Sounding charmingly embarrassed, Darell explained, “Elliott wrote it down when he dropped you off that night.” “He did?” She smiled, feeling Elliott was on her side and had been without her even knowing. “Okay then. Come on over.” He hung up without saying goodbye and she almost threw the phone in the air with happiness. But then she looked around. Oh shit. The place was a mess. All the discarded outfits from earlier were on her bed. There were dishes in the sink. The place looked like a shoebox compared to Danny’s, and she freaked out, running to put things away and make it at least somewhat presentable. One minute later there was a knock on the door. With her arms full of clothes ready to shove in the closet, she turned toward the sound. “Hello?” Darrell’s muffled voice came back, “It’s me.” Her jaw dropped. She threw the clothes into the closet, slammed the door and ran to let him in, swearing under her breath for being such a slob. “Hi!” “Hey.” He leaned against the doorfr
The moment Darrell nodded, Raine thought she might cum right then as his eyes began to glow. He stiffened as she tightened around him. He groaned, “You feel so good.” Through parted waiting lips she whispered, “I want to invite my best friend.” He gave two hard thrusts, then asked, “What’s her name?” Two more thrusts. Raine gasped and dug her nails in deeper until he winced. “Jonathan.” Darrell paused and buried himself to the hilt. “I’m sorry. What? Your best friend is a man?” She opened her mouth, begging for a kiss. He waited for an answer. “Uh uh, no. Who is this guy?” She let go of his arms and grabbed his ass, pulling her hips up to bring him in deeper. “He’s gay,” she grinned. “Don’t look so jealous.” Darrell chuckled and pounded her hard a few times, groaning and working her body with his. He stopped and panted, “Anyone else?” She stared at the beads of sweat sliding down his beautiful neck. “My mother can’t be here by Tuesday. She’s going to kill me.” “She’ll get over
Nate snorted and entwined his fingers with Bonnie’s. “Could have been us who left the impression. Take your ego down a notch.” Elliott grinned, his dimple deep. “Seriously? Are you serious right now?” “This is not about you!” Darrell shouted with mock anger. Raine started laughing. His gaze landed on her. “This is our turn.” “Well, let’s get started or Jonas here will need a tissue for the amount of snot that’s building up,” Danny called out. Everyone turned to look at Jonathan who covered his face. “You’re a mean man!” he said through a stifled sob. He looked pretty freaking cute all dolled up like that with eyes matching his dress. “I just love a non-conventional wedding. Sue me!” “Thank you for being here, Jonathan,” Raine smiled. He nodded, unable to answer. Darrell took his bride-to-be by the hands and walked her to stand facing one another before the Clerk. The ceremony began and the formal words were spoken. When it was time to give the vows, the man knew better than to t
“Raine baby. It’s probably your momma,” Jonathan said. Raine stopped walking and Darrell stayed with her, telling the others. “You go on ahead. We’ll meet you there.” They nodded and headed off but Jonathan stayed behind. Raine looked at the phone. “That’s not my mom’s number.” She answered it. “Hello? Oh, Janetta? Hey, what’s up?” Darrell could easily hear the conversation, so he eavesdropped. “It’s D, Raine,” Janetta said. “Oh no… Is she gone?” “What? No, no. The old bitty’s still crackling. But I wanted you to know her kids are here.” Raine’s gaze shifted from the ground to Darrell, then to Jonathan as she told him, “D has visitors. Her kids!” Jonathan gaped at her. Everyone knew she never had anyone come by. “No way!” But then confusion hit Raine. “Why are you telling me this, Janetta?” Jonathan whispered with heavy sarcasm, “Does she want to borrow money or eat your firstborn?” Raine waved him silently. Darrell didn’t know the history, but from the way, this Janetta p
Darrell grinned at Raine and leaned in to press a tender kiss into her parted lips. Pulling away, he said, “I thought you were going to say you didn’t want children.” A laugh burst out as she shook her head a little. “No! I want them. But you’ve met my mom. They had kids so quickly that it became all about us. And I grew up wondering why my parents didn’t kiss, or hold hands. Or even seem to love each other. I want them to see how crazy I am about you. If I had a baby now, I know I would love that little child so much that I would be distracted.” Darrell’s eyes clouded over and his spine straightened. It was clear the idea that the child might come first in her affections had never occurred to him. He frowned and glanced at the street, images dancing in his imagination. “We should wait.” She stifled the laugh that time, and scooted closer to him. “Just a little while. Oh, and I’m not quitting my job. So let’s just drop that, too, for good.” From the corners of his eyes, he scrutin
Welcome to Volume Four of When Mates Collide. This volume will proceed from where volumes one, two, and three stopped. With Nate, Elliott, and Darrell finding their happily ever after, we are left with our cynical bad boy, Danny, whose heart needs mending. Due to this, this volume will focus on Danny as the first main character and everyone else as the supporting main character. I can't wait to dive into writing his story and I hope you are just as excited as I am. Don't hesitate to let me know your thoughts in the comments section, I would love to hear from you. Also, you can check out my mafia book; To Love A Bologna whenever you can. Trust me, you'll love it. xoxo, Author Jenival.___Danny bent the eager woman over, her bare ass displayed for him and all of New Crossia to admire, that was if they happened to have binoculars and were looking out from a skyscraper higher than this one’s rooftop. He gave her sweet rear a stinging smack. Her immediate moan made his dick harder.
Danny stepped onto Seventh Avenue as memories flooded him of the last time he’d seen his gorgeous cunt-whore ex. Her long flaxen hair blew in the Atlantic breeze as she gazed at the ocean, waves lit mystically by a new moon. Her green eyes were darker in the low light. There was something behind them that should have had him worried. “Are you feeling better?” he’d asked, walking out to stand beside her. They’d borrowed a friend’s place and it was only their first night there. He couldn’t wait to tear off her yellow, cotton sundress, but she’d demurred, claiming a stomachache. Then she’d come out here. Like she hadn’t heard the question she stared ahead, high tide waves crashing eight short feet away. He glanced to the wood floor beneath their bare feet and saw in his periphery, her orange-painted toenails wiggling. It occurred to him then that maybe she wasn’t truly ill after all; maybe something greater was on her mind. With his supernatural hearing, he listened for her heart rate
The next day, movers showed up to pack her things. She was not with them. Danny never called her. She never called him. Until now. Walking tonight on Seventh Avenue, Danny pulled out his phone and dialed his best friend. Darrell reliably answered on the second ring. “Yo.” “Meet me for a drink.” There was a pause. “Don’t say no.” He could hear it reflected in his shattered voice that he needed this. Darrell heard it, too, because he called out to his new bride, “Babe, Danny needs me.” “I don’t need you,” Danny grumbled. “I just need a drink.” “Danny says he can’t live without me right now.”Danny chuckled despite himself. “What, did I call Elliott without knowing it?” Darrell was too busy listening to her holler back from the bathroom, “Of course. Do what you need to.” That was all Danny needed to hear. He hung up and spun around in a slow circle, his eyes on the old-gum-covered sidewalk, his hands shoved into his pants pockets. The night air felt cold to him, which wasn’t nor
But then he heard someone behind him in the doorway and he spun around to see Linda standing there with her suitcase in one hand, her light blue coat in the other, keys jingling as she nervously fiddled. She asked, quietly “Are you okay?” the rain pattering loudly behind her. With all the self-discipline he could barely muster, he struggled against his wolf and cracked his neck as he gave a very curt nod and grated through gritted teeth, “My…friend…seems to have left.” “You need a ride somewhere?” Danny blinked to the ground and then back to her. He grimaced and commanded his wolf to calm the fuck down. Gasping for air, he said, “Excuse me a moment. Please, don’t leave.” He walked to the bathroom and shut the door, splashing water on his face. The cold baptism he coupled with direct and soothing, silent mantras. I’ve got this. I can do this. Control. Control yourself. Let her go. She had to leave. Let her go. You are stronger than this. Afraid he’d lose his ride out of here, he q
He listened at the door to make sure what he heard wasn’t some kinky, consensual sex play. It wasn’t. He stepped back, looked left and right for anyone watching. No one was around. He closed his eyes and listened for heartbeats in nearby cars. The lot was empty of human beings. He focused on the door and took a single step back. Cracking his neck, his eyes began to glow and with all his supernatural strength he shot out a powerful kick. The door split in two, splintering at the hinges. A disgusting sight waited for him inside. The dead-eyed employee of the motel had a woman of at least sixty against the wall. At the explosion, they both looked toward the door. Her eyes were wide with terror and shock, his narrowed in irritation at the interruption. Her suitcase lay on its side on the ground like she’d tried to throw it at him, the contents splayed on shag carpet. The attacker had a bite mark in his arm, but now was pinning hers. Her polyester pants were down around only one ankle and
Danny collapsed on top of her trembling body, panting as Kat held him close. She kissed his neck, lacing her fingers into his damp hair. But without a word he got up and pulled out, leaping off the bed like she was contagious. He strode swiftly to the bathroom, slammed the door and then had the audacity on top of everything, to fucking lock it. On shaking elbows, she rose up and stared at the door. The shower came on, muffled through the walls. She blinked at the sound, unable to believe what she was hearing. “Oh my God,” she whispered, stunned and terribly hurt. Getting up, she slowly paced the room. Her shirt was broken, as were her bra and panties. Only her jeans were intact so she put them on, went to his suitcase and pulled out one of his t-shirts, a black one she would no doubt swim in. Slipping it over her bedhead, she grabbed a pair of his dress socks and put them on, too. As she tugged on her sneakers, the shower turned off. She froze then ran for the door, swooping down to
He released her, glanced to the guy behind the gun-proof glass watching the scene with interest. “Come on,” Danny grumbled, reaching for his suitcase. The fact that he held the door again was a miracle but that’s just what he did. She hesitated. He cocked his chin as if to say, Well, what are you waiting for? “You never cease to amaze me,” she snarled at him, walking cautiously past like he might slam it on her if she wasn’t careful. As soon as they were outside, he led the way with the self-confidence of someone who knew she would follow. “Why am I staying here with you? Am I a glutton for punishment or what?” Under the minimal shelter of an insufficient awning they made their way to Room 7, millions of drops hitting them from the left. Without finesse he jammed the key in the lock and again held open the door for her. “Since when are you a gentleman?” “I’ve always been a gentleman. Have you really forgotten that?” She shrugged and walked inside, looking around the original décor
“Wish I had a towel,” she smiled. He stared at her until it faded away. “What are you doing up here? Is this your car?” “It’s my parent’s car, which you would know if you’d ever come over to their home. And I’m going to MarhVelly.” She paused at his expression. “What? Why the face?” Danny stared at her. There’s no fucking way. He pushed wet hair away from his forehead and asked in a very low voice, “Why are you going to MarhVelly, Kat?” Flustered she blinked back to the road. “Lobster. I’ve never had it there, and I’ve always wanted to.” Pointing ahead, she glanced over to him, “Oh no, looks like an accident.” He turned and saw ominous lights of both fire engines and police cars spinning through the storm. He and Kat were quiet as they waited to see how bad the damage was. A car was turned over, the driver nowhere to be seen. Probably already taken away by a speeding ambulance. Two more driverless cars lay on one another in the fast lane. A tow truck was busy pulling the upturned
“Okay, I can handle this,” he said, under his breath, not believing it. As though on dramatic cue, lightning illuminated the heavens followed instantly by powerful claps of thunder. In heavy undulating sheets, the rain exploded from the darkness, assaulting his Audi A4 Sedan. With every curse word he could think of he searched for the windshield wipers. He hit the turn signal, accidentally turned off the lights and put them back on, and hit the cruise control. “For what I paid for this piece of shit, the wipers should be zipping on their own at the first drop of rain.” Finally, the wipers moved and he cranked them up full gear. Exhaling, he sat back, gripping the wheel. “If Eli could see me now. He’d never let me live this ineptitude down.” For two miles he drove fairly quickly despite the storm until suddenly red taillights illuminated the darkness. Stopped traffic. “SHIT!” He slammed the brakes and hydroplaned to a diagonal stop, narrowly missing the rear end of a Subaru. Panting,
“It’s called conversation. Someday you’ll learn how to participate in one. The car is there. Gas it up before you bring it back. And remember to let Jonathan put the gas in. A man wants to be the man,” Marcy replied. “You think so, eh?" Kat paused near their coat rack filled with scarves and coats. Quite a few hats were hung on the rungs as well, each assigned to at least one memory, not all of them good. “I’m going over to get the car now. Is Dad there?” “Your father is sitting across from me. So no.” “Since when do you and Dad have lunch together?” She frowned at all of it. It seemed like every inch was seeped in memories. Breaking up sucks so badly. “What’s going on?” “Your mother and I are getting to know one another again!” Henry Zane called out, loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to make an undignified scene. Kat stared into her parent’s past, at the infidelities on both their parts, the fights, the estrangements. “Is this true, Mom?” “Oh, it’s Mom now, is it?” h
As soon as he hit send, Danny jumped up and headed for the bathroom easily the size of a small Crossia studio. He hadn’t held back when he’d renovated this unit. After the Co-op approved him, he’d gutted the place to match his taste. Everything elegant. Shining. Black or charcoal grey, with the ceilings white for an added feeling of space. His bathroom had two showerheads with room for four people, not two. There was a separate, Jacuzzi bathtub. If he and his wolf friends were going to live like humans, they should live like the best of them, since by default werewolves were superior already. Not that human beings would see it that way. He ran the water extra hot and stripped off his clothes, kicking the annoyingly tight shoes aside with extra gusto. As soon as the scalding water hit his sore back, he sighed long and loud. Then he turned and got a surprise. It felt a little better than he thought it would. He glanced down. “What the fuck?” He was hard as a rock. Now that he was payi
This was her chance to make a run for it…or to commit to him for good. He was a good man. Such a good man. Her family loved him, probably more than she did. He’d make an okay father except for the probability that he’d not teach them anything new. He’d probably just make carbon copies of him, a man designed by the term “normal.” For God’s sake, Don’t Rock the Boat was one of his favorite things to say whenever Kat had a contrary opinion she meant to voice among their judgmental social circles. “Well, Kat. What is it?” Her body was as tense as though she were about to cage-dive with Great Whites. She closed her eyes begging for the answer from her angels, or anyone who could tell her that she should follow her heart. The room was so quiet. She held her breath, waiting. A small voice inside of her whispered, You know what you have to do, and suddenly she inhaled. “Kat, you’re scaring me.” Meeting his frightened brown eyes, she shook her head with sadness. “I’m sorry, Joe. I can’t ma