Things are about to heat up…just in time for Christmas!

December 14, 2009 at 1:24 am (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

The holidays are rapidly approaching and the stores are definitely full! It seems like everywhere you look people are getting ready. One of my favorite things to do is drive through the neighborhood and look at the lights! It’s great to see all the different scenes 🙂

I’m going to be blogging on December 20th at www.roxannesrealm.blogspot.com

Make sure to drop by and say hi!

Excerpt 11

“What the hell were you thinking, going out with Jackson Hart?  Didn’t I make myself clear the other day?” her father bellowed.

            “If you would just meet him,” she pleaded.

            Her father snorted.  “I don’t have to meet him to know what he is.  He’s trash, Mallory.  Are you that blind that you can’t you see that?”

            She shook her head impatiently.  “No!  You’re wrong!”

            He rounded the desk in three strides, the vein in his forehead kicking in to overdrive. “Damn it!  I didn’t ask you for your opinion.  When I want to know what you think, trust me I’ll tell you in advance.  I told you not to see that boy anymore, and you deliberately defied me!”

            She backed away, fear beginning to gnaw at her insides.  “Daddy, if you would only listen,” she begged, her voice beginning to quiver.

            He threw his hands in the air, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.  Then, he gritted his teeth, shaking his head violently as he walked back to the other side of his desk.  “Enough!  I don’t want to hear anymore!  The Langes are coming over for dinner on Friday.  You will be there and you will forget all about this Hart boy.”

            She gave him a look that left little doubt that she thought he had gone senile prematurely.  “You can’t be serious?  You invited the Langes over?”

            “Yes, I invited the Langes over, and you will be the perfect hostess when they arrive.”

            “I don’t want to see Derrick Lange, daddy.  You had no right to invite him over.  I won’t do it!” she cried out.

            He leaned over the desk, glowering at her.  “I had every right.  This is my house and I’ll invite who I want over.  And you will be there with a smile.  It’s time you learned your place,” he replied ominously.

            She walked over to his desk.   “Daddy, please don’t do this.  Don’t you want me to be happy?”

            “Mallory, you’re young.  I know that you think you know what you want out of life, but you don’t.  When your mother died, she left it up to me to make sure you didn’t screw up your future.  So, that’s what I’m going to do, even if it is against your will.  You can fight me on it all you want, but the outcome will still be the same, I assure you.”

            The finality of his statement made her heart sink.  She ran out of the room, racing toward the stairs.  She wouldn’t let him see her cry.  Not that it would matter to him anyway.  A wall of stone had replaced his heart on the night her mother died.  He didn’t care about her.  He didn’t care about her happiness.  All he cared about was himself, and what he wanted.  Well, she wouldn’t do it.  She wouldn’t let him ruin her life.  The very fact that he thought she should be with Derrick made it clear that he didn’t know her at all.

            She waited upstairs in her bedroom for the house to quiet.  Slowly, she opened her door to peak out.  Seeing no one, she crept down the hall to the staircase.  Once she made it downstairs, she would be home free.  Her father slept like he was comatose, so her only real danger was that Curtis would wake up and squeal.  She took the stairs as quietly as she could, her hand trailing along the banister.  Finally, she reached her car, and released the breath she had been holding.

            Driving down the deserted streets, she glanced down at her watch to see that it was after midnight.  She had to be crazy to go out tonight.  If her father found out, she would be in even bigger trouble than she already was.   Still, she couldn’t stay locked up in the house all night.  She had to see Jackson, had to feel his arms around her.    

            She pulled onto the dirt road by the river, flipping on her brights.  This was completely insane.  What was she doing?  What would she say when she got to the door?  ‘Hi, I just wanted to talk.’  At midnight?  This was a huge mistake.  When she reached their cabin, she noticed that Jackson‘s mother’s car wasn’t parked out front.   Jackson‘s bike was propped up under a small overhang.  Parking the car, her eyes scanned the cabin.  No lights were on, which alerted her that everyone must be asleep.  She got out of the car, rubbing her arms at the chill in the air.  Creeping across the road to the side of the house, she stared at the windows in the house, trying to determine which room was Jackson‘s.   

            She climbed the steps to the front porch, sneaking over to the window.  If she was wrong, they would both be in trouble.  And, she would have a lot of explaining to do about why she was out here skulking around the place like a criminal.  She lightly rapped her knuckles on the window, holding her breath.  Her eyes widened as she heard movement.  The light came on making her heart jump.  The drapes were quickly pushed back to reveal a shirtless Jackson on the other side. 

            A frown marred his features as he opened the window.  “Mallory, what’s wrong?” he asked, his confusion clear.

            “I had to see you.”

            He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.  “What time is it?”

            “A little bit after midnight.  Can I come in?” she asked hesitantly.

            He yawned sleepily.  “Yeah, walk around to the front door, and I’ll let you in.”

            When he pulled the door open, she rushed into his arms.  One of his hands slid under her hair to caress her nape.  Her eyes closed, as she breathed in the musky scent of him.  This was why she had come.  Jackson made her feel safe.  The feel of his arms around her, the warmth of his body against hers, his mouth pressing tender kisses against her forehead.  Her heart swelled with emotion.  There was no use in denying it.  Somewhere along the way, she had fallen in love with him.  She knew that now.  She loved his quiet strength, his infectious humor, his dogged determination.  There was no way to know what the future would bring, but one way or another they would find a way to make this work. 

            They had to.

“What happened?” he inquired.

“Where’s your mother?”

“She’s taking care of a sick friend in Vincennes.  She won’t be back until tomorrow.  Now, what happened?”

“I had another fight with my father.  I hate him.”

His eyes narrowed.  “What was the fight about?” he demanded.

She looked away, unable to meet his gaze.  “It doesn’t matter.”

His hands came up to caress her face, holding her head in place so that she could not avoid his inquisitive stare.  “The fight was about me, wasn’t it?”

Her silence made the answer clear.

“It certainly didn’t take long for him to find out,” he snorted, a scowl forming on his face.

She huffed in aggravation.  “He has eyes everywhere.”

“Apparently,” he scoffed.

Her fingers traced the muscles in his chest.  “Can I stay here tonight?  I don’t want to go home.”  Her gaze rose to meet his with a silent pleading.

Jackson stared down at the girl who had stolen most of his sleep since the night they met.  Her hazel eyes begged him not to refuse her.  The truth was that the battle had already been lost.  There was no way he could tell her to leave.  He wanted her too much.  Taking her hand, he led her into his bedroom.  Once inside, she walked into his arms, as his lips fused against hers.  His tongue teased her mouth open, searching out its warm hollow.  His hands came up to cradle the sides of her face, holding her prisoner to his sensual assault.  Her fingers clutched the muscles in his back. 

Suddenly, she took a step away from him, her eyes never leaving his.   When her fingers came up to pull at the buttons on her blouse, his mouth went dry.  His eyes darkened.  God, he wanted her.  Waiting had been one of the hardest things he had ever done, but he had known it was necessary.  He needed to know that she was sure about what she wanted before they went any further than they had already gone.  This thing that they started had grown into much more than it was ever meant to be.  And going any further without careful consideration would be a huge mistake.  Remembering his noble intentions when she was arching against him in the throes of passion had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. 

But he wanted her to be sure.

Sure about him.

And as her blouse drifted over her arms, falling to the floor, he realized that she was.  He felt his erection thicken.  The sweatpants he wore to bed provided no cover for the bulge it created.  Her pants glided down her hips, making his lips part.  The look in her eyes left little doubt of her intent.  She was tired of waiting. 

He couldn’t blame her.           

He was tired of waiting too. 

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching his, before she reached behind to unclasp her bra.  When it fell to the floor, he felt like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs.  Perfectly rounded breasts that he knew would fit his palm perfectly made his fingers twitch at his side.  Swollen pink nipples made his mouth water. 

He watched her take a deep breath, before sliding her thumbs under the elastic of her panties.  His entire body stiffened.  In fascination, he watched as they fell to the floor.  She stood before him completely bare to everything but his gaze.  Immediatley, he was thankful that he had left the light on.  His eyes blazed a trail of heat over her body, caressing her intimately. 

Her auburn hair formed loose curls around her bare shoulders.  Her red lips fell open, and her nipples tightened from the cool air.  Crossing the room to take her in his arms, his eyes closed as he felt her breasts press against his chest.  His mouth covered hers as his hands trailed over the sides of her breasts to travel lower.  They moved down her side stopping to slide around the curve of her buttocks.  He lifted her against his erection, causing her to moan into his mouth.  When he backed her toward the bed, she clutched his broad shoulders to keep her balance.

She moved onto the bed, as his eyes traveled over her body hungrily.  He followed her down, his body covering hers on the small twin.  His fingers tunneled into her hair, his mouth devouring hers.  Edging to the side, his hand slipped over her stomach to travel to the patch of hair between her thighs.  He parted her with his fingers, as his mouth poised over one taut nipple.  When his tongue teased the tip, his finger slid inside her. 

She moaned his name, her body clinging to him hungrily.  His finger moved in and out of her body in a maddening rhythm, as his tongue teased the tip of her nipple.  He nipped at it gently, making her fingers contract on his shoulders.  She moved against his hand, unable to stop as she sought the pinnacle he so willingly offered.  Her breathing quickened, and he felt her muscles tighten around his finger. 

Jackson,” she cried out, as her fingers dug into his shoulders. 

The feeling of her climax running down his hand made him want to come right then.  After a month of waiting, holding out to make her sure that she enjoyed her first time was going to be a feat that wouldn’t be accomplished easily.

“Jackson, please,” she pleaded softly.

He raised his head to look deeply into her eyes. 

“Make love to me.”

His eyes searched hers, waiting for some sign of uncertainty despite her words, but he found none.  The knowledge that she wanted this as badly as he wanted her made him burn with desire.  He eased out of bed to walk over to his desk to grab his wallet.  He fished a condom out, coming back to face her. 

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

The affirmation was all he needed. 

He pushed his sweatpants over his legs letting them fall to the floor.  Her eyes widened at the vision of his erection, which stood at full attention.  As he climbed into bed beside her, her body instinctively curled toward his.  She watched in fascination as he sheathed his bulging manhood in the thin layer of latex.  When he rolled on top of her, his hips spreading her legs, he felt her tense.  His eyes bore into hers.  She lifted her hips against him in silent acceptance.

His mouth covered hers, his tongue sliding between her lips.  Slowly, he began to push against the delicate barrier of her virginity.  Suddenly, he felt it give way as he entered her.  His hips rocked gently as her body begrudgingly allowed him inside.  She whimpered against his mouth.  He held her tight, each push of his body bringing him further inside of her.  He rested his forehead against hers. 

“You’re so tight,” he murmured softly. 

She bit her lower lip as he filled her completely.  When they were fully joined together, his eyes met hers.  His mouth covered hers, his tongue entering her mouth to tease her.  One of his hands came up to claim her breast, while the other slid around her thigh.  He started to move slowly, tentatively.  Soon, he felt her body responding to him.    

He squeezed his eyes shut.  God, the feel of her body wrapped around him was driving him insane.  He drove into her again, her muscles clutching him tightly.  She was so tight.  So tight and wet.  She arched against him, her breasts crushing against his chest.  His hand slid around to curve into the cleft of her buttocks holding her still for his thrusts.  He was so close.  He tried to reign himself in, tried to remind himself that he had to make this good for her too, but the feel of her body enveloping him was making it very difficult.   He had had sex before, but it was nothing like this. 

Finally, the pressure was too much for him to bear.  He pounded into her, unable to stop himself his mind intent on his own climax.  He felt her shudder all around him, and his name escaped her mouth on a breathy sigh.   His body moved of its own volition, mindlessly seeking release.  When he found it, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced.  Completely spent, his head fell into the curve of her neck.  His heart beat so fast that he thought he might have a heart attack.  He lay there for a moment trying to catch his breath.

She pressed a kiss against the side of his neck, making him shudder.  He lifted his head, his hair tousled from her fingers.  He placed a tender kiss on her lips, his eyelids heavy. 

“I love you, Jackson.”

Stay Tuned for more of Choices…

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