Heather awoke from the best night’s sleep she could remember. It might have been the near lethal mix of Ibuprophen and Jose Cuervo. Still, she reached for her alarm clock to check the time. She fumbled around for a moment before realizing that her alarm clock wasn’t within reach. Whatever time it was, she could spare five more minutes. She rolled over, snuggled back beneath the scratchy blankets….scratchy? She peeled one eye open and came face to face with a man.
In her bed. No, not her bed. She was lying beneath a thick woolen blanket topped by a fur skin of some kind. She’d investigate that later. Right now her brain had somehow concocted the most delicious looking–she looked down–shirtless man for her dreaming enjoyment. She stared into the dark eyes of the still silent dream man, fascinated by the detail her brain could form. Long dark hair, angled eyebrows, and from the dip in the padding beneath them (she couldn’t really call it a mattress) this guy was big. What a weird dream. She reached out to touch him, to see how long she could keep the fantasy going, but from behind her, a thundering noise grew louder by the second. Her dream man’s eyes narrowed, and he was on his feet. What sounded like a hundred horses stopped right outside the flap of the tent…tent? She sat up, clutching the bedding to her chest, as her dream man faced the entrance, wearing nothing but a kilt and holding the most lethal-looking sword she’d ever seen.
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Kurt stared at the ugly light fixture above his bed. He’d begged for weeks for a Spaceman Spiff bedroom, and he’d paid for it since he turned ten.
“She told you we were staying in your old room.” Beth tugged on Kurt’s boxers, but he held tight onto the waistband. “I don’t know why you’re surprised.”
“Stop it!” He grabbed both her wrists in his, and rolled her onto her back. “We can’t do anything here, my parents are right downstairs!”
“I’ll be quiet.” She winked, and struggled to free herself.
Kurt grinned. “You’re never quiet, baby. That’s what I love about you.”
“Just let me play—”
“No. I’ll get us a hotel.”
“But I’ve always wanted a threesome with Spaceman Spiff.”
Kurt growled from behind his smile, and pinned her to the bed. “You’re going to pay for that!”
Beth squealed, but managed to free one hand long enough to yank his underwear to his knees. Kurt gave up fighting, as if he really wanted to resist her advances. “You win, but not a whisper out of you.” He kissed her succulent mouth.
“Kurtis? Is everything okay? I heard a scream.”
The knock on the door had Kurt on his feet in a flash, and he grabbed a sheet to wrap around his waist. “Yeah, Mom. Everything’s okay, Beth just saw a spider.”
He scowled at his girlfriend, and picked up the phone. “We’re getting a hotel.”
With the air conditioning unit on the fritz, Travis hadn’t slept well all night. He’d tossed and turned, cursing the freon Gods. For some reason, he was now fast asleep with the morning sun streaming through the window. Kendra stood in the doorway and admired his sleeping form; sprawled out on top of the tangled sheets, buck naked with sweat glistening his body. She’d only crawled out of bed to take care of business and get a huge glass of ice water. If it wasn’t so damn hot, she’d curl up against him. The poor guy needed to cool down before she could heat him back up. Ice clinked against the glass as she walked back to bed. Kendra looked at one floating cube and grinned.
Hope Travis doesn’t mind the rude awakening. And if he doesn’t, I hope Kendra has more ice in that cup.
Have a great Hump Day everyone.
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The hike to the top of the ridge was rocky and dangerous. He’d slipped more than once, and he couldn’t blame the workout for the way his heart raced. The ground seemed to crumble with each foothold. But he made it. Finally. After two hours of scrambling up the mountain in the August heat. He should have known better than drive his sports car down a lonely mountain dirt road. Now his car was stuck, and he was miles from civilization. John reclined on the boulders, which should be uncomfortable as hell, but at that moment it felt like a feather bed. He’d climbed to the highest point, hoping his cell phone would get reception. If not…it would be a long walk back into town. Good thing he hadn’t taken his three mile run yet today.
Happy Hump Day everyone!
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Happy Hump Day! Today, I’ve got a bad biker boy for your viewing pleasure. Sorry, I didn’t write a scene to go with him, I’m just swamped with other things. I doubt you even miss the scenes, your eyes are glued to the abs and pecs. Maybe once I dig myself out of these edits, I’ll come back and give this guy what he needs.
A scene, folks. I meant give this guy a scene. Geez. If you have any suggestions as to what the scene might entail, leave me a comment, I’m good at following directions.
Happy Hump Day everyone.
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