My apologies for the fact that this is being posted late.
My Mama, Serenity, is once again back in the hospital, most likely
for at least the weekend this time and yes,
she did JUST get released from an almost five day stay a couple of days ago.
They just can't seem to get this Lupus flare-up under control
this time. I know my Mama is really big on
her blog and especially on deadlines, so I am doing
what I can to help out, but please accept my apologies
on her behalf for anything that isn't posted on time,
for these next few days.
Rachel for my Mama, Serenity
(Yes, I am 22 and still call my Mom, MAMA!!)
Life has not been kind to Brianna Gilmore. After a terrible childhood and adolescence she is able to escape her troubled past and disappear. A few years later she is starting over attending the university of her dreams. Dating is not even a bleep on her radar. After all the terrible experiences she has had with men throughout her life, she is not ready to give her heart away. Unfortunately, she cannot avoid the charms of Colton Hensley.
Colton is used to getting everything he wants. He has the looks and the money – until he meets Brianna. Pursuing her is a challenge, and getting to know her is nearly impossible since she is reluctant to give in to him. The mystery of this adventurous, adrenaline seeking, tough talking, most beautiful girl he has ever seen – is driving him insane. She is all that he can think about.
And when someone dangerous comes after Brianna, will she be able to avoid telling Colton about her past?
It’s really hard to keep your personal space open when you have a bunch of guys trying to grind on you. I’m looking around the dance floor trying to find one friendly face that interests me. Nothing. I look away, past the dance floor, and scan the crowd. My eyes stop cold when I see a pair of gray eyes that I have gotten to know too well these past few days. His square jaw tenses, and I can see from here how his pecs tighten against the dark gray short sleeved t-shirt he is wearing tonight. Oooh, fuckety fuck! I try to signal Ciara to look, but she is too busy making gooey eyes to a guy next to her. I look back to where Colton was, but I don’t see him. Did I imagine it? Am I losing my mind?
Three seconds later, I feel the heat and the energy behind me. I don’t need to look, I already know who it is. I make myself look over my shoulder to catch him giving the stink eye to all the guys around me. He smells great, and looks good enough to lick every single inch of his body. I gently smile and simply mouth the word “Hi.”
Colton gets closer until his hard body is perfectly aligned with mine. He gently removes my hair from the side of my face angled toward him and pulls it onto my other shoulder in order to uncover my ear, and then he gets closer and whispers… “You are a sight to see, Brianna. I’m taking a mental picture of the way you are looking so that I can use it later on to satisfy my… thirst. And girl, you smell like heaven. This is exactly where I want to be, nestled against my heaven.” I feel his hands grab my hips and he pulls me even closer to him. I hate to admit it to myself - It feels great!
He buries his nose on my neck and inhales deeply, moving his lips up my neck while breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth so I can feel the warm air, his warm air, against my very receptive, sensitive skin. His lips move ever so slowly until he places them, barely touching, lightly against the bottom part of my earlobe. This tame gesture makes me feel like a wild animal. There is a fire being ignited down there. Adrenaline is flowing through my body from top to bottom, causing the heat to rise up. I just know my cheeks are cherry red. Then I hear him breathing hard – his lips are still next to my ear – and that’s when he moves in for the kill: his teeth wrap the bottom of my earlobe and he pulls on it ever so gently. I close my eyes and give in to the sensation. His lips take over where his teeth had been and slowly move up my earlobe, his warm breath is intoxicating and I feel his tongue tracing a thin line around the edge of my ear.
When I can’t take it anymore, my eyes open wide and I start to peel my body away from his, away from him. He uses his large hands in an attempt to pull me back in, but I am stronger than the girls he is used to dealing with, and albeit he makes a good attempt, I pry loose from his grip. When I start to walk away, his hand grabs mine and pulls me in, like a well rehearsed dance move. Dear God! We are now face to face and I’m straddling his thigh. Giving me a sideway smile, that beautiful smile with the slight crooked tooth in the bottom row, all my senses are on full alert. I can smell his minty breath mixed with a sweet, cinnamon scent. He winks at me, and places his cheek next to mine, one of his hands is still holding my hand and his other arm is around me, they are such a sweet torturing device.
Since he is holding my right hand, I slowly move my left one from the top of his shoulder down to his pec, I stop at his nipple, and I graze it with the tip of my index finger, then flick it with my nail. It responds to my touch immediately, getting hard and taut. Two can play this game. I look at him and lick my top lip. I see him inhale deeply, closing his eyes and grunting. Smiling, I continue my south-bound exploration. As my hand moves, my fingertips can feel every ridge, every line of his well-defined abs. On the left side of my pelvis, I feel every inch of his most precious weapon. It is long, thick and it is strong. I want to look down so bad, but I don’t. Instead, I look up at him, and find that he’s looking at me with a tight jaw and stormy eyes. Oh-oh, I think I may have gotten myself in a deep, sweet mess. That’s when mercifully for me, the music set ends, and everyone stops dancing and leaves the dance floor.
He chuckles in my ear, and says “There is never a good time for this type of situation.” He looks down at me and continues “I’m going to need your help – can you cover me until we get to the table?”
“Sure thing. Just walk behind me.” I smile sympathetically at him, batting my eyelashes a little while wrapping his arm around my neck leading him away from the dance floor. Silently I wonder how I let myself fall into this situation, and yet I smile inside my head because I loved every second of it.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a very dirty little mouth? I’m going to have to show you how much I love it. I like it that you don’t play games and you tell me exactly what you want and what you need from me. It is liberating. On top of that it’s so hot to hear you say those things…” I grab her hand and put it on my dick. “Can you tell what you do to me? How desperate you make me? How bad I want to be inside of you?”
“Colton, less talk, more action.” Then her hands are on my face pulling me towards her. Kissing her lips is fucking awesome. Brianna’s lips on mine make me feel things that were foreign to me, the way my heart beats faster, the way my skin sizzles when she touches me, and the fact that I do get nervous and want to make sure I do everything just right. Her kiss starts sweet and it deepens to an urgent hunger that we can’t quite satisfy because we just cannot get enough of each other. Our hands are all over each other’s body, exploring, feeling, touching, reaching, and experimenting.
“Oh, baby… I enjoy kissing you. Your lips are so soft…” I whisper with my mouth never leaving her skin.
Her tongue starts dancing with mine, going deeper. I can’t get enough of her. My hand goes down between her legs and she naturally spreads them open for me. I go round and round and enter her with my middle finger first. Her mouth stops kissing me, and opens seductively, taking a deep breath.
“Hmm, Colton, it feels so good. Feel me squeeze your finger, do you feel that?”
“Shit, yes, you are so tight!”
“That is exactly what I’m going to do to your dick when you put it inside of me.” Then she gives me a wicked grin.
“Hmm, that sounds good. You are so ready for me.” I kiss her neck and then bite it gently. It’s time for me to take control. I grab a hand full of her wet hair and pull her back until her tout nipple is puckering for me to take. My mouth naturally goes to take care of it. I lick around it a few times and finish by sucking hard and biting it until I hear her hiss. Listening to those sexy sounds coming out of her throat and mouth, drive me into a primal state. My mouth is on hers while my hand continues to massage and coax her needs.
“Don’t stop, please, Colton, I need it!”
I have two fingers inside of her and my palm is massaging her clit with every push. I can tell she is getting ready as her walls tighten. I have my middle finger curled up and with every entry I make sure to touch her special spot.
I move my other hand from her hair to her waist when I feel her legs are giving in. Her body is arching back, her mouth is full of sexy moans and I know she is close. There is no description for being able to watch Brianna enjoy the pleasure that I am giving her. It’s is so fucking exciting that I am afraid I may come before I can even put my dick inside of her.
She is trying to open her eyes, but the intensity of what is building up is keeping her eyes closed. “Baby, look at me.” They flutter and luckily, this time instead of fear I see nothing but need. “Good. You are so fucking perfect. Come for me.” I drive my fingers in and out of her faster and harder and seconds later, I have what I was waiting for when she buckles over and over against my hand.
I grab her ass and press my erection against her and I wait for her to ride this wave. Once she stops trembling, I whisper in her ear how much I enjoy seeing her explode with pleasure and how horny she makes me. Brianna smiles and whispers “Really? It seems you are behind on the score. What’s next?
Yara Greathouse spends her days working for a living in the travel industry and volunteers for the community with Meals on Wheels. At night, she locks her office doors and begs not to be interrupted unless there is a fire in the house, blood is being spilled or a tornado is coming by. Sometimes it works, but she has found that acting as a Tasmanian devil is the most effective way to stop any and all interruptions while she is writing.
She loves writing, reading and cooking – not necessarily in that order because, as you may know, it will always depend on what kind of mood she is in. She seems to always get caught up in some comedic situation that causes her friends to laugh with her, and now they recognize that if something is going to happen to anyone, it will happen to her.
Her favorite sport is people watching and eavesdropping on ongoing conversations anywhere and everywhere. According to her, this helps with character development. She also enjoys taking pictures of questionable strangers without their knowledge and of weird things she comes across.