Zauran
Page 21
He gives me a lazy half smile, “So I know the creep didn't follow you home.”
Gripping my hand, he depresses the remote, opens my door for me, and ushers me into the vehicle with an insistent hand at the small of my back.
G-O-D!
He is loaded with magic hands. I don't think I have the strength to drive now. Just put me in your pocket and take me home. I'll be a good little slave, I promise.
The door slams shut with finality, instilling the urgency I've injected him with. He taps the roof, telling me to get the hell home with a single rap of knuckles on my tin can.
Starting the car, I press down the window. “Thanks!”
His smile is cordial, his sharp gaze never leaving mine until I look forward and push it into first gear with a shaky arm.
Easing my numb leg off the clutch, I dare a last look at him, trying to drink in as much as possible without being obvious. My breathing is all over the show, like I'm having a panic attack.
Maneuvering past the car in front, I dart my surreptitious reconnaissance over him, flashing back up to have cardiac arrest when my eyes meet his. It's smoldering. I bet he brands every woman he looks at, just with the heat in those eyes.
Gulping, still holding my breath, I force a mad-dash smile, and press the accelerator.
God, get me out of here before I lose the will to breathe on my own.
Turning the corner, I just see him running out of the store. Halting on the top steps, his eyes narrowed, his body rigid, lips purse while his sandy hair gusts in the breeze.
He saw me! Shit!
Then his eyes slip across to Dustin, then back at me.
Mr Obsession is furious.
I wonder how much a gun costs?
~Teaser from book 2~
Erra More & the Sibitti
(an erotic romance by Poppet)
We're on a different road, twilight closing in fast, breathing darkness and anticipation into us as I stare at the collection of Hogs and Ninjas.
One man waits on a Hog, saluting me with two fingers, firing his baby up, and Hel gets on his bike behind him.
Charlie catches my hand, hooking my legs and hoisting me onto his back, running for his bike. They're all running!
Oh god! This is a race.
It's frenetic, bikes revving, growling, wheels spinning, rubber burning, when Hel gets up, ahead of the pack, turning around on her seat, standing on it and resting her cute ass on the stranger's shoulders.
Raising her arms, she holds a white bra in each hand, twirling them, “Knights, are ya'll ready?!”
Her answer is a loud roar of revs. With my arms around Charlie, I can feel his body coiled with tension.
Sven has Iris with him tonight. That bad boy sure does get around.
Karl draws up next to us, punching Charlie's shoulder. Kay sidles up on the other side, so close I can feel his thigh, and he reaches out, touching my hair, making his bike spit at Charlie with an angry rattle.
Charlie passes the punch on, into Kay. And it dominoes through them, shoulders hammered, facing forward in unison, thunder rolling up behind us like a beast gaining ground.
The bras light up with fire, and they all burst forward, the night growling with the gear changes of six bikes fleeing into the fading light, trying to catch the next dawn.
Booms resound all around us, the sky lighting up with guns pounding. It's a twelve gun salute from up high as Hel's angels embrace the night.
Laughing, I can't believe I didn't see that before. These are Hel's angels.
Hel waves, balancing on the back of mystery boy's saddle, waving for me to get up behind Charlie. Her hair is streaming out behind her, and she's yelling for me to stand.
Looking right, I see Iris standing up behind Sven, her hair snapping behind her. Flicking my disbelief back to Hel, she unzips her jacket, wrapping her legs over Mystery's shoulders, as if she's going to sit on them.
This is like pool fighting, on fucking motorbikes!
They're MAD!
Mr Mystery takes her jacket, stuffing it god knows where in front of him, while Karl roars past him, giving him the middle finger salute.
Charlie bellows a roar with Karl as we surge ahead with him, And I'm trying to unhook my now jello legs from gripping onto Charlie's, to get up on the saddle.
Oh my god!
Getting one leg bent under me, his hand appears over his shoulder for me to hold onto. Gripping it heart and soul, I get my other leg up, precariously straightening my legs, locking my knees, while the wind sandblasts me, stinging my eyes.
“Woohoooooooo!” screams in stereo from both sides of me, from the wildcats.
Charlie guides me. I can tell he's done this thousands of times, letting go of the bars completely, getting my legs around his shoulders, hooking my knees under his arms, before leaning forward again and screaming the bike ahead of the pack to show me off.
I'm afraid to look behind me, the asphalt is blurring past at a horrific speed, and I'm worried I'll get dizzy if I look.
Sven pitches forward, roaring, flipping the bird, with Iris sitting against his back as if she's out for sundowner cosmopolitans on a deck in Bali.
Unzipping my jacket, it takes all my strength to wrestle it from the wind bitching at me like I stole her boyfriend.
Leaning down, his soft hair in my cleavage, I give it to him to hook under his thigh, finally looking at my bad influences.
Oh-my-god!
Sven roars with laughter when he sees my face, blaring the horn on his bike to announce it to everyone to look, and in perfect synchronization the men bellow into the wind, louder than the thunder chasing us.
~Teaser from Book 3~
Shar
(an erotic romance by Poppet)
A man appears at the other end of the entrance hall, and I'm stunned silent.
Holy smoke! There's two of them!
“What are you doing here?” speaks from behind me.
Turning, I notice Shar is scowling worse than me, his blue eyes turned to flat ice picks.
Snapping my gaze back to the new guy, I survey him. They're identical, except for the length of their hair and color of their eyes.
“I popped in to tell you some news. But you have company, so I'll just go,” the new guy says.
Hmmm, he has the same deep voiced sexy baritone that literally caresses up and down your legs like a velvet hand.
Shar steps into view, “Tammy, this is my brother, Erra. Erra, Tammy.”
He looks pissed.
Erra smiles, walking toward me, extending his hand.
“How wonderful to meet you,” he says, clasping my hand and kissing it no less!
His onyx eyes swivel their attention to Shar, and I get the feeling I've missed something. Like he's been expecting me.
“Twins?” I ask, just to make sure.
Some brothers look identical even though they're not twins.
“Yup,” grumbles Shar, opening the front door again and literally insisting with his facial expression that his brother leaves.
Erra continues to hold my hand, it's warm and inviting.
Staring into my eyes again, he whispers 'interesting', before releasing my hand in a reluctant manner and grinning at Shar.
Slapping his shoulder, Erra moves to the door, “I'll call in the morning. And you'd better answer, not that degenerate bitch you have working for you.”
Hello?
Watching him walk away, I'm getting a pretty good idea of the build Shar has hidden under his shirt. Erra's wearing a tight black shirt that clings to wide shoulders and muscled arms. You don't see men built like that everyday.
Glancing at Shar, I wonder why he left his shirt untucked, hiding so much under long loose sleeves, when to dress like his brother would have put him center stage at Sally's gathering.
Wow, Erra's legs are really long - and elegant.
Smiling, I turn back to face the entrance hall when Shar closes the door.
Surreptitiously watching him f
rom the corner of my eye, I spy the same muscles in his thighs pressing against jeans.
It must be so cool being tall like that.
“Right, let's get that coffee,” he says, pulling the band out of his hair and stalking away in long strides.
His hair is marginally shorter than Erra's, falling almost to the bottom of his neck in a long bob, but just as glossy and silky.
He pauses, turning back to look at me, and I snatch my gaze off his legs and smile automatically to cover up my perving.
Grumpy features watch me, “You coming? Or do you want to hang in the living room?”
Take your bad attitude and shove it up your ass.