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  He picked up the remote, and the bed jerked forward slightly. My fingers clutched at the blankets as a rumbling sound shook the mattress. I glanced up at the mirror. I couldn’t believe it was me, lying there naked and completely exposed in the center of a stranger’s round bed. Then something glinted behind me. I rolled up to my side and glanced back. An ornate wrought iron half circle pushed up on one side of the bed like a curved headboard. Breaker walked over and flicked a latch on each side to lock it in place.

  I watched him. “You seem quite familiar with all the toys in this room.”

  He winked at me. “I housesit a lot.” And suddenly something about what he’d said sent a cold feeling through me. For a second, I’d allowed myself to believe that I was special, that he’d invited me up here because he liked me. But in truth, he’d probably had a number of girls in this room. We were guinea pigs, invited here to try out his buddy’s contraptions. I couldn’t do this. Just his kisses were already making their mark on my emotions. What had made me think I could just fool around and have no attachment to him?

  He’d been busy with the headboard and hadn’t noticed my change in mood until I got up off the bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  I shook my head and bit my lip to keep from crying. “This is wrong. I’m not the ‘no strings attached’ type of girl.” Now tears burned my eyes. “Especially when the other side of the strings are attached to a guy like you.” I headed to the door, but he caught my arm. I couldn’t face him.

  “It’s not like that with you, Pepper. I’m not going to lie. I’ve been in this room with other girls, but you’re different.”

  A laugh spurted from my mouth. “And just how many times have you said to a girl?”

  He turned me to face him. “No, you don’t get it.” He reached up and combed his hair back with his fingers as he seemed to be searching for the right words. “I can’t explain it, but the other night, when that guy was at your door.” He shook his head and stared down at the ground. “I wanted to break his fucking face. When I thought about him laying his slimy hands on you, all I could think was I’m going to have to kill this abusive fucker.”

  My tears flowed faster. He took me in his arms. “To be honest, I said no strings attached because I didn’t want to scare you off. But you need to know, I love sex. I’m very physical.”

  I brushed away a tear as I seemed to comprehend his meaning. “So this is a test?” I asked. “A test to see if we’re compatible . . . in bed?”

  “You can call it a test. I call it a chance for us to get to know each other and for you to get to know yourself. I really like you, Pepper. I invited you here because I wanted to spend the weekend with you.” He reached for me, and for a fleeting second, I considered pulling away from him. But why? I liked him too. And I certainly liked what had just happened on that circular bed.

  He kissed me gently and smoothed his hand over my back. His touch made my knees weaken. “No more experimenting for now.” He picked me up again and carried me to the bed He laid me down and leaned over me. His massive arms flexed on each side of my body and his long hair hung forward as he gazed down at me. He reached for a condom and sat back on his knees to roll it on. He pushed my legs apart with his hands, his gaze never leaving my face. Then he lowered himself over me, and as he kissed me, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. It was simple, sweet sex and I wanted it. I wanted him.

  He slid his cock inside, and my pussy urgently took him in. I held my breath as he filled me. He was enormous, and my pussy felt tight around him.

  He kissed me again. “God, you are a perfect fit,” he moaned. “I knew you would be.” His hand slid down to my ass, and he pushed it higher, so I could meet his thrusts and take him in deeper. My fingers dug into his shoulders as his movements quickened. Inadvertently, I glanced up at the ceiling mirror. His broad back and shoulders tapered down to a rock hard ass, and it clenched tight as he rocked against me. It was an erotic reflection. It felt as if I was watching a sex scene on screen. He was too extraordinary to be here between my legs. The long legs circling his waist had to belong to some movie star or supermodel, not me.

  I closed my eyes to feel the impact of him grinding against me, filling me and then withdrawing, holding me tightly in his strong arms. He dragged himself up and over me and then back deep inside again, making contact with my clit, his balls slapping me from behind. My head was spinning, and I tightened my legs to bring my bottom up higher. I squeezed my pussy against the delicious, hot assault.

  He lowered his face a moment to kiss me long and hard, and that was all it took. The intimacy of the kiss coupled with the unrelenting movement of his cock inside of me brought me to the edge. I turned my face and cried out against his arm as I came in shuddering waves.

  His movements grew frenzied, and my throbbing pussy absorbed every impact, sending a beautiful ache through my entire body. He lifted himself and looked down at his cock as it vanished inside of me over and over again. Then, with one final thrust, his head dropped back and he groaned in ecstasy.

  He was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he dropped down next to me. Without hesitation, he pulled me into his arms. And with that intimate gesture, tears welled up in my eyes. I pressed my face against his chest as he stroked the skin on my back. I sniffled once, and he stopped moving his hands.

  “Are you all right, Pepper?” he asked.

  I cuddled closer to him. “As a matter of fact, I couldn’t be better.”

  Chapter 8

  We’d taken a long nap and then Breaker had barbecued steaks. I’d gone in to shower and when I came out, Breaker was standing in the room with a glass of wine and that damn sexy smile of his. It always took me a second to decide if he was real or just part of an overactive imagination. He handed me the wine. He was real all right. As his fingers brushed mine, I felt the light touch through my whole body.

  “Thought you might like to loosen up with a little wine,” he said.

  “Loosen up?” I took the wine and sipped it.

  “Yep. You up for some more experimentation?”

  I smiled at him over my wine glass. He stepped closer and trailed his fingers down my arm. “How am I going to know what turns you on if we don’t try out some new stuff?” If only he realized that just the gentle touch on my arm was making me hot.

  I lifted the wine glass in a mock toast. “Then here’s to loosening up.”

  I sipped the rest of my wine as he removed the shorts and panties that I’d just put on after the shower. He stepped back and considered my t-shirt for a second. “Nope, that has to go.” He took the wine from my hand and placed it on a nearby dresser. I stood like a doll, or store mannequin, as he pulled my shirt up and over my head. He tapped his chin again. “The bra can stay. That pink lace is fucking hot.”

  I glanced down at my bra. “Glad you approve. It was half off at the lingerie store. Now, do I get to undress you?”

  I stepped forward and took hold of his shirt. I dragged it up and off of him. His upper torso always sent a surge of heat through me, and this time was no different. I lifted up on my tiptoes and kissed his mouth as my fingers undid his fly. With a quick push, his shorts fell to the floor. I peered down. His cock pushed against the cotton fabric of his boxer briefs.

  I stepped back and allowed myself the luxury of looking at him, big and glorious and hard. A shiver raced through me as I reminded myself that the erection was for me. And that thought made the cream flow through my pussy.

  He seemed to sense that my perusal of his magnificent physique and cock had made me hot again. My heart raced as he took hold of my hand and walked me across the room. There was a velvet covered box about the size of a shoebox on the bed. It had a ribbon around it.

  “A new toy?” I asked.

  He motioned for me to unt
ie the ribbon. The silky ribbon fell through my fingers, and I opened the box. I wasn’t completely sure what I was looking at, at first. It was smoothly sculpted in to the shape of a cock, an enormous cock. Breaker lifted it out of the box and suddenly it buzzed with vibrations, the tip twirling in slow, small circles. A small appendage popped out of the shaft and it gyrated as well.

  “Holy shit,” I said quietly.

  “My friend just bought an entire shipment for his store. He said they sold out in a week.”

  Breaker obviously caught a look of worry on my face. He walked over and picked up the wine glass and brought it back to me. This time I gulped it.

  Breaker smiled and took my hand. “All you have to say is stop, and I’ll stop. Self-control is a skill I’ve perfected. Although, it’s taking a small hit this weekend because I am so fucking wild about you.” Without warning, his hand went between my legs, and his fingers ran through the moisture running along my pussy. I nearly fell over from the exquisite feel of it. I dumped back the rest of the wine.

  He removed his hand from between my legs but still held firmly to the vibrator. He took hold of the glass and returned it to the dresser. Then he turned to me, armed with his intriguing sex toy and his underwear nearly ripping open from the strain on the thin fabric. He pushed the briefs to the floor. A tiny cry escaped me as his cock sprang free. It glistened with moisture as he walked toward me.

  “Are you ready, my sweetness? Remember, just say stop, and I will listen. I promise.”

  “I’m ready,” I said. There was a waver in my voice, but it wasn’t from fear or worry. It was from the anticipation, the extreme desire I was feeling. He motioned for me to get on the bed.

  “On your hands and knees, crawl over to the headboard,” he commanded. His strong tone made the sensations in my pussy grow stronger. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the bed. He groaned in approval from behind as he watched me crawl to the headboard, my aching pussy exposed completely. It felt as if he touched me with his gaze, as if he could feel the slick wetness and how ready I was just by looking at me.

  “Take hold of the headboard,” he said, “so that you’re up on your knees.” I felt the bed move as he climbed onto it. He leaned his mouth near my ear. “Because, baby doll, you’re going to want to hold onto something.” My body trembled almost uncontrollably now, and my shaky fingers wrapped around the wrought iron.

  Breaker’s mouth pressed against my neck, and I relaxed my head back against him as he kissed my shoulder. His hands explored beneath my bra, teasing my nipples to tautness as his cock pressed firmly against my ass. “You are like silk running through my fingers,” he whispered into my ear.

  I gripped the bars, but my body was putty in his hands, malleable and willing to bend to all his commands.

  Through the music that thrummed from the speakers, I heard the buzz of the vibrator. Breaker moved behind me and pushed open my thighs. He pulled my ass out and my hands moved down the bars, but still held them firmly. He’d been right. I needed something to hold onto, or I would dissolve into a puddle on the bed.

  His hand slid between my legs, coaxing a thick layer of moisture from my pussy. “Nice,” he muttered in a rough, deep voice. And then he pressed the tip of the vibrator against my swollen clit. I nearly jumped into the air.

  His hand reached around and caressed the front of my pussy. “Relax, sweetness.” Once again, I found that semi-state of complete delirium where the only thing that mattered was the intense sensations shooting through my pussy. Then, with slow precision, he pushed the vibrator into my pussy. I mewled in utter pleasure as it filled me. The tiny appendage pressed itself snugly against my clit, and instantly, I was brought to that cliff, that abyss that assured me complete ecstasy was waiting at the bottom once I stepped off. “Do you like that, baby doll? Do you like me fucking you with a vibrator?”

  “Yes.” It was a chore uttering even that one syllable. My fingers were nearly numb from gripping the headboard, but I would collapse if I released it. He kept the vibrator tight between my legs. The mattress moved as he ripped open a condom package. Was he going to slide in too, I wondered with a bit of concern. It would be too much.

  Then the velvety oil he’d covered my body with earlier trickled over my ass, dripping down into the crack. I gasped as his fingers trailed along with the oil, stopping at my anus and filling the tight hole with liquid. A shudder ran through me as I now understood what he was planning.

  The pulsing between my legs had my head spinning, and it would take very little to make me come. But this new experiment frightened me. He leaned his mouth next to my ear. “Do you want this?” he whispered. “Tell me you want this or say stop.”

  My mind was shooting in every direction. The vibrator surged with power between my legs and my clit ached for more, but this was new. This was something I’d never done. But I wanted this man. I wanted all of him. I wanted this. “Yes, please,” I begged.

  The tiny appendage on the shaft of the vibrator pushed harder against my clit as I pushed my ass out farther. I gripped the rod iron. My legs trembled as he positioned himself behind me. He yanked me farther out still and then, slowly, he pushed his cock into my ass. There was short pain at first, and I nearly screamed stop, but then as he filled me, it made everything else, the vibrator and his hands and mouth seem that much more powerful.

  I was coming apart. I sucked in short breaths and felt close to fainting as the extreme intimacy of what was happening swept around me like a warm, protective blanket. As his cock pushed deeper, I could no longer keep myself together. As if I’d exploded from within, my entire body shuddered with a powerful orgasm. I had a hard time holding on now. I wanted to melt into a whimpering heap on the bed, to have him drag me, limp and weak, into his arms.

  His fingers ground into my hips, and he held me secure as he moved inside of me. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned and then he stiffened behind me as he came. We stayed like that, both of us breathing hard and silent, for several long moments. He pulled out and removed the vibrator.

  We dropped down into the lush bedding, completely spent and completely satisfied. I didn’t wait for his arms. I rolled toward him and snuggled against him. It seemed every inch of my body was alive and tingling. “You, sir, are masterful.” I reached up and touched the stubble on his chin.

  “You think? I imagine it only seems that way because I had an excellent prodigy to work with.” His grin faded, and he gazed at me tenderly. “You really are something, Pepper. Thank you for coming here with me this weekend.”

  “Pleasure is all mine, Breaker.” I kissed him.

  Heat wave

  Vol. III

  C.J. Evans

  Chapter 1

  The proverbial pit of hell would have been the best way to describe Gordy’s Saloon. Especially when it was a hundred degrees outside, and the air conditioning was beating its chest to keep up with the rising temperatures. The cheap furnishings were covered with the sticky mist of beer foam and whatever else the customers had left behind over time. Cheesy decor and lots of mirrors, tacky lamps and wobbly vinyl upholstered barstools finished off the amazingly stereotypical dive. And those attributes were the highlight.

  The customers brought the place down to an even lower notch. Lots of regulars, who looked as if they might pour rum on their breakfast cereal just to get the first buzz of the morning. And an evening wasn’t complete without the regular, blood-drawing bar fight or heated argument over the pool table. About the only time the place wasn’t rambunctious was when I took off my bartender apron and pulled out my guitar to sing. Yet, I was thrilled to have the job. I’d been there only three weeks and had already earned a small fortune in tips.

  They might have been a rough and raw lot, but they were generous and, for the most part, they treated me with respect. They were far more generous and respectful than the snooty customers at the upscale bar in the ci
ty where I’d tended bar for a year. A very bad relationship had pushed me away from that city and my job and my usual life. I’d gotten down to the last dollar in my bank account when Gordy, the owner of Gordy’s Saloon, hired me to tend his bar. The entertainment part of the job became extra money in my pocket and my favorite part of the night. And the rogues that frequented Gordy’s loved to hear me sing.

  I’d rented a small house nearby, within walking distance, albeit a stroll through a questionable neighborhood, but I’d found the whole thing an exciting adventure. Leaving behind the man who I’d thought I loved but who’d betrayed me with my best friend had left two holes in my life. Two holes that I had no desire to fill anytime soon.

  This new bohemian, slightly dangerous lifestyle was suiting me. My parents were, of course, pissed as hell but then I’d never really conformed to their idea of prim and proper. They had no real idea what I was doing. I’d given them only a quick summary of my job and new neighborhood, leaving out any of the gritty details to spare my mom from panic attacks and my dad from feeling the need to lecture me. As far as they knew, I was mixing drinks in a quiet, cozy little mom and pop restaurant in a serene little neighborhood a hundred miles from home.

  Gordy carried in a crate of clean glasses and plunked them down on the counter. He swiped at his brow with the back of his hand. “Wonder how much longer this heat wave will last. I’m getting tired of it.” His perpetually red cheeks and big round stomach always gave him a Santa Clausish appearance, a jolly old elf with a personality to match. “Can you put these away, Emerie? I’ve got to write out some bills.”

  “Sure thing. I’ve got everything cleaned up behind the bar, so I’ve got time before we open.”