Box of 1Night Stands: 21 Sizzling Nights

by Anthology

  “I think I’m pretty clean,” she said. “Or at least most of me.”

  His eyes met hers, and he smiled. “I saved the best for last.”

  “Well, I think you will have to wait.”

  He frowned and she grinned, feeling more confident in the face of his chagrin. “I think only one of us is clean. Stand up.”

  He obediently stood in front of her. This put one of his more interesting assets right at her face level and she took a moment to look more closely at his cock. It jutted toward her face, and she decided to tease just a little and took the head into her mouth, licking around twice before releasing it.

  “No, don’t stop,” he said, reaching out for her, but she shrugged under his arms and stood up.

  “Sorry, I’d love to keep going, but I don’t want to be accused of slacking. You just spent a very long time washing me and now it’s my turn.” The look on his face was priceless. Powerful stuff, this sexuality was, and she began to realize that and enjoy it. She followed the same path he had, back first, then legs and feet and up the front. Skipping the one area she knew he wanted touched the most. Turn about was definitely fair play—and fun, too.

  But besides that, she found that running her soapy hands over his body was incredible in itself. The play of muscles under his skin, the coarse hair on his legs, she was learning as she went and paying very close attention to his reactions. When she pinched one of his dark-apricot guy nipples, his dick jerked and bumped against her stomach. Interesting.

  But by the time she was done with all but the most interesting parts, his patience seemed to be thinning. She soaped her hand and ran it between her legs, then over his rock-hard cock.

  “Julia!”

  She fought to contain her giggles at the strain in his voice. “Yes?”

  “Enough, I can’t stand it. Come here.” He pulled her against him, pressing that hard cock back into her belly. “I want you now.”

  “Oh, sure. Now that we’re clean and all.”

  He glared at her and she let her giggles free. “You spent a very long time torturing me with those talented fingers of yours. I just wanted to repay the favor.”

  “It’s not funny,” he said, but the corner of his mouth twitched. He shifted her in his arms so they were kissing, streams of water hitting them from all around. He was no longer behaving as though he had all day, but was urgently prying her mouth open and ravishing it. When her tongue tangled with his, he shifted his hands down to her ass and lifted her so that her feet were off the floor. He braced his hands under her thighs and pressed her back against the shower wall.

  She gasped and he broke the kiss to look down at her. “What’s wrong?”

  She pointed and he looked down to see he had placed her so that one of the jets was shooting directly against her clitoris.

  “Oh, no.” He made as though to move her away, but she punched his shoulder.

  “No, don’t move, it’s so…it’s so….”

  “Good?” He held her in place as her body shuddered and she clung to his shoulders.

  “I really need to remodel my bathroom,” she said, holding tight until the world stopped spinning.

  Before she could do anything else, he lifted her slightly and drove his cock into her quaking passage. “I can’t wait any more.” He slammed it in, two or three times, then slowed, gliding in and out, over and over, so that his tip hit a place inside her she had only read about.

  “Yes, Julia, there is a G-spot,” she murmured into his neck and then screamed his name as she came again. “Mark, oh God, yes, yes.”

  He shuddered as he spilled inside her, finding his own release yet again. “I can’t even believe how tight you are, Julia!” He held her up with her legs wrapped around his waist for another moment, then collapsed with her on his lap onto one of the benches. Water streamed over them, hitting from all angles, and suddenly the heat, the water beating against her skin, the steam became overwhelming

  “Mark, please turn it off. I can’t stand it.”

  He reached over and turned off the shower. “Are you okay? I should have thought—it was your first time. You’re sore, aren’t you. I’m so sorry.”

  She shook her head then laid it against his shoulder. “It’s not that, I’m not sore. It’s just that all of a sudden it was like sensory overload. Good, bad, intense. I didn’t know what to do with myself.”

  He laid his head back against the wall. “Oh, that I understand. Let’s get out of here and get dry. I think I might need to lie down for a bit. What a workout.”

  She dropped a kiss on his neck and stood on shaky legs. “Okay, I think I might be able to make it that far. Stepping out of the shower, she handed him a towel and tucked one around herself, wrapping another around her hair. “So, that’s what everyone’s been talking about,” she said, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I waited this long to find out.”

  Chapter Six

  Towel around his waist, he followed her out of the bathroom. “Julia, that’s not, I mean, tonight is not what everyone is talking about. I’ve been just the playboy you asked for, a different silicone babe every week, and I can assure you, it’s never been like this.”

  She tilted her head and looked at him. “I’m sure you’re right. I couldn’t possibly keep up with girls like that.”

  “That is not what I mean. Those girls, I don’t know how to explain the difference, but they aren’t like you. You’re real, every soft, curvy, cuddly, exciting inch of you. Not one of them could keep up with you.” He hoped she understood how extraordinary she was, but was afraid his poor words weren’t carrying it well enough.

  She smiled at him. “I had a good teacher. But prof, I’m awfully sleepy. Do you think we could lie down for a while?” She undid the towel in her hair and unwrapped the one around her body. “I should find my bag. I brought a sexy nightie to sleep in.”

  He held out his hand and took the two towels from her, tossing them, and his, into the bathroom. “Don’t get the nightie. Just come curl up with me and we’ll take a nap. It’s been quite a night.”

  She yawned then looked startled. “I completely forgot you ordered the drinks. And what is on the covered dish?”

  “If you like, I’ll pour us some champagne.”

  “I’m awfully sleepy…what’s in the dish?”

  “Take a look and see if it’s anything you like.”

  She stretched her arms over her head and walked over to the table. “I don’t know, I think I’m too tired to…strawberries! Strawberries with brown sugar and sour cream. Oh, I’m hungry. Go ahead and open the champagne--I just got a second wind.”

  She carried the plate with its booty over to the bed and plopped down cross-legged against the headboard. “How did you know?”

  “I didn’t. Madame said there would be refreshments in the room. I’ve never seen strawberries with sour cream before.”

  “I had it at a party once and fell in love.” She took a big, red strawberry dipped it in the cream and then the sugar. Dark gold crystals clung to the sides of the berry. “Taste.” She took a glass of champagne from him and held the treat up for him to bite. She was so delighted, he didn’t want to say no.

  He chewed and swallowed, closing his eyes as the sweetness of the sugar and the tart sour cream collided with the rich berry juice in his mouth. “That is amazing.” He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and smiled. “Who would have thought?”

  “I don’t know, somebody very smart.” She finished the first berry and dipped another, offering it to him. He looked at her, sitting cross-legged and naked on the bed, holding up the red fruit with its sugary coating. A one-night-stand. And Mark, who had one-night-stands several times a month, felt melancholy flutter its wings around his heart. Someone was going to be very lucky when this woman decided who she wanted forever. But it was going to have to be someone better than him. He didn’t deserve her, and he wasn’t kidding himself that he did.

  Enough. He drew a deep breath. He had her for one
night.

  Julia sighed and pushed the nearly empty plate away. The champagne flute she put on the bedside table, and she slid down and curled onto her side. “I need to close my eyes, just for a minute.” Mark lay down behind her, spooning her and wrapping an arm around her waist. He tugged her closer as her limbs softened and her breaths became long and even. Quite some time passed before he joined her in sleep, his mind moving over possibilities, ideas foreign to his playboy mentality. One night with Julia was not going to be enough.

  Chapter Seven

  She woke with a start, for a moment panicked. Where was she—then she remembered. The arm across her waist was a clue. Mark. Her one-night-stand. But through the open drapes she could see a fine line of light along the eastern horizon. Daytime was coming and with it, reality.

  She slipped out of the bed and padded to the window. Las Vegas lay below, still flashing its lights for her admiration, but she knew the sun would be up soon, and it was time for her to go. She grabbed her overnight bag and slipped into the bathroom to dress.

  When she came out a few minutes later, the sky was noticeably lighter. She set her bag down and pulled the heavy drapes closed. No reason for Mark to have to wake up early so far as she knew. He was draped across the bed, arms spread wide and a slight smile on his face. She hoped he was having a good dream. She paused for a moment by the desk.

  Julia leaned over the bed and pressed a very soft kiss on his bristly cheek. “Don’t forget me,” she said, almost under her breath. “I sure won’t forget you.”

  She slipped out of the room and rang for the elevator. If that couple from the night before was still there, she would get on anyway. Her newly advanced level of sophistication would carry her through.

  ***

  He slept until ten. That was the time on the small clock on the bedside table when he opened his eyes. Stretching, he sat up and looked around. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. The hotel bed was luxury itself. Oh, and the little encounter last night didn’t hurt either. Speaking of which…where was she?

  “Julia?” There was no answer, and he had actually known there wouldn’t be. It was a one-night-stand and the night was over. He’d met the one woman who could reach out and touch his heart without even trying, and she was gone.

  Sighing, he stood and stepped into his boxers and jeans. He couldn’t face the shower again, not after making love to her beneath the jets. He reached into his bag for his socks, found a folded piece of paper and smoothed it out on his lap. “Dear Mark,” the note began. “I hope I’m not breaking the rules of 1NightStand by doing this but I wanted you to know how to reach me…” A grin spread across his face as he tucked it into his pocket.

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

  Kate Richards is a Southern California native who is fond of the beach, the mountains and the desert, which works very well since they are all a short drive away. She is also an incurable romantic who got married to her internet-met sweetie in Las Vegas and considers it a great city for lovers.

  You can visit Kate at:

  www.katerichards.wordpress.com

  Paging Doctor Wolf

  A 1Night Stand Story

  By

  Rebecca Royce

  Also by Rebecca Royce

  Another Chance

  Initiation

  Driven

  Bar Mate

  Out of Place Mate

  Mate by the Music

  Unwanted Mate

  Behind the Scenes

  Believe in Me

  Embraced

  Eye Contact

  Rebirth

  Subversive

  Return to the Sea

  I’ll be Mated by Christmas

  One Night With a Wolf

  Forever

  Love in One Night

  Hexed and Vexed

  Justice

  February Lover

  Chapter One

  Dallas Olson stared at his computer screen and took another sip of coffee. The liquid scorched his tongue, and he hissed before setting the cup back down on the desk. Madame Eve had found him a match. Reading the e-mail for the fifth time, he grinned widely, the words finally sinking into his tired brain.

  In a million years, he’d never thought he’d use a dating service to set him up with a one-night stand. But then, he’d never anticipated how busy being the chief of trauma surgery at the Anchorage Medical Center would be either. The only women he met were those he worked with, and as he’d had to leave San Francisco to get away from his ex-wife with whom he’d shared a practice, he had no interest in repeating mistakes of the past by mixing business with pleasure.

  He couldn’t date where he worked.

  But next Saturday night he’d be meeting Cara Johnson….

  The door to his office flew open and a nurse from the first floor burst in, out of breath. “Doctor, we need you in the ER right away. A man has come in. It looks like wolves have torn him apart. Everyone is going crazy downstairs. The operator isn’t answering her phone, and I couldn’t find anyone to page you in all the chaos so I charged right up. I think some of the staff has fled the hospital.”

  Wolves? Inside the hospital? What the hell?

  “Thanks, Bev. I’ll be right there.” He hoped he sounded calm because his heart rate had doubled with nervous energy flowing through his veins.

  While other people panicked, he never did. Trauma surgery suited him. The calmer he stayed, the better the results.

  Watching Beverly run from the room, he stood, putting his arms into his jacket. He couldn’t think about his date right then even as her information stared at him from the computer screen. But later, he’d give the upcoming meeting his full attention.

  Taking the stairs two at a time, he arrived to find a chaotic scene more appropriate for a movie rather than the orderly emergency room he’d grown accustomed to handling. What had happened?

  People scrambled everywhere, some crying and others hiding while three black wolves growled and circled a bed. The man on the bed, presumably the one who’d been attacked and would be his trauma patient when he could actually get to him, sat and growled back at them through clenched teeth.

  Growling? Beverly had reported his patient had been torn to pieces by wolves.

  One of the nurses grabbed him by the arm. “Dr. Olson. Please, you have to help us. The wolves are everywhere; they’re threatening anyone who tries to get near the bed. Nobody understands what’s happening.” Tears flowed down her face.

  “Okay. Has anyone called the police? Animal control?”

  The woman’s hand shook. “I have no idea.”

  “In case no one has, please go call again. I’m going to go see what I can do about the wolves.”

  Although he had no idea what that might actually entail. How had they even gotten into the building to begin with?

  Maybe he could get the wolves to retreat. Moving forward, he grabbed a broom leaning against the wall someone had discarded, probably during the melee going on. It would have to do as some kind of weapon.

  “Hey!” The three circling canines turned in unison to stare at him. “Back off!”

  The closest wolf raised a lip in a threatening snarl. Disconcerting. The same wolf then bent lower to the floor, growling again.

  Damn. He wished he had more than a broom. The wolves appeared to communicate with one another, moving in unison, taking direction from the one making the most noise.

  The man on the bed rose to his knees and howled at the ceiling. The wolf bites associated with an attack amazingly seemed to be healing. In fact, the howling man ripped the bandages off his chest.

  “Okay.” In general, as a trauma doctor, Dallas knew when to say enough and the current situation fell way outside of his realm of expertise. “I’ll back off. You can work this out yourselves.”

  Knowing his colleagues would think him out of his mind, but he’d give an oath if asked, that the creatures seemed to understand him. The lead wolf lunged and he knew death approached when
he saw it in the canine’s eyes.

  Using the broom as his only defense, he whacked him in the head. It slowed the assault but didn’t stop the wolf from attacking again. He didn’t move fast enough and the wolf jumped him.

  Instinct made him land with a roll. A few seconds became a lifetime. He saw the bite in his mind’s eye before actually being assaulted, yet nothing could have prepared him for the pain. The animal’s large mouth tore into his arm. It didn’t hurt at first, since he could only stare as if he seeing the attack from a distance. Then the flames of horrific agony pounded through his body and he cried out, wishing to black out. If he lived another day, he’d be more sympathetic to his patient’s distress. Nothing could be worse than the bite of a wolf.

  Until the second wolf bit him.

  ***

  Cara Johnson hurried along the road toward her Alpha’s house with nervous energy pulsing through her veins. When the Alpha called her out in the middle of the night to come to his place, she booked it there fast.

  Relax, maybe they just want you to babysit your delicious nephew. Even her internal dialogue didn’t make her feel calmer.

  Rounding the corner, she took the stairs to Luke and Bethany’s house two at a time. Before she raised her hand to knock on the door, it swung open, and Lucian answered. As wolves, they were able to smell each other and didn’t require doorbells or knockers. But Bethany, her older human half-sister, didn’t have wolf-blood, and preferred they observe the custom of announcing their arrival.

  “There’s no time to waste on doorbells.” Luke’s voice was tense and his usual scent of authority held a mixture of nervous energy she didn’t like.

  Bowing her head, she nodded. “My Alpha.”