by Rye Hart
“Distracting you?” I asked. I raised my eyebrows and grinned, knowing she couldn’t see me.
“First this morning,” she said with a sigh. “And now, this phone call. How’s a girl ever supposed to get anything done?”
“I’ll make you a deal,” I said.
“Oh?” Julie asked playfully.
“I’ll stop distracting you,” I said. “If you agree to come to dinner with me tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow night?” I could hear the hesitation in her voice, and my stomach dropped.
“Just dinner,” I said quickly. “I know a place.”
Julie paused for a second, and I held my breath. I’d been flying so high after my conversation with Timothy that I didn’t even consider the possibility that she might say no.
“Sure,” Julie said. “Sounds great.”
“Text me your address,” I said. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
***
Thursday dragged on miserably. I barely worked that day. Marcy kept asking if I was okay, but I was more than okay. Just the prospect of seeing Julie again was enough to keep my spirits high. I was concerned about how into her I already was, but I decided to run with it. What was the worst that could happen?
“I’m out of here,” I told Marcy as I pulled my office door closed behind me. “See you tomorrow.”
“Have fun tonight, Mr. Smart.” Marcy grinned slyly.
“Been eavesdropping, Marcy?” I asked.
“Never.” Marcy winked, making me laugh. I shook my head and hurried outside, climbing behind the wheel of my car and speeding toward home.
Once I was showered and dressed, I left to pick up Julie. She came to the door dressed in a simple blue dress that made her eyes even more striking. Her hair was curled slightly, drawing my eyes and making my heart race.
“You look gorgeous,” I said. “Not that you need to be told.”
“A woman always needs compliments,” Julie said wisely. “Even if she says otherwise.”
I laughed and held out my arm to her. She took it and let me lead her to the car. We climbed inside, and I drove us to Dallas. The restaurant I picked was a classy steakhouse that was reasonably casual. It left room to relax without the pressures of overly-fine dining.
“This is great,” Julie said as we sat down. “Steak sounds amazing.”
“Oh, thank god,” I said. “I was worried you’d be one of those salad and soup girls.”
“Salad and soup?” Julie raised her eyebrows.
“You know the kind,” I said. “They’re too afraid to eat on the first date, so they order something tiny and pick at it nervously. Drives me nuts.”
“You don’t have to worry about that with me.” Julie laughed. “Food is life.”
“Amen to that.” I grinned just as the waiter appeared.
We ordered a bottle of red wine and a steak each. By the time the food arrived, we were so deep in conversation that I barely noticed my plate. If it weren’t for the way Julie’s eyes lit up when she saw her steak, I wouldn’t have eaten a bite.
“Oh god,” Julie moaned. “This is so good.”
“It really is.” I laughed and took another bite.
Just as Julie opened her mouth to speak, my phone rang in my pocket. I frowned and grabbed it quickly, ready to silence it. When I saw Josh’s name flashing across the screen, I looked up at Julie with an apologetic grimace.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “This is my brother. Do you mind if I…?”
“Not at all,” Julie said. “Go ahead.”
“Thanks,” I answered the phone quickly. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey, man,” Josh said. “Are we meeting up tonight or what? You never called me back.”
“Oh shit,” I said. “I’m sorry. I totally forgot. Work was crazy this week. Can we do something next weekend?”
“Sure thing,” Josh said. “Keep me posted.”
“Will do.”
We said goodbye, and I hung up, eager to get back to Julie. She smiled politely as I tucked my phone back into my pocket.
“Sorry about that,” I said. “My brother and I have been working on our relationship lately.”
“Yeah?” she asked.
“We try to meet up once a week,” I said. “But with our schedules, it doesn’t always work out that way.”
“At least you try,” Julie said kindly. “A lot of families don’t.”
I moved the conversation away from Josh, and soon, we were laughing and talking like we’d never been interrupted. The wine was flowing freely and, when we ordered dessert, I found Julie’s foot beneath the table. She didn’t move when we touched, but her eyes told me she felt it. She stared at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen from her yet. That look sent bolts of electricity shooting through my body. I could barely think the entire drive home.
“Walk me up?” Julie asked as I put my car in park outside of her house.
“Of course,” I said. “I am a gentleman, you know.”
“You are?” Julie teased. “I never would’ve guessed.”
“Very funny.”
I climbed out of the car and hurried around to open her door. We walked slowly toward her house. We weren’t touching, but the tension between us was palpable.
“I had fun,” Julie said. She turned to face me, and my eyes flickered down to her lips.
“Me too.”
Julie’s eyes met mine. Her lips looked soft and inviting. I couldn’t stop myself from stepping forward.
Julie inhaled sharply but didn’t move away. Her eyes were locked on mine, and when our lips touched, she melted into me. My arms went around her waist, and she sighed against my lips. The kiss was soft at first, but within seconds, my entire body was on fire.
Julie wrenched herself away from me and took a step back. She fumbled with her keys and quickly unlocked her front door. Pushing it open, she turned back to me with a hungry look in her eyes.
Without a word, she held out her hand to me. I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her around the waist, and we fell over the threshold, our lips thrashing against each other with desperation.
CHAPTER 5
Julie
Michael’s lips were on mine before I could think. One second, we were staring at each other on my doorstep and, the next, we were crashing inside the house with a reckless abandon I’d never felt before. The only thing that existed was Michael. His lips on mine. His tongue sliding into my waiting mouth. His strong, rough hands gripping my hips tightly. Soon, I was out of breath, and my entire body was on fire.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I wrenched myself away from Michael to take a breath. He didn’t let me get far. He kissed my neck playfully, licking and nibbling my sensitive skin. I gasped and tightened my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his dark hair.
“Where’s the bedroom?” Michael asked. When his eyes met mine, they were full of need. My stomach burned, and a wave of desire flooded between my legs.
“Come here.” I groaned and kissed him again, my lips working furiously against his.
His tongue slid in my mouth, and I could taste the wine from dinner. It fueled my desire even more as I led him backward toward my bedroom.
I’d never slept with a man on a first date before. I’d never even come close, but with Michael, I didn’t want to stop. His hands were all over my body, cascading down my back, tightening around my waist, sliding over my butt. He had touched every inch of me, and it still wasn’t enough. I cursed the light fabric of my blue dress, hating that it separated me from his fingertips.
I kicked open the door to my bedroom and pulled Michael inside by his tie. He grinned at me slyly, his eyes trailing down my body. I could feel his gaze as sharp as a burning flame. It whipped over my breasts and stomach, down to my legs. He wanted me, and that was enough to send me reeling.
My hands flew to his tie, loosening it quickly. I pulled it over his head, leaning forward to kiss his neck while I unbuttoned his shirt. I couldn’t s
top. My body had taken control, and I wasn’t complaining. The sounds that came from Michael’s throat when I kissed his chest were enough to make my legs tremble with desire.
“God, I want you,” Michael groaned.
I threw his shirt off his shoulders and wrapped my arms around his neck again. Our kiss was more intense, and his lips didn’t slow for a single second, and neither did his hands. He kissed me hard and fast, reaching around my back to unzip my dress. I moaned when his hands touched my bare skin. This was the moment I’d been waiting for all night.
Michael’s fingertips were rough on my back, but they felt amazing. He unhooked my bra and slipped both it and my dress down my body. In seconds, I was standing before him, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy blue panties. They matched my dress, but when I got ready earlier that evening, I never imagined Michael would see them.
Still, I didn’t want him to stop. I longed to feel his fingers and lips on every inch of my skin.
“You’re gorgeous.” Michael’s voice was low and sexy as he looked me up and down.
My lips were still tingling from our kiss, and my chest was rising and falling with every labored breath. He was staring at me with so much desire that I felt yet another wave flood between my legs. My panties were soaked, and when I glanced down at Michael’s pants, I saw that he was already rock hard.
I reached forward and grabbed him by the belt, yanking him closer as I quickly worked his pants off his body. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back just enough for him to attack my neck with his lips.
“Oh god,” I mumbled as his tongue lashed against my skin.
He pushed me backward until I bumped into the bed. In one motion, we fell over, and Michael pinned me down with his strong body. I moaned as his lips moved lower, his tongue teasing my nipples one at a time.
I writhed beneath him, lifting my hips to grind against his dick. He grunted, thrusting forward and quickly losing control.
Unable to wait another second, Michael ripped my panties off my body and threw them to the side. His boxers followed close behind, and soon, he was staring down at me while I stroked his thick cock in my hands.
“Fuck.” His voice was deep with desire as he twitched in my hand.
“Condoms are in the drawer,” I said, pointing to my bedside table, silently thanking God that I even still had the damn things.
Michael flew forward. He tore open the top drawer and grabbed a condom. I barely knew what was happening as he adjusted me beneath him and slid the condom over his length. My head was spinning, and my heart was pounding in my chest.
I could feel my wetness dripping onto the bed. I wanted him so badly. I’d never felt such a primal, animalistic need before. I had to feel him inside of me.
Michael didn’t make me wait long. He positioned himself above me. All the urgency drained from his body as he stared into my eyes. My room was dark, but I could still make out the dark blue of his eyes as he slid forward and buried his cock deep inside me.
“Oh,” I gasped and lifted myself to meet him. He grunted and slowly rocked his hips back and forth.
I could tell he was trying to take his time, giving me a chance to get used to it, but that wasn’t what I wanted. My body took over. I rammed my hips upward, slamming into him and making him groan with pleasure.
Michael gripped my hips hard, pulling me to him and pounding into me roughly. All he needed was my silent okay for him to lose control completely. He fucked me hard, making me cry out with pleasure and hold tight to the bedsheets.
My first orgasm built quickly and spilled over even faster. My knuckles were white as I held onto the sheets for dear life. My moans were deep and earth-shattering. I didn’t bother to hold back. My legs trembled, and my pussy tightened around Michael’s dick.
“Holy shit.” He groaned and pulled out of me for a split second.
In one quick motion, Michael pulled me up and positioned me on his lap. We held onto each other while I slid down on top of him. He buried his face in my chest, kissing and biting my tits hungrily. I groaned and threw my head back, bouncing my ass up and down while he squeezed it roughly.
It wasn’t long before I felt my second orgasm coming. I tried to hold back, but when Michael bit down on my nipple, I came undone.
“Fuck!” I screamed and rode him harder, bucking up and down and crying out with renewed pleasure.
“You sound fucking amazing,” Michael said. “Come for me again, baby.”
I giggled, but Michael wasn’t kidding. He flipped me onto my back, staying inside me the whole time. He pinned me to the bed with all his weight. I gasped and wrapped my legs around him while he pounded into me harder and harder.
I could feel him seeking his own release. He was so close, his cock already beginning to throb inside of me. I raked my nails down his back, making his eyes roll back in his head. A cry of need ripped itself free from his chest, and just like that, I came again.
“Oh, Michael!” I screamed his name as my body convulsed with ecstasy.
Michael finished at the same time, throwing himself forward and collapsing against me. We were both dripping with sweat and sex as we held onto each other tightly. The three orgasms made my body weak and exhausted. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think.
It wasn’t until Michael pulled himself away from me that I slowly came back to my senses. He laid down beside me and wrapped his arms around my shaking body.
“Holy shit,” he said. “Holy fucking shit.”
“That was…” I began, but I couldn’t find the words.
“Uh huh,” he said with a deep laugh.
We both erupted in laughter as we held each other. It wasn’t long before we started talking, falling yet again into our easy banter.
Michael had to leave an hour later. He had work in the morning, a conference call first thing. As we said goodbye, I felt a weight fall into my stomach. I didn’t want him to leave, but when he kissed me, I knew I’d see him again.
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6 MOUNTAIN BROTHERS FOR CHRISTMAS
A Reverse Harem Romance
PROLOGUE
Standing there, in the living room, we passed around the bottles until they were drained of their contents. I looked down at the green bottle in my hands and smiled, placing it on the ground before I spun it.
It spun, and it spun, and I could feel the brothers’ eyes on me. Their curious glances slowly growing devilish while my nipples puckered painfully behind my bra. They knew what I was thinking, and I knew what was rolling through their heads. As the bottle slowed to a stop in front of Chance, I lifted my gaze to him and grinned.
“Chance,” I said. “Truth or Dare?”
In an instant, the entire atmosphere in the room changed. Chance’s gaze held mine steadily as I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, and I heard Ethan let out a groan as Chance drew in a long breath through his nose.
“Dare,” he said.
“I dare you, Chance Trent, to undress me and make me come.”
“Oh…,” he said as he approached me. “I’d be happy to oblige.”
In an instant, Chance’s lips were on mine as his hands rounded around to my ass. I could feel his strength pressing into me, pinning me between him and the cool glass of the sliding back doors.
“I’ll give it to you just the way you want,” he said into my lips.
He stripped me of my clothes before he picked me up against his body. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him carry me up the steps. He opened up one of the bedrooms and laid me down onto the bed. I could hear the footsteps of the other Trent brothers behind us, and I was thrilled for the show we were about to give them.
Chance’s lips kissing down my cheek and suckling at the skin on my neck.
“Oh Chance,” I said, whispering.
“Say it again,” he said.
“Chance,” I s
aid. “Please don’t make me wait.”
“I love it when you say my name.”
His lips traveled down my breasts, bypassing my nipples that were angry and screaming for attention. His hands parted my legs, and I felt my juices dripping out onto the bed. He kissed the insides of my legs, sniffing my scent deeply before his tongue slid up my slit. My hands wound into the sheets underneath my body, and my heels dug into Chance’s back while his tongue worked my clit.
I could feel my toes curling even before he picked up his pace. And the most erotic part of the experience was my acute awareness of the other brothers in the room – patiently waiting.
Had someone told me I’d be in this position (pun intended) one month ago, I would have laughed in disbelief.
Yet, in this very moment I knew one thing for certain: I was the luckiest girl in this enchanted mountain town.
CHAPTER ONE - KYRA
Why the hell did I become a sex education teacher?
I’m the last person that should be teaching these kids about sex!
My eyes scanned the words on the page, and the text made my cheeks flushes. I swallowed as the students continued to stare. I could hear their snickers and feel their judgmental glances burning into my skin.
Oh, that’s right…it was either this, or babysitting obnoxious rich kids.
I forced myself to keep reading the words out loud, but my voice continued to stammer. “The tip of the…ahem… male’s anatomy… is the most sensitive part of his body. It is akin to a woman’s…’”
“If she can’t say ‘penis,’ she’ll never say ‘clit,” one student said.
“Miss Lancaster, are you trying to say a dude’s cockhead is like my clit?”
I whipped my head up while my eyes scanned the room. “Who asked that?”
“Me,” said the Angela Lopez, the girl at the back of the class that had it in for me the entire semester.
“Well, yes that’s what this book is trying to say,” I said.
“Nah, the book says it just fine. But you can’t even say the word ‘penis.’ How’d you get this job anyway?”
