going to muster up the courage to speak to him, but once I was there and he was in my sight, I lost my nerve.
He’s just so beautiful. His hair, those eyes, those strong hands… always covered in paint. I have all these conversations in my head with him but when I’m actually near enough to talk to him, to walk the short distance to his table, to reach out and touch him… I just can’t find the nerve.
They called his name out as his coffee was ready. Julien. Even his name causes a reaction in my stomach.
His blue eyes raised from watching himself picking the paint on his nails and he caught me staring at him. I gasped and looked away, but I had to look back. He was watching me. I felt my cheeks pinken as he smiled at me. He almost looked like he wanted to walk over. My pulse started racing and I felt a bead of sweat form between my breasts.
My name being called jolted me from the intensity of his gaze and I quickly turned and grabbed my coffee before racing for the door.
I’m such an idiot. Why does he affect me so?!
Tomorrow… tomorrow is the day. I’ll talk to him.
I groan and flop back against my pillow as I close my journal. Dammit, Ramsee! If I keep this up, I’ll never talk to him. I’m shy. I always have been, but I’m not a wallflower. Julien makes me crazy though. I’ve been watching him for four months. When I say it like that, it makes me feel like a stalker.
Ok, I’ve been seeing him in the coffee shop I frequent for a few months. He caught my eye the first time I saw him because of his chiseled face, amazing physique, and the fact that he was covered in paint.
Since then, I see him about four times a week when I stop for my coffee before work. I’m something of a coffee addict and I need the jolt to become a human and function at work.
Every day, I swear I’ll talk to him, but when the time comes, his beauty turns me into an idiot and I falter. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will talk to him!
As I get comfortable under my comforter, in my studio apartment close to LSU, thoughts of Julien fill my head. I find myself unable to stop my hands from trailing down my stomach and reaching my center. I’m already wet from the wicked thoughts running rampant in my head.
We’re in the showroom of the gallery. The pale blue silk robe I’m wearing is caressing my skin as the breeze wafts in through the open window. Julien is at his canvas. It’s cold outside, but the bright lights of the gallery have the temperature resembling a tropical island in here. He’s opened the window to allow some of the cold January air to filter in and cool the room.
He points to the fainting couch he’s laid in the center of the display. He’s using the light to accentuate my body so he can capture the lush curves.
Without a word, I walk over to the antique replica and perch on the end. He sets his brush down and strolls over to meet me. As he covers the distance, my pulse races and my nipples bead beneath the silk of the robe. When he reaches me, he traces my face with his paint splattered finger. His finger follows the curve of my cheek whisper soft, then he runs it over my chin and down my neck before it dips into the deep “v” of my robe. My breath catches.
He chuckles. “Breathe, Ramsee.”
My green eyes meet the blue of his and the corner of my mouth turns up. “Oh, I’m breathing.”
He leans down and stops centimeters from my face. His hands reach out and pull my blonde hair over one shoulder before he pulls the robe down on one side. He stops just as the fullness of my right breast is revealed. His finger trails over the cusp of my breast before he lightly taps my erect nipple, clearly on display through the silk of the robe.
I gasp and my eyes close. I feel his breath against my lips. “Open your eyes, Ramsee…” He steps back and I frown. He chuckles again as he takes in the picture I create. He smiles. “Perfect. Don’t move.”
I sigh and get comfortable. It’s going to be a long night.
He’s staring at me. Memorizing every inch of me that’s on display before he furiously heads back to his canvas. He’s like a man possessed. Nothing can be heard in the room other than our breathing, the breeze coming through the widow, and the traffic sounds down below.
Finally, he sets the brush down and leans back to alleviate the strain on his muscles. I wait for his approval before I move. He nods at me and I stand up and stretch to work the kinks out of my body. Glancing at the clock, I see that he’s been at it for three hours.
The lights are so hot. The silk is sticking to my legs and there’s a fine sheen of sweat between my heavy breasts. I want to cool off. And I also want to tempt Julien.
I cross the room and brush past Julien on my way to the window. As I walk, I loosen the belt of my robe and just as I reach the window, I release it and let it slide down my arms and body to pool on the floor. I don’t turn, but I watch Julien’s refle
ction in the glass as I hear his I drawn breath behind me.
His hand reaches down and he adjusts his crotch. I smile devilishly. Finally. Just the reaction I want. Still watching him in the glass, I cup my breasts and start to roll my nipples. I see him swallow as he watches me.
His hand is rubbing his cock through his pants and the sensuality of the moment has me drenched. Trailing my hands down my stomach, I reach the apex of my thighs. Opening my legs a little, I follow the crease and spread the moisture I find there.
My eyes are fixated on Julien’s face in the glass. His eyes are wide and I can see the darkness of his pupils reflected there. He watches as I play over my mound. I see him lick his lips as I brace one foot on the baseboard of the wall and start to rub my clit.
I just watch him as he watches me.
Finally, after I’ve all but convinced myself he’s just going to watch, so I’m going to give him one hell of a show, he groans and storms the distance between us. He pushes me against the window and reaches between my legs. His long fingers run over my slit as he leans in. His breath caresses my ear as he utters, “Is this what you want, Ramsee? You want to drive me insane? Your goal was to tempt me… to taunt me… Is this what you wanted?”
As he says the last sentence, his fingers slip inside and I open my legs wider and push back against his hand. He has three fingers in me and he’s furiously pumping them in and out. The pleasure is more than I imagined and it’s intermingled with pain. I can’t stop grinding against him. I’m like a woman possessed and the only thing that can return my sanity is a mind blowing release.
He leans down and bites the curve of my shoulder as he removes his hand from my pleasure zone. I groan in frustration and mutter out, “No, don’t stop. I need to cum. Please…”
He laughs and it sounds harsh to my ears. I hear his zipper release and the tearing of foil as he licks my ear. “Oh, you’re going to cum. You’ll get what you want.” He presses down on my lower back and I bend over. His hands grip my hips and he surges in. I scream out as it feels like he hits my throat.
He groans and before I can get my bearings, he’s filling me over and over. My breasts are bouncing everywhere and my hands splay on the glass of the window. He’s showing no mercy. He’s fucking me with unbridled passion and it’s glorious.
Sweat is dripping from him onto my back where it’s mingling with my own. Grabbing my leg, he hooks it over his hip and it drives him more deeply into me. I’m about to pass out from the intensity of his fucking.
Finally, I feel the burn in my core and I scream out as I shatter around him. My climax prompts his own and with one final thrust, he empties himself inside me.
When he’s done, he pulls out and the suction sound makes me cringe. It’s like my body is reluctant to release his magnificent cock.
He’s breathing heavily as he steps back. I slide to the floor, where I just look up at him as my body continues to quiver.
He unrolls the condom and tosses it into the trash after tying it. His gaze returns to me and he says, “Five minutes. Clean yourself up. I want to continue the painting in five minutes.”
Nodding, I struggle to stand and head to the bathroom with a huge smile on my face.
A SENSE OF DISAPPOINTMENT FILLS me as I wait for my morning Zebra Latte. Julien is not here. Granted, he’s not here every day, but I was really hoping to see him today.
I’m lost in my head and full of despair when I feel a presence at my side. Looking up, I gasp. I quickly mask it.
Dammit, Ramsee! Get your shit together. Right now! He’s HERE! Talk to him!
Julien smiles down at me. He’s dressed differently today. He’s not paint splattered and he’s wearing jeans, a button down shirt, and a sport coat. His wavy hair is pulled back off his forehead. Just as I’m thinking it’s a shame his waves aren’t gracing his face, one springs free. He looks amazing.
His hand automatically goes to try to tame it and before I can stop myself, I reach out and grasp his arm. His brows raise and he laughs. “I don’t know why I try to tame this hair.”
I smile back. “Leave it.”
His eyes light up and he looks down to where my small hand is caressing his arm. I quickly pull my hand back and stammer, “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… I’m so sorry.”
He reaches out and encloses it in his own before I can hide it in my coat pocket. My breath catches at the contact and a current shoots up my arm. “Quite alright. No harm. No foul.”
The barista coughs and when Julien looks over, he hands him both of our drinks. Julien takes them and holds one out to me. As I reach out to take it, he smiles. “I believe this one is yours, my lady.”
I can’t help it, I grin back, though my heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest and my hand is so wet I’m worried I’m going to drop the coffee on the floor. “Thank you.”
Ha! You’re talking to Julien and you haven’t dropped your coffee. Winning!
He gestures to the tables as we get jostled from behind. We’re blocking everyone’s way. “Shall we sit? Do you have a minute?”
I nod. Hell yes, I have a minute. I have an hour. A day. A month. A year.
Whoa sista, slow your roll. He asked you to sit down, not have his babies.
Shit, those would be some pretty babies though.
Just breathe…
“I have a bit before I have to run off.” I head to an empty table in the corner and he pulls my chair out before I can switch my coffee to my other hand. I smile up at him as I sit. “Thank you. You’re very chivalrous.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, well my momma would smack me if I didn’t show a lady respect.”
“Aw, well, your momma would be proud.” I tuck a loose piece of my hair behind my ear before I cradle my cup. I’m so nervous and I want to kick myself for acting like a fool around Julien. Granted, he’s invaded my thoughts both asleep and waking for over four months, but still. I smile at him. “I’m Ramsee.”
He laughs out loud. “Would you think I was a stalker if I said I already knew that?”
He already knew that? What? Seriously? Is he as attracted to me as I am to him?!
Swallowing my nerves, I give him my full watt smile. “No, I wouldn’t think you were a stalker at all. Just don’t tell me you know where I live.”
He slaps the table. “I do not. I’m assuming you live around here though, since you’re here like every day.”
I laugh. “Well, so are you.”
He nods. “I am. I live upstairs actually. I have an apartment on the top floor.” He points up as he says it.
My mouth gapes open. “Really? I only live a block away. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you all over the place since we live so close.”
He crosses his arms and looks at me intently. His blue eyes fascinate me. “Well, who would have guessed? Maybe it’s fate.”
I roll my eyes. “Seriously? Fate?”
He laughs again and takes a sip of his coffee. “Ok, maybe it’s just the great coffee.” He points at himself. “I’m Julien.”
Now it’s my turn to confess. “I know your name. I’ve heard it a time or two. It’s nice to finally meet you, Julien.” I hold out my hand.
He looks at it and then a smile that takes my breath fills his face. He takes it and shakes it firmly, but caresses my palm when he’s done. Shivers race across my spine and I can’t hold back my whoosh of breath as it expels my lungs.
Finally, he lets it go and leans back in his chair again. He glances at his watch before looking up at me with a sheepish expression. “I’m sorry. I have an appointment shortly and I need to get going. I’m certain you have a job to get off to as well.”
I glance at my phone and freak out as I see the time. I have to open the gallery in ten minutes and it’s a ten minute walk. Shit! I stand quickly and sling my purse over my shoulder as I grab my coffee cup from the table. “I do actually. I have to be a work in ten minutes. My boss is a bear and will lose her shit if I’m late.”
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sp; His face falls. “I’m sorry.” He shrugs. “Look, if you’re free later tonight, would you like to have dinner with me? I know it’s last minute and we just officially met, but I’d like to get to know you, Ramsee.”
My heart thuds in my chest. He’s asking me out. Like on a date?
I nod. “I’m free tonight. Are you asking me out? Like a… date?”
He nods and smiles. “I am. That is if you’re agreeable.” He takes a card out of his wallet and swipes a pen off the table next to us. The college student it belongs to looks up and calls out, “Hey!”
He waves him off and says, “I just need to borrow this for a minute. I’ll give it back. This pretty lady needs my number.”
He writes on the back of the card and hands it to me. I glance down. He’s written his number. He gives the pen back to the annoyed student and says, “Thanks, man.” The guy smirks and gets back to his reading. Julien looks at me as he turns away. “I really need to get going. That’s my cell. Text me your number when you have a minute and I’ll call you later. Dinner at seven?”
I glance at my phone again. Shit, now I only have five minutes. I’m going to have to run. I nod. “Seven is great. I’ll text you when I have a minute at work. I have to run. Literally.” We head to the door together and as I turn left to head to work, he turns right, toward campus. He walks rapidly backwards and calls out, “See you tonight, pretty Ramsee. Have a great day at work!” Then he salutes me before he turns and sprints down the sidewalk.
I take a minute to relish the moment before I take off at a run. I make it to the gallery out of breath and only two minutes late. Unlocking the door, I punch in the security code while I attempt to catch my breath. By the time my boss arrives fifteen minutes later, the gallery is open and my appearance is back in order.
I whistle while I straighten the displays and check in a new shipment for the viewing we’re hosting tomorrow night.
Mid-morning, my boss comes over and comments on my cheerful mood. “You’re chipper this morning, Ramsee. Is the art for tomorrow night accounted for?”