“I don’t wanna use my mouth, but I could try my hands. Do you wanna try it?”
“YES!”
“Calm down, mister.” She laughed. “You’ll have to show me what to do.”
“I think I can handle that.” I smiled down at her. She took my hand and led me over to the bed. She pulled the sheet off the bed and threw it on the ground. We sat down on the edge of the bed.
“So, do you wanna lay down?” She asked timidly.
I nodded and laid down across the bed. She crawled up beside me and leaned down and kissed my chest. Then I felt her mouth on my nipple. I almost came when she did that. This wasn’t gonna take long at all.
“What do I do?” She asked. I wrapped my hand around myself and slid my hand up and down. She put her little hand over mine. “Like this?” She asked as she removed my hand and replaced it with hers. She squeezed and slid up and down.
“Uh huh. Faster.” I moaned. She kept going and before I knew it I was squirting all over her hand.
Her eyes met mine and she smiled. “That was beautiful. I can’t believe I made you do that.”
“Are you crazy? You’ve been making me do that for a while now. I always think of you when I touch myself.”
She blushed and smiled up at me. “I’ve never touched myself.” She admitted.
“That’s okay. I think it’s different for girls. Us boys are all horn-dogs. You know that.” I laughed and pulled her close to me. She had made me come and all I had managed to do was make her bleed. I hated that our first time had been so horrible for her. I wished there was something I could do for her.
“Is there anything I can do to make this night better for you?”
“Yes. Hold me all night. Let me snuggle with you until the sun comes up tomorrow.”
“Whatever my missus wants, my missus gets.” Before long, her breathing evened out and I knew she was asleep. Once I knew she was okay enough to sleep, I passed out.
The next morning, I woke up to the most beautiful sight. Emma was walking in the door with a plate with scrambled eggs and toast on it. She had on one of my old t-shirts and her hair was still wet. Apparently, I slept through her shower.
“Morning, mister,” she said as she placed the plate on the nightstand.
“Morning, missus. How are you feeling today? Sore?” I asked as I put my hands on her hips.
“Yeah, I really am. Probably won’t do a whole lot of anything today. When are your parents coming home?”
“They won’t be home until late tonight. Spend the day with me?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said as she pressed her sweet lips to mine.
Three Months Later
Declan and Loralei shared the same birthday. This was their sixteenth, so Emma and me decided we would throw them a huge bonfire party at the pond at Harper Farms. We invited everyone in the school and I called a guy, who knew a guy who was gonna get us some kegs.
Emma and me got there early to set everything up and to get a little “practice” in. That was what we called sex now. “Practice”. We had been practicing a lot recently and Emma was right, it didn’t hurt near as bad the next time or the next time or the time after that. After our “practice”, I started drinking. By the time the guests of honor got there I was totally wasted.
“This party is going to be insane!” I screamed at Declan and Loralei when they pulled up. Declan had his arm around her and was squeezing her tight. They were so in love. It was kinda sickening.
The party had been going on for hours and the beer was definitely flowing. There’d been a couple of fights and at least one girl threw up out by the pond. Good times.
Tonight was the night for Declan and Loralei. Declan didn’t know anything about it, but girls talk. Emma had told me what Loralei had planned and Declan was gonna love it. His parents were out of town at the big annual cattle sale that weekend and they would have the whole house to themselves. She had told her parents that she would be spending the night with Emma, and of course, she corroborated her story.
I drank so much that night. I couldn’t stop myself. Emma was pissed. She wanted to have a nice night with her boyfriend, but I was too busy getting drunk with the basketball team.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Emma yelled from the other side of the fire. I realized when she did that that my arm was wrapped around Michelle Anderson. When the hell did that happen? I dropped my arm and stepped away. I was officially too damn drunk to be at a party.
“Missus, I’m so sorry.” Emma was running toward her car.
“Don’t call me that. Go back to the slut. I’m sure she’ll “practice” with you.” She jumped into her car. I grabbed the door before she could slam it in my face.
“I’m drunk, baby. I thought it was you. I don’t even like her. I fucking love you.”
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “Please don’t drink anymore tonight. Please,” she begged.
“I promise. Now, please get outta the car.”
She did as I asked and we walked back to the bonfire. We cuddled up against an old bale of hay and laid there, watching everyone else act like fools. Well, for awhile.
“Eric, man. Get your ass over here.” Darrin called from the back of his truck. Emma looked up at me and shook her head. I went anyway.
“I’ll be right back,” I promised as I walked away. Darrin had a cooler in the back of his truck and it was full of booze. He handed me a bottle of whiskey.
“Just one shot, man. Come on. Or are you too pussy-whipped for that?” He was taunting me. Even in my drunken state I knew that, but it didn’t matter.
I opened the bottle and started chugging it down. It burned like a son of a bitch, but I didn’t stop. Before we left the back of the truck, I’d drank half a bottle. I was completely shit-faced. I don’t remember much after that. I remember Emma yelling at me as I puked in the pond. I kinda remember Declan screaming at me about not puking in his truck. I remember watching Emma leave and feeling like a total ass for ruining her night.
What happened next is still a blur. I heard breaking glass, crunching metal, and screaming. Lots of screaming. I was sober now. I woke up and Loralei wasn’t in the truck. Declan was beside me. His head was covered in blood and laying on the dashboard.
“Declan! What the fuck? Declan are you okay? Wake up!” I screamed at him as I shook him and tried to wake him up. I had to get out of this truck. I kicked the driver side door open and pulled Declan out with me. I could see Loralei lying ahead of us in the field. I laid Declan down on the street and went to check on her. I turned her over. She was breathing and had some scratches on her face.
I heard Declan moan so I ran back over to check on him. His eyes fluttered a little bit. He finally looked up at me. “Eric, where is she?” His eyes were darting all around. He was trying to find Loralei.
“She’s okay, man. I checked on her. Her face is scratched up, but she’s okay.”
“Go take care of her. I’m not gonna…I’m not gonna be okay, man,” he said. I was crying. I grabbed him by the shoulders.
“Don’t say shit like that, Dec. You’re gonna be fine. We’ll all be fine.”
“No, Eric. I’m not fine. I know.” A tear streamed down his face. “I need you to promise me something, man.”
“Anything, Dec. Anything.”
“Promise me you’ll take care of her and keep her safe. Make sure she finds someone to love.”
“Damn it, Dec. Stop talking like that,” I begged.
“Don’t let her be sad for me. This is how it has to be. Tell her I loved her.” And with those final words, I watched the life drain from my best friend’s eyes. He took a deep breath and he was gone. I’d killed my best friend. I’d taken away his future. All because I’d been too damn stupid to quit drinking. I made a decision at that moment. I would never have another drink. Ever.
I stood sobbing over Loralei. Praying to God for her to wake up. Praying for her to forgive me for what I’d done. When she
woke up and screamed, “DECLAN!” I cried even harder.
I would never be able to forgive myself for what happened that night when I was sixteen years old.
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Four Letters
In Four Letters you’ll lea rn all about three couples…
Sterling and Skye~ Skye is a spoiled little rich girl, who has never had to do more than bat her eyelashes at her father to get whatever she wanted. When she received her degree, her plan was to open an art gallery catering to the uber rich. The last thing she needed was a man getting in her way. But, there’s just something about Sterling. He’s an alpha male that gives her what she’s always craved, the ability to let someone else take control. Could Sterling be the man Skye needs to help her relinquish control and change her spoiled ways?
Asher and Lilly~ When Lilly was a small child, her parents were killed in a fire. Since the loss of her parents, she’s never truly felt loved or safe. Now that Lilly’s dream of becoming a teacher has come true, she worries that her dream of finding Mr. Right might not. That all changes the day that Asher literally runs into her in the park. Could Asher be the man to make Lilly feel safe and give her the happily ever after she’s always dreamed of?
Tanner and Adlee~ To say that Adlee had a rough childhood would be quite the understatement. When she was barely ten years old, her mother killed herself, leaving Adlee in the care of her stepfather, Paul. Paul was not a nice man. When Tanner walked into the café she was working at and witnessed the way Paul treated her, he knew he had to step in. Could Tanner be the man to prove to Adlee that she is worthy of love and help her regain her self respect?
Read Four Letters to see how all of these lives are intertwined…
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About the Author
Lisa M. Harley~
I grew up in a really small town in Missouri. Very similar to the fictional towns I write about. I moved to the big city right after I graduated. I work full-time and I am mom to a beautiful little girl.
I started writing in October 2012 when a group I am a member of had a prologue contest. I didn’t win the contest, but everyone who read my prologue asked for more of my story. I decided I had to finish it and get these characters that were in my head out on paper. During the writing process it became clear that these characters had a lot to say. So I realized my story was really a series:
T he Destined Series
Destined to Change (Available Now)
Destined to Succeed (Available Now)
Destined to Forgive (Coming Soon)
Destined to Rock (Coming Soon)
Destined to Overcome (Coming Soon)
Also Available from this Author:
Four Letters (Available Now)
I am a really boring person, so this bio is super short! This is really about all there is to know about me. Sad, isn’t it. lol
I love music and honestly couldn’t write without my Spotify playlist. I am kinda obsessed with frogs (not real ones) and office supplies are my downfall! I could spend my whole paycheck at the stationery store…boring, didn’t I already say that? lol
Also, I am slightly addicted to Facebook. Please message me…I would love to hear from ya’ll.
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Blog: http://lisamharley.blogspot.com
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