Burn Me Anthology

by Shantel Tessier

“Shh, I’d never let that happen, Princess.” His hands gripped my ass tightly and pulled me closer, spreading my thighs.

  With anyone else I would have been hesitant, deep in my head with self-consciousness. But this was happening with him. The one man who let me lose all my inhibitions and brought out my inner vixen.

  “Hike up your leg, Sofia,” her ordered I shook the nonsensical thoughts away and complied. My core at his lips, he licked my outer lips, and my hands dug into his shoulders.

  “Oh my…” I gasped as my head fell back.

  His tongue swiped my swollen clit and pulled on it lightly. Sounds I had never made slipped from my lips.

  “You taste so fucking good,” his voice whispered against my sensitive flesh, only his tongue moving in and out of my channel.

  The wetness and heat of his mouth felt so damn good, I was afraid I would go cross-eyed. I pressed down, rubbing into him. His deep grunts vibrated off my overheated, hypersensitive skin, and I couldn’t get myself to stop. I rubbed down.

  Harder.

  Rolling my hips into his face.

  His hands grabbed the flesh of my ass, and I couldn’t stop myself.

  Without warning or idea, I flew.

  Flew into an intense orgasm, shuddering on top of Maverick.

  He held me in place. He didn’t let me fall to the ground. His hands were on my bottom like he was holding a treasure, his mouth still working my body. His touch softer and sweeter now.

  Gasping for air, I let my knees go weak. He let me drape myself over his body, straddling him, his hands on my face.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, bringing his mouth to mine. I tasted myself on his lips and loved it. “I’m going to make you come again,” he promised in a whisper against my lips.

  He picked us up, and I found the strength to wrap my legs around his narrow waist as he walked us into his bedroom. He set me down on the bed, and I rested my weight on my forearms, not shying away from watching him.

  When Maverick pulled off the soft navy tee, I licked my lips, enjoying the sexy view. He undid his belt and pulled his pants down along with his boxer briefs. My eyes were pinned on his beautiful thick cock when it sprung toward me.

  I pushed my body up and reached out for him, but he stopped me before I could get a chance to touch him.

  “Nu uh.” He shook his head, then his lips nipped at mine.

  “Why?” I sounded like I was whining, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to taste him.

  “You touch me, Princess, and tonight ends a lot faster than either of us wants,” he hummed, and I moaned.

  “Okay.” I sighed. My eyes caught his angry-looking tip and watched as he covered up his thick manhood with a condom.

  “Move back,” he ordered, not taking his gaze away from me. I liked the way he looked at me. Like I was the only woman who could ever capture his attention.

  Leaning back, I opened my legs, the invitation far from subtle as my head touched his cloud-like pillows. He got into bed with me, his large body between my thighs, draping his beautiful body over mine.

  “Hi,” he grinned playfully, and my heart flipped inside out. My hands moved, holding his handsome face.

  “Hey.” I smiled back. My heart thumped hard in my chest and what felt like every centimeter of my skin burned and sparked.

  My eyes closed as one of his hands moved from the side of my face to the back of my head.

  Everything became more intense.

  More intimate.

  “You sure about this?” he asked, lining his hardness up with my center, and I tried to get closer, but he wouldn’t let me.

  “Maverick.”

  “I’m buzzed, but I know what I’m doing,” he promised.

  “So do I,” I answered. And I did. “Please, Mav, I need you,” I begged softly without embarrassment or shame.

  His forehead touched mine, while his other hand slid to the back of my head. His eyes pinned me down the moment he slid his thick, long manhood into me in one smooth thrust. I gasped. I hadn’t had sex in a while, and nothing from my collection of buzzing toys was as girthy as he was.

  “Yes,” I hissed, loving the bite of pain mixed with the beautiful pleasure.

  “Shit!” he hissed the moment he was balls deep in me. “Damn it, Princess.”

  “You feel good, Mav,” I gasped.

  “Not as good as this sweet little pussy,” he growled, kissing me lightly. “Be a good girl for me and tighten your legs around my waist,” he ordered in a deep voice, and I obeyed. My eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.

  “My princess likes it when I talk dirty, doesn’t she?” he asked, shifting his body, pulling out then thrusting back in.

  “Yes.” I bit my lower lip, clutching his hair.

  “Yes, what?” he grunted, his voice hoarse.

  “I love it when you talk dirty,” I panted. “Fuck me, Maverick.”

  “I’m going to give you what you need. Trust me.” And as stupid as it might have made me, I did. I trusted him completely.

  He started to work in and out of me. Slow and shallow thrusts at first. Then his pace increased, working faster and faster until he was pounding into me.

  Roughly.

  Demandingly.

  Deliciously.

  The heels of my feet on his beautiful ass, my arms on his shoulder and face, I held on for dear life.

  “You’re close,” he grunted. I was.

  I am so, so, so close.

  I could only nod as incoherent noises escaped my lips. My body was his to control. He started to jack hammer into me, hitting that illusive spot deep inside of me, and I opened my mouth to tell him I was almost there, but it was impossible. I couldn’t string two words together. But he didn’t need my words. He knew my body despite it being our first time together. As he held the back of my head, I opened my eyes and drowned in the heat of his.

  I broke.

  Wave after wave hit and left me breathless.

  Panting for air, I felt my body shudder below his. My senses slowly came back to me, the sound of a faint buzz in my ears. I watched his masculine face twist.

  Sweat glistened on his brow, and I tightened around him. Sheathing him tighter, urging him to move deeper into me. I bucked up, meeting him thrust for thrust. The sound of our bodies connecting echoed through the room.

  Time ceased, both of us lost in the sensation of our coupling. I started to feel it. A second orgasm building higher and higher. His eyes on mine, I could tell he knew.

  “My greedy girl,” he grunted.

  “Mav,” I whimpered.

  “You’re going to come again, aren’t you? I can feel it.” He clenched his jaw. A drop of his sweat fell on my shoulder. His face hid in my neck. “Sofi… get there. Come with me,” he demanded.

  I bucked up as much as I could. Still holding me close, he ground his pelvis as he thrusted, his pubic bone rubbing against my needy clit, and I free fell into an abyss of bliss bigger and brighter than I had ever experienced.

  “Mav!” I screamed, my voice hoarse.

  He groaned into my neck, chanted my name into my skin. I felt the flow of his release hit the condom between us and held on tightly, nowhere ready to let go.

  Maybe it was because it was the first time I had experienced a simultaneous orgasm with a partner.

  Or maybe it was because I knew the moment the sun rose, this would all be added to his list of regrets.

  Want more of Sofia & Maverick’s story?

  Don’t worry, they are just getting started.

  The full version of Burning Bridges will be released

  June 14th, 2018!

  Books By This Author:

  Right Men series:

  LIE

  STEAL

  CHEAT- coming Summer 2018

  Never Too Late series:

  Longing For You

  Wishing For You

  Lucky For You

  Six Degrees series:

  Crown’s Chance at Love
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  Etched in Stone

  Carried Away- A Hope Falls Kindle World Novella

  Davenport Harbor

  Standalones:

  Something Worth Saving

  Cookies & Kismet

  Zaiden- A Scrooged Christmas

  Already Home- Coming Spring 2018

  About The Author

  Mayra Statham resides in Southern California with her three kids and husband. When she isn’t writing or hanging out with family, you can find her hidden behind a romance novel while enjoying a highly caffeinated iced drink.

  She loved to hear from her readers! mayrastatham@gmail.com or follow her on her social media!

  Adrenaline Rush

  By Shantel Tessier

  Editor: Jenny Sims

  Formatter: Emma VonDielingen

  Chapter 1

  Karter

  I’ve never been a man who prefers blind dates. And that is from experience. The two I have been on didn’t end so well.

  The first one ended with the woman in tears because I didn’t profess my undying love for her over our crème brûleé. The second one ended with my date slapping me in the face while calling me a pig because she quote, “watched me look at another woman’s ass walking by.” Needless to say, I’ve tried to avoid them, but shit happens. And by shit, I mean your brothers talk you into something you don’t wanna do.

  So here I am, sitting at a high-top table in a pub with two of my brothers on a blind date. And I think it’s safe to say that this one is going to suffer the same fate as the others.

  “I think she digs you, man,” Jakob, to the right of me, says as he shoves his elbow into my side. His dark brows wiggling while his dark eyes shift back and forth between me and the woman he set me up with.

  I look across the tall table at one of the two bleach blondes and watch her tap away on her phone like she’s writing a fucking book. Her eyes have been glued to that screen since they got here. I snort and lift my glass of water to my lips.

  She doesn’t have the slightest interest in me.

  Which I’m grateful for because frankly, she’s not my type. I prefer brunettes. And I like blue eyes over green or brown. I prefer someone who is a little more modest in public and doesn’t show off all her assets for the entire world to see. Confident but doesn’t have to flaunt it. A woman who keeps what belongs to me between us.

  I’m picky. If I were to come out and tell a woman what I like, she would call me a bastard—a smug son-of-a-bitch who is conceited and categorizes women by their looks—and she would be right. I like what I like. People can judge me all they want, but everyone has a type.

  “I bet you a hundred dollars that you get fucked tonight,” he says as he eyes her big tits hanging out of her baby pink tank top. The thick straps of her black bra stick out like a sore thumb against the light-colored fabric. I’m surprised she’s even wearing one.

  “I’ll take that bet.” Because it won’t happen. I won’t be asking her to come over to my house, and she won’t even care. Easy hundred bucks in my pocket.

  I reach over and shake his hand.

  “Where did Paul and his date go?” he asks. Looking at the other seat beside me, Jakob’s just noticing he’s gone. They got up and left the table twenty minutes ago. After ten minutes passed, I figured they left the bar altogether and went home to fuck. I guess they could be in the back of his truck out in the parking lot. I don’t put much past Paul.

  “Not sure,” I say, lifting my water and looking up at the big-screen TV in front of us mounted on the red brick wall. It’s Thursday night football, and the second quarter has just started. We’ve got a long way to go before I can bail on my date. If that’s what you want to call it …

  “They went to the bathroom,” the blonde across from me says, pointing toward the back of the pub without looking up from her phone.

  “Wow.” I can’t hide my surprise. “She speaks.”

  She finally gives me a second of attention as she looks up at me from her phone through spider web-looking lashes. They’re fake and a little over the top, if you ask me. Her dark green eyes narrow on me, giving me a go to hell look before she blows a big bubble with her gum. Her eyes travel over my exposed forearms, and she pulls her lips back in disgust at the ink covering both of them and my knuckles. “How are you going to get a job with all of those?”

  I could ask her what kind of job she thinks she can get with her big fucking tits but then think better of it. I refrain from giving her a fuck you smile.

  “Oh, he’s …”

  “Employed,” I interrupt Jakob. She doesn’t need to know I have a career. She doesn’t need to know anything about me actually.

  Her judging eyes linger on my tats a little longer before they return to her phone.

  Guess my time is up!

  Jakob chuckles beside me and then slaps me on the back as he stands from his stool. “Yep. You’re totally getting fucked tonight,” he says in my ear before heading to the bathroom and leaving his date at the table as well.

  She’s a replica of the blonde sitting across from me, but at least her blue eyes are glued to the game on the television rather than her phone. Score one point for her being interested in football. Either that, or she’s just not interested in Jakob.

  I sigh before taking another drink of my water. My date, whose name is Kandy with a k—the only thing she informed me of since we started this torture—laughs as she stares down at her phone, and I look her over once again.

  Would I fuck her?

  Sure, why not?

  Just because she isn’t my type doesn’t mean I wouldn’t take her to bed. But I’m not really the hit it and quit it type of guy. I mean, yeah, I’ve had one-night stands, but I’m not some young teenager who needs to get my dick wet with a random stranger every day. I guess you could say I have the patience of a saint. And believe it or not, I like to take a woman out to dinner and have a conversation with her before I take her to my bed. I want to know more about her than how she spells her first name.

  I think the last time I had a one-night stand with a date was about six months ago. I met her at a club, and then we found ourselves back at her house. One thing led to another, and well, you know the rest. I woke up the next morning to find she had a husband. And he was home early from his business trip. After coming face to face with the man as naked as the day I was born, I realized that wasn’t the first time he’d caught her in bed with someone. Maybe he had bitches on the side as well. To each their own.

  I haven’t had a real relationship in I don’t know how long. That’s unheard of for a man my age—twenty-eight. Paul and Jakob are my only best friends who aren’t married or divorced already. We have acquaintances who are single, but out of the twelve of us who were really close, one by one, they all married off, leaving only the three of us single.

  A phone ringing has me pulling my eyes away from her tits and looking her in the eyes.

  “Hello?” she asks, answering her phone, and tilts her head to the side “Yeah, just bored.” She blows a bubble the size of her face, and then it pops. It’s comical to watch her try to get all the pink splatter back into her mouth. It does, however, make me imagine how good she would be at sucking cock with that tongue. “I’ll be leaving here soon—”

  The sound of a familiar voice yelling interrupts whatever she was about to say, causing me to stand from my stool in a hurry. I make my way toward the back to find my friend, Jakob, back up against the wall. A man I don’t know stands in front of him. His hands fist Jakob’s shirt, their noses almost touching.

  “What’s going on?” I demand, coming up beside them.

  The man I don’t know looks over at me. His teeth bared and nostrils flared. “This doesn’t concern you,” he barks. “Walk away.”

  “It does,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. Our other friend, Paul, exits the bathroom, zipping his pants. His date, another bleach blonde, exits behind him. Well, two points for him. He always does pick the easy ones.


  “Let him go,” I say, returning my attention to the unknown man.

  “Whoa, man,” Paul says as he finally realizes Jakob is about to get into a fight. “What the hell did you do, Jakob?” he asks wide-eyed.

  “Nothing …”

  “This doesn’t concern you guys. Fucking leave,” the guy snaps, interrupting him.

  Jakob tries to push him away, but the man doesn’t budge. “I didn’t do anything, man,” he snaps at him. “Get the fuck off me,” he shouts in his face.

  I can hear the girls behind us, who obviously got up to watch the show. I turn around. “Go back to your seats,” I order. The last thing I need is for one of them to get in the middle of this.

  “Go with them, babe,” Paul tells his date. As she goes to walk away, he adds, “Call the police.”

  She darts past me, pulling her cell out of her purse. We all know this is going to end badly.

  Once the girls are out of sight, I say, “I’m gonna give you three seconds …”

  Before I can finish my sentence, he yanks Jakob from the wall and shoves him into me. We go crashing onto the floor just as I see him turn and hit Paul instead.

  Raegan

  “What time will you be home in the morning?” Steve, my fiancé, asks on the other end of the phone.

  “I get off at seven. And my first class is at nine.” I run a hand down my face. Working the night shift at the hospital and going to school during the day is kicking my ass. Living off Monsters isn’t doing it for me anymore.

  He sighs. “I would love to see you. I can go in late,” he offers.

  “Okay,” I say as I see my best friend approach the nurses’ station. “I’ll see you then,” I say, hanging up on him without even bothering to say I love you.

  “We have an incoming,” she informs me.

  I jump out of my chair and round the nurses’ station desk to face her. “What is it?”

  “Bar fight.”

  “ETA?”

  “Any second …”

  “Room five is open,” I tell her just as the sliding glass doors from the ambulance bay open to the ER. Three paramedics push a stretcher with a man lying on it. He thrashes around in pain as he grips his right arm. He’s got a nasty gash on his right cheek and blood covers his white button up and jeans.