Love in the City (The Complete Collection Boxed Set)

by Liv Morris

  “No holds barred sex is what the doctor ordered.” I panted as his fingers slipped inside my panties. “Please don’t stop.”

  His thumb found my clit and pressed against me, then began moving in a torturous circle. I was so close to coming and we’d only just begun to make love.

  “Too many clothes.” He stretched out beside me on the bed and kissed me on the lips as his hand reached behind me and gently pulled the zipper of my dress down. Once it was unzipped, he rose on his knees next to me and slipped the dress down my arms. My black, lace bra was exposed, rising and falling with my rapid breaths.

  “Beautiful.”

  His hands possessed me as they covered my breasts. My nipples became hard and ached for his touch. His fingers began to pinch and pull them like he did on the plane earlier. I could hardly control myself.

  “God, Bradley. I feel like I could come with just this.”

  “Not yet.” His voice was raspy with need too. “I’ve just started to have fun with you.”

  Holy crap. Just started? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a real non-battery operated orgasm. It might have been years. Joe had never given a shit about my needs once we were married.

  “It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this. I don’t think I can hold out long.”

  But something told me that he was going to take me to the edge and pull back, over and over again. Sweet torture was on the menu today.

  His hands slid behind me and unhooked my bra. My arms were quickly freed and he threw my bra onto the floor.

  “Love black lace, but I love these even more.” His lips were kissing around my nipples. I felt his tongue licking. Teasing me. Driving me wild. I took his head in my hands, weaved my fingers through his hair and pushed him into my breast demanding more.

  “Greedy little thing aren’t you?”

  My body cried out as he answered my want with his teeth rubbing across a nipple. The feeling sent heat through me down to my sex. I wanted him. I wanted more. I was an aching mess of want.

  He continued to suck on my nipples as I felt him removing my dress. Bradley was a good multitasker as my dress found its place beside my bra on the floor. Now the only barrier between us was my panties. But I cringed when I thought of how large my belly was right now.

  “Bradley, I hope my big, fat tummy isn’t a turn off. I would…”

  “Hush, right now. Not another word or thought. You’re sexy and beautiful. Lay back and let me show you.”

  My panties joined their fellow brethren on the floor. And my eyes meet Bradley’s. I wanted to see if he was being truthful when he saw me fully nude. His eyes were dark and full of desire. So I had to believe that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. His head dipped lower as I watched him.

  His lips landed on the top of my thighs and his hands pulled my rear to the edge of the bed. I couldn’t really see what he was doing, but I had a pretty good idea what was next and he didn’t disappoint either.

  Fingers ran up my inner thighs as his hands pressed my legs open as far as they could possibly go. Then I felt his tongue. Oh, God, his glorious tongue was inside me. Flicking over me. I was so close and had to ball the sheets up in my hands to keep from screaming like a banshee.

  When he placed his fingers inside of me and twisted them around toward the front, I felt my orgasm getting even closer. He’d brought me to the edge and my legs began to shake. Oh damn, it was going to be an epic one. I hoped I didn’t pass out, as I was feeling so lightheaded.

  His tongue left my clit and I heard him speaking to me. Telling me to let go and come. His tongue returned to find me again, but this time it was joined with his lips. Those sweet lips began to suck on me and sent me falling. The pleasure was almost too much to handle. My screams were likely loud enough to get security called. I’d never had an orgasm like this. It went on forever as he twisted his fingers around inside of me and flicked my clit with his tongue.

  Finally, my orgasm subsided, and truthfully, I was spent. I felt limp, lifeless. It was like every tense muscle in my body became shaky Jell-O.

  “Jeez,” I found myself giggling. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”

  “That’s just a start.” I felt Bradley’s fingers playing with me once again. Teasing. I was so sensitive where he lightly touched me and knew it wouldn’t take much to get me worked up again. I’m not sure where he learned to make love like this, but he definitely had learned a few things in the fourteen years we’d been apart.

  But I didn’t want it to be all about me. He needed this as much as I did. He confessed that he’d not been with anyone in a year. Well, that drought was ending tonight dammit.

  “It’s your turn now.” A quizzical look came from his eyes, wondering what I meant most likely. “Lie down.”

  He hesitated and I had to get stern and bossy. “Now, mister. I have plans for you too.”

  Gone was any self-consciousness on my part. I moved over his body completely nude. After all he’d just had me in his mouth, there was no need for modestly at this point.

  I started with his dress shirt. Button by button I worked away, licking my lips and stopping a few times to kiss his newly exposed chest and abs. Hard and toned, I felt his muscles flexing under my lip’s touch. He seemed to really like that, but I had other ideas for my lips. I had a feeling he’d like that plan too.

  Once unbuttoned, I pushed the shirt off of him. Then I removed his socks and pants as he helped.

  Now he was down to his boxer briefs. My beautiful man. He appeared fully ready for me too, filled out in all the right places, not a love handle in sight either. Carved well and defined.

  I’d seen him before, made love to him countless times as a teen even. Granted it was years ago and he was a man now, but tonight there was something totally different between us. All the past memories didn’t seem to count. They’d faded and felt like a lifetime ago. We were truly having a new beginning.

  My fingers found the waistline of his briefs and I heard him gasp as I felt under the elastic, stretching them and pulling them down and over his erection. My tongue licked the length him, making him twitch. He was perfect. Tall, muscles, and all man. I could hardly stop staring at his perfection.

  His hands laced through my hair and subtly guided me back to his erection. I licked and sucked. Listened to his moans. They were telling me that he liked what I was doing.

  “Damn. I’m too close.” He pulled my head away from him. I looked up at him confused. I didn’t really know what he wanted me to do next. I was willing to do just about anything. Well, anything my body would let me.

  “Is it okay if you ride me?” His request was so sweet and sexy.

  “Yes. Would you like that?” His eyes were glazed and heavy with desire.

  “I want to be inside you so damn bad. I want you riding on top of me if it’s okay.”

  I gingerly straddled my legs on each side of his body as he helped to line himself up to me. One of his hands prepared me for him as his other brought his erection to me. When I felt him at my opening, I gently sank down, feeling him stretch me.

  We were completely one and it felt so empowering. I threw my head back and moaned. The feeling of him inside of me was too much and I couldn’t keep quiet if I tried. Then he started moaning too. We took a moment to adjust as my body took him in fully. Exquisite. Nothing better described the feeling of him inside of me. I began moving in a grinding motion against him.

  His fingers found my sensitive clit as I continued to work against him. Grinding away. His fingers were unrelenting. His touch was pure heaven and soon another orgasm came flying through my body leaving me spent. I wanted to collapse into Bradley’s chest, but he wasn’t there yet. My arms started to shake from fatigue as they tried to hold me up.

  “Oh, Kelly. I’ve got you.” He rose up and placed his hands under my backside. My head pressed into his chest. I felt him gently lifting, raising me up then bringing me back down. His rhythm became erratic as he d
rew close. Seconds later, his orgasm pulsed its release into me.

  Afterward, we sagged against one another trying to catch our breaths. He continued to rub my back with soft, tender caresses. But my arms were too lifeless to return the favor.

  We fell back on our pillows and eventually spooned together. He was to my back with his arm wrapped around my belly.

  “Kelly, that was unreal.” His words were barely a whisper but in the silent room I didn’t miss a single one.

  “I love you, Bradley.” I was practically asleep as I said his name. It was time to sleep for a bit and rest up for another round… We had some catching up to do.

  Epilogue: Her Arrival

  The nurse had just left my room. She’d stopped by to check up on me, take my blood pressure and see how we were faring as first-time parents. With one look around her, she knew all was well. Bradley was lightly snoring as he slept in the reclining chair. Little Sydney was lying across his chest sound asleep as she snuggled into him.

  Looking at them made my heart swell and I couldn’t help tearing up. Bradley had been there for me since the first night at the Love Handles’ get together. It was his strength that got me through some dark days. I knew that he would be there for me and little Sydney no matter what we faced. We were a family now. The Dawson’s of Dallas, Texas. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I felt like the most blessed woman in the entire world.

  Drunk and Disorderly

  by Liv Morris

  Chapter 1

  People often ask me how I met “The Infamous Andrew Cooper.” He’s rather a big deal here in Atlanta. You see, Andrew is a former NFL star and tight end for the Atlanta Falcons. The best way to describe Andrew? Chiseled, sculpted from head to toe, drop dead (or your panties) handsome and he sports a rather luscious tight end himself. Basically, he’s a rival to Michelangelo’s David. Can you hear me sighing at the comparison? Oh, another important thing I almost forgot. He’s also the man I fell desperately in hate with. Yes, hate. I’ll explain that part later.

  Who am I? Well, I’m, Amelia Montgomery. My friends call me Millie. I’m just an average girl who was raised in the Deep South. Nothing spectacular or unique about me except perhaps my freakish love for art. I’m just your normal, everyday girl next door. This little fact makes the story of how Andrew and I met even harder to believe. And to think it all began with a simple phone call one August morning…

  Somewhere in my purse, I hear my cell phone’s ring tone going off. When I finally get my hands on it and view the screen, I see a number I don’t recognize. My heart starts to race when I realize it’s an Atlanta area code. I’ve been hoping and praying for a call from there. Maybe the man upstairs isn’t too upset with me after all.

  “Hello?” I answer quickly.

  “Is this Amelia Montgomery?” an older man asks.

  “Yes, sir. This is she.” Gotta love those good old-fashioned Southern manners.

  “Good morning, Ms. Montgomery. This is Stuart Reynolds, the principal of Peachtree High School in Atlanta. I hope I’m calling at a good time.”

  Be still my thumping heart. It was the call. “Oh, this is a perfect time. I’m not doing a thing right now.”

  Hell, could I sound any more pathetic? Truth is I’m beyond desperate. Panic mode is more like it. I haven’t heard back from a single high school that I’ve applied to for a position as an art teacher. Wait, sorry, that’s not totally true. I’ve heard back from them, but they’ve all given me a big fat, NO! No, we aren’t hiring. No, we don’t want you. And last but not least, Please, no more phone calls or inquiries; we’ll call you if and when we have an opening.

  Four years of undergraduate studies and a master’s degree in education and I haven’t had even a tiny nibble. Until now.

  “Glad this is a good time.” I swear I hear a little laugh in his voice. I cringe and try to take a few deep breaths away from the phone. I didn’t want to sound like a perverted heavy breather through the receiver. “I’m calling to discuss a position that has just opened up at our high school. Our current art teacher is retiring. A very sudden thing. I guess winning the lottery will do that to you.”

  He’s really chuckling now. I like this guy, Mr. Reynolds. He’s made me relax, put me at ease, and I’m actually breathing normally again.

  “I can imagine,” I pipe in.

  “That gets me to the purpose of my call today. I would like to have you come to Atlanta for an interview as the art teacher’s replacement. Your friend, Priscilla Caldwell, has recommended you to us and it looks like we have your resume and information here too.”

  I know, I know. That name! Priscilla. Her mother is a big Elvis fan. Did I mention her middle name is Presley? Crazy, right? She’s my lifelong friend and also a biology teacher at Peachtree. And right now, she’s my favorite person on God’s green earth. Oh, by the way, no offense if your name is Priscilla.

  “I’d love to come interview for the position.” I want to start jumping around like a monkey but I manage to keep myself still. Not an easy feat for me. “And yes, you should have all my information and the most up-to-date resume too. I sent it a few weeks ago just in case an opening came up.”

  “I see you have references from your student teaching days as well as photos of your own art portfolio. You’re very talented, Ms. Montgomery.”

  “Thank you.” I feel like he can see me blushing through the phone’s connection. “Art’s my passion so that really means a lot to me.”

  “Well, your work is definitely impressive.” I can’t hold the excitement in any longer and start pumping my fist into the air. I hope I’m not celebrating too early, but I can’t imagine this conversation going any better, other than Mr. Reynolds telling me I’m starting next week. “I’d like to have you come in this Wednesday at 10 a.m. Does that time work out well with your schedule?”

  I almost said, “What schedule?” but thankfully, I held my tongue.

  “Let me check—.” I pause for a moment. I’m lying as you know, but I hate to appear too anxious. “That works out well for me. I’m really looking forward to meeting you, Mr. Reynolds.”

  “I’m looking forward to meeting you too.” Again, I swear there’s a quiet laugh behind his words. Maybe he’s just a jolly guy, but his demeanor is so different from the jaded principals I’ve met over the last few years while working as a student teacher. “Come to the front office, and my assistant, Mrs. Peterson, will give you some forms to fill out. General employment documents. Boring bureaucratic paperwork.”

  “Thanks again for calling and considering me for this position.”

  “You’re welcome, Ms. Montgomery. Have a good day and see you on Wednesday.”

  As soon as our connection ends, I pull up Priscilla’s number and call her.

  “Hey, Millie.”

  “Oh, my God! Guess who just called me?” I am officially jumping up and down now.

  “That’s an easy one, Mr. Reynolds, right?” She’s laughing at me.

  “I guess I don’t have to wonder how you knew. But, Priscilla, I can’t thank you enough.”

  “It was nothing, really. I think you have a good chance at getting this job. They’re only interviewing two people. You and another teacher from the area.” I stop dead in my tracks. Her words hit me like a punch to the gut.

  “Another teacher? Someone with experience?” I’m hoping she says no.

  “Yes, but don’t worry. I think you’re a shoe-in. Honestly, I do.” I flop myself back onto the sofa as the air is being released out of my happy balloon.

  “Well, I hate to get too excited about it, but I hope that you’re right. I really need this job. All those student loans I have freak me out.”

  “Don’t I know. When’s your interview?”

  “In two days, on Wednesday. Ten in the morning. Which is perfect. Not too early.” I can do mornings, but I should wear a sign around my neck stating, “Proceed with caution.”

  “I’m assuming you’ll drive to Atlanta tomorrow?”


  “I just got off the phone with Mr. Reynolds, but that makes sense. Do you mind if I stay at your place? I don’t think I can spring for a hotel right now.” I can’t borrow another cent from my folks, as I’ve been a leach long enough.

  “Mi casa’s your casa. You know that. I’m leaving Wednesday morning to visit my mother in Florida. She wants me to see her new place.”

  “Oh yeah, I forgot that your mother moved away from Augusta.” Priscilla and I grew up in Augusta, Georgia. Great place, but I want to live in Atlanta so badly. It’s always been my dream.

  “I’m not staying there long. I’ll be back in Atlanta on Friday. Why don’t you stay at my place until I get back? We can hang out over the weekend together. Hopefully celebrate your new job.”

  “Sounds great and thanks. Thanks for everything. I wouldn’t have this job interview if it wasn’t for you.”

  “It was no biggie. You’ll do great. I have a good feeling about this. You know the teacher who’s job your applying for won the lottery? The mother effing lottery. Seems like fate to me that this came up for you.”

  “Yeah, Mr. Reynolds told me that. I hope you’re right as I could use a big dose of fate right about now.”

  “I hear you on that one. What time were you thinking about coming in tomorrow?”

  “I’ll shoot for around noon. That will give us the whole afternoon and evening to catch up. Does that sound okay?”

  “Works for me. Can’t wait to see you.”

  “Same here. See you tomorrow.”

  Chapter 2

  So I’m skipping ahead to Wednesday morning at about 9:30 a.m., a few minutes shy of my interview time. Priscilla and I had a great time together on Tuesday. We ordered pizza from her favorite place and drank a couple beers while watching the movie, Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion, one of my personal favorites.

  It was a great girl’s night in but we ended it early. I wanted to get some sleep and look rested, not hung over for the job interview the next day, so lights were out just before eleven. The pizza put me into a carb coma, which let me turn my mind off and get a full night’s sleep.