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Chapter 41: OR Calamity
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Strangers Chapter 42: La-Ti-Da
Three days in a hospital was enough to make me crazy. I was ready to get the hell out of Dodge. I finally admitted to Hale that I didn't have a car seat or an outfit for Holt to go home. He disappeared for several hours, along with my father who had arrived when promised. It was odd for the two of them to go blissfully into the day, jovial like best buddies, but I welcomed the quiet reprieve so I could take a nap.I admitted I was impressed when they returned. Neither of them bore any visible war wounds, and they toted bags of all things baby. They were both elated by the little boy who had my stunning blue eyes, my temper, and propensity for getting his way. I was enamored. Completely. My father excused himself, blaming business on his departure but assured me he'd be back to take us home. When we finally checked out of the hospital, Hale pulled around to pick us up in a Mercedes GLE63 S with a blue bow on the hood. I sat in a wheelchair with Holt in my arms when he rounded the f
Strangers Chapter 1: Duece
I've had it. "Get your hands off my ass, Dirk!" Everyone in the office stops to stare at me, my outburst having called way too much attention to the situation.Fuck, I'm not a damn piece of meat every Tom, Dick, and Harry can get their fill of. I've put up with my boss groping me every chance he gets for the last six months and no job is worth this, much less some damn minimum wage data entry gig that doesn't pay the bills. I have a Masters degree in Business Management and I'll be damned if I can find a job in this shit hole town, population nada."You crossed the line this time, Carpenter. Get your stuff. You're fired." His face is beet red, more from embarrassment than anger, but either way, my fate is sealed. I don't figure I have anything to lose at this point so I go for the jugular."I've crossed the line? Are you kidding me? I could own your ass and this company with all the shit you've pulled. You better be glad I haven't taken a notion to calling your wife or forwarding
Strangers Chapter 2:
Pulling into the convenience store, I must've left my brain on the bike. I pay for the gas and walk out, running smack into a wall. Well, technically it's someone's chest, but holy shit, he didn't freaking budge, unless you count his mammoth hand catching my elbow to steady me."Easy, sweetheart." Damn his voice is smooth.My eyes track the path from his fingers up his arm, which is covered in an intricate tribal sleeve. Continuing my perusal to his shoulders, then to his strong jawline, past his nose, right into the most haunting brown eyes I've ever seen."Shit. Excuse me. I'm sorry." I sound like an idiot, but he hasn't let go of my elbow.Suddenly, I realize I braced myself somewhere during the collision against his chest. Each one of my cells feels the heat radiating off the skin, screaming to escape the very well fitted white T-shirt this guy has on. My fingers flinch, or maybe they're trying to cop a feel. Whichever it is, he felt it and rewards me by curling up one side
Strangers Chapter 3:
There's something every woman should know about a Harley: when you're straddling the seat, pressed-even slightly-against the gas tank, and there's a gorgeous guy behind you, all of a sudden every bounce, every vibration, every bump in the damn road becomes erotic. For the record, every move of my hips against his legs seems to cause some arousal from behind as well. I can feel his cock hardening. Holy hell, I'm hyper-aware of his manhood pressing into my backside. I'm distracted, to say the least, and he's not wearing a helmet.As if he knows what I'm thinking, he points up ahead, although I don't see what he's pointing at, and I sure as hell can't hear him over the noise of the bike and the wind. As we approach an intersection, and I use that term very loosely, he motions for me to take a left. I figure what the hell, I don't have a destination in mind anyhow, so I go left.I follow his directions until we are in front of a small cabin perched on the upper end of Lake Keowee. He d
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I wake to the same incredibly sexy man I fell asleep on, apparently quite some time ago. The sun has started to set and it's dusky dark outside.Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I smile feeling the warmth of his arms still around me, his chest under my cheek. I try to look up to see if he's awake without disturbing him. Pulling back slowly, tilting my head up, I hear the slightest of snores. I continue moving my body up from his, not in an effort to escape unnoticed, but in an effort to achieve a sneak attack. He's fucking hot. I didn't get a full on view of his cock when he got in bed but I aim to find out what he's packing and give him a little thank you for the stress relief he provided me a few hours earlier.I carefully ease the blankets back with me as go, using my foot firmly planted between his legs as leverage. When I have enough space to clear his thigh, I ease myself over his hips. Straddling his waist, I peer down at the package, even flaccid, in his sleep, the man is f
Strangers Chapter 5:
Lying in silence, neither of us feeling the need for unnecessary conversation, he turns his head to me. "I'm dying for some water. Can I get you something while I'm up?""Mmm. Water would be fantastic. Thank you." I smile genuinely at him. He's a sweet guy. It's too bad my inner slut muffin decided to pick him for a quickie. He probably would have made good relationship material.He returns with two bottles of ice-cold water, but before handing me mine, he rubs the bottom of it between my breasts, causing me to gasp from the sudden temperature change, then down my stomach, before nudging my legs apart, settling the bottle between my thighs. It feels good, refreshing in an odd way, but damn I'm thirsty, too.He opens the other bottle and hands it to me. I take a long swig while he continues to use the other bottle in his hand to massage my overused lady parts. It's not erotic but definitely intimate. Intimate in a tender way; he's not trying to arouse me, just take care of me.I
Strangers Chapter 6:
I follow him down the hall to the kitchen where he pulls out a pound of ground turkey, a box of angel hair pasta, and a jar of marinara sauce. I laugh realizing what he meant by cheating. Essentially, he's heating stuff up and putting it together. No real cooking, but I don't care. It's ready in less than ten minutes, and moments later we're sitting at his counter eating.I swear this is the best spaghetti I have ever had. He laughs when I tell him, and insists anything would have been good since I haven't eaten in almost twenty-four hours. He may have a point, but we will never know since this is what I'm eating and I love it."Tell me about the bike," he says. It's random but he's certainly not the first person to ask.I start to go into the statistics of my motorcycle. With a mouthful of food, he shakes his head and waves his hand, finishing the bite he's chewing. "No, silly. Tell me why.""Hmm. It was an impulse buy. I was hurt, feeling rejected, and I wanted to regain cont
Strangers Chapter 7: Flight
I'm terrified, plain and simple. It's an irrational fear, but a fear just the same, and it ravages me any time I enter an airport. It never fails: every time I fly, something always happens. My friends think I have adventures. I think it's hell-some of which I bring on myself, some out of my control.I'm embarking on my latest "adventure," driving to the Greenville Spartanburg Airport. My hands are clammy. Mentally, I run down a list of items I need to bring with me. Surely I've forgotten something. The closer I get, the heavier my breathing becomes, the more the paranoia takes hold. Exiting from the freeway, I take the long road, following the signs to long-term parking.Eventually, I'm at the security checkpoint. There must be two hundred people in line. The crowd heightens my anxiety, but I do my best to get through the line without losing my shit. People bump into me, and the TSA agent repeats the same instructions over and over again in a monotonous tone.I finally reach the
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