Wrestling deftly with his zipper, he pulls out that beautiful cock of his, the one I’ve missed so much every time I was with the guy I’ve been seeing, the one I owe an explanation to. An explanation I may never give.
Tommy says on a rasp, “Touch me.”
I meet his eyes, my lips open and hungry for more kisses as I reach and grab him, feel the thick pulse as he hardens even more in my hands. Running my fingers up and down his length, I thumb the tip and he groans and closes his eyes. “That feels so good. You don’t know how much I missed that.”
“Missed any woman, or me?”
He chuckles and meets my eyes. “Who did I call when I shouldn’t have been calling anyone?”
A warmth spreads out in my chest. My breath hitches as he flips me around onto my knees and gives me a hard spank. I’m expecting a slow entrance, but that was dumb of me. All of him fills me in one deft thrust. He groans and moves his hips around, keeping all the way in. I moan and sigh, complete. He isn’t gentle. All of that pent up sexual desire and frustration gets deliciously taken out on me. Ramming into me, his thick fingers dig into my ass and he grunts and growls. “So good. Your pussy is so fucking wet!”
Moving my hips and arching my ass up, I take it. “I love your cock! You’re as hard as steel right now.”
“And it’s all for you, baby.” Gyrating his hips, he makes me scream out as the rush of liquid pours out from him. The jerking sensations his orgasm gives me throws me into a delirious place where my mind no longer exists. I begin to shake all over, whimpering, enjoying every single second of it.
He collapses on me and palms my breasts still encased in my blouse and bra. Panting, trying to catch my breath, I hold him up, me on all fours and him on his knees behind me.
Closing my eyes, I think of a future where we’re living in a cabin fifty miles north of the Canadian border, where he cuts wood for the fire and we make love in front of it on the many cold nights promised us. During these cozy times, we find new ways to explore each other and bring each other to heights of feeling and sexual expression that open our souls, until we’re bared naked in more ways than merely physical.
I think of a future where I sell things online that I’ve made, where the people who buy them have no idea who I am. Where Tommy, with his marketing background, comes up with great ideas to make that business grow under the radar. Where we live an anonymous existence where social media does not exist. Where my beast of a man is protected. Where we have what we need because we grow it.
I think of a future where Tommy and I are happy.
Where no one ever finds out who we really are.
“I think you should call me Veronica from now on,” I murmur.
He chuckles. “Yeah? And what about me?” He slides out of me and brings me down to lie on top of him. “What should my name be?”
I touch his lips with my fingertip. “Don’t you have a name you’ve always liked?”
He looks up to the sky, thinking about it. “Nah. I want you to like it.” He grins at me. “What name do you want to scream?”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Okay, since you put it that way. How about Jack?”
His eyebrows rise. “That’s a good manly name.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I like it. Jack. Jack and Veronica. That could work.” His eyes lose their playful spark and I get quiet inside, wondering what he’s thinking. Staring at me, very seriously, Jack says, “This could work, Veronica.”
I kiss him gently. “I think maybe it could, too, Jack. Everyone deserves to be happy, don’t they?”
His eyes are troubled, but he lets that cloud drift away, and tightens his arms around me. “They do.”
The future is uncertain, but I am following my gut. Is it a mistake? Perhaps. Life is a grand experiment. I’d rather try than die wondering.
The End.
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Faleena
Rue - from “You Don’t Know Me.”
Green is the color of money, so of course his eyes are green. That’s the first thing I thought when I opened my door and saw Jack Stone standing on the torn up welcome mat of my unglamorous North Hollywood apartment, wearing a form-fitting suit and undone tie, his sandy-brown hair skewed and hanging over his frowning forehead.
That and, he’s got a heat on.
That’s what my mom used to call blind stinking drunk, but he’s also hot-as-hell sexy and hot-as-hell pissed, so that’s heat times three. The weird thing is his fury seems to be directed at me; weird because we’ve never met. Ever. I only know who he is because everyone knows who he is. I know intimate details about him I shouldn’t know: he’s dated three girls in the last month who were all blondes, he likes dogs over cats, loves Bourbon over beer, and if anyone puts a mushroom in anything he’s eating, he’ll spit it out. I know these things because I read the gossip magazines to keep me occupied during my graveyard shift at the Supermarket. It’s something to do between ringing up booze for has-been rockstars from the ’80’s, and snacks for stoned teenagers who are unsuccessfully trying to buy booze. But I wouldn’t admit to reading such trash.
“How old are you?” the incredibly impressive Jack Stone growls, his angry stare ripping down my body. I glance down out of instinct, horrified to remember I’m wearing my ugly pair of sweats and a shirt that is a couple sizes too large. It’s comfy to sleep in, but I vow as of this moment to throw it away as soon as I figure out what the hell is going on.
“What?” I sound as confused as I am, plus I’m kicking myself for not putting on makeup before I opened the door. At least some lipstick or something. And I haven’t brushed my teeth either. But it’s only 8:00 a.m. so can you blame me?
“You’re Rue Calliwell, right?” I nod. His eyes narrow into sexy slits and he repeats in a low, guttural growl, “How old are you?”
I look past him, scanning the sidewalk to see if we’re on camera. This is a joke right? I meet his eyes, and answer, quietly, “Yesterday was my twenty-first birthday.”
For some inconceivable reason this inspires a slew of swear words to pour from his beautiful mouth, ending with, “FUCK! I can’t fucking believe this fucking shit.” And with that, he flips around and sways his way to the street, only once almost falling.
What is happening?!!
“Hey!” He doesn’t turn, so I try louder. “HEY!!!”
Oops. That sounded a little harsh.
He turns around. No, that’s not correct. He turns just his head around, those intense eyes of his peering at me like a vampire’s who was going to let you go, but then decided that no, you were doomed to die. “Did you just yell at me?”
Now I’m getting irritated. Why the attitude? “Excuse me, but you can’t wake me up and ask how old I am and then just walk off, swearing, without explanation. I don’t even know you! I mean, I know you, but you don’t know me. You know what I mean!”
Glowering, he takes a few crooked, long strides back and gets really close to my face. His eyelashes fall as he rakes his steady, judgmental gaze over me again, this time from the ground up. I cross my arms, and gulp, standing a little straighter with my chin cocked out in defiance. There’s something about him that inspires rebellious blood pumping in my veins. Something about the way he looks at me, like I’m beneath him or something. I may not be on the covers of magazines, but I’m no troll guarding a bridge, either!
Righteously, I hold his gaze, inhaling a small huff as his pale green eyes knife into mine to cut me down. He sneers, reaches up and touches my shoulder as if he has the right. I’m so shocked, I say nothing. He’s staring at his thumb as it swipes aga
inst the baggy cotton twice before retracting.
With him this close, I can see where his stubble has recently been shaved off. I can see his scar that slices into one eyebrow from the car accident he was in seven years ago when he was sixteen and almost drove off the cliff in Malibu. The whole world knows he almost died that day. When I totaled my car, the only people who knew about it were the guy I ran into, my mother, and my insurance company who danced in their swivel chairs as they hiked up my premium.
When Jack does something, it’s news.
I open my mouth to say something–ask why he’s here, how he knows my name, why he’s so perfect…but I seemed to have lost my ability to think straight. Unfortunately, I can still stick my foot in my mouth. “Are you about to kiss me?” I whisper, holding very still.
Like he’s won a battle I’d barely begun to understand I was in, he smirks, eyes lighting up with superiority. But the smirk is quickly replaced by a snarl as he says the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard.` “My lawyer will be calling you.”
My jaw drops. He flips around and exits in angry zigzags.
“Your lawyer?” He doesn’t answer. “Wait! What?!” I’m standing on my tiptoes like that will make the sound reach farther. But he doesn’t look back. One half of the Stone brothers disappears around the side of my apartment building. Did he walk here? And what the hell?
His lawyer will be calling me??!!
You Don’t Know Me
A Stand-Alone New Adult, Contemporary Romance.
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An orphan and aspiring dancer learns her father wasn’t who she thought, when she inherits $50 million dollars, and two difficult brothers she never knew she had. Can their rockstar best friend change her mind about wanting to be alone?
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Faleena Hopkins is drawn to telling stories of love or redemption, and often both. After shyly hiding behind the pen name “Sabrina Lacey” when she began writing, Faleena now publishes only under her own name. She’s an actress and director, too, and currently lives in Atlanta, GA, with her crazy-cute dog, Pippin. No hubby. She divorced the bastard. ;) heheh. Learn more about her filmmaking career here on IMDB.
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