by C. A. Harms
“Oh my,” Palmer’s mother said, and if I’m not mistaken there was most definitely a change in her tone. Not a high-pitched disappointed tone, but one of pleasant surprise.
I stood tall, my ass tensing. Palmer covered her face with one hand while she tugged at the hem of her tiny shirt with the other. A very weak attempt to cover her lower half that, let me add, was still naked.
I peeked back over my shoulder, Palmer’s mom raked over my backside with her eyes and when her gaze met mine, she fucking winked. You heard me, she winked, smiled, and leaned back against the door jam.
There was no doubt about it. Any family functions on her side from then on out would most definitely have a little twist added to them. Palmer’s momma was a bit of freak like her daughter, it seemed.
***Sneak Peek***
Just One Glance
Oh, Tequila Series #5
By C.A. Harms
Jay’s Story
It was no fucking secret that I didn’t handle my liquor well. Get me wasted and I would do shit like strip naked and start whipping my dick around like it’s those tassels strippers wear on their titties. No joke man, it happened, for real. I was buck-ass naked, swinging my hips, my meat and potatoes on full display for a house full of college kids, both guys and girls, to see.
I even decorated myself with streamers. Who does that fucking shit? Me, drunk ass me, that’s who.
Now that shit fucking haunts me, daily. A hashtag, #dicksaswinging is on every damn picture I’m in through every social media account. We did charitable events and they used that shit to bring in extra attention. I found dildos, tiny fake penises and printed out pictures of cocks stuffed all over the place on most days. For my birthday my brothers bought me a bag of dicks. Tiny ass dick candies that is, so what did I do? I sat down on the couch, turned on the ballgame and ate every one of those little dicks by myself. I did not share.
These last few months had been a rough one on all of us. We lost a brother this year, hell we almost lost two. Brent was killed unexpectedly in a motorcycle accident and in the aftermath, Corbin hit an ultimate low from the grief of not only being there when it happened but surviving when Brent didn’t. It ate him alive until Palmer refused to let him fade away. She was by far the best fucking thing that had ever happened to him.
I sat in the corner of the room, looking out at my brothers, each dancing and laughing with their girls and those single looking to hook up. As I continued around the room, looking at each and every one of them I took in those who didn’t belong to the fraternity.
We all needed this party, we needed a night to just let loose. It was the first since we lost Brent and his absence was felt. As I continued, I saw a glimpse of red then it was gone. Backtracking found it again and the gorgeous legs peeking out from beneath it too. Thin, tan, and fit, like those of a runner maybe. Continuing upward I took in the trim waist, the perfect tits, not too big but the perfect handful. The red dress hugged the perfect body and made my blood pumped a little faster. Upward I went, my gaze connecting the with a curious set of eyes.
She stared at me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her either. Short brown hair, the perfect smile though she was doing everything she could to fight it. She was losing fast.
Fuck. Why did I feel like taking in a breath was a struggle?
Pushing off the wall she was leaning on, she began walking toward me and my heart beat harder and faster.
“You’re Jay, right?” The brown-haired beauty asked when she’d finally reached me. Those fuck me eyes she was giving me made me momentarily lose my mind. So I just nodded. Like a damn adolescent virgin boy, I nodded.
She smiled, leaned in a little closer and shocked me to my fucking core. “My name is Wren and call me curious, but I was hoping you’d give me a private showing of your performance last year. Maybe without the streamers of course, I don’t really want anything to obstruct my view.”
She said this as she looked down at my cock, then to top it off she bit her lip and tilted her head just slightly. And again, I was fucking speechless.
Maybe getting drunk on tequila and swinging my dick around at a party that over a hundred people were at wasn’t such a bad thing. Or was it?
Acknowledgements
THE CHARMED GIRLS, YOU ARE all amazing. The continued support you show me is something I will never be able to express just how much it means to me. Thank you all for sharing my work and for just being you. You are all the greatest bunch of ladies.
THANK YOU, LYDIA, because you are a true friend and motivator, always making me laugh and smile. We are an amazing team, and your friendship means the world. Thank you for being one of my biggest cheerleaders.
TO MY HUSBAND AND children, thank you for being the best part of my days. For tolerating me when I get lost in the world of fiction and understanding that sometimes dinner may be a little late. Jayden and Tayler, no matter how many books I write, you two will always be my best creations.
MY READERS, I AM always so humbled by your support. Those random messages I received after you read my books, whether it be something big or small, I truly love them. Hearing what you think, in my eyes, is one of the greatest things about releasing a new book. I am never too busy for you.
TO MY PA, MEGAN, thank you for everything you do. For keeping me straight because lord knows I need it. Also for being available whenever I need to bounce an idea off of you or a cover I’m just not sure of. You are the greatest.
About the Author
A LITTLE ABOUT ME, LET’S see where to start.
I love HEA stories, as long as they come packing a little heat. I need some excitement, some angst, and moments that make me fan my face, those are always good too. I am an Illinois girl, born and raised. Simple and true, it honestly doesn’t take much to make me happy. I love the little things, they truly mean the most. I may have a slight addiction to my new Keurig—oh my, that thing is a godsend. And so fast too. I have two children who truly are my very best friends. Their faces never fail to put a smile on my face. I have been married to my husband for sixteen years, and even though at times I want to beat him with a stick, I would never change the years we have had. We have learned and fallen, only to pick each other up, dust off the aches, and help each other make it right.
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