Whoo hoo!!!!It's release day for Volume 4 of the Sextet Anthologies: Entanglements!
Here's a little excerpt to whet your appetite!
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A DELICATE PROCEDURE by Cheryl Brooks
Story Excerpt:Ashadow fell over the marigold Trish Davis was planting.
“Hey,Trish. Need some help?”
Glancingsideways, Trish spotted a pair of sandaled feet. Letting her eyes slideupwell-muscled legs generously dusted with curly black hair, she came toa pairof cargo shorts, followed by a plain black T-shirt that was filled outnicelyby a broad chest and arms that were also a bit furry. Full lips curvedinto amischievous smile, big brown eyes, a prominent nose, and some seriousfive o’clockshadow completed the picture. “Aidan!”
Hissmile broadened. “Long time, no see.”
Strippingoff her gloves, Trish jumped to her feet and was immediately envelopedin a bigbear hug, complete with the fur. Planting a kiss on his cheek as sheinhaledthe clean, fresh aroma that was peculiarly Aidan’s own, she wonderedagain whatsoap or aftershave was responsible for it. No other scent had everfilled herwith the same feeling, and she’d never been able to figure out whatmade it sospecial. “Boy, you’ve got that right!” she said as he released her. “Ihaven’tseen you in forever! Sorry I couldn’t make it to your graduation, butyou knowhow hospital schedules are.”
His nod sent dark, unruly curlstumbling downover his forehead. “No big deal. I understand completely.”
Trishcaught herself before combing the hair back from his face with herfingers.Aidan wasn’t a kid anymore, and she wasn’t his babysitter—not thatshe’d seenherself in that light for some time—but there were some things yousimply didn’tdo to a young man, whether you’d known him all his life or not. “Yourmom saidyou’d be home soon. She is so proudof that master’s in engineering.”
Aidangrinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yeah, she’s already got aframefor it.”
“I’dbe proud of you, too, if you were my son.”
“Hey,now. I know you used to babysit for me, but you aren’t thatold.”
“True.”The six-year difference in their ages might have seemed like less sincehe’dgrown up, but the way Trish had been feeling lately, it should havebeen more. When did I start feeling so old? “Brendasaid you had some job offers. Made any decisions yet?”
Aidanscratched his head, again drawing her gaze to his hair. The itch totouch itintensified. “No. One of them is here in town and the other is inDetroit.”
Trishshrugged, doing her best to appear nonchalant. His mother, Brenda, wasworriedsick that he’d take the one in Detroit. Trish wasn’t terribly happyabout it,either. She didn’t get to see him very much as it was, especially sincehe’dgone away to college, but at least he was home for the holidays. Beingfriendson Facebook wasn’t quite the same as being face to face, and certainlynothinglike getting a hug from him now and then. She really missed those hugs.“Dependson where you want to live, I guess.”
“Yeah.I’m not that crazy about Detroit. It’s a better job, though. Moremoney, goodbenefits…that sort of thing.”
“Whatabout your girlfriend…what was her name? Danielle? Does she have apreference?”
Hisnonchalant shrug didn’t match the pain in his eyes. “Maybe. Not that itmattersanymore. She dumped me.” Since he hadn’t posted anything about thebreakup, itwas either very recent or wasn’t a topic he cared to discuss.
“Sorryto hear that. Believe me, I know the feeling.” Trish had stoppedcounting thenumber of times she’d been dumped. Granted, the number wasn’tastronomical, butshe still didn’t like to dwell on it.
Aidanknelt down and picked up her spade. “I’ll dig the holes. You can plant.How’reyour folks?”
Thatmade two times he’d changed the subject since she’d brought it up. No,his lovelife wasn’t open for discussion. Trish let it drop. “Happily cruisingacrossAmerica in their RV.” She pulled another marigold from the tray and setit inthe freshly dug hole. “Did you know they sold me the house?”
Henodded. “Mom told me. Said I ought to help out with the yard work likeI didwhen your parents lived here.”
Trishchuckled, giving him a sidelong glance. “That’s very nice of Brenda,but I’m notthat decrepit. I think I can handleit—and I’m sure you’ve got better things to do.”
Scowling,he returned her glance. “You’re not decrepit at all, but you do work full-time. Besides, I’m notdoing anything much. At least, not right now.”
“Youought to be out looking for a new girlfriend,” Trish suggested. “Thenmaybe youcould decide on which job to take.”
Heshook his head. “I’ll decide soon enough. I’ve got at least a monthbefore Ihave to choose.” He frowned again. “Having a girlfriend to help medecideprobably wouldn’t make any difference at this point. They always dumpmeanyway.”
Trishpressed the dirt in around the plant as she took another good, longlook athim. Aidan had been a cute kid, though a bit gawky as a teen. But now,atroughly twenty-five, geek or not, he was flat-out gorgeous. “Yeah,well, don’tfeel like the Lone Ranger. Guys always dump me too. It’s an epidemic.”
Hisfull lips formed a thin line. “I just don’t get that. You were alwaysverysweet to me, and it’s not like you’re a dog, either—I had a seriouscrush onyou when I was a kid. Besides, nurses make good money. You’ve got yourownhouse and everything.” He stabbed at the ground with more force thannecessary.“I’ve got a pretty good future ahead of me, too. But I get dumped forstupidshit like—”
Trishgave it a good twenty seconds before she prompted him. “Like what? Orwould yourather not talk about it?”
Helet out a long sigh. “It’s…embarrassing.”
Adult excerpt: “Itwould be interesting to hear the kind of sounds you would make if I didsomething to you that actually felt good.”Trish gazed at his face, daring him to reply.
Hedidn’t disappoint. The expression in his dark brown eyes was one ofdeep-seatedlonging, seasoned with desire, and the tone of his voice changed,becomingdeeper, rougher… “Go ahead, Trish. Do anything you like. I can’t stopyou.”
“You’dlike that, wouldn’t you?” Her own voice was barely a whisper.“Something thatfeels good?”
Aidanresponded with a slow, deliberate nod.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
Trishmoved very slowly, letting him see just exactly what she intended todo. Thatway, he could tell her to stop if he liked. She might not listen tohim, ofcourse—not if he stopped her too soon.
Herhand hovered over his rigid cock, waiting for some negative sign. Heheld hisbreath, not saying a word.
Sheshifted her gaze to the stunning phallus there before her. “That is oneawesomepiece of meat you’ve got there, Aidan.”
Hisbreath went out with a whoosh. “Oh, yeah, Trish. Talk dirty to me.”
Trishcouldn’t suppress her smile. In her eyes, he was perfect. Any otherwoman he’dbeen with was a fool not to see it. “Is that what turned the othergirls off?”
Heshook his head. “Never had the nerve to say it before.”
“Youknow what you said about letting me do anything to you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,you can say anything to me. Anythingyou like.”
Browneyes bored into hers with an intensity that made her tremble. “Thenplease,Trish. Suck my fuckin’ dick.”
Aflame of desire shot through her like a lightning bolt. “I thoughtyou’d neverask.”
Trishcupped her hand over his cockhead, getting her palm wet with his juicebeforesliding down the shaft. He had to be a good eight or nine inches longand sobig around her thumb and fingertips didn’t touch when she circled itwith herhand. His back arched as he yanked on the restraints.
“I’mglad this is a good, solid oak bed or you would’ve pulled it apart bynow.”
“Yeah,”he gasped. “Trish, please.”
Shelocked her gaze with his as she aimed his cock toward her lips. Blowingon theengorged head, she felt it twitch in her hand. “You reallywant me to suck you?”
“Yessss!”he hissed. “Do it!”
And in honor of Annie Morgan's birthday,
I give you the Birthday Buns!
And since it's a Monday, MORE BUNS!!!!And a couple of rather astonishing danglers!
