Don’t you just love flashing?? You’re welcome to stay here and see when this guy will drop the sign, but I’ve been watching carefully for the past few hours, and I can’t get him to flinch.
You should have just come from Christa Paige’s blog for chapter nine of each story. This is the last stop on the tour, but the fun will continue back at the Silver Expressions Blog, or feel free to join us all as we rehash the flash, and engage in some other Holiday spirit where Gem Sivad is having a Holiday open house in her Chat Room.
If you’re just stumbling across this post, make sure you go back to the beginning, because you really don’t want to read the comments here, you’ll want the full effect. Ten authors and ten progressive stories…that’s like ten Christmas presents!
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Hey, Alanna. So, like, can I use the snow covered cabin for a while? I need to, er, interview this young lady I found over at Jolie’s place.
I’m just dropping in to check out the tour. I’ll be back a little later to flash.
Eggnog? Sure. Why not. ** snicker **
Christmas at the Manporium — 9
Her ‘fone spurted from her hand, arcing up into the space over the brunette’s head. Noelle’s heart froze. Everything was in that ‘fone. Adrenaline flooded her system and she launched herself upward, clawing for the ‘fone. The bride behind her squealed as Noelle pushed off her leg. The brunette went down in a heap of white organdy. Noelle’s fingers skimmed the edge of the ceraglass casing, scrambling for a grip. For one horrible moment she thought she’d lose that tenuous hold, but her hand clamped down solidly. All the air went out of her in a relieved sigh a split second before she smashed into the broad back of the large bride at the front of the line. Clenching the Brilliantfone for all she was worth, Noelle braced herself for the fall.
She landed mostly on the lumpy, but soft, brunette, who shrieked her protest, lashing out with her tiny satin handbag. “Get off me!”
Cabin Fever by Alanna Coca Chapter ten
The woman on his lap—for God’s sake, he didn’t even know her name—collapsed against his chest. Her heart was beating so that he could feel it against his own. His foggy brain cleared, and Curtis was flooded with doubt. “Morning after” regrets and fears of rape accusation were one thing; pregnancy, STDs were yet another. For Christ’s sake, he’d never been so irresponsible in all of his adult life. This woman comes into his home, speaks of angels and the joy of living, and he forgets everything but the moment. The heat of afterglow dissipated with his thoughts, but then the woman pulled back enough to look at him with a smile. She no longer looked close to death, or even exhausted. This was a woman thoroughly satisfied. That sexy smile made his heart leap, his pride swell, and sent all his reservations out the window.
“You are an angel. You gave me wings.”
Early Christmas Present #10-Jolie Cain
He knelt beside her on the bed, his eyes blazing a tormented trail of heat and passion across her pale body. “My God, Katie. My God.” He bent his head and his lips covered hers. At the first touch of his mouth, she felt a shiver of need and love and hope that her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest. Her mouth parted and their tongues tangled in a heated duel that sent flames scroching across her skin and down to her wet channel. His body pressed hers into the mattress and his hands eagerly pulled the ribbon off her and tossed it aside. She was ready for him. When he released himself from his pants and pressed himself inside her, she saw the shocked pleasure on his face. “Damn, Katie. This is the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten. I hope Scott doesn’t kill me in the morning.”
She laughed and wrapped her legs around him. “I’ll make sure he keeps his hands off you, at least for the first year or so. Then you’re on your own.” She laughed again at the expression on his face and pulled him down to her. Oh, yes. He might not know it yet, but this Christmas present was going to last forever.
Rapture — # 10
Exhausted and spent, Martin at last broke through to the surface.Too tired to swim, he drifted, letting the current carry him to shore.
He lay naked in the sand, water brushing against his ankles, caressing his calves, his thighs, his hips. Gentle voices filled the surf, whispering, whispering…
He didn’t even notice when Merita left him. For the sand was like Merita’s flesh, firm and smooth, pliant beneath him, and the water on his back was like her hand and Merita’s hand was stroking his back…his neck…his hair…his face. And Merita’s voice was singing in his ears, was singing him to sleep.
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RJ You can have the cabin, I’ll take the cabana.
Six Pack Ranch, Book 2
Flash#10
She swore she spoke aloud. She knew her lips moved, but the deafening buzzing in her ears outweighed the sound of her own voice. Daniel gave her another of his sexier-than-sin grins and came back in for another pass. She closed her eyes and hoped like hell she’d said door number one.
He gripped her body tighter and lifted her, heavy brace and all, and she gasped in surprise. Then he tore the rest of the air from her lungs as he consumed her. Crushing their lips together, he thrust his tongue into her mouth and took control. She waited for panic to descend, but all she felt was a heavy pulse between her legs and the urgent desire to drop to the floor and rip off his clothes.
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That was fun! Now off to comment and run amuck!
Whew! Made it to the end. Is there a hot tub in that cabin?
The Invitation — #10 — Juniper Bell
Temptation tugged. He was a man, after all. He’d come a long way to get Ariane back in his bed. If he took her deal, untold pleasures waited for him on that luxury yacht moored just offshore in the sparkling Mediterranean. Many would kill for a night on The Second Circle. Maybe there was a way to have it all.
“One night,” he said. “Give it your best shot. After one night, I either join the Circle, or you come with me.”
Ariane threw her head back and laughed, like the devil she surely was. “You believe you can resist the Second Circle? I accept your challenge.”
Through the blood pounding in his head, a memory surfaced. The nine circles of hell. Each one devoted to a different sin. Which one was the Second Circle? Of course. Lust.
Touching Eve
She saw it in his eyes. The conflict. He was standing naked in a stranger’s house in front of two beautiful women and one very playful boy toy. Eve saw him trying to decide before she even gave the command. Would he do it? Was the allure of Shirley’s hand pushing the hem of Eve’s dress up her thigh enough? Would he balk and leave?
Eve sighed when Shirley’s fingers graced the crotch of her lace panties. And she saw the fire burn in his eyes. When Boy Toy’s fingers joined Shirley’s Even splayed her legs and slid forward until her ass rested on the edge of the couch.
“You will dance. Shirley and I would like to see you dance for her friend.”
Eve dared him with her eyes. Dared him to turn away. Dared him to pick up his clothes and take his very ready toy home and not play with them.
Touching Eve
Shirley’s head blocked her view as another kiss was stolen. When Shirley’s mouth dropped lower and captured a nipple Eve smiled. Not because Shirley’s warm wet lips made her smile.
She smiled because the player, the man that had decided he would pay the price of admission, was walking closer. The music of some bump and grind in Gangsta rap drifted into the room from the party and her slave started gyrating his hips a foot from Boy Toy’s wondrous gaze.
“And once you have finished we will find some more friends to join our party.” Eve placed a hand on the back of Shirley’s head and held her to her breast. Just as her own head lulled back she saw Boy Toy reach.
Yes, she thought, what a wonderful Christmas it will be. And how naughty I’ve been.
Eve smiled with satisfaction.
Sorry. It was too long. I had to split it in two.
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Huddled on the (dirty, ick) floor, a gorgeous man laying in her embrace, she let her mouth travel over his lips. His chin. His jaw. Each caress pushed her demanding job, a nonexistent social life and a cold, lonely bed further away from her mind.
Now, all she could think of was rain and slick heat. Writhing bodies and skin on skin.
Her hands skimmed over muscled pecs, and firm abs. Pebbled nipples slid against his uniform, her arousal so poignant, the rough material heightened her sensitivity. Gray twisted in her arms, and soon he was elevated above her, his erection pressing against her thigh, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, the sensible Noami–the one who worked like a dog to make it to the top of the corporate ladder, the one who never got drunk, the one who never toed the line–tried to remind her that they were a thin sheet of material away from sex. Not to mention they were in a public place where anyone could discover them…as well as she didn’t know much more than his name.
With a groan, she opened her eyes and stared into his. Her mouth was moist, swollen. His breath rushed out, teasing her flushed cheek.
He lifted himself up, not saying a word, and helped her to standing. She adjusted her clothes, casting amused glances at him all the while. There was an unspoken promise hanging between them and she had a feeling that Gray wasn’t the type of man to renege.
In front of her, pure male arousal charged the air. Outside, a plane ride and an island get away awaited her. Sometime soon, all three would come to an agreement.
Hell, yeah.
This is what she called a vacation.
And once again, I forgot the title. This is what happens when certain people (you know who you are!) rush me.
The above was titled Stranded (or something) #10
Flash Race #10
“Now,” echoed the man, bending his magnificent head in a nod. His hand delved deeper between her thighs. He reached into her, into what seemed like the very heart of her, and like a magician, turned her inside out.
She cried out, a shout of ecstasy that ought to have shaken the rafters … but no sound could be heard. Her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the incredible bliss created by the man’s hand in her, on her, behind her, around her. The person she was, the person she had been up until tonight … was no more. Her body shivered into a million irreplaceable pieces. And something new was born.
“Come,” said the Angel, and the something new that used to be her floated with him into a world of bliss without limit.
Drinks at Darcie’s Place
“You’ve been very obedient.”
She didn’t know why that made her heart beat faster but there was no denying it did. When he pulled away and took the warmth of his body with him she wanted to follow but somehow knew she wasn’t allowed. She wanted to say something but didn’t know what was appropriate. Finally she managed a muffled ‘yes.’
“And now,” he leaned close, his hand fell on her hip, “I will give you a reward. Would you like a reward?”
“Yes.” She stared dreamy eyed and wanted to grab him around his neck and hug him forever.
“Master.”
The word jerked her out of her dream. Master? What?
Drinks at Darcie’s Place
“You said yes. You should say ‘Yes, Master’.”
She lowered her eyes, buried her face in his chest, and whispered, “Yes, master.”
“And now your reward.” His touch was gentle when he found her chin and raised her face. Her lips were ready when his found hers. She shuddered when his other hand found its way under the hem of her dress and his finger touched her for the first time.
Yes, she thought. Master.
Lol. Made me split it up again.
There, mISTRESS Dee. As you wish. It is finished.
Reunion Finale Part 1
Finally, the door opened and a harried mom with two kids, three carry-on suitcases and an industrial sized diaper bag, ambled out of the bathroom. Eric waited all of two seconds to drag Kaitlin into the private area. He slammed the door shut and turned the lock. Pivoting on the heel of his combat boot, he turned to face her.
“Pull it up,” he tugged at his shirt and yanked it free from his waistband. “Now Kaitlin, I want to see.”
She fisted the satin material of her dress, lifting it inch by inch. With a slow, torturous pace she revealed the opaque stocking and the sexy garters holding the nylons in place. His exhalation spurred her on and she lifted the skirt higher still.
“There you go baby, show me everything.”
Reunion Finale Part 2
Some sinful compulsion made her lean back, the lip of the Formica counter supported her. She spread her legs wide and gathered the rest of the loose material just above her hips.
“Tell me what you want, Kaitlin,” Eric ordered. His hands worked rapidly undoing the belt and tackling the button-fly. The cammie pants sagged open, he pushed them down until they slung low on his hip-bones. His jutting length sprang free.
Kaitlin held her breath as he prowled close. “It’s been so long baby; let’s not wait a moment longer.”
“Eric, do it now.”
The next moment, Eric was lifting her up onto the cool, smooth countertop. He pushed her legs wide open, nudged the thick crest of his hard as nails cock between her slick folds and thrust in to the hilt.
Kaitlin cried out his name, scooted even closer and laced her arms around his shoulders.
This was all she ever wanted. Her man had come home and he was right where she longed for him to be.
Together, reunited, and reaching for their long awaited pleasure.
It was simply bliss.
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Awwwww, Christa!! Great way to wrap up the tour. 😉