I am ridiculously horny today and feel like I’ve been ready since long before dinner. When he enters me, I moan and writhe beneath him, tilting my pelvis so he hits the right spot. We shift again and crunch the bag of chips beneath him. He reaches underneath and pulls out a chip. I lean forward and eat it.
“Eating during sex is new for us.” He jokes. “You wanted new and exciting.”
I spy a gummy bear on the pillow and offer it to him. It’s orange. I hate the orange ones and he knows this.
He opens his mouth for me to toss it in. “So generous.”
I actually forget that he’s inside me for a moment until he thrusts again. “We’re having sex right now,” I say to let him know in case he’s forgotten too.
“We are. Go us!” He pumps his fist in the air and grinds me against him.
We shift again and I nearly fall off the bed when we land too close to the edge. After some adjustments, we end up in the middle. I laugh when my head gets buried under the pillows.
It’s the last thing I remember.
Ridiculously bright sunlight wakes me up. My head hangs off the edge of the bed and I have one leg dangling near the floor.
“What happened?” I mumble, trying to right myself enough to roll over.
The beautiful, snow white comforter and sheets are dotted with gummy bears and chip fragments. Ben’s on his back, mouth open and snoring to the high heavens. I poke his chest and shake his shoulder.
“Wake up.”
He grumbles and turns over. A few almonds are stuck in his hair.
“Wake up.”
“What? Why is it so bright?” He burrows under the covers.
“It’s morning. Weren’t we having sex? That’s the last thing I remember. We were having sex and now it’s morning.”
“We fell asleep.”
“During sex?” I bury my head under my pillow. I lift just the edge to say, “We are the lamest people ever.”
He laughs and pulls me into his arms. “I think we did fall asleep. Or during a position change, but we are not the lamest people ever. We can have more sex. We could have sex right now. And this afternoon. And tonight. Tomorrow, the next day, and so on until one of us dies.”
I chuckle and turn in his arms. “You say the nicest, but most morbid things.”
“It’s the truth. We’re the blessed ones, Jo. We found each other in college and still love each other. It’s kind of a miracle if you think about it. We still want to be wild and adventurous with each other, even though we’re both old.”
“Again, best complimenter ever award goes to Benton Grant.” I kiss the tip of his nose.
His eyes crinkle with happiness. “And the best wife and life partner ever goes to Josephine Grant.”
“Now you’re getting there. So this sex you were talking about?”
“Yes?” He kisses me, morning breath be damned.
“How about now?”
He kisses me again and we finish what we started last night. It doesn’t involve ridiculously sexy but uncomfortable lingerie, or slightly medieval sex toys. No mind-altering substances either. Just us. Naked and loving each other.
It’s pretty awesome sex.
For married people.
A Note from Daisy Prescott
Thank you for reading this Modern Love Story Short.
I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into the lives of Ben and Jo Grant from We Were Here and Geoducks Are for Lovers. Chronologically, Take for Granted takes place after Geoducks Are for Lovers.
Here’s the Modern Love Story reading order and buy links on Amazon
Should a certain man bun sporting bartender catch your eye, you can read Stan’s story in Next to You, a standalone sports romance set in Aspen.
OUTDOOR SHOWER
A WINGMEN SHORT
Introduction
Once upon a time, a blogger asked me to write a steamy scene with the hot next door neighbor in Geoducks Are for Lovers. Heather Maven and Love N Books were the catalyst for this scene, which launched the idea of Ready to Fall.
This short takes place after Geoducks Are for Lovers and before Ready to Fall.
The Infamous Outdoor Shower Sex Scene
"Are you sure we won't get caught?" she asked.
I turned around and we were eye to eye where she stood on the top step of my deck.
"Nothing to worry about. Maggie's out of town for the weekend. No one will interrupt us." I tugged her closer and leaned in for a kiss. She melted against my mouth, pressing her tits into my chest. I grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I broke our kiss, and smiled.
"No more concerns?"
Her tongue in my mouth was my answer. I carefully stepped over the flowerbeds between my house and Maggie's. Kelly was wrapped tight around me, her legs a vice around my middle.
She bounced as I walked up the steps to Maggie's deck. Her hot center rubbed my erection and I moaned.
"Do I feel good, baby?" she asked.
"You feel so good. And you're going to feel even better when you're naked in the shower."
"I can't believe we're going to skinny dip in your neighbor's shower." She giggled and this time the rubbing wasn't from her bouncing.
"I think skinny dipping is only when you're swimming. Trust me, we're not going to be swimming in there."
"Not even the breast stroke?" She giggled again.
"Well, now that you mention it." I reached up and brushed my hand across her nipples, which hardened and perked under her shirt. I pinched one peak and her breath hitched. It was so hot the way she responded to my touch.
I tapped her leg with my left hand and she released her grip so I could slide her down my body, making sure she felt the full affect she had on me.
After opening the door to the shower, I turned on the hot water to let it warm up. When I faced her, Kelly was already tugging off her shoes and jeans.
"Eager much?" I teased, taking in the view of her long, bare legs.
She pointed at the noticeable bulge in my jeans. "I'm not the only one who looks eager. And I don't want to be waiting around naked out here in the open."
She emphasized these last words by pulling her shirt over her head. Her breasts looked amazing in her purple bra. They'd look even more amazing out of it.
As if she read my mind, she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. I stopped her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Don't take away all my fun." I pretended to pout as I swiftly unhooked her bra with one hand and pulled it off. Her small breasts bounced slightly as they were freed from their confined space. Gorgeous.
Kelly wasn't shy. At all. She hadn't been in high school, and she wasn't now. I still couldn't believe my teenage crush stood in front of me. Naked. She quirked an eyebrow at me while I stared at her in the dusky light.
"Hello? How are you going to fuck me if you're fully clothed?"
"I'm getting there, babe. Don't rush me." I reached out and squeezed her breasts, bending to lick one nipple before giving it a light nip with my teeth. She thrust her chest closer in response to my mouth, clearly liking the attention I was happy to give her.
I felt her hands at the button of my jeans as she quickly undid my fly before shoving the jeans open. Her hand was cool as it wrapped around my cock, making every teenage back of the car fantasy come true.
"Commando?"
"Figured why bother with you around. They'd just get tossed on a lamp or the floor again." I began unbuttoning my flannel shirt, only to have her hand stop me.
"Don't take away all my fun." She slowly eased each button through its hole, leaving a trail of kisses down my chest as she moved further and further south to where her other hand was stroking me.
"If you don't want anyone to see us, we better get in the shower." I stepped back into the enclosure and she followed, her hand still attached with a firm grip.
I moaned when the hot water hit me. Tipping my head back and closing my eyes, I let the water ru
n over my head, down my face and chest. When I opened my eyes, Kelly was staring at my body.
"Like what you see?" I flexed my pecs to catch her attention.
She gave my cock a tug, and answered, "Like what I see and feel. Now move over and quit hogging the water."
I laughed, and stepped out of her way, watching as the water trailed down her body, before disappearing between her legs. I stepped behind her and pressed my body against her back. Reaching up, I grabbed her breasts and she tilted her head back to kiss me. My hips ground my erection into her lower back, just above the swell of her ass. Following the trails of water, I skimmed my hands lower. She spread her feet, widening the space between her legs for me as her arms wrapped around my neck. Her body echoed the movement of my thrusts.
Never losing contact with my mouth, she turned to face me. Hitching her leg, I wrapped her calf around my thigh, giving me access to more of her.
While my fingers explored her center, she tilted her head back under the water and I followed her. Water poured between us as we kissed, surrounded by the cool night air and the steam from the shower.
I could feel her body tensing and realizing she was close, I broke away from her lips and kneeled before her. Gently pushing her to lean against the shower wall, I kissed her thigh. Realizing where I was headed, Kelly placed her hand on my shoulder as I lifted her leg over my other one.
Water dripped from my soaked hair as I skimmed my beard up her inner thigh. The only sounds were of the spray of water hitting the teak decking and her increasingly loud moans. If she wasn't quiet, someone on the beach could easily hear us.
"Babe, you've got to keep quiet if you don't want an audience," I said, breaking away from her skin.
Kelly nodded and bit her knuckle when I returned to my business. I couldn't tell what was her own wetness and what was water as I licked, teased and nipped her. When she pulled my hair and ground her hips into my face, I added a finger, then two, finding that spot inside that made her clench and purr.
Her nails dug into my scalp and her leg tensed around my shoulder as I brought her to climax. God, I loved making a woman come.
Sitting back on my heels, I wiped my beard and pushed my hair back off my forehead before looking up into Kelly's dazed eyes.
"Come here," she whispered, reaching for my arm.
I did a quick rinse under the water before she spun me and pushed me against the wall. Her tongue found its way back into my mouth and her hands were everywhere at once—on my ass, my chest, my back and where I needed the most attention, my cock.
"Condom," I moaned, feeling myself getting harder in her hand.
"Where?"
"Back pocket," I replied as she reached under the door for my jeans. Tearing the packet with her teeth, she grinned at me.
Pushing her against the wall, I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around me again. With one fluid movement, I was inside her. With slow and steady thrusts, I fucked her against the wall as the water began to cool.
Biting my ear, she whispered, "You feel amazing, John. So fucking amazing."
Those words and the feel of her in my arms, her tits pressed against my chest and her ankles crossed behind my back, I was close to exploding. I swiveled my hips, needing to be as deep as possible. I could feel my orgasm moving down my spine as my movements became erratic.
"Fuck," I said with one final thrust, kissing her shoulder and neck to stifle the desire to shout.
Slowly coming down, I put her feet on the ground and braced my arms on the shower wall as my head swam from the force of my orgasm.
"Fuck. That was amazing," I said, stroking her face.
"You're amazing, baby," she said and turned off the now tepid shower.
Swallowing deep mouthfuls of air to calm my racing pulse, I got my bearings. I just had sex in Maggie's outdoor shower, but not with Maggie.
And I forgot to bring towels.
TAKE THE CAKE AND RUN
A WINGMEN SHORT
Introduction
Originally published in the LOL Anthology with a "cake" theme, I knew I had to throw John Day, our strong and quiet lumberjack, into the midst of wedding planning shenanigans. The image of him in the pink bakery still makes me laugh.
Wedding planning.
Two words that strike fear in a six-foot-four alpha male.
Join John Day and his fiancé Diane in this laugh out loud Rom-Com short featuring everyone's favorite bearded hero, an over-the-top pink bakery, and things involving frosting you wouldn't want your future in-laws to know about.
Take the Cake and Run takes place chronologically after Ready to Fall and at the beginning of Confessions of a Reformed Tom Cat.
Chapter 1
“You make the next shot, and I’ll do it.”
There was no way Diane would be able to get her last stripe around the eight ball and into the corner pocket.
Donnely scoffed from his perch on a nearby bar stool. “Diane, you’ve got this. I’d be happy to steady your hips while you take your shot, you know if you have to lean over the table or anything.”
“Back off, D,” I growled at him.
“We have a deal?” Diane asked, raising her eyebrow as she slowly bent from the waist over the pool table.
From my vantage point, I could see straight down her top to her pink bra. Donnely slowly strolled over to my side of the table, chalking up the end of his cue. Knowing full well what he was doing, I blocked his view with my body and gave him a dirty look. He tried to look innocent, but his swallowed-the-canary smile revealed his true thoughts.
His dimple didn’t work on me the way it worked with women. I scowled at him.
“Take the shot, love.” I crossed my arms and tightened my biceps, hoping to distract her. I knew she had a thing for my arms after the push-ups incident last year. This bet required playing dirty.
She winked at me and struck the cue ball, sending it into the far side of the table where it softly banked, slipped by the eight ball, and nudged her ball into the pocket before coming to rest on the edge of the green felt. If I were a cheating man, I would’ve blown on the ball to tip it into the pocket—it was that close to scratching.
“Damn.” Donnely exhaled a long breath in a whistle and slapped my shoulder. “You need to learn not to bet against your woman, Day.”
My shoulder hit his and he dropped the blue cube of chalk on the floor.
“Hey—” he said as he bent to find the cube.
I took the opportunity to saunter over to Diane. Slow, steady, with my gaze never wavering, my pace resembled a lion stalking its prey. Or maybe a panther.
Diane’s smile faltered and a glimmer of fear creased her brow before she dashed around the table.
“John Day! A bet is a bet. You’re not going back on your word, are you?”
When I caught up with her, my height towered over her smaller frame as I attempted to appear intimidating.
She stepped back and poked me in the chest with her index finger. “Stop with your big, bad lumberjack act.”
Moving closer, I grabbed her finger and raised it to my lips to kiss the tip. Her lashes fluttered. I knew I had her. “Now, when have I ever given you reason to doubt me?” I gave her my crooked grin and then bit the corner of my mouth. I wanted to bite something else and she knew it.
With a quick tug, she pulled her finger from my grasp and crossed her arms. Wrong move if she wanted me to focus on what she was saying.
Pink bra was my favorite and not because of the color. Her full boobs looked amazing peeking out from her plaid shirt. I wondered how strong those buttons were and how hard I’d have to bite to rip them off with my teeth. Thoughts of bending her over the pool table flickered through my mind. If only Donnely and Olaf weren’t here. Maybe O would let me lock up the bar tonight.
Donnely’s cough snapped me out of my thoughts about thread strength and pool table height. My eyes focused and I realized I was staring at Diane’s chest while the two of them stared at me. Well, Donn
ely kept sneaking glances at the same spot that held my attention.
“Dude, show your fiancé some respect. Eyes above the collar, Day.”
I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face. “Don’t you have a date or some other place else to be right now?”
He tilted his head and glanced at the clock above the bar. “Nah. It’s Thursday. We always play pool on Thursdays at the Dog House.”
Something about his answer and the way he frowned at the clock told me there was more to his night, but there was no way I would push him.
Tom and I were friends, not sisters.
One awkward conversation about dating and women outside this very bar last year was enough to last us for a while. Or forever.
The object of that conversation stepped closer to me and wrapped her arms around my hips. I tugged her in close with one arm and placed my pool cue on the table.
Softly, so only she could hear, I whispered near the top of her head, “You know I’ll do anything you want, but don’t ruin my manly man image in front of the guys.”
Her arms tightened around me and she leaned back. “I think it was Donnely who first proclaimed you whipped. Not news to him.”
“Yeah, but Olaf still thinks I’m a real ladies' man.” I nodded my head in the direction of the bartender, who was carefully counting out the cash drawer. The old salt was going deaf so I hadn’t bothered lowering my voice.
“No, I don’t. You’re about as smitten as a man can be and still pee standing up,” Olaf scoffed without turning around.
D snorted into the dregs of his pint glass.
“Laugh all you want Donnely. You’ll be next.” I glowered at him and he stopped.
Confirmed bachelor and nicknamed Tom Cat, Donnely falling in love was as about as likely as a King salmon jumping on your line, but not as improbable as a lumberjack wearing women’s underwear. Tom’s definition of dating meant breakfast the morning after and maybe a repeat or two if he really enjoyed himself.
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