All Chapters of WILD PLEASURE {short stories}: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“The fantasies we swapped over the radio—were those kind of a bucket list, or were you just makin’ stuff up?” His eyes caught and held hers.She felt like a deer who’d been cornered by a large and hungry predator, despite the ridiculously long lashes shielding his dark eyes.Outside it got dark and then darker, the stars popping out into the night sky. The crickets sang up a storm and an owl called, swooping in for a midnight snack. She had to figure out something to do with Cole Henry and fast.“I . . .” She opened her mouth. Closed it. The problem was, she had wanted to experience the fantasies she’d shared with him. Sort of. What she hadn’t expected, however, was this man sitting beside her, watching her.“I’m not expectin’ you to do anything,” he said. “I came up here because you needed a new radio. We could leave it at that. But—” He shrugged casually, although there was nothing casual about his big body. “If you wanted . . .”“If I wanted, then what?” She flicked on her flashlig

Morning brought one more fire.Smoke curled up from a nearby canyon. The small puff of smoke wasalmost cheerful, more Santa Claus working his pipe or cotton balls than anything ominous. Looks were deceptive.“Fresh.” She was talking to herself and she probably should have been concerned. Instead, she followed the smoke up, then examined the origin. “No haze yet.”The way that smoke went straight up with no telltale drift up canyon meant the fire hadn’t been burning for long. She’d watch for a few and see what happened. Sometimes, after a lightning storm like the ones that had struck Widow’s Peak the other night, you got little sleeper fires. This might be a few flames inside an old tree and it might burn itself out quickly.Twenty minutes later, the column was twice as wide and growing. Her gut screamed this fire was going to be a bitch. And it was close, only four or five miles from Widow’s Peak. The smoke drifted over the ridge and hung low over the trees on the edge of the clearin

Waking up in bed with Cole was sexy—even if they didn’t quite fit on her mattress. The added layer of closeness was definitely no hardship. At some point during the night, he’d wrapped his arms around her and tugged her head onto his chest. At least, that was her preferred theory and she was sticking to it. The other possibility was that she’d simply assaulted the man in his sleep, crawling right on top of him.Still, she took full advantage of her current position. Lifting her head, she watched his face. Since he was asleep, he was in no position to complain. Plus, the man had unfairly long lashes. She ran a finger over the stubble on his jaw. Rough and sexy, just the way she liked him.One minute, he was asleep, eyes closed. The next, he was awake and staring back at her. “Hey,” he said. That was all, but his arms tightened around her, his thumb stroking a little circle at the top of her spine.“Morning, hotshot.” Leaning forward, she kissed him.Long minutes later, he broke off the

He pulled away from her face and switched places with Charlie. He positioned himself at her entrance and rammed into her. He felt the warmjizz of his colleague immediately clinging to his shaft but he made abstraction of it. The snugness of her pussy trumped everything else. He placed her legs over his shoulders and got a nice rhythm going.The CEO gazed at Michael. “Hey you, are you a fag?” “No, sir.”“Well, prove it then. Come and join us.”“Yes, sir.”Michael approached timidly. Carol let go of everyone else, lifted herself sideways, and dove for his rod. She wrapped her fingers around his girth and took him into her hot mouth. She made twisting motions while sucking on his flesh. He had never felt this good in his life.“Oh,” Charlie exclaimed. “I think Carol has a new favorite!”The guys laughed around him but Michael didn’t hear any of it. Watching the woman of his dreams blowing him -- no, making love to his cock -- was so overwhelming that everything else faded.“You ready fo

Valerie clutched her briefcase close to her chest as she hurried down the hall. She would be late to class if she weren’t careful, and she couldn’t slack on her teaching duties any more — the dean was starting to notice. She wished Marcus let her button up her blouse higher. It was bad enough constantly near-flashing her almost all-male class of virile college students. She didn’t need her colleagues seeing the wanton display of cleavage as well.The hallway was empty, and Valerie was thankful for that, at least. Until she turned the corner and bumped straight into him. He was standing there, waiting for her.Grinning wolfishly.Marcus.The door to an empty classroom was beside him. He pushed it open.“After you,” he said. “Slut.”Valerie glared at him briefly and marched through the doorway. “I’llbe late for class, you know—” she began.“Oh, I know,” Marcus said. “And you’ll be even later than me. Youknow we can’t walk in together.” She’d told him that at their first encounter, and