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A loud blast of music filled the room. Fallon jumped, grabbing her cell off the small table beside the bed. She flipped it open, fumbling for the right button as her breathing stalled in her chest.
“9-1-1…” she paused, staring down at the phone. “Ah crap. Hello?”
“Okay, you really need to get a life, Fallon, if you’re starting to answer your cell that way!”
Fallon snorted into the phone, pulling the strap of her slip back across her shoulder. “Well, I’m sure you’d answer the same way if you’d just spent the past two days at work.” She took a deep breath, hoping to calm the pounding in her chest. “So what’s up? Don’t tell me they want me to come back now?”
“Hell no. And I sure wouldn’t be the one to phone you. I just wanted to ask you something.” She heard Jane pause and wondered what her friend was up to. “You weren’t sleeping yet, were you?”
“Not yet. You know how it is. It’s hard to unwind sometimes.” She bit at her bottom lip. “So what do you need to ask me?”
“I meant to ask you before, but it totally slipped my mind. Brad and I are having a barbeque on Sunday. I already checked the schedule. You aren’t working. We were wondering if you’d join us?”
“Just me?”
Jane stammered on the phone, yelling something to another operator. Fallon could hear the nervousness in her friend’s voice. “There may be another friend or two joining us.”
Fallon smiled. So that was it. Jane was trying to set her up… again. “Okay, Jane. Spill it. What’s his name?”
Jane huffed. “His name is Jackson and he’s a new fire-fighter down at the station. Brad thought it might be nice to introduce him to a few people in town…so he doesn’t feel lonely.”
“And I, of course, was your number one pick.”
“You need to move on. You’ve done nothing but work since you and Gil broke up. It’s not healthy.” Jane breathed heavily into the phone. “Okay, girlfriend. Tell me. When was the last time you got laid?”
Fallon nearly dropped the phone. “You do know these phones are recorded, right?”
Jane laughed. “Do you really think I’d call you one of the regular lines? I’m using that old blue phone. You know, the one that used to get the old CB calls on. I don’t think it’s even hooked up to the system anymore. I’ve never heard the damn thing ring. And it was harder than hell to get through to your number. I had to press every freaking button on the damn thing. So no tapes. Now answer the question.”
Fallon sighed. She hated talking about that part of her life. “You know damn well I haven’t been with anyone since Gil, so don’t go getting all smug.”
“And what about those guys you went out with?”
“Oh, you mean the ones who showed up on my doorstep and said, ‘Hey sugar. Instead of going out to dinner, how about I make you breakfast instead?’ Please. Give me a break. I may be needy, but I’m not desperate.”
“Well if you ask me, it wouldn’t hurt to give one of them a chance. A hot night of good sex would do wonders for you.”
“And who says it’ll be good sex?”
“Hey, when you aren’t getting any, I’d think anything would be considered good.”
Fallon chuckled. “That’s why I’ve got toys. So I don’t have to go looking for it.”
“Toys are great, but they don’t replace a flesh and blood man. Nothing compares to a good cock, I don’t care what you say.”
Cock. Great! Fallon cursed under her breath as more images of Gil filled her mind. Now there was a cock that deserved worshipping. Eight inches of pure steel that could take her from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. And the taste of him. Lord, he had a flavour that liquefied her body and gushed the cream from her cunt. She loved the way he stretched her as he pushed through her channel, plunging until he grazed her womb. He’d been the best sex she’d ever had.
No, he’d been far more than that. He’d been the best love she’d ever made.
“I’ll manage, Jane.”
“Fine, be a recluse if you want to. But will you come to the barbeque?”
“I’ll think about it. You know I like to take long rides on my days off.”
“So ride your ass over to my house. And don’t worry about bringing anything. I’ve got it covered. Just wear one of those tight tops of yours and be sure to show a little leg.”
“Why don’t I just wear a sign that says, ‘please fuck me’, instead?”
“Sounds perfect. Okay, gotta run. This place is getting crazy again. See you Sunday. Two o’clock sharp.”
Fallon listened to the line go dead before placing her cell back on the table. She knew Jane meant well, but moving on wasn’t as easy as her friend thought. Maybe it was because she still didn’t know why it’d all fallen apart. She’d always believed Gil had never really gotten over the shooting, but a part of her feared it was tied to their last night together.
She sighed and collapsed back on the bed. That memory was like a dream to her, and she sometimes wondered if it’d ever truly happened.
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Author, single mother, slave to chaos—she’s a jack-of-all-trades who’s constantly looking for her ever elusive clone.
Kris started writing some years back, and it took her a while to realise she wasn’t destined for the padded room, and that the voices chattering away in her head were really other characters trying to take shape—and since they weren’t telling her to conquer the human race, she went with it. Though she supposes if they had…insert evil laugh.
Kris loves writing erotic novels. She loves heroines who kick butt, heroes who are larger than life and sizzling sex scenes that leave you feeling just a bit breathless.
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