Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies

by Alex Grayson

  He raised his head. In the lights of the parking lot, he looked dark and sexy. She could see that he had more than a little gray in the short, groomed beard that he wore and glints of it throughout his short-cropped hair. She wanted to get into enough light so that she could see what color his eyes were.

  “Are you sure about this?” He was looking at her intensely, his hands firm on either side of her head.

  She swallowed. Insecurity slithered in. “Are you?”

  He smiled. “Honey, I nearly just fucked you against the door of my truck. Yeah, I’m sure.”

  More bad feelings slithered in. “Do you do this a lot?”

  He brought his face close to hers. He didn’t try to push. But his answer gave her what she needed.

  “No.”

  “Wrap your legs around me, Maggie.”

  He slid his fingers out of her, but he stroked them over her clit as he did it, and she bucked. Then she pulled his head back down and took his mouth, wrapping her arms around his powerful, naked shoulders and doing as he instructed. She felt his hands cup her bare bottom and lift. She reached down with one hand and guided, he flexed his hips and he was in. Her head fell back and hit the hotel room door.

  “Oh, God, yes!” Her gasp mingled with the loud groan that he gave when he bottomed out inside her. Then he pushed her harder into the door, retreated and then surged in, harder and faster, and they both gasped.

  The frenzy hit them both simultaneously. Clenching and rocking, the sweat sliding down their bodies as they tore each other apart. She had never felt such pleasure, such lust. She wanted to claw at him, beg him to go faster, harder. So, she did, and with every demand that she made of him, he met and exceeded it. He braced his hands against the door on either side of her head, trusting her to stay with him as she tightened her thighs and arms. His hips drove up and into her, the thrusts rocking her entire body, and still, it wasn't enough. She sunk her nails into his shoulders and tightened the muscles of her pussy as hard as she could as she tried to draw his very essence inside her.

  Then she felt it coming. Yes. It was coming and it was going to annihilate her, and she didn’t care. His cock was so good, he hit her so right and so perfectly that she didn’t care if she died from the orgasm that was coming. He was thick and long and hard and divine, and if she died, she died.

  It hit and she didn’t die. The undulating waves of pleasure built to a crashing wave of heat and bliss and ecstasy. She vaguely felt her body jerk and her pelvis push into him hard, over and over. She cried out, and his mouth took hers, swallowing the sounds before he slammed into her hard and fast, once, twice, three times and four. He tore his mouth from her hers and groaned loudly with each thrust of his hips as he came

  They stayed interlocked for long moments before he finally allowed her to slide her legs to the floor. His chest was still rising and falling rapidly, and he rested the side of his head against hers as they caught their breath.

  “Jesus fuck, baby.” His voice was slightly unsteady.

  She giggled and kissed his throat. "You said that already."

  3

  After

  He put the folded piece of paper under the edge of her coffeemaker. He wasn't even gone, and he missed her scent already. He grinned wryly. Well, that gave him the answer to the question of whether he was the one-night-stand kind of man.

  He quietly opened the hotel door and made his way out to his truck. It was barely dawn, he had slept maybe an hour, and he had given a woman at least five orgasms and had three himself in the last six or so hours. He was forty-five years old, he had two old gunshot wounds and a knee that didn’t like cold, rainy weather.

  He felt fucking fantastic.

  She was naked.

  She never slept naked.

  She rolled over and felt the twinges of a few dozen aches, at least one of them very pleasant, but some of them not so much. She remembered why and turned her head rapidly.

  The bed was empty. Her stomach clenched. He was gone and he hadn’t woken her. She hadn’t had time to shore up any defenses and she felt the tears prickle. He hadn’t woken her. She supposed it was supremely foolish to expect such a thing. She had slept with a man that she met last night in a bar. She didn’t know his last name. He didn’t know hers.

  But he had left before she was awake. How cliché could you get?

  She rolled and sat up on the side of the bed. Alone in a hotel after getting her brains fucked out by a stranger. Her grandmother would be spinning in her coffin. A tear slid down her cheek and she dashed it away. Nope, that was not happening. She was a grown woman who had just had five orgasms, given to her by an extortionately handsome man with gray eyes and a smile to die for. Most women never got that kind of night.

  She walked to the bathroom. She could cry in the shower and no one would be the wiser.

  After her shower, she felt more human, at least. She still pleasantly ached between her legs and not so pleasantly in her heart, but both would ease. Pain like that always did, eventually. She looked at the small minibar area. Yes, coffee was there, thank God. She moved around the bed, tucking the towel tighter. She needed to get her things together and get ready to head down to Tampa for her interview.

  Logan had told her that he lived near Tampa. They hadn’t talked much but they had talked some.

  Nope. That was not happening, either. Tampa was a big town and she was about to start a new chapter of her life there. She had determined in the shower that she was going to think about last night with Logan as a lovely piece of life that she had been lucky enough to have and move on.

  She reached for the coffee pot and saw the paper sticking out from under the edge.

  Maggie,

  As much as it might appear to the contrary, I’m not a one-night stand guy. I had business early, and if I had woken you, I would have missed my meetings.

  555-987-9097

  Logan

  The End

  About Anna

  I was born in Kentucky and raised in Florida, so I am a southerner through and through. Since I was old enough to pick up a book, I have been a voracious reader. I wrote the usual poetry and short stories in high school, but life happened and I kept the dream of writing in the back of my heart until opportunity and encouragement helped me to realize that dream.

  I live in Tampa with my kids and grand kids and dogs and various other livestock. I am a bona fide Trekkie and all-around, unashamed geek.

  My dream is to write the kind of books that I like to read – romantic, suspenseful, humorous and heartfelt, with a lot of hot sex!

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  A Bulletproof Butterfly Short Story

  Anna Brooks

  He vowed to love her forever and promised to always protect her. And after all they'd already been through, she believed him. Until he gave her a reason not to.

  1

  Livvie

  “I think Jay is cheating on me.” I confess the fear that’s been clawing away at me for a week to my sister.

  Opal’s eyes bug out of their sockets as she chokes on her pizza. She holds her finger up while she takes a drink of water and then clears her throat. “Um, what did you just say?”

  “Jay. I think he—”

  “No way.” She shakes her head and frantically waves her hands in front of her. “No way. No freaking way. That guy loves you so much it’s actually sickening… He would never.”

  I pick the purple nail polish off my fingers and watch as my son, Jaydon, and niece, Olivia, run around my sister’s backyard.

  “He came home late a couple of nights ago.” I hold my finger up as I tick off the unusual things that have happened the past couple weeks. “He canceled our lunch date on Monday at the last minute. And he left the living room to take a phone call while we were cuddled up on the couch watching a show.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Liv, he’s got a busy job, and things happen. You k
now this.”

  “I know, but Opal, he never gets up and walks out to speak on the phone, even when it’s about a case. He’ll be discreet, but once he’s home for the night, unless he’s on call, he’s at my side. At the very least, if his hands aren’t on me, his eyes are. And when I say he came home late the other day, I mean he was supposed to get Jaydon from Mom and Dad’s on his way home from work at four, and Mom told me he didn’t arrive until after five.”

  “I’m sure he’s just got something going on with a case, Liv.”

  I glance behind me to make sure Ryan’s not home yet and listening. Not only is he the love of my sister’s life, but he’s also really good friends with Jay, and the last thing I need is him getting in the middle of this. “You don’t understand. Jay turned me down last night.” Her head rears back, and I nod. “Yup. In all the years we’ve been together, the only time he ever turned me down was the very first night he came to my apartment the day I met him. And the only reason he did is because he said he didn’t have the time and wanted to make sure I knew I was a priority, not just a quick fuck.” Which is one of the reasons I fell for him so hard and so fast.

  “Talk to him. If you’re really that worried, which I don’t think you need to be, then you need to talk to him. If you don’t, he’s going to know something’s wrong with you, and he’ll be on your ass until you tell him anyway.”

  She’s right. Part of what makes him such a good detective is his ability to read people. But me in particular… he knows me almost better than I know myself. Which is why he’s been asking me if everything is okay the past couple of days, even though I thought I was hiding my fears well enough that he wouldn’t notice something was wrong.

  I need to talk to him, but I’m so afraid of what he’s going to tell me. I love him with all that I am and have already had to live without him once. I wouldn’t survive if I lost him again. I need to find out what I did and then fix whatever is wrong, because it has to be something I messed up. “Will you keep Jaydon for a little bit?”

  “Yeah, no problem. I can bring him home later if you want. Just let me know.”

  The problem is that I don’t know, but right now I need to be alone so I can think. “Awesome, thanks.”

  After saying goodbye to her and my baby, I go to my car and dial my husband’s number, only to have my call go to voicemail. That never happens. Ever. I honestly can’t remember a time he didn’t answer when I called. “Oh, God,” I say to the dial tone and hang up with trembling fingers and dreadful thoughts.

  I’m realistic enough to know that relationships have problems, and was fully expecting our marriage to have ups and downs, I just never thought that Jay being unfaithful would be something I’d ever have to worry about. I try to be the woman he fell in love with and treat him like the amazing man he is, but having a toddler takes time and energy away from Jay that used to be for him. And since Jaydon was born my body doesn’t look the same, while Jay continues to get hotter as each day passes.

  Not knowing what to do with myself because I’m filled with fear that he’s stepping out on me, I point my car in the direction of our house and stop at the coffee shop that has the best brownies in the world on the way.

  Because when in doubt, chocolate always helps.

  I go inside and purchase two brownies, and then head back to my car, but something shiny catches my eye. There’s a penny several feet away, and the sun is shining, so I take it as an omen that maybe the day will get better, and once I talk to him, he’ll reassure me that we’re still okay. A lucky penny is how we met and every time I see one, I feel a little flutter in my chest. Smiling, I walk the few feet and am about to bend down when I hear the unmistakable sound of my husband’s deep voice around the corner.

  “—my wife doesn’t find out.”

  “No, I won’t say anything,” a female replies.

  I don’t move, paralyzed by fear and terror and heartache.

  “Been with her a long time, and I’ve never done anything like this, it never even crossed my mind, but then I saw you and thought it’d be worth it to see if you were interested.”

  She giggles and it makes me want to puke. “You know I’m interested. I’ve wanted to do something like this for a long time, so even though I’m a little nervous, I’m really excited.”

  “Me, too.”

  “What are you going to tell her?”

  I hear him sigh. “Dunno, I’ll make up some shit about a case or something. The last thing I want to do is hurt her or make her suspicious, so she cannot find out.”

  “She won’t. You’re not the only man I’ve done this with before, and never once have I been caught.”

  “Well then, let’s not ruin that streak with us.” His voice is fucking flirty, and the homewrecker giggles again. I want to run around the side of the building and tackle a bitch and rip her eyes out, but I don’t because I can’t move. And even if I could, I’d probably collapse to the ground just like my world is crumbling around me.

  “I’ve gotta go. Meet you at the hotel tomorrow?”

  Um… what?

  “Yeah, same one. Nine.”

  Oh God. I’ve heard enough. More than enough. More than I’ve ever wanted to hear in my entire life.

  My body moves sheerly out of self-preservation, and I turn and run back to my car and tear out of the lot to go home. I don’t allow myself to even think about what I just heard. I can’t, or I’ll fall apart right now. Not now. Not yet. I need to think, I have to be sure… positive.

  Yanking the brownie out of its wrapper, I spill chocolate all over my jeans and my seat, but I don’t give a shit as I keep shoving it in my mouth so I don’t scream. As I’m sitting at a stoplight anxious to be home, I realize that if Jaydon is at Opal’s for no reason, Jay will find that suspicious, and I don’t want to clue him in that I know anything right now. I need time to think and figure things out, and to be completely honest, to have one more night together before everything falls apart.

  One more night of us cuddling on the couch while he plays with my hair. The last time of him holding me while I sleep. Another morning waking up to his lips caressing my own and his strong hands worshipping my body.

  And then I’ll follow him and see with my own eyes before I let the reality of what’s happening hit me and tear my life apart.

  So I head back to my sister’s and grab my son, telling her I’ll explain later while avoiding her eyes. She doesn’t question it but tells me she’ll be home if I need her.

  Once Jaydon and I get to our house, I start dinner and attempt to fake as normal of a night as I can even though I’m practically hyperventilating with every breath I take. When I hear the garage door open, my heart that’s already hollowed out cracks at the edges, but I squeeze my eyes shut and take a few deep, ragged breaths, bringing myself back to reality and sticking with my plan.

  “Hey, Butterfly.” Jay’s smooth voice hits me the same time his arm winds around my waist, his lips hit my neck, and he holds out a bag from the coffee shop in front of me. “Drove by today and got you a couple of brownies.”

  “Thanks.”

  He drops the bag on the counter and spins me around, his dark blue eyes scrutinizing my face. One brow raises and he dips his head. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Livvie.”

  “Nothing, I’m fine. A little tired, but I’m good.”

  He doesn’t release his gaze until Jaydon throws his empty cup on the floor. “We’ll talk later.” Jay bends in, kisses my forehead, then my lips, then walks across the kitchen to greet his son.

  I turn back to the stove on wobbly knees, release an uneven breath, and finish making dinner. We all eat together like normal, but even Jaydon can sense the tension because he’s fussy and uncooperative the entire time. Jay gives his son a bath before he puts him to bed while I clean up the kitchen. And as I’m wiping down the counter top, my eyes blur, realizing that was the last time the three of us would eat around a table together.
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  All I have are suspicions and the conversation I overheard, but when I follow him in the morning to the hotel he’s meeting that woman at and discover he’s cheating on me, I refuse to turn a blind eye to it. I won’t tolerate my husband being unfaithful and I definitely will not allow my son to think it’s okay to treat his wife that way.

  But I have to have proof. So until I do, I’m going to do everything I can to try enjoy tonight and to get him to change his mind while I’m at it.

  “What happened?” I jump at Jay’s voice, and thank God he can’t see my face right now.

  “Nothing.”

  “Bullshit, Livvie. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

  I shake my head, not ready to let him go. No matter that he’s cheating on me, he’s still mine for one more night. “Let’s go watch TV.”

  When I go to brush past him, he grabs my arm and pulls me against him, his strength unwavering. “Whatever is wrong, love, talk to me so I can fix it.”

  I channel the me I was the three years we were apart and fake it. I look up at him and put on the best performance I have my entire life. “Nothing’s wrong, Jay.” I wrap my arms around his neck and tilt my head back to look at his handsome face. “Forget TV, let’s go to bed.”

  His eyes drop to my mouth, and when I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, the pulse in his neck pounds, and he nods. “Go get naked. I’m gonna lock up, and then I’ll meet you in bed.”

  I rush to our room, but I don’t get naked. I just take my shirt and jeans off, then sit in the middle of our king size bed, waiting with nervous anticipation. He comes in a few minutes later, and closes and locks the door behind him. “Thought I told you to be naked.” He stalks toward me, and I know he’s gonna try to take control, like he always does, but I don’t want that.