by Claire Angel
“You have to tell them that their son is dead. By perpetrating this ruse, you have left them in limbo. The one thing I don’t understand is how you were able to fool them. Your face might’ve been different, but your voice is still the same.” It was a wicked web of lies and misdirection.
“I couldn’t speak when I came out of the coma. I survived but I shouldn’t have. I heard the doctors say that it was touch and go for a while. I went through several different surgeries to rebuild my face with painful skin grafts. His mother was at my side and I finally couldn’t take the love I saw in her eyes. I left under the cover of darkness.” They never heard him speak one word the entire time that he was in the hospital.
“Tell me the rest of the story.” It was a story better left to the soap operas on afternoon television.
“I sent them a letter and told them that I was fine but I was going to need time. I called my parents and declared my intentions about going to medical school in New York. I send them postcards every month and call them every Sunday from a burner phone.” I took his hands away from his face and wiped the tears from his eyes with my thumb.
“I don’t feel any different about you. I want you to come with me to the hot tub. The first thing I need to know is your real name. I can’t keep calling you something that you’re not.” I released my naked body from the colorful sarong around my neck.
It floated aimlessly to the floor. I got up and took his hand to guide him with a soothing touch to the oasis of the bubbles. Once he was settled, I climbed into his lap with his heated shaft rubbing me the right way.
“My name is William Harvey. My friends and family call me Will.” I put his hands on the glistening shine of my breasts and let him feel the way they poked into the palm of his hand.
“It’s my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Will. I don’t want you to think that your sacrifice was in vain. You gave his parents five years of living in blissful ignorance. I’m not sure it’s fair that you should pull the rug out from underneath them.” He had his hands behind me and I could feel his fingernails scratching my back like a cat does with a scratching post.
“I shouldn’t have this kind of happiness. I feel numb all the time, but you changed all that.” I was giving him a lap dance with my bald mound and slick lips sliding along his shaft.
The bubbling water hid what I was doing, but the position was making it quite obvious. My lips were already soaking wet and begging for the insertion of something more than my finger. I let the head feel the warm lips of invitation draw him to the conclusion that I was ready to consummate our relationship.
Will had done the honorable thing by sacrificing his identity to give Reed’s parents some peace of mind. It wasn’t the answer and the longer it went the worst that it was going to be when it was finally revealed.
I was using his masculine stalk to tantalize the nerve endings on the outside of my hole. His huge knob was about to instruct my body on how to take it. He grabbed my hips and lifted me suspended over the top of him in a compromising position. He lowered me gently and my natural lubrication slathered the head to make entry more accessible.
My mouth was open the entire time I was sliding down his pole of persuasion. I settled nicely in place with his healthy specimen buried deep.
“This is what I was talking about. Sex is one thing, but what we have is something else. I’ve tried to keep people at a distance when they got too close. I couldn’t with you. I can’t begin to know what you feel about me. What you are doing certainly does give me ideas about a future.” He was slowly fucking me using my body as an explicit and dirty version of a pogo stick bouncing up and down.
“I had to take you out for a spin to see how you handled during a bumpy ride.” His body was a work of art to be admired from afar.
The splashing every time I came down on top of him went over the side of the hot tub. I stifled my moans by biting his tongue, kissing with this fever that I couldn’t bring down and didn’t want to.
“I’m like the energizer bunny. What you’re feeling is a sports car model with the muscle car engine underneath.” I was holding on by a thread and knew that my sexual sanity was going to snap.
I was Raggedy Ann and he was pulling my strings like a true puppet master. I was captured in the wake of my orgasm with the North Star above guiding me. We both made a collective gasp when my inner muscles strangled the invading force inside me. I came hot and heavy drowning the link of sausage buried deep.
My thighs were literally quivering with my mouth thirsty for his. We passionately made out like lovesick teenagers with me holding still and him doing the work. I didn’t have the energy, but he had more than enough in reserve for the both of us. He was rising to the challenge with my lips forming a tight seal around him.
With careful deliberation, I released him from the clutches of my sex. I didn’t make it any further than bending over the side of the hot tub. He drew me back and fed me the length of pipe between his legs. I moaned with my eyes wide open to those strolling by getting more than they bargained for.
“I can’t blame you for wanting to get off. I’m glad you pursued. Fucking you has become something I want to do more than once. I don’t want to fight you when it’s so much more fun to give in.” He wrapped his hands around me with his hips thrusting between my legs.
The friction of his momentum was feeling the tight enclosure of my walls. I wasn’t going to evict him from his current location without draining every drop from his balls. The gift he was going to give me was going to be planted with his flag held in my trembling depths.
“The view from behind with your hair flowing down your back is doing something for me. You have me all turned around. This world is pulling me into the quicksand of my lies. I don’t know any easy way out.” I only had one life and his cock had become something I didn’t want to do without.
“Will… Will… Will…” I wanted him to hear his name slipping freely from my lips in the throes of passion.
“I’ve never heard anything more inspiring in my life. You do me the honor of saying my name. I love the way that you take me in your grasp and never let go. The lips flutter every time I pull out and draw back in when I thrust the hard heat between your legs.” I only met him in the morning and in these 12-hours I had found a passionate man fighting his past.
“Come on… you can do better than that. You’re not going to get away from me until you explode. You’ve always had my number. I want to feel the fire burning out of control.” I had paid my dues by being with guys who turned out to be the worst decision of my life.
The way that he was fucking me was amplified by my voice ringing out in the night air. I was already on number three. He was a mindless drone of sexual delights that left me a shell of what I once was. I was gripping the side of the hot tub and then he was spinning me to face him with my legs around his waist.
“I hope you haven’t had enough. I just got my second wind and I know exactly what I want to do with it.” I had my head backward with the blood rushing to the top of my head.
I was upstaged by his performance. There was nothing fair about how he could play my body like a musical instrument. The melody of my cry of pleasure was rewarded with fanfare and adulation from the crowd that was forming.
I was upside down looking at the world from a new perspective. My upturned nipples were both in his mouth. He continued to ply me with his sexual stamina. It was a never-ending display of how he felt about me. I could feel that he was about to blow the engine in his masculine sports car.
I gripped him and turned the heat up with yet another orgasm. He pulled out in the middle with his angry knob barely able to keep the flood from bursting through the dam. I slid down and felt empowered by the crowd to show them how dirty I could be. The taste sensation of my juices glued to his shaft was made even better by the sweet fire burning from the tip of his organ.
People were clapping, but they were soon departing with their own cries of passion to mingle wi
th those we had already done. He carried my limp and lifeless body to the bed inside. This wasn’t over by a long shot.
In the morning, we opened up our eyes to find my friends standing with their arms crossed at the foot of the bed. They weren’t really angry. I was half covered by a sheet with the rest of my body exposed. Will showed that chivalry wasn’t dead by tucking the sheet up underneath my neck.
We went to breakfast with them and while they were filling their plates we had a long overdue discussion. He went to the lobby and didn’t come back for almost an hour.
I could immediately see the weight of the world was off his shoulders. He sat down with a sigh of defeat.
“I have a flight out in the morning. They want to see me in person. I feel I owe them at least that. I need to make a pit stop on the way to the Airport tomorrow. My parents deserve to hear it from me before they hear it from somebody else. You gave me the courage to do this. I can’t expect you to follow me.” I took his hand and let him know without saying one word his journey was for the both of us to take.
I told my friends what was happening and they were understandably skeptical. They didn’t want me to get caught up in his drama. I explained it was something I had to do and they gave me their blessing.
We enjoyed the rest of the day sitting in the sun and then going back to the room to continue what we were doing last night. Toga night was a big hit. I couldn’t wait to tear off the sheet and jump his bones after the music ended in the disco.
The next day we were on our way outside the walls of paradise for how reality was going to slap us in the face. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew he was strong enough to handle just about anything. The past was no longer going to haunt him with a future bright enough for both of us to wear shades.
RUNNING HOT
SISTER’S BEST FRIEND ROMANCE
BY
CLAIRE ANGEL
BLURB:
I wasn’t like other girls. He didn’t even know I existed.
Nothing was ever the same. One mistake and I couldn’t live it down.
His body was imprinted on my mind. It was hard to get to sleep.
Working on cars is my passion. My world is about to crash into his.
I can’t say anything. The fever to be with him is strong.
Being alone with him is a mistake. It’s a mistake I want to make.
Demetrious is a Greek god. I want to climb his mountain.
She didn’t know. I couldn’t tell her. She was my sister’s best friend.
Angela was like family. It was wrong to undress her with my eyes.
How can I ask her for help? Somebody on my crew is sabotaging my success.
She would know what to look for. It’s an excuse to be near her.
I want to feel her body succumb. I know it would be explosive.
How can I betray my sister?
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Chapter 1
Angela
My fingers were covered in grease with streaks of it down my face. Working on cars wasn’t exactly ladylike. It was my passion and something I shared with my father before he died. My best friend was appalled by my extracurricular activities. Shelley was always trying to make me more presentable to the opposite sex.
“Everything you are saying to me is in a foreign language. I depend on the kindness of men to help me. Cars are in your wheelhouse. I know you need the money. Living here can’t be easy with the bills piling up.” She was the only one who knew of my financial hardships.
The bank was breathing down my neck for the past year mortgage payments. I had no idea my father was phoning it in. There were just so many times somebody could hear the check was in the mail.
“Changing your oil doesn’t exactly put a dent in what I owe. I could sell the place, but the very idea makes me feel like I’m dying a little inside.” The place had priceless memories and to lose it would’ve been like losing a piece of my soul.
The candy red Mustang had been given to her by her father on your graduation. That was 10 years ago. I was primarily responsible for the upkeep and maintenance. It was a pleasure to hear the engine purr after I was done with it.
“Angela, I want you to come over to dinner. The folks are away on an extended vacation. I need a buffer between myself and Demetrius. You have no idea what kind of mood he has been in lately. I didn’t tell you, but his latest adventure is in racing cars. He’s already causing some big waves with endorsement deals.” Demetrius was the one name I didn’t want to hear.
The embarrassment was still fresh even after only two years. We had sworn each other to secrecy. Seeing him coming out of the shower was an eye-opening experience. He was five years older and the droplets of water on his body accentuated those muscles.
“I have a lot to do around here. My father left a lot of projects unfinished. I can’t hire a handyman with limited funds.” I was trying to get out of going to dinner and staring at a body I had fantasized about.
“I’m not taking no for an answer this time. All of this will be here after you get something to eat.” The garage was littered with old paint cans and pieces of wood in various shapes and sizes.
“You have to get along with your brother. Sometimes it takes a bigger person to stand back with an unbiased view of the situation. It would be nice to talk to him about cars. None of the guys I have dated in the past have had any interest in what I do underneath the hood.” Sports were a common theme over dinner.
“We’ve always been at odds trying to impress our parents. Competition is something we thrive on. It gives me a thrill to beat him on the basketball court. Games have always been something of a contention between us. I know something is bothering him. You might be the only one he will open up to.” I could think of a lot of other things I could be doing with him other than talking.
My coveralls were holding in my obvious attributes. Without them, I was practically busting out all over the place. It did give me some unwanted attention in school.
I never was the academic type. The garage my father owned was barely above water. I had some feelers out to see about selling the business. I had to find something more lucrative.
“I will do what I can, but I’m not going to promise anything.” Demetrius was a blond hard bodied young man in the prime of his life.
Seeing him in the buff had given me the unique insight to see him in my mind’s eye whenever I wanted to. Measuring him against all others had made for some fleeting moments. Those guys had no idea the bar was set high. How could they possibly expect to exceed my expectations?
“I’ve been in the same room with the both of you. It’s like I’m not even there. I’m not complaining. It’s nice to see him smile from time to time. It’s been too long since you have been over. I know you’ve had other pressing matters to deal with. I can’t imagine what you have gone through dealing with your father’s illness.” He slowly declined, and I was there every step of the way until the end.
I slid from underneath the hood on the dolly. I felt it necessary to hide what God blessed me with. I was pretty much a tomboy wearing baggy sweaters and tight fitting blue jeans.
“It was a trying time, but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world. We had long conversations and enjoyed the time he had left. Thankfully, the pain was manageable, but the drugs were very expensive. I worked tirelessly day and night burning the candle at both ends to make ends meet.” It was a relief to see him find his peace.
“I know the grief is still fresh. Two months isn’t nearly enough to get over something like that. You have to surround yourself with friends.” My blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail.
My metabolism was running hot all the time. I could eat practically anything I wanted and not gain an ounce. I didn’t have to exercise, but I did jog to keep myself toned in all the right places. I had to smile at how the guys were trying to be subtle about looking at me and licking their lips.
Their eyes were focused on my curves in a 5’5 and 135-pound pack
age. I was like a human lie detector. There wasn’t anything a guy could say to get into my pants that had any sincerity. They were after one thing. I couldn’t blame them. I had the same affliction when it came to undressing them with my eyes.
“These last couple of months proved to me that we only get one life to live. I have to start living for today and not tomorrow. I know the universe will provide.” I did meditate and it helped me to persevere during any trial.
I washed my hands in soap and water watching the dirt and grease swirl down the drain. There was a small mirror in front of me. The reflection was of a woman who didn’t care about her appearance. It was the furthest thing from the truth.
“I’ve been trying out a new recipe. You and my brother are going to be my Guinea pigs. I need something extraordinary to put on the menu at my restaurant.” Her flaming red hair was matched by her temperament.
Her red hair was out of a bottle.
Throwing fits and dishes had become a mainstay in her restaurant. It was all part of the show. It brought droves of people to see her Greek temper. Their heritage was steeped in family traditions dating back from one generation to the next. A Greek god had nothing over Demetrius.
“I knew there had to be a reason why you wanted me to come over. This is your way of killing two birds with one stone.” Their parents were jet-setting philanthropists saving the world one displaced child at a time.
