Men in Shorts

by Lori Perkins

  Anna was even sexier than he’d imagined even Roxy could be.

  After fighting it all week, Tyson had decided he was going to give her back the diary. And let what happened happen. But first he was going to ask the coach for permission to date his daughter. He didn’t expect that would go over very well, but it was the right thing to do and Coach would respect him for that…eventually.

  But his plans had been shot to hell when he’d stepped onto the elevator tonight and she was there. She’d had sex written all over her face. He hadn’t even thought as he’d approached her, as he’d slowly unbuttoned her. He’d just listened to every instinct he’d been ignoring the whole week.

  And now, after coming apart in his arms, she was rocking against his hand again, daring him to do more.

  He leaned forward and kissed the birthmark on her collarbone. “Roxy,” he said, murmuring the name that had been running through his head all week.

  She took in a sharp, ragged breath. “What’d you call me?” The question came out in a desperate whimper.

  “Roxy,” he repeated.

  She smiled and ran her hand over his chest. “Only Kerri calls me that.”

  He raised a brow. “No, I think I call you that, too. At least, you like to imagine I do.”

  She shoved at his chest with the flat of her palm and he moved back, smiling down at her, watching it dawn on her face.

  “You stole my notebook,” she whispered.

  “Found it.”

  “Give it back.”

  “Don’t pretend you’re sorry now.” He wouldn’t believe it anyway.

  “No,” she said, unwrapping her legs from his waist. “I’m disappointed.”

  He raised a brow. “How’s that?”

  “If you read my notebook, then you know what I really want.”

  And before that could register, her hands were at his waistband, her fingers searching for his zipper.

  Oh, Jesus.

  Her mouth was against his ear, her breath hot, her words raspy. “If you read my notebook,” she said, freeing his cock from his pants and wrapping her hand around it. “Then you know I want you inside me.”

  He groaned and moved with her hand, loving the feel of her fingers around his erection. “I can’t.”

  “Oh, yes, I forgot you were a paragon of self-control,” she said in his ear.

  “Your dad—”

  “Isn’t here.”

  “He—”

  “Would never let me keep this job if he knew what I made you do to me.”

  “And what, exactly, do you think you’re going to make me do?”

  She swallowed. “I think you already know.”

  He chuckled. “Oh, no, you’re not getting off that easy.”

  “Please?” She dug in her purse and handed him a condom.

  He slid it on and abandoned all his carefully laid plans as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I think you want me to fuck you,” he said, sliding her panties from her hips.

  She stepped out of them and arched her hips, looking for him, but he didn’t enter her.

  “I think you want me to fuck you right here, right against this wall.”

  She moaned, pulling him to her, rolling her hips and rubbing herself against his dick. “Please.”

  “I think you want me to fuck you right here where anyone could walk in and see just how freaky you really are.” He slid her hands around to her ass and lifted her, positioning her. Then, as he lowered her onto his shaft, he said, “I think you want me to make you come.”

  She screamed in pleasure, shattering the instance his cock pressed deeply inside of her. Her pussy squeezed him so tight, he almost lost control in that moment too, but he held on. He drove her through that orgasm and the aftershocks, bringing her body up through another. Only when she came the second time did he let himself go, let himself lose control to the blissful rhythm of her pussy throbbing around his cock.

  She ran her fingernails up and down his back lightly and kissed his shoulders before extricating herself from their embrace.

  She kept her eyes down cast as she buttoned her shirt and adjusted her skirt back down around her hips. “Thanks.”

  He cocked his head and tilted her chin so she was looking at him. “Thanks?”

  She smiled, but it was forced. “Sure.”

  His smile came easily. “So you’re saying you’re done with me.”

  “Right. Just hand over the notebook and there’s no reason we ever have to talk about this again.”

  He nodded slowly, watching her face as she avoided meeting his eyes. She was such a contradiction. Anna-Roxy. Who was she, really?

  He couldn’t wait to find out.

  He walked over to the bag he’d dropped by the elevator door and unzipped it. When he pulled the little notebook from the bottom, she reached for it, and he stepped away and held it from her reach.

  “Oh, no, you don’t.”

  “Tyson.”

  “Only my mom calls me Tyson, Roxy.”

  “Ty,” she said, her words heavy with saccharine, “please give me my notebook back now.”

  “Sure.” He flipped to the elevator entry and tore out the two pages it covered.

  She gaped and turned her hands to the ceiling. “Wha—?”

  He could feel his lips twitch and he stuffed the pages into her upturned hands. “You can have that one back. The others you’ll have to earn fantasy by fantasy.”

  She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, indignant. “You’re blackmailing me into sleeping with you? Aren’t you worried my dad will find out?”

  “No, Rox. I think you’re the only one who’s worried about that.” He hit the door open button. The ding sounded and the doors slid open. “I’m just giving you the opportunity you’ve been dying for.” Then, with a wink, he grabbed his bag and backed out, letting the dare hang in the air between them and hoping like hell she’d accept.

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed that to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. Instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide to Sweden. Try saying that fast. After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm), she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop. She has stories published with Ellora’s Cave and Loose Id.

  Dawn Jackson is a member of RomVets and writes both science fiction romance and erotic romance. She can be reached at dlareejackson1@gmail.com or at my blog http://takeittothestars.blogspot.com.

  Adam Carpenter has written erotica, mystery, and general fiction under a variety of names. Look for his erotic serial novella, WONDERLAND, coming soon from Ravenous Romance.

  Neve Black has been writing since she can remember and opted for a degree in English literature. She mostly enjoys writing about subjects that scratch the underbelly of society; thus her love of erotica. Neve’s stories have appeared in the online magazine Oysters and Chocolate and various print anthologies scheduled to come out in late 2008 and in 2009. Neve currently resides in Cleveland, Ohio, with three adopted pussycats. Please feel free to read Neve’s blog site and or leave a comment at: http://neveblacke.blogspot.com

  C. Margery Kempe was born in King’s Lynn, Norfolk, but traveled extensively throughout the first years of her life, including trips to Jerusalem and the Holy Lands. She graduated with a degree in religious studies from a small Catholic college, but now lives a quiet life with her husband and children in upstate New York, where she runs a small bakery. This is her first professional publication

  Lisa Lane began writing at the tender age of seven, when she coauthored with her twin sister a heartwarming story about a good witch with a soft spot for stray cats. She decided the twelve-page behemoth was
worthy of a hardbound publication and gave it a cardboard cover, complete with crayon drawings. From the moment she took on the endeavor, feeling the call of the muses and the flow of the words rushing through her, she knew writing was what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. By fourteen, she had her first novel under her belt, her influences shifting to science fiction, horror, and romance, her numerous influences ranging from Olaf Stapledon to Anne Rice. Nearly twenty years later, she has expanded her writing to cover several genres and formats, claiming over a dozen novels and screenplays to her name, as well as numerous short stories and essays. Her serialized vampire novel, THE DARNESS AND THE NIGHT will launch in December at Ravenous Romance.

  Heidi Champa is a typical last-born child. Snarky, attention-seeking and rebellious, she chooses to write dirty stories to keep herself out of real trouble. Her work appears in the anthologies Tasting Him: Oral Sex Stories and Frenzy: 60 Stories of Sudden Sex. She has also steamed up the pages of Bust Magazine. If you prefer your erotica in electronic form, she can be found online at Oysters and Chocolate and The Erotic Woman. In addition to her flair for the written word, she knows every last sentence of the movie Clue by heart. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading or filling her iPod with more music. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband. Her greatest wish is that sarcasm would translate better in the written form. Find her online at Error! Hyperlink reference not valid. and myspace.com/heidichampa.

  Katy Sirls lives in St. George, Utah, where she teaches English classes at Dixie College. She is currently working on her master’s of fine arts in writing, with an emphasis in fiction. She has published one of her academic essays, and has had the opportunity to speak at two undergraduate research conferences. Ms. Sirls has a weakness for great literature of varying genres. When she’s not reading and writing, she loves to spend time with her young son. This is her first piece of published fiction.

  Brandi Woodlawn was born and raised in an exclave of the Bible Belt. Her sexually repressed upbringing is partly to blame to for her overzealous imagination and her dominant desires. When Brandi’s not dreaming up ways to take her characters their climax, that could mean she’s conducting “research” of her own. Let no one say she was unwilling to make sacrifices for her craft. Brandi hopes you’ll think the end result was worth it. Check out her Web site: www.brandiwoodlawn.com

  Karen Sutow’s short story “Oopart” has been accepted for publication in the Dark Distortions II anthology (Scotopia Press 2009). She writes non-fiction for leading publications, including Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market, US Industry Today, Food & Drink Quarterly, Bucks, Wild River Review and others. She wrote sidebars for Bram Stoker award-winning author Jonathan Maberry’s upcoming book, They Bite (Citadel Press 2009), and her writing won multiple awards at the 2007 Philadelphia Writer’s Conference.

  Ryan Field is a freelance writer who lives in New Hope, Pennsylvania. His short stories, though names have been changed, are all based on personal experience

  Savannah Chase is a member of Romance Writers of America, The Toronto Romance Writers, and Midnight Seductions Authors as well as the Erotic Authors Association. She has previously been published by Dark Eden Press, and currently has a book released by Lyrical Press Inc and Red Rose Publishing. Her story Bid For Love is currently number one on the erotic contemporary bestseller list at Lyrical Press. Her newest release is with Red Rose Publishing titled Pleasure After The Pain.

  Lexi Ryan lives with her family in small-town Indiana. When she’s not chasing after her young son or cheering on the Colts with her husband, Lexi enjoys losing herself in fun, sexy stories featuring mouth-watering men, smart women, and happily ever after.