by Sierra Rose
I moaned as Chase slipped his hand inside of my bra and rolled my nipple between his fingers. I thrust my chest towards him, urging him closer, wanting to feel the heat of his mouth on my skin. Taking the hint, he unclasped the front of my bra, then dipped his head to one nipple and then the other, driving me crazy with his tongue. As he continued to tease my nipples, one of his hands moved to my pants and within seconds, they were unzipped. His hand slid inside, brushing the outside of my panties. I made a whimpering noise and he chuckled.
“Don’t stop touching me,” I begged when his hand slowed.
“Damn, girl, you’re making my mouth water,” he whispered, pulling my pants down and away from my ankles. He then spread my legs and stared down at my lime-green and black panties. “I like these,” he whispered, slipping his fingers underneath, “but I like what’s under them even more.” Then he pulled them off and tossed them away.
“OhmyGod,” I breathed as he got down on his knees and licked his lips.
He pushed my shaky knees up and apart, then stared at me through hooded eyes. “You okay with this?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Good, because I don’t think I could stop myself now that I’m here.” Then, with a wicked grin, his tongue moved to my heat.
I closed my eyes and clutched the sheets as his tongue drove me crazy with slow, determined strokes that grew more demanding until I was over the edge and gasping, “Oh, God, yes!”
He chuckled but continued licking until I begged him to stop, wanting him inside of me now more than ever. When I finally was able to catch my breath, I stared at him hungrily, between my legs. “Chase?”
“What?”
“I need you naked and inside of me.”
His eyes darkened. “Whatever you say, beautiful.”
Sitting up, I helped him take off his T-shirt, trailing my tongue over his nipples and down his stomach, until I reached his zipper. He stared down at me as I unzipped his jeans and ran my tongue along the edge of the boxers. When I finally pulled his boxers down and took all of him into my mouth, he groaned in pleasure, then grabbed my head and held on. I stared up over his muscular chest to his eyes, which burned with lust. e grabbetline of him and he groanedis boxers, his fingers. i king me squired up."
Suddenly, he pushed me down onto the bed and moved above me. “What did you say earlier?” he whispered, positioning himself between my legs. “About me being inside of you?”
“That I needed you,” I said, feeling his tip touch my entrance. “But hold on. Wait.”
He stared down at me. “A rubber?”
I nodded.
He reached over and grabbed the wallet out of his pants. “This thing is almost at its expiration,” he said. “But it’s all I’ve got.”
“Just put it on,” I demanded, unable to wait any longer. “Now.”
As soon as the condom was on, I wrapped my legs around him and he thrust himself inside of me.
“Yes, Chase,” I moaned as he began moving his hips.
He lowered his lips to mine and I slid my hands behind his back, digging my nails into his skin. “Faster,” I whispered against his mouth.
Chase grabbed my hips and did just that. He began thrusting harder and faster and I closed my eyes reveling at the feel of his thickness inside of me. As I began to moan, he lowered his fingers to my sweet spot and began strumming until another orgasm began to build.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered, staring into my eyes, as his fingers moved faster, working me into a frenzy.
I threw my head back and cried out as another orgasm ripped through my body, sending waves of pleasure everywhere.
“That’s it, Emma,” he whispered, tightening his grip on my hips and thrusting harder. Seconds later, he gasped and stiffened up above me, finding his own release. “Jesus,” he sighed, falling against me. “That was… incredible.”
I closed my eyes and smiled. “I’d say.”
He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. “You’re incredible.”
“Even better than Kelly?”
Crap, why did I bring her up?!
He stiffened up. “What?”
I sighed. “Kelly.”
“Do you know my brother?”
I turned to face him. “What? You have a brother named Kelly?”
“He’s actually Gemma’s half-brother from her dad’s first marriage, I haven’t seen him in a few years. I’m actually meeting with him tomorrow to spot him. He’s training for one of those ‘Strong Men’ competitions, where they lift cars and crazy shit like that. He wants me to spot him at the gym and then I’m going to show him some Yoga moves I learned from my own personal trainer.”
“Really?”
“Oh, I suppose you heard me talking to Kelly earlier… is that why you were acting strange?”
I smiled sheepishly. “Uh, yeah. You could say that.”
He tightened his grip around me. “Believe me, there’s nobody else in my life right now.”
“I’m sorry. I should have asked you about Kelly earlier.”
He tipped my chin until I was looking into his eyes. “Talk to me next time. Tell me what’s on your mind. I know we don’t know each other very well, but I am certainly not trying to hide anything, nor do I date more than one woman at a time.”
“Good to know.”
“So… I have a question for you…. would you like to go for that swim and watch the fireworks or…”
“Or what?”
He grinned. “We could stay inside and I’ll find other ways to make you say ‘ooohh… and aahhh…’”
I smiled back. “After what just happened a few seconds ago, topping that is going to be difficult.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You challenging me?”
I reached out and stroked his stubbly jawline. “As a matter of fact, I am.”
He twisted the back of my hair around his fist and brought his lips to my neck. “Challenge accepted. Now, beautiful,” he whispered, licking my skin, “prepare to be awed.”
And for the rest of the night, I was… over and over again.
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Lindsey Shepard thought she had everything – a wonderful marriage, two beautiful children, and a peaceful home in the suburbs, until the day she catches her husband, quite literally, with his pants down. As she tries to come to grips with a broken marriage, Lindsey clashes with a psychotic cop who begins terrorizing her. Frightened and alone, Lindsey turns to her sexy, new neighbor, Detective Jake Sharp, for assistance. Just when things begin to heat up between them, Lindsey learns that Sharp may be carrying some of his own dark secrets...
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CHAPTER 1
Mom pulled the minivan into the parking lot of U.C. San Diego and I parked my little red Civic next to hers. I was in awe of all the college students milling around. Everyone was so beautiful, so happy. Excitement of the first day was buzzing in the air and my stomach churned with excitement and nerves.
I walked into the massive gymnasium dragging my large suitcase and trusty pillow and waited in line behind lots of other parents and students, waiting to get our dorm assignments and class schedules. I felt only slightly out of place being that I was 20 and not 18 like most everyone else, but that’s because my parents had made me go to two years of junior college for undergraduate prerequisites to save money, but I really don’t think anyone noticed.
“Miranda! Did you hear a word I said?” my mother asked, glaring at me with her beady brown eyes. Her short blonde hair was sticking up from the wind and I bit back a smile and smoothed it down for her.
“Huh? Sure, mom, sure.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Seriously, you need to listen. Now look, whoever you get roomed with, you have to try to get along with. You’re probably stuck with them for the whole two years.”
I groaned. “I know, Mother.”
“Don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m being serious here.”
“I didn’t roll my eyes.”
“Next!” a voice called out and I turned to see an older woman sitting behind a large plastic table covered in papers.
Mom and I walked over to the table. “Hi. Miranda Cates.”
The lady smiled warmly at me. “Welcome to U.C. San Diego, Miranda.” She looked down and rifled through an accordion filing system and pulled out a paper-clipped stack of papers. “Here is your class schedule with a map of the school. Ah, and here is your dorm. Room 32-B in the Miramar Building.”
My mom smiled at me. “That should be easy, Miramar is close to Miranda.”
Okay, mom, whatever you say.
I thanked the lady, and then snapped my gum a little too loudly. Mom glared at me. “Oops.”
I dragged my suitcase out of the gym and we got back in our cars because the dorms were on the opposite side of the campus and my mom, of course, wanted to come in and see my room.
We found the right building and quickly found room 32. Turns out the “B” indicates that I get half the room, which I share with another girl, to which we, along with the other two girls on the other side of the wall, all share one bathroom. It sits between the two rooms and locks on either side.
Oh, this should be interesting.
There was a dark-haired girl sitting cross-legged on the bed reading a book when we walked in.
“Hi,” I said, putting my hand up in greeting. “I’m Miranda, and um, this is my mom, Carol.”
She smiled at me and stood up. She was short, probably five-foot-two, but at five-foot-eight myself, a lot of girls seemed short to me. “I’m Samantha.”
“Nice to meet you.” I smiled and flipped my long, thick blonde hair behind me nervously.
I turned to my mother. “Well, mom, thanks for walking me here.”
My mom looked at Samantha then back at me, seemly approving of my new roommate. “Okay, honey. You call me and let me know how your first day went, okay?” She kissed my cheek as she hugged me and walked out the door.
Now that she was gone, I actually felt a bit nervous. I’d been on my own, kind of, up in Northern California where I went to two years of junior college but I wanted to come down here and be on my own, and now that I was, it was a bit nerve-racking.
“Um, which dresser is mine?” I asked Samantha.
“That one,” she said, pointing toward a 4-drawered small oak dresser which had a mirror attached to the top.
“Thanks. Is there a closet?”
She snorted. “Yeah, we could probably fit like, four coats in it, though.” She pointed to a skinny door set into the wall, and I didn’t even want to open it and look.
I’ll admit, I was raised a little privileged. My parents had money, but were frugal with it, but we still had a nice, new house and I had my own room with everything I could ever need. Even when I moved out at 18 and lived with a roommate for a while next to the junior college, I’d at least had my own room in the apartment. This felt a bit like a step backward, and even though this was going to be a bit of a change living here in such cramped quarters, I’d make do.
“So, how long you been here, Samantha?” I asked. She seemed pretty comfortable and not nervous like I was.
“This is my second year here. My roommate graduated last year, so I’ll be starting my senior year.”
I see how it works now. Next year that will be me; she will graduate and I’ll be welcoming a newbie. Not too shabby of a system to help the new folks, I supposed.
“I’m happy to show you around, if you’d like,” she said, pushing her glasses further up her nose to see me more clearly.
She was a pretty girl, but plain. I guessed she was probably a science or chemistry major. Me, I was going for a degree in Criminal Justice. I want to be an FBI Agent. They could send me undercover on all kinds of missions because of the way I looked. I laughed at the thought.
As I was putting my clothes in the little dresser, I looked at my reflection in the mirror above it. My hair was a bit frizzed out as it was warm in San Diego today, and it seemed a bit humid. My hair is naturally wavy but I straighten it with a flat iron. My amber-colored eyes looked tired and I supposed it was from the seven-hour drive we took here. I pulled some lip gloss from the pocket of my khaki shorts and applied it to my puffy lips.
“That would be great,” I replied to her offer to show me around. “I’m gonna head out and look around myself for a few minutes right now, though.”
She waved me off. “Knock yourself out.”
I walked down the hallways and saw girls of all sizes and colors wandering the hallways. Some people had their doors open, unpacking or resting; lots were wearing iPods and some were playing on electronic tablets or reading books. I passed a large room that had a few TVs, lots of chairs, and a slew of vending machines in it, and realized I was going to be missing a lot of TV in the next two years. I saw another room, not quite as large as the TV room, that was full of washers and dryers. There were quite a few girls in there, already doing laundry.
I smiled and walked back to my room. I think I’m gonna like it here.
CHAPTER 2
The first week passed by me in a blur. The classes were a bit more intense than I was used to, and then of course there were so many hot guys that I had trouble paying attention.
I’m going to get myself into serious trouble here!
As Saturday night rolled around, a girl named Jayda I’d met in my Law class popped her head in the door. She was in a short skirt and tank top, and looked very pretty.
“Hey, Miranda. Me and a couple other girls are going to Tijuana to party. Wanna go?”
I cocked my head at her. “In Mexico?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, my God, girl, you’ve never been? Go get changed, I’m gonna show you a good time!”
I shrugged because I really had nothing else to do. “Sure, give me five minutes?”
She smiled, a big perfect white smile. “Great, meet us in the lobby.” Wit
h that, she was off, her light brown ponytail swishing behind her.
I quickly threw on some white denim capri pants and a fitted hot pink tank top. I didn’t have any clean white panties so I decided I’d have to go commando.
Oh well.
I tied up my white wedge espadrilles and ran a brush through my thick hair. I touched up my mascara and lip gloss and grabbed my purse. Samantha wasn’t in the room and I wondered if I was supposed to leave her a note or something… then realized that was stupid. I’m not accountable to her. Darn my parents for making me so responsible!
Jayda drove her little yellow Volkswagen Beetle and we arrived to the Port of Entry fairly quickly. We parked in a large lot and walked on foot until we reached the border security. Leaving the United States on foot seemed strange – and so easy. Something told me there would be a little more scrutiny getting back in, though.
We made our way down several narrow sidewalks and random sets of dirty concrete steps surrounded by cyclone fencing.
“Watch where you step,” Jayda said, pointing to a large splash of vomit that occupied the sidewalk.
“Ew,” I said. I was already breathing through my mouth because the smell of piss was so strong.
After a short walk, me, Jayda, and her other friend, Stephanie, whom I had just met tonight, found ourselves on a narrow street lined with bars and clubs. Jayda took us to one of the first ones called “El Gato” with a large neon cat flashing on the top of it. It was a two-story building whose windows were also flashing with various neon signs.
Once we got inside, it was almost like we were in a different world. It was a mecca of military men. A large jukebox was blasting some Christina Aguilera song, and while there were women in here, there weren’t many. It seemed like all eyes turned to look at us. The bar was pretty dark but there was a small dance floor and a long, lit-up bar with blue lights around it. Near the back of the club, there was a set of stairs painted black with white glowing stars on them leading up, and I wondered what was up there.
