Scarlett's Revenge, Lesson #3, will be available shortly. I'm waiting on the final edits, but trust me, it will be posted the second it is ready because I can't wait!!
The nice thing about self-publishing is that book releases happen much sooner, but they can also get held up by such normal human things like the flu and power outages.
Anyway, the third and final--and by final I mean that things will wrap up, but I may not be able to let go of these characters I love--installment will be released in just a few days. In the meantime, please enjoy an almost final, but not a final edit, first chapter of
Scarlett's Revenge. Make sure you have your steam-proof eyewear on because this chapter begins with a bang!
I pushed the
curtains aside as if I were just casually looking out into the dark night, but
secretly I knew the eyes of my lover were somewhere out there gazing out at me
from across the busy street below. For anyone else who happened to be looking,
well, they were in for quite a show.
My dress was short
and flowery, innocent enough, with lovely buttons all down the front. I fanned
myself, as if to tell the world I was getting hot, thus explaining what I was
about to do. The top four buttons were first, exposing my ample cleavage made
possible by the latest in push-up bra technology.
Next, I bent over
just so—there’s an art to it really—giving a lovely view down my dress while
showing off my long legs in the more-than-high heels, and began unbuttoning my
dress from the bottom up. When I was just shy of where my panties would be if I
had any on, I stood, teasing the world with hints of my light pink garters.
This next part was
tricky and involved a bit of creativity—I didn’t actually want to expose myself
to the outer world, if anyone else happened to be watching. I turned, with my
back to the darkened window, and undid the rest of the buttons. As I stood, I
began to drop my dress off my shoulders, slinking behind the safety of my
curtain before anything was exposed, and that’s when the front door burst open.
Adam stood in the
doorway, sea-green eyes wild, and completely out of breath. My performance
worked! He closed the door behind him and rushed to my side, sliding the
curtain over to hide me from the possible audience. He was wearing a pair of
pajama bottoms and flip-flops, his muscular upper-body glistening with
perspiration. As he stepped past me, I caught a whiff of his manly scent—Old
Spice and pine. His dark hair was an unruly mass of sexy hair.
“I’m not sharing
you,” he said, forcing his lips on top of mine before I could comment. His hand
reached up my back, unhooking my bra with expert precision.
My bra fell off my
shoulders and now we were both topless. Adam’s mouth worked its way down my
neck and shoulders, licking and biting along the way, before his tongue began
circling my nipple.
I reached my hand
in his elastic waistband and felt how full and hard he was.
“Did you run
across the street with this massive boner?” I had to know.
“Yes,” Adam
replied, not breaking stride.
Adam guided my
back to the covered window and spread my legs. He got down on his knees as his
tongue eagerly found my clit.
I screamed out in
pleasure, my head gently hitting the glass behind me. My hands ran through his
already wild hair as his tongue circled and flicked in perfect rhythm. His
fingers entered my center, causing a scream to erupt from deep inside of me.
Adam took this as
his cue, standing abruptly, pushing me against the curtain and lifting my legs
on each of his sides. I felt his hardness against my core before he pushed his
way inside of me, his pants still on, but lowered enough.
He kissed me and
the taste of myself on his lips was such a turn-on. As my clit rubbed up and
down his lower abdomen, within seconds I was over the top. My head went back as
my ultimate moan left my body and Adam responded with a harder thrust, deeper,
faster, in me, reaching places I only just recently learned existed inside of
me.
I could feel him
stiffen and pulse within me as he came, his forehead resting beside mine on the
covered window.
“Is this how you
get me to come over now?”
“Yep, took you
less than a minute this time. The doorman must know something’s up.” I laughed,
picturing Adam rushing across the street, his cock leading the way, as the
doorman opened the door in the knick of time. God forbid he smashed his manhood
into the glass door of the apartment complex because the doorman couldn’t do
his job fast enough.
Adam laughed too,
lowering me onto my stilettos, the ones I had to practice for hours in, just
for my short performance. I kicked the death defying heels off and reached for
my dress. Adam’s hand reached out, “no, stay like that. Please?”
And this was one
of the biggest problems in our relationship. I couldn’t resist his magical sex
voice and his glowing sea-green flashlight eyes that popped against his
contrasting dark hair. Luckily for me, he was a good guy and didn’t ask too
much of me, because I could NOT resist his charms.
“Sure thing,” I
said, batting my eyelashes against my auburn eyes. He wasn’t the only seductive
tease in this relationship. I turned, giving him a lovely view of my behind,
before turning just my head in his direction. “Tea?”
“Please,” my sexy
puppy followed me into the kitchen as I turned on the already filled kettle.
Grabbing my nearby apron, I leveled the playing field by getting sort-of
dressed. Hey, he still had his pants on and I had something important to
discuss. If I wasn’t somewhat covered, I’d have less than one percent of his
attention.
Adam gave me a
gentle slap on my behind before I hopped up onto the barstool beside his. Maybe
I’d have to get a sweat suit on if I wanted him to hear anything I had to say.
“She kissed me.”
That got his full attention, and by full, there might have been some movement
in his pants, but I couldn’t be certain.
“Do tell,” Adam
put his elbows on the table and rested his chin across his hands.
“She’s a
post-pregnancy mess. Her boobs were leaking enough to lighten my coffee three
shades and she cried that Roger hadn’t done the nasty since she gave birth, and
when I went to comfort her, she kissed me like we were in 1920’s Paris.”
“That’s perfect,”
Adam’s eyes glazed over, either imagining the scene, or struggling to
understand my historical reference.
“Perfect? How is
this perfect?”
The teakettle
whistled and I rose to fill our mugs. I turned, wondering why Adam wasn’t
answering me, but he was hypnotized by my now exposed ass. Right, fix our tea
and then get answers.
I brought our
steaming mugs over to our seats and slid my honey filled bear in front of us.
As soon as I sat, the spell was broken and Adam began to speak again, as if the
past minute had never happened.
“This is the
perfect time for you to step in and make her feel sexy again. Make her feel
like the sexy confident woman she should have been before Roger got a hold of
her. You are going to show her the true man she’s married to as well as the
life she’s missing out on by being trapped in her marriage.”
“I thought I was
going to seduce her?”
“You might have
to, but you may not. She’s the one who kissed you, so chances are she’s either
reliving that moment with regret for doing it or regret for stopping. How did
it feel to kiss her?”
“It was awkward
and she tasted like tears. It wasn’t pretty. It felt strange with her tiny lips
and her smooth skin against mine.” Adam’s eyes were glazed over again. “Shit,
why do guys get turned on by two women? If a guy had kissed me, he’d probably
be missing some fingers, or other parts by now.”
Adam laughed,
shifting in his seat. “Yes, most definitely. I don’t know what it is about two
women. It’s just so soft and pretty, instead of the rough mess that takes place
between a man and a woman.”
“I happen to love
the rough mess that takes place between us and I don’t want soft and pretty
sex, okay?”
Adam laughed, a
full laugh that revealed his perfect teeth and gorgeous pink tongue. That sexy
tongue had just been between my legs and everywhere else. I took a long gulp of
my too hot tea.
“What were you
thinking about, just a second ago?” Adam interrupted me. He’d been catching me
in turned-on thoughts. Somehow he recognized the look on my face and maybe I
was beginning to recognize his look too.
“Your tongue,” I
said slowly, drawing out the word tongue as seductively as I could muster.
Adam roared, I
swear, an actual guy roar that called to some deep dark place between my legs.
Wow, he was like the vagina-whisperer.
He carefully moved
our mugs aside with a gentleness that contradicted his primal noise, before
lifting me onto the counter and guiding my legs apart. The apron was raised up
around my waist as his fingers slid inside me. Adam sat at the stool, bringing
his face to my center, and gently licked that favorite spot between my legs.
His fingers
remained, gliding in and out of me, as his tongue expertly brought me near
climax.
A primal sound of
my own escaped me before Adam stopped.
“You like that?”
He asked.
“Uh, huh,” was all
I managed.
The next thing I
knew I was on all fours, with Adam behind me on the counter. Good thing I had a
tall ceiling. He slapped my ass again, this time harder than the first, as he
took my hips and guided himself inside of me.
I moaned, thinking
of how perfectly we fit each other, momentarily wondering if it was like this
with all couples or if our bodies were somehow made for each other.
His hand reached
in front of me, to the place his tongue had once been. The sensation was almost
too much as I arched my back up to meet him. His hands were everywhere,
appreciating the front of my body. I enjoyed this feeling, but it was limiting
our movements, so I lowered back into position.
This time, I let
Adam continue. From this position it felt like he was further inside of me than
he’d ever been before and something about this position felt wild and
animal-like. His fingers continued to circle my clit as I met him thrust for
thrust.
“Come with me,
Scarlett.” Adam’s words, matched with his smooth deep voice, sent me over the
edge.
I could feel Adam
swell and pulse as my own muscles clenched around him. He leaned over, lying
across my back, breathing heavily.
“You do amazing
things to my body, Scarlett.”
“Mine too.”
