Being good is highly overrated. Just think about it. You follow the rules, stay between the lines, do without that THING you want or the WHO you want and what happens? You live to regret it. I’m already sorry for some decisions I’ve made, just trying to be good and doing what was expected of me.
You know, Mark Twain said at the end of the day (your life) we won’t regret the things we did, what we’ll regret are the things we didn’t do.
Now, I could go back and rehash the mistakes I’ve made in the past, the times that I did what other people wanted me to do instead of what I longed to do, but that would be fruitless. It’s water under the bridge. I’ve always tended to try and please people, even when fulfilling their expectations of me causes me to lay my own desires aside. BUT NO MORE!
I want to start a movement, a wave, a revolution of people who choose to take steps to make their own dreams come true! Now, ‘being bad’ doesn’t necessarily mean – lol – breaking the law or getting shot by a jealous wife. Most of the time things we consider bad are things like spending money on ourselves, or maybe binge watching a show when there is ironing to be done. You might want to take that dream vacation you’ve been putting off because spending money on yourself is not something you’re inclined to do. You know what I mean. Take a chance - ask that guy out that you’ve been speaking to in the grocery produce department for the last six months – or be brave and tell your husband you’d really like to have more oral sex. Ha! Be bad!
My Dad always ate dessert first, just in case. I’m not sure what he was worried about happening so he would miss dessert – choking, running out of sweets or the rapture (ye old Baptist religious reference) but I’ve seen him skip the entrees, salads and vegetables and fill his plate with coconut pie and chocolate cake. After he’d had his fill of the good stuff, he’d go and eat something else, if he wasn’t too full I guess. When he died, that was one of the things I thought about, I’m glad he got to eat all of the dessert he wanted.
So join me, my fellow do-gooders. Those of you who have lived by the rules of always doing what’s expected, of putting others first, of letting what you want take a back seat. Let’s take a stand and decide we’re going to be bad for once - - or twice! Every day I want to get up and say, “what can I do that will make me happy today”. Believe it or not, I have spent years ignoring that very thing. When you live for others instead of living for yourself, you tend to get lost in the shuffle. And losing yourself is one of the saddest things in the world.
So, here we go. These aren’t New Year’s Resolutions, these are NEW LIFE Resolutions! I resolve to take more bubble baths. I will go to a convention next year, even if it kills me – ha! I will bring more flowers inside my home. I will kiss my dogs. I will buy an expensive pair of shoes. I will go out to eat more. I will take walks to see the sunset, even when my word count isn’t completely finished. Do you get my drift?
Now, let’s try not to go bankrupt, get arrested or cause a riot. ROFL. Instead, let’s WEAR MORE JEWELRY, DRINK MORE CHAMPAGNE, WINK AT MORE GUYS, HAVE MORE SEX, EAT MORE CHOCOLATE and make MORE DREAMS COME TRUE.
To enter this month’s contest for any ebook of mine you’d like to choose – tell me how you intend to put yourself first – for a change.
Here’s an example of me ‘being bad’ – sex hot enough to melt concrete.
FROM TEXAS WILDFIRE – on sale now, to be released on AUGUST 4th.
It wasn’t the way he looked at her, even though his intense gaze made her wet. It wasn’t the nice things he did for her, although his thoughtfulness made her feel important. She wanted Titan and the main reason was just…him. He was sexy, sweet, smart and hot as hell. By the time they were ready to go to bed, Makenna was so ready for him, she wanted to ride him like a horse. Her bold thought made her blush, but she just went with it. They’d been relaxing in front of the television. He’d been enjoying a glass of local Moscato, but Makenna had only taken a sip. Until she found out for sure about the baby, she wouldn’t risk alcohol.
But right now she wanted something more potent—him. Makenna took his glass from his hand and set it down. Standing up slowly, she walked to the door. It took a lot of courage, but she turned, giving him a heated glance. “Titan, I can’t wait any longer. I need you. In bed. Now.” Then, she just turned and walked to his room.
Titan didn’t delay long, only enough to come to his senses. He sprang from the couch, bounded up the stairs, kicked the door closed and ripped off his shirt in one mighty move. Makenna’s eyes widened, not only at all the muscle he’d exposed but because he was stalking her across the room like a great big cat. When he reached her, she kissed him right over his heart but eased away when he tried to catch her hand. “No, I want a chance to just…look at you.” Slowly, she started to circle him. “I’ve watched you, wanted you for so long. The day of the calendar shoot, I stood at the back of the room…and my panties got wet from looking at you. Just you. The only sex in my life that counted was what I’ve had with you.”
Titan went still. This was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever experienced. “You like looking at me about half as much as I enjoy looking at you.” But he wasn’t crazy. If Titan could make her a little crazier for him, he would. After all, he figured it would pay off—in bed. He tried to make it look natural, but he stretched a little, moved his body and flexed a muscle or two.
When Makenna came to his back, she gave in, using both hands to caress him from neck to arms, planting a kiss as high on his back as she could reach. And then she paused to skim her night shirt over her head, leaned in and rubbed on him, brushing her stiff hungry nipples back and forth across his back. As her face was pressed to his skin, she felt his chest rumble from a deep-throated growl. Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed against him, her hands beginning to move. “I want to be as close to you as I can get.”
Titan thought he could be still. He tried. Those small, soft hands of hers crept up from his waist and covered his pecs, rubbing, the palms caressing his nipples. He looked down. His cock was trying to push out of his pants. “You’re teasing the beast, baby.”
Makenna smiled against his skin. What was amazing about all of this was that he was powerful, a male animal in his prime. He could hurt her if he wanted to, but she had no fear whatsoever. Titan would cut off his arm before he would harm one hair on her head. “You’re so sexy, Titan. I’m wet for you.”
She didn’t make it around to his front by herself, she had help. He pulled her around, lunged at her mouth, taking both of her breasts in his hands. As he ravished her mouth, Titan tugged on her nipples. She arched against him, sliding one hand up his chest to encircle his neck. His mouth slid off of hers, spreading a trail of hot kisses over her throat and collarbone. She followed his lead, licking and kissing his throat, then his jaw. Her spare hand wasn’t idle, she teased his nipple, lightly scoring it with her fingernails. “Enough, babe, I’m dying.” With one easy move, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
“Now the pants, cowboy.” She lay there, spread out and ready for him.
He wasted no time or movement, losing the jeans as fast as he’d lost the shirt. “Better?” He knew his cock was appreciative, it had been living in cramped quarters.
“Come lie on top of me. I need to feel your weight.” This she wouldn’t try to explain, but the sheer bulk of him on top of her made Makenna feel sheltered, enveloped—enclosed. No one could touch her when he stood between her and the world.
“Give me that mouth,” he growled, nipping her bottom lip, eating at her lips. Makenna reveled in his lust, clinging to him and kissing him back just as feverishly. When he pulled away, she thought she’d weep, but he moved down her body, ending up at her feet. Picking up one leg, he caressed the arch, kissing a path from ankle to knee. “Roll over.”
Makenna turned over so quickly, she hoped she preserved some sense of grace. She was so excited. Her arousal was flowing down the inside of her thigh.
“Up on your knees, face in the pillow.”
About two seconds after she’d done as he asked, she felt his mouth against her pussy. “Oh, yes, God, yes.” Not being able to see what he was doing just made it more intense. A lick from his talented tongue made her groan and when he spread her open with his fingers and buried his face in her sex she thought she’d black out. Makenna perched her ass in the air, pushing back, pressing her pussy into his face.
After that, all she could do was hang onto the sheet, because he made it his personal mission to make her scream—and he was very successful. Makenna came so hard she bit a hole in his pillowcase.
Titan couldn’t believe the sight before him. He’d hit the damn love jackpot. There was no sexier woman in the world. For him, she was it. Taking his engorged cock in hand, he fit himself into her cleft, sliding in her cream before pulling back and pushing the head into her opening ever so slowly.
Makenna almost said something about a condom, but she was weak. She was addicted to the feel of him. If something happened, it was on her. She wanted him, she couldn’t deny it. She wanted him forever. So, wanting his child was a natural extension. “More,” she whimpered and he worked his way in halfway. When he pulled back to thrust in, she countered his move, impaling herself on his big cock.
“Mercy!” he bellowed, as his body shook with the need to explode. “Hold on, I can’t stop now.” Grabbing her hips, he began to fuck her hard, covering her back, kissing her neck, grazing the soft flesh with his teeth. When she tightened down around him, milking his cock, Titan saw stars.
Taking her hips in his hands, he held her right where he needed her. Make no mistake about it, he might be on top, but she was calling the shots. At any time, if she gave any hint that she wanted him to let up, to stop, he’d cease and desist. Instead, she begged for him, “More, Ti, harder, more!”
Giving her what she needed, Titan hammered into her. Her little channel caressed him, milked him, burned him with her hunger. “Come for me, baby, I need you so much.” He slid his hands around to her front, one grasping a quivering globe, the other delving between her legs to find her clit.
Titan didn’t know if it was his words or his touch, but she bloomed for him, her body responding in the age-old way of a woman surrendering to a man. With a sexy cry, she came all over him, the pulsing spasms of her channel pushing him over the cliff—a stampede of sensation that kept his cock moving in and out of her long after the clasps of her pussy muscles had milked him of every drop.
Pulling out, he wrapped an arm around her and took her with him, him landing on his back and her spread on top of him like jam on toast. “Did I satisfy you, my Makenna?”
“Completely.” She sighed, relaxing fully against him. “Completely.”
I got a new car! Yes! No, I didn’t get the Batman Corvette Stingray. While I was shopping for it, the young athletic man who was selling it to me got in the car to demonstrate all of its bells and whistles and when he finished, he almost was not able to get out of it. The car sits on the ground, you see. He pulled and strained and spread his legs and yanked on the steering wheel and finally managed to push/pull his way out of the car. I knew then, it wasn’t for me. I am too clumsy to own a car that you have to roll out of – — so I went another direction. Still, a snazzy car – a BMW 750LI – – dark, dark graphite with saddle interior.
So, on the way home, there was a lot of traffic. I live off of 360 in Austin and rush hour is way crowded. This particular day as I was coming off 183 from the dealership with my brand new car, there had been two fender-benders and I was creeping. It wasn’t so bad, I was playing with buttons and looking at the wood grain on the dash and finagling with the seat controls. And then it happened… I was sitting in traffic behind another car waiting to move my requisite four inches when my car just died! I mean there was no engine sound, no air sound – I was sitting in a new, dead, one-hundred grand, brand spanking new car on the crowded freeway and I didn’t even know how to turn on the dang car phone yet! What am I to do? I was startled, scared, and PO’ed to the inth degree. But – – – the car moved ahead of me, I lifted my foot off the brake and my car started back up. WTF?
That was just the beginning of adventures with my new car. I have named him – his name is Victor. For some reason the car reminds me of Victor Newman from the Young and the Restless. What can I say? My car has this attitude. I almost don’t feel good enough for him, I think when I’m not looking he turns his grill up at me. Anyway, a couple of days after I got Victor home, I finished TEXAS WILDFIRE and got it off to the editors. I then decided to take a working break and travel to one of the settings of my next book, a HELL YEAH!, IF I CAN DREAM – Tennessee and Molly’s story. He’s a tracker and I wanted him to meet her in Big Bend Country. So, Victor and I packed up and headed off way down south, about six hours from Austin on the Rio Grande, the border between Texas and Mexico.
Victor likes to be in control. He has this overhead display in the windshield, this hologram thing that tells me if I’m going too fast. If I get too close to the car in front of me, Victor slows down. If I get near the right-of-way or stray too near the lane beside me, Victor shakes his steering wheel at me. If I travel too many hours without stopping, Victor announces on the screen that we need to take a break and gives me options listed for places to stop. I’m afraid to argue, Victor is bigger than me.
And I have to watch Victor, he’s a tease. Let me tell you what he did…
Now for those of you who don’t know Big Bend National Park – it’s gorgeous – it’s intimidating – it’s remote as hell! You don’t just accidentally go there, you have to drive to the ends of the earth to get there. That’s why it is the least visited national park in the US, where places like the Grand Canyon or Yellowstone get five million visitors a year, Big Bend gets three hundred thousand. But for those willing to make the drive, it’s worth it.
I checked into this unique ritzy/rustic restored Old West hotel that now has a luxury spa, an outstanding restaurant and all of the nice amenities you can think of – – – BUT it had a low flow shower, no TV, and you couldn’t lower the thermostat beyond 70 degrees. For someone who is used to sleeping at 63 degrees, that’s hot. Hell, I had to buy a fan to blow on me and the dogs. And speaking of dogs, these animals had the full back seat to themselves – let me show you.
And were they satisfied? NO! Everybody wanted in the front seat. And you’ve never lived until you have tried to drive around hair-pin tight mountain curves with drop offs of thousands of feet with two dachshunds standing on your lap trying to peer over the steering wheel. And Mojo decided to whine about everything – it was too cold, too hot, the window was too high, he needed to poop, he was bored – haha – Abby Grace is a better traveler.
And now for the reason I wrote this blog post. Are you ready? Now you will know why I write books. I have this out of control imagination!!!
Let me set the stage… There are only two ways into Big Bend – Highway 385 and Highway 118. And we’re talking remote here. Remote as in miles and miles of the Chihuahuan Desert. This is the type of country you see on television where the man is dragging himself through the sand and cactus with his tongue hanging out. I mean people die here! The main causes of death in the park is not bears or mountain lions – of which there are both! It’s dehydration and hypothermia. So, you do not want to break down. There is no cell phone service. But what you do have in plenteous supply is border patrol.
Now, let me stop here before you get your hackles up one way or the other. I am a Texan and we have a border with Mexico which is a bone of contention for the whole nation. Both of the nations involved in fact. And you know I am sympathetic to all concerned. If you’ve read THUNDERBIRD about the sexy Kyle Chancellor and his Hannah, you’ll remember Hannah was an undocumented immigrant (engaged to the conservative candidate for the Texas Governorship – – yep, that was quite a story) ANYWAY, I do not sit in judgement. But what you need to know is there is no wall at this part of the border. The river can be waded across here. But why would you do it? To get to the border from Mexico at this point, one would have had to cross miles and miles of inhospitable desert, only to cross the tiny band of water and face another stretch of miles and miles of inhospitable desert and mountains. There are better places to cross.
Regardless, there was a border patrol station that one has to pass on the way in and out of the park. In fact they have one lane of traffic blocked off so that can inspect each and every car. They don’t inspect you going in, they stop you coming out. So, here we go. Victor and I pass the first border patrol station and enter the park. It was fairly intimidating. All of these white trucks and vans and cameras set up on both sides of the road. I smiled and waved as I entered. Started to say, Yes, I’m Sable Hunter. I write erotic romance, so many of you are so handsome and ripped – may I take your picture? But I didn’t. I behaved. We drove on in the park and the scenery hit me between the eyes – WHAM! Mountains and gullies and hills and cactus and brilliant venues on every side. I was in awe! And of course there were planes and helicopters every once in a while. I suppose they were looking for poor souls trying to enter the country, traversing this hostile landscape. IN OTHER WORDS, if you don’t realize it by now – My imagination was working overtime and I was really in the midst of my own Sable Hunter book or maybe a Quentin Tarantino movie.
Despite the Homeland Security hoopla there was no traffic. I might as well have been the only person on the face of the earth. I was surrounded by beauty, two dogs and a cranky car. So, I decided to take pictures. Now, there was no place to pull over, so I just stopped in the road to get out and take a picture of this looming mountain with enough foothills to mimic bubble-wrap. And when I did, I heard it – the far-off wail of a siren. Imagine it. It was like you’re in your home and you hear an ambulance and a police car in the distance, you wonder what’s going wrong. My mind went into high gear – sirens! And then I realized it was probably an intimidation factor. If anyone were trying to traverse this desert, the sound of the sirens would have them worried and looking over their shoulder at every opportunity. It made me feel funny. As I stepped away from the car, I forgot about the siren, I was too entranced with the beauty in front of me, but I did notice a strange silver disc on a pole in the distance – and I thought, Yea, they have installed speakers in the desert to transmit siren noises like they used to pump loud rock music at the drug-lord Noriega’s stronghold trying to drive him crazy enough to surrender.
Do you see how my mind works?
Anyway, back to my story. I went deeper into the park and every time I got out of the car to take a photo or inspect an exhibit, I heard the distant sirens. Once I was away from the car, I’d sorta forget about them. But I heard them over and over again. I started trying to figure out a way to incorporate the sirens into my story – the method didn’t come to me right away, but I knew it would. When I stopped for pamphlets at Panther Junction, where there was a smidge of internet, I even googled ‘Sirens in the desert’, ‘Sirens on the border’, ‘Sirens in Big Bend’. But you know what? I found Nothing. Nada!
Oh well, I went on. More gorgeous scenery. More magnificent cliffs and hills and drop offs and desert. I have pictures!
As I drove, my mind worked and I kept taking pictures. The sirens seemed to follow me as I drove the hours and hours through the park. And then like a ray of sunshine, clarity finally came.
The only time I heard the distant sirens was when I was getting out of Victor. When I would step away, the sirens faded to nothing. To my absolute amazement, horror, chagrin – what have you, I realized VICTOR WAS MAKING THE SIREN NOISE! Every time I would get up out of the seat, the balance or air flow or suspension would readjust. I guess my butt was just big enough to make it go through this redistribution of air, making this noise that mimicked the sirens used to warn the people of London that Hitler was about to drop a bomb!
Yes, I embarrassed myself. What if I had actually asked someone about it? As expected, I was stopped by the border patrol on my way out. Two rather handsome young men and their K-9 companion inspected my new car with its big back seat and bigger trunk to see if I had stuffed it full of hapless, helpless immigrants. After all, they probably know I’m on the constant look-out for cover models and if I could pick up a couple of tall dark and handsome ones strolling through the desert, I might be tempted. But what if I had asked? “Pardon me sirs, can you tell me about the sirens sounding in the desert?” And batted my eyes at them. They would have known I was as crazy as I look!
Ah well, now you know the rest of the story.
They shouldn’t let people like me out of the house.
Victor, the smart-ass, laughed all the way back to Austin.
I chose to set my story near to where I live, but I wanted some place special… and different. Compared to where I was born and raised, Austin is big-city living for me. I’m a small town girl and as I told you all in a recent blog I wrote about my friend, Jerry, the fire department that I used to help with was all volunteer. So, when I was hunting a locale to set my book, I decided to head west into the more rural part of the Hill Country and I found the perfect place – the Devil’s Backbone. It sits between Wimberley and Blanco and is just the kind of setting I like. It’s rugged, scenic and mysterious. This is how it looks.
There’s a serpentine ridge of the Balcones Fault which has reared its head up from the surrounding limestone, creating a high rocky spine that is graced on every side by tree-covered hills and valleys. Canyon Lake, the Blanco River and the Guadalupe cut through, dotting the landscape with vibrant blue. The trees are juniper and scrub oak, giving the area a particularly wild appearance. Not too many weeks ago, there was a devastating flash flood which crashed through, causing the Blanco River to rise 40 feet in just hours, sweeping homes away and uprooting trees, downing bridges and bringing devastation and destruction to many. I decided to write that into the opening scenes of my book, showing how the first responders were called upon to help their community. This area is also known for its wildfires, fueled by heat and drought, they can be sustained and heightened by the dry grass and the sap from the evergreen cedars and junipers which can be as flammable as turpentine. Not too many years ago, there was an outbreak of wildfires in the area, so what I’ve written is not only possible – but probable.
Another amazing thing about the Devil’s Backbone I discovered accidentally. One of my favorite movies was called that – the Devil’s Backbone – and it was a ghost story set in Spain during WWII about the orphans and the death of one of them and how he haunted the place. One day while browsing on Netflix, I saw the title, The Devil’s Backbone, and I clicked on it. What I found was not what I expected. This movie was called The Devil’s Backbone – Texas. I was intrigued and then amazed. The area they were talking about was at my backdoor, about thirty miles to the west. The story behind the movie, which was filmed in the same vein as The Blair Witch Project, was about this man and his family who were researching the death of their father, Bert Wall. Of course it was fictionalized to a degree, but Bert Wall was a real person from Wimberley who bought land there after divorcing his wife. It was sad. But the really intriguing part was that he wrote ghost stories about the Devil’s Backbone and these stories were not penned as fiction, but told as fact. The movie was a retelling of some of them and the family going back to the house and finding out there was something to the tales. I won’t spoil it for you. I don’t think it got great reviews, but it was low budget and fascinated me because it was filmed locally and introduced me to a whole new set of paranormal stories I could investigate to include in my books – which I did.
There’s the tale of a ghostly herd of horses whose hoof beats come right upon you in the dark, but there’s nothing there. There’s the story of a ghostly Confederate army brigade, still riding through the mists in search of the war. Pioneers and Indians have been seen – all in all, it was a SABLE HUNTER paradise, I tell you! TEXAS WILDFIRE isn’t a paranormal story, not by any means, but I did add a few tales for flavor and for atmosphere and because it makes me happy, I guess.
The main theme of Texas Wildfire is a man who loves a woman unconditionally. He longs for her, he lives for her, he dreams of her. The only problem is that she’s married to someone else – in this case, his Captain in the VFD. One day, Titan (look at that cover, look at those arms – isn’t that a perfect name? – ha!) finds out that Makenna is being abused by her husband – and all hell breaks loose. The story is their journey to one another and how they have to battle this man who not only abuses his wife but the trust his community has placed in him. Our hero saves the day – of course, but he battles hatred, unfairness and even her fears along with the hellish flames of the Wildfire.
I’ve woven hot sex into the story, as always. I do that to make me happy as well as you. This boxset is up for preorder right now. It will be for sale in early August, the 11th, I think. The authors who are with me are all fantastic. I am the least of these and it is an honor to be included.
I think you’ll like Titan, he’s my kind of man – powerful, gentle, loving and oh so damn lickable.
Here’s a scene, a sexy one, for your reading pleasure from TEXAS WILDFIRE – – don’t forget how the collection looks – its up for preorder on amazon –
Makenna could see the charred undergrowth. How could they fight such a big fire? On the way, she’d heard Titan put out the call for area help and as soon as they were parked, she could hear more sirens in the distance. The sound made her feel better, she wanted every precaution taken. Putting out the fire was important, but the safety of the firefighters was paramount also.
“You stay here, well out of the way,” Titan warned her, unrolling the hose. She gave him a smile, fully intending to follow his edict. There was a difference between orders given out of love and those given out of a need for control.
Climbing on the truck so she could see, Makenna watched their progress. The men used a combination of water and foam to fight the fire. Maverick climbed aboard the dozer and used the plow attachment to dig a ditch around the perimeter so the flames couldn’t advance. Even from the distance she stood, Makenna could feel the heat and her heart clenched knowing those men were right on top of it. She always worried about them, but being here and watching made her realize she’d never really understood what they went through to battle fires. When the mutual aid trucks arrived from neighboring communities, Makenna breathed a sigh of relief.
To help, she kept water ready, running to carry it to any man who neared. Keeping them hydrated was necessary and the least she could do. Whenever possible her eye was on Titan. The fire was fueled by rising winds and drought dried grass. Part of her wondered why they just didn’t plow the barrier and let it burn itself out, but she’d heard them discuss things like this at the meetings. People’s homes and properties were endangered, wildlife and nature were at risk. Controlled burns were one thing, but this was not that – this grass fire was dangerous and out-of-control.
At one point, things were looking up…until a call was received. There was another fire, a similar one about five miles south. Now, their resources had to be split.
Feeling helpless, Makenna watched the brave men fight, then go on to fight some more. She watched Titan like a hawk, nervous that fatigue would jeopardize his safety. After hours of heat, smoke and back-breaking labor, he was going to be dead on his feet. And all she could do was watch and worry.
When it was all over, the sun was down and the moon had risen. Fire had ate up the day and several dozen acres. The Fire Marshal was on the scene with Titan trying to determine the cause of the fires. They located the origin of the blaze but any evidence of how it was ignited had been destroyed. One thing was certain, however. The fires weren’t natural – someone or something had started them.
Makenna was glad she was with Titan. He was big and he was strong, but even he had limits. To think he might have had to go home alone, if she hadn’t been there with him was almost unthinkable. Once they were back at Skyview, Makenna pampered him. She fed him and after he showered, she tended minor burns and scrapes. And then she took him to bed. He was exhausted, but at least he was safe. So, she held him tight until morning broke.
Titan was restless. Tossing and turning, he seemed to fight the flames even in his sleep. Makenna watched over him. For most of the night, she kept her hand on him, wanting the connection as much for herself as for him. She felt no need to abandon the bed for the floor, rather she served as his guardian angel while he slept. Before dawn she dropped off, only to awaken with her head resting on his outstretched arm.
Studying his face, Makenna felt an overwhelming tenderness. He was such a good man. He groaned, bending one leg and shifting his body. When he did, she saw that he was erect. Awareness tingled through her pussy. He was big…bigger than…
Makenna refused to finish the thought.
Titan would never hurt her.
Yes, she was nervous. Sex for her had always been something to dread, just an act not a celebration. She never expected pleasure and usually received pain, for there had been no arousal and no affection. But this…this was something else entirely. Just lying next to Titan had her breasts throbbing, her nipples were pebbled so tight they ached. Makenna wanted him to the depth and breadth of her soul. She’d survived life with Damien by escaping in her mind to be with this man.
And here she was in the bed with him, wasting time by being afraid.
How silly was that?
Edging over next to him, she lightly placed her hand on his chest and waited. He didn’t move, he was still sound asleep. “Cowgirl up, Makenna, you can do this. You’ve rehearsed it a million times in your dreams,” she whispered to herself. Strategizing her moves, she eased over and touched her lips to his broad chest, sprinkling butterfly kisses over his skin. Her hand slid gently south, tracing his abs. Encountering the sheet, she slipped her fingers beneath it and tentatively continued her downward approach. Radiant waves of arousal surged through her body, making her clit swell and her skin flush with heat.
Would he welcome her? Every indication he’d given her told her he would.
Soft touch. Tender lips. His cock straining to greet the caresses that were coming so close to where he craved them to be. At first Titan thought this was another of his dreams about her. But when he opened his eyes, it was to find her kissing him, touching him – Makenna was making love to him.
Maybe if she hadn’t been so into what she was doing, his swift intake of breath and the tensing of his muscles might have clued Makenna into the fact that Titan was wide-awake and fully engaged. But she was busy with open-mouthed kisses on one flat male nipple and her fingertips brushing the very tip of his hungry cock.
Whoa! Her head jerked up, her hand jerked back and a surprised look came over her face like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Titan was thrilled. He wanted her so much, he’d been afraid he would let his desire override his restraint. Erring on the side of caution was preferable than making her uncomfortable. But now…now she was about to…take matters into her own hands. “Please don’t stop.”
The almost desperate expression on his face obliterated any hesitancy she might have had. Sharing a bed with someone she didn’t fear was fun. “You have morning wood.”
Her slightly naughty comment took him by surprise. “I’m in bed with the sexiest woman in the world. Of course, I’m hard.” He ran his fingers through her hair, loving the freedom to touch her. “What should we do about it?”
“I was taught waste not, want not.” With a mischievous grin, she answered matter-of-factly, her questing fingers inching a few millimeters lower.
Jerking back the sheet and shucking his shorts, Titan invited her to do what she willed. “Far be it from me to contribute to an erection shortage.”
Makenna gasped. “There’s nothing short about your erection.” Quickly her eyes darted back to his, needing to remember who she was with.
Seeing her apprehension, Titan came over her, sheltering her body with his own. “You know I’d never hurt you. Never.” Cupping her face, he caressed her cheek with his thumb. “You don’t ever have to fear me. What you can expect from me is not pain, but pleasure.”
“I know.” She could feel the length of him pressing against her hip.
“You’re made for me. Never doubt it. You’ll fit me like a glove.” Makenna was holding him tightly, her palm flat on his pec, her fingers flexing and kneading like a little cat. Titan dropped his mouth to hers and claimed the kiss he’d been dying for.
“Titan, I want…” She gave herself over to him, allowing him to slip his tongue inside and taste her sweetness.
He was wound so tight, he had to fight to keep from revving the kiss up, but he knew she needed and deserved his patience. So for now, Makenna was in charge. Whatever she wanted, she’d get. They’d only go as far or as fast as she wanted to go. “What do you want, baby? Soon I’m going to take you in every way imaginable and you’re going to love every one of them. But for now, I just long to make you happy.”
“I want to touch you.”
Her breathy request almost made his heart stop. “Please do – however, wherever…”
When she pushed on his chest to get him back in a prone position, he followed her every direction. “Lie down and let me make you feel good.”
“I’m a ladies’ first kind of guy,” Titan protested.
“This is easier for me,” she whispered. “Let me do this for you.” Lying beside him with her head on his shoulder, her left leg hooked over his, the delicate weight of her body felt like heaven. She took him in hand, all nine inches and began to stroke up and down, and all he could do was close his eyes and enjoy.
At first, she kissed his neck and his chest while she fisted his manhood. Titan wasn’t still, every muscle was reacting to the hand-job she so willingly gave him. His breathing quickened, his heart hammered, and within the grasp of her palm, his cock swelled. Soon, she had to watch, needing to see how he looked as she jacked him off.
It was an incredible sight. He was so thick, she couldn’t reach all the way around. And he was hard as steel, yet the skin stretched over all of that rock-hard flesh was as soft as velvet. Makenna was amazed at the life she held in her grasp. He was so powerful, so commanding – yet here she held all of that primal maleness in the palm of her hand. Titan was totally at her mercy, open, unguarded and she wanted to be worthy of that trust. Between her legs, her sex throbbed and she could no more keep from pushing her hot core against his leg than she could stop breathing.
“Makenna, baby,” Titan moaned, feeling his hips buck helplessly.
He sought her lips and she kissed him, then decided it was time she kissed him somewhere else. With one last sweet layering of her mouth over his, she rose, and with the seductive look of Eve on her face, she went down on him.
Taking it slow, she licked her way down to his groin. Titan held his breath as she brushed her lips just above the base of his dick. Every cell in his body was begging for her, Titan was insane with need and anticipation. The moment Makenna’s lips circled the tip of his cock, his whole body tightened with ecstasy. Her eyes darted to his, seeming to seek approval. Titan gave it to her. “So good, your mouth is so sweet.” If he lived to be a hundred, he’d never take this for granted. Mesmerized, he ran his fingers through her hair as she took him deeper in a warm wet slide, the suction of her sexy lips was so much better than he’d dreamed. Reality was always better, he guessed. Dreams were only necessary when you couldn’t have the real thing.
And the real thing in this case was fuckin unbelievable.
Each time she bobbed her head, his hips lifted unwilling to give up paradise. She was kneeling between his legs, her fingers clutching his thighs as she drew him in, the tip nudging the back of her throat. Even at that, she couldn’t take him all. But that didn’t keep her from trying.
“So sweet, suck me baby.” Makenna’s eyes closed as she breathed through her nose, swallowing. Titan hissed when he felt her throat muscles kissing his shaft. This was the most exquisite pleasure he’d ever known. She let her lips glide back up again, licking every inch. “Makenna, my Makenna.” He had to touch her, his hands sought to connect, rubbing her neck and shoulders.
With every bit of strength he had, Titan held still, letting her give to him. This was her gift. There was little doubt how difficult it must’ve been for Makenna to initiate this. And that fact made it all the sweeter for him. He savored the knowledge, letting his body bask in the pleasure. As she sucked and licked, he ached to have her. Titan touched every bit of her he could reach from the side of her neck to the delicate line of her collarbone. Beneath the soft material of the T-shirt, he could see her breasts sway and he lusted for them, wanting to mold and suck his fill. “Makenna, I need you.”
She heard him, for she acknowledged his words with a locking of their eyes. But she didn’t know he meant that he needed to hold her, fill her, please her. Instead, she tried to give more – sucking, licking, moving her hands to grasp his shaft and rub his balls. Titan could feel his orgasm building as she slid her mouth up and down his cock, her tongue teasing the underside. “Fuck, baby, fuck,” he groaned as his climax boiled up, exploding in her mouth. He should’ve warned her, should’ve pulled out – but God, it felt so good.
He arched his back, pushing his head into the pillow and still she didn’t stop, swallowing, sucking, worshiping every inch. Nothing and no one had ever come close to this and to Titan, that was no surprise at all. “I knew,” he whispered. “I knew it would be like this.”
Gently she let him go and sat up, staring at him with a look of wonder on her face. “Did I please you?”
She already knew the answer but he gave it anyway, knowing that her life had been a series of tests, most rigged so she would fail. “More than you’ll ever know.” He held his arms out for her and she came to him, giving him a contented smile. “Can I have you?” he asked, wanting to bestow upon her the same ecstasy she’d given him.
Makenna sank into his arms, commanding her body to calm down. Yes, she wanted him, she ached for him. But she was still afraid of doing something that would mess things up. So, she’d better stop while she was ahead. “Can this be enough for now?”
Titan held her, cradling her to him. “Yes, for now.” He kissed her face, her eyelids, before tenderly taking her mouth. “Know this, though.” He framed her face, making sure she heard every word. “I want you and I intend to show you how good it will be. You’re mine, Makenna.” With that announcement, he rose from the bed and walked across the room naked and her hungry eyes followed his every move.
Thanks for visiting with me.