Serendipitous Love

Unedited. Subject to change and all that. Enjoy!   She stood in front of me completely relaxed despite the fact that she was completely naked, looking at me with her eyebrow raised like she was waiting for me to speak. “What did you do to me?” I asked, bringing a smile to her face, which wasn’t what I was expecting. She took a few steps, closing the distance between us before she tipped her head back a bit to look me in the eyes as her hand closed around my dick, stroking me through the fabric of my boxers. “Nothing you didn’t want.” “You know...

Unedited. Belongs to me, like Reese and Jason. Subject to change. Late Spring. Enjoy! “Just this once… let’s take sides. Pride…aside. Feelings… aside. Inhibitions… outside. Worries… wayside. Protection… bedside. Panties… aside. You… inside. Camera phone? Make you sure you get my good side… alright? Don’t be scared to turn me sideways and get deeper… alright? Ain’t nothing wrong with a good firm grip on my backside… alright? I know it’s good, but stay focused, don’t get sidetracked… alright? Alright. You want to turn it over, flip it over, that’s okay, cause I’m flexible like that. I know it’s pretty, but stay focused … don’t get sidetracked. Take me higher, take me higher, don’t let the pressure subside. You getting tired? Tap...

“Hot damn!” he shouted, and my eyes flew open as I turned around, expecting to have to tend to an injury. Instead, I found him bobbing his head, dancing to imagined music as he pulled a spoon from his mouth. I laughed, wondering how something so downright silly could be so simultaneously sexy. “This is it, Syd,” he said, raising his hand to motion me over. “This is it. Goddamn, this is it.” “It can’t be that good,” I said, shaking my head as I approached the stove. He dipped a clean spoon into the syrup mixture, then lifted it, blowing...

“Welcome to Stacks, pretty ladies. What y’all havin’ today?” The two women on the other side of the counter’s eyes went a little wider when I spoke, and they glanced at each other, exchanging grins before they gave me their attention again. “Can you… say that again?” one of them asked, flipping thick, wavy hair over her shoulder as she leaned over the counter. I suppressed a smile. “Beg pardon?” They exchanged another look, and the one who hadn’t spoken before chimed in. “Beg pardon,” she repeated, giggling as she touched her friend on the shoulder. Fine #1 had her bottom lip pulled between her...

“Come on, mama. I think he’s had enough.” “And I think you should mind your business.” I blew out a sigh as my mother scooped another helping of macaroni and cheese on Sean’s plate, beside the baked chicken wings she’d placed there the moment before. The corners of Sean’s mouth turned into a little smile, and he met my gaze with a subtle shrug. At least he was maintaining his sanity – and expanding his waistline – with my mother around. Two weeks had gone by, and my parents were still here. I was starting to question the wisdom of three bedrooms and...

(sample is unedited & subject to change. Enjoy!) “You weren’t even eating them,” she shrugged, happily chewing the last fry before she delicately wiped her hands and mouth with her napkin. I shook my head as I stood up, leaving enough money to cover our lunch bill plus a tip on the table. “That’s beside the point. You didn’t see me with my fingers in your plate did you?” “No,” she said, accepting my hand to lead her outside to my truck. “But don’t act like you wouldn’t love to get your hands in my cookie jar, Sean.” She murmured those words in my...

(sample is unedited, and subject to change. enjoy!) I’d been making it a point to spend the early parts of the day at the Pot Liquor site, so I could “check in” at Fallon’s in the evening, when she was usually home. It was a short window between the end of her workday and when we stopped for the day, so I had to be strategic about it, but I was good at finding reasons to send the guys home, and stay at her house a little longer. And she never seemed to mind. Especially on the days when her eyes were pink...

from Fall In Love Again -- available now: On Amazon & Kindle Unlimited “Charlie?” As I turned the corner into the prep area, she looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes. She averted her gaze, then went back to her task of… chopping vegetables. I approached her slowly — because she was kinda obviously tipsy, with a big knife in her hand — placing a hand on her back as I moved to stand beside her.  She’d put on a chef’s coat over her clothes, and once I was at the counter with her, I realized that she was chopping ingredients for the...

[caption id="attachment_3774" align="alignleft" width="351"] Spring 2015[/caption] It was baffling to me that Adrian actually thought I was going to wait around for him while he served a sentence in federal prison. Like… real ass prison. He had to be kidding. I could accept that I’d committed my life to a man who was — without question — not my “soul mate”. I could not accept that I’d married a criminal. Until they started showing up at the house, and freezing our accounts, and news vans started showing up in the front yard. Couldn’t really be in denial after that, which is why I was preparing...

(side note: I have a shiny new "books" page set up, finally! Check it out here!) “What’s going on with you?” I frowned, then shrugged, suddenly self-conscious under his careful inspection. “Nothing.” Carter raised an eyebrow, taking the last few steps to put him barely a foot in front of me. “It’s definitely not nothing.” “Because you know me so well?” He grinned. “Well enough to know that your whole vibe is off. I mean, I didn’t even realize you owned solid clothes. I’ve never seen you in less than four colors and you’re standing in front of me in dark jeans, black sweater, and...