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Sommer

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Wanderlust part 65 "Exactly"

Here we are rocketing toward our destination, dear readers. I have to say, I will miss doing this. I also have to say, I doubt this will be my last serial novel. I've had too much fine waking up to Johnny and Really and you all every morning.

Good stuff, good stuff. And we still have a few days left. So buckle up...

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Sommer

Wanderlust
part 65
by Sommer Marsden

I made my mind up outside a diner in Las Vegas. Johnny was finishing up another of his atrocious sandwiches. This one was called a Monte Cristo and I had though the Reuben was bad.

"I have to do something," I said.

"It's not leave, is it? Because that would really ruin this love buzz thing I've got going." He said it as a joke but there was a small flicker of fear in his eyes.

We were both so beat to shit by emotions that the slightest hesitation from either of us provoked anxiety. He had sworn to never love again and I had sworn I'd never love at all. I was pretty sure, though—with time—we'd get over it.

"Nope. Much worse than tearing myself away from you." I leaned across the table quickly and kissed him. I wanted him alone and naked and vulnerable again. But for now I relished watching him eat like he hadn't eaten in a year.

"Calling the old man, then?"

"Yes."

"Listen, we are dangerously low on funds. We might be drifting to our final destination on fumes."

"We'll make it," I said, because I truly felt in my gut that we would.

I used the pay phone on the side of the building, studying the graffiti that said Yesh and Kuntlikker and wondered why they couldn't at least spell the words right. Maybe I was getting old.

"Mason Blake." I had dialed his cell and not the front desk.

"Hi, daddy."

Silence. And then, "How much do you need?"

"I don't need anything," I said. "I called to say goodbye."

"Still with your waiter?"

"Does it matter?"

"Listen, Aurelia, I know losing your mother upset you. But you can come back whenever you like. To this life. No grudges held."

Lying.

"No thanks. I'm fine. I just wanted to say goodbye. More for me, than for you," I said.

I was surprised at my calm, but then again, not much. Johnny had helped me remold a lot of what used to live inside of me. A lot of my ugliness had turned to beauty. Mildly twisted beauty—but still…it was beauty.

"Jackson is filing for divorce, you know." His voice had become clipped now that he realized he was not going to win. That I would not come crawling back.

"Good. Tell him I'll check in periodically and let him know where to send the papers."

"He's sad."

Ploy.

"No he's not. He's realizing he's relieved. And you know, daddy, you really should keep him on and treat him well. He's more of a son to you than I've ever been a daughter. And he's loyal to you. I don't know how me manages that, but he is. He deserves to be treated as a son."

"Just come back and stop this nonsense, Really."

He rarely used my nickname and that, too, was a ploy.

"Nope. But I'll call soon. I'll be fine. Not that you were worried."

Beyond how it affects you…

"Aurelia, you still have money. I won't put a hold on the account if you—" He was bluffing. That money was mine.

"I don't think so. That money costs too much. Take care, daddy," I said and gently hung up.

I was finally ready to see that once my mother died, my family ties had been severed. The only family I would have now was the one I created for myself.

I turned fast and walked into a wall of man. "You okay, Snowflake?"

I smiled at him. "I am great."

And then we were leaving Las Vegas and barreling toward our destination. The sky was blue and balmier than the weather we had left.

We hit the California border and I stared at that blue sign like it was a spaceship.

"Wow."

"Wow?" He raised an eyebrow.

"It was just an idea before," I said.

"Now it's reality."

"It is. And us…"

"We lied and lied and lied. Right?"

I grinned. "Yes, we did lie, didn't we?"

"We'll be okay," he said as if he could see that vein of uncertainty that lived in my head. That little rivulet of fear that always entwined itself into my thoughts.

"I know."

"We'll have to work."

"I can work. Fuck, I look forward to work. And don't laugh at me." I stared ahead watching the blacktop river of road ahead of us. The yellow dotted lines looked as if they were leading us straight to our futures.

"I would never laugh at you. I'm itching to work some myself. Something with my hands. Dirt and sweat, out in the sun," he said laughing.

"Are we going to stop once more or just go?"

"We're going to just go. I have a place I'd like to show you. But we might not be there until dark."

"Since when did we not do things in the dark?" I asked.

"Exactly." Johnny winked at me and I felt my body warm. It was like being in on the best inside joke ever.

I turned the radio on and put my head back to watch it all come rushing at me.

I have waited a lifetime. Spent my time so foolishly. But now that I've found you. Together we'll make history…

"Turn it up," Johnny said. His eyes straight ahead but the rest of him relaxed. More relaxed than I'd ever seen him.

"Exactly," I said echoing him—laughing at the whole burst of happiness I felt—and then I cranked it.

STAY TUNED...

The maiden review for...

Schooling ! yay! First one (that I've seen). By NOR, no less.

4.75 stars, my friends. Pardon me while I do the funky chicken.

Another story I had no faith in. Heh. I, apparently, have horrible self-judgment.

The full review is here.

My favorite bit is:

"The story is fast paced and though provoking. While the sex is hot and numerous, some of the situations are humorous and laugh out loud funny."

Thanks to Marika and NOR for taking the time to review me. :)

XOXO
Sommer

some awesomeness from The Readers Roundtable...

Super nice 4.5 crown review that made me smile from TRR. Best part (come on, you expect it now, dontcha?):

"…if you like to stretch your boundaries and see things from another perspective, Learning to Drown may well be the best book you'll buy in quite a while."

Thanks for Zoe at TRR for taking the time to review me.

And I have to say, my little book I almost trashed because I thought everyone would hate it is making me proud. Just goes to show, sometimes you have to have some blind faith in your work.

XOXO
Sommer

Wanderlust part 64 "a burst of light in a very dark world"

Morning, kidlets. Boy did we have some huuuuuuuge thunderstorms last night around oneish. Hours. Anyway, that's the closest thing you're going go to coherent from me at the moment. How about you try this on for size and I'll have another cuppa...

XOXO
S

Wanderlust
part 64
by Sommer Marsden

It was the shower first. Hot, hot water, lots of steam and us using every excuse in the book to touch each other. Soaping backs and fronts and naughty bits. Kisses and embraces and under it all, like a fault line, ran this shiver of excitement in me that I had just lived out that fantasy.

And this memory would be sweet. I couldn't quite tell if I had any desire to ever do it again, but it had been done. Pretty, sexy Mercury had been done. By me. And I had been done by him.

"Do you think it's true?" I asked Johnny, soaping his cock.

"Do I think what's true? And fuck, Really, how am I to think anything at all when you're doing that?"

I grinned at him. "Do you think what Mercury said is true. We are so into each other it's like a third person in the room. Like an…entity?"

He pushed me to the cool tile and pinned me between his arms. Johnny mashed his broad, wet chest, festooned with gems of hot water to my breasts and licked my lower lip and then my top lip. He kissed my eyelids and my cheekbones. His mouth grazed my hairline and my neck. And then he whispered, lips pressed to my ear, "Yes."

I sucked in a shuddery breath and it was a struggle getting my startled body to breathe. "Let's shave your head," I said, because my brain was scrambled and it was all I could think to say.

"Right. Let's do that. Straight razor or regular?"

"God, don't give the straight razor right now. I'm so flooded with adrenaline I'd probably scalp you."

"Not interested in that, thanks." He winked. When I stepped free of the shower, he smacked my ass so hard I yelped.

He got out and dried off.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to stay in the tub?"

"Nope." He dropped to his knees and waited patiently. Like some great and silent warrior vigilant on his knees.

"I. Um…Okay." For some reason it was hard for me to focus on anything with him like that. And it wasn't the sexual nature of it. It was the intimate and somehow vulnerable nature of it.

I put the shaving cream on his scalp, running the flat of my hand over his skin. Coating him in white shaving foam, I began to drag the razor over his scalp. He found my thighs with his hands and simply held them.

"You're shaking," he said.

"I know."

I rinsed the head of the razor in the sink and ran another clean line from his hairline to the back of his neck.

"Why are you shaking, Really? Did you not enjoy our little toy?"

"I did enjoy her," I said. "I don't know why I'm shaking."

I expected him to slide his hands up my inner thighs. I expected him to make a move. I expected a lot. What I did not expect was him to stay silent, stay on his knees and to simply keep his hands on my trembling thighs.

I'd gotten pretty good with the whole shaving thing. I was a bit of a pro if I did say so myself. I had him smooth and clean without a nick on his head in under five minutes. I left the stubble on his face for two reasons. Firstly, I liked the stubble. Secondly, Johnny shaved every morning as it was. No need for me and my trembling hands to carve up his face.

He looked up at me and that startling blue gaze set of a burst of something akin to anxiety in my chest. But it was also akin to excitement. I remembered my father spouting off before one of their big business deals that the human body did not know the difference between good stress and bad. Between excitement and fear. It was all the same chemical soup. What did recognize the difference was the brain. The brain said excitement.

"What?" I whispered.

But I knew what.

"I'm here, Really. I'm on my knees…for you. I've fucked up and I've hurt you and you're still here. There has to be a reason. I love you. And here I am." He spread his hands like a praying man would when making a plea to something bigger than himself. "Still on my knees. Won't you give it to me, Really?"

And there it was. That moment. That instant where it all came rushing at me so fast and so hard that it was like I could hear the whump in my head like some explosive had been detonated and all the air had been snatched from the room.

I felt my legs start to shake in earnest and my stomach zipped and tingled with nerves and my throat was too small and the world was too big. I put my hands no his smooth head—stroking it. His eyelids wavered like they wanted to drift shut, but he kept his gaze trained on me.

I took in a great shuddering breath and pushed my finger to his lower lip, watching the plump flesh depress with my touch. I smiled at him even though I felt a few tears break free of my lower eyelids.

"I love you, Johnny," I said.

And then dropped to my knees.

*****

And oh, it was so much better then. Tears. They ran and ran and I didn't care and for every one that broke free, Johnny kissed it away.

He spread me out on those two tiny cheap-ass towels and lowered himself over me while pushing himself into me.

It was so much better. So much. And I felt so fucking naked, inside more than out. He'd seen my body, Christ, in a million different ways. But here he got to see my insides, my soul. The busted, broken, black bits and the healing, pink and shiny bits.

"Tell me again," he said, hiking my legs up in his hands so that he could drive deeper.

I had no breath, but I found it and managed. "I love you."

"Say my name."

This time it was a sob, but I didn't know why. And yet it was okay. It was fine. I could sob. I could cry. I could beg, plead, yell, scream and confess. Because it was all okay.

We were face to face and already I was on the verge of coming. Already that release was licking at hidden muscles and flesh. His eyes burned into me, his scar seemed to glow. A good man who thought he was bad. A savior who thought he was demon.

"I love you, Johnny," I said. "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. I. Love. You."

He pressed his forehead to mine and it was fast and it was blissful. We both came, a burst of light in a very dark world.

STAY TUNED...

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Sommer

I could not believe...well...Wanderlust part 62 "...it will get you off, Aurelia" and Wanderlust part 63 "Cupcake...Snowflake..."

Well, Jeeezum Crow! I asked a lot of my readers on Twitter if they wanted me to go balls to the wall today. What does that mean? It means I had three whole installments done and we are rocketing toward the finish. But guess what they said. The large majority (and majority rules unless I vote like...six times) said NO! I could not believe...well...*SIGH*

These people have way more patience than self. So I am compromising. It's been a while since I did two. So you have two installments below. Two for the price of one to celebrate my zombie book that comes out some time today.

So off we go...you weird, weird patient people. (((but hey! they are oddly long! so there's that :D )))

XOXO
Sommer



Wanderlust
part 62
by Sommer Marsden

I was the one who made him turn off the main road so we could go to the Silver Pearl. The sign was a jittery study in hot pink neon that simply promised, Girls! Girls! Girls!

"You sure about this, Snowflake?" He guided the Chevy into the back of the lot and put it in park. When he cut the engine, he turned to me, waiting for the verdict.

"I'm sure. I've never ever been to strip club. Curiosity killed the Really," I said. Then I kissed him. I caught my fingers up in his denim shirt and twisted so that he had to lean into me. I had a sudden urge to change my mind and just take him back to the hotel and fuck him again.

"Okay, then." His voice was a little rough, a little dark, a little deep. He was thinking the same thing.

"Plus, I got all pretty," I sighed.

"You're always pretty, Really."

I grinned at him. I had pulled on my black leggings and my black flats. I'd chosen my white tunic but unbuttoned it low so that a few peeks of my black lace bra showed through. I'd wheedled my way into borrowing Johnny's other belt. A beat up black leather number with a silver buckle. He'd punched a spare hole in the leather with a pen knife for me. Some chandelier earrings I'd found hanging out at the bottom of my purse had completed the ensemble.

Not too shabby for a girl who'd been living out of a car for the last week or so.

"Ready?" My voice was high and thin. I was a bundle of nerves and anxiety.

He actually laughed at me. A low rumbling, true laugh that made me blush. "You are all atwitter, aren't you?"

"I am!"

"Let's go then. And you—" He pointed at me.

"What?" I gasped.

"You keep your wallet put away. We don't need any more mishaps with that. Got it?"

"Got it."

And away we went. Into the thumping, neon lit womb of the club. A bouncer—so big he made Johnny look petite—checked our ID, took our cover charge and informed us that for gentlemen, there was a three drink minimum.

We sat at the bar and drank watered down, expensive drinks as we waited.

The loudspeaker made me jump and the man's voice was total 1970's radio announcer cheese, but I grinned like an ass and waited like a kid at the circus.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, put your hands together for Mercury. She rolls, she glides, she slides. She's liquid, she's quicksilver, she's always slippery." And then the music kicked in and my skin pebbled to hear Love and Rockets No Big Deal.

I just don't know what I'm gonna do with you…Your feet are still on the ground, still you put me down, I just don't know what I'm gonna do with you…

Tall and lanky, curvy like an hourglass, she worked the pole, her black hair swinging in her face like it just wanted to touch her. I understood the sentiment.

I felt Johnny's mouth on my ear. "Look at you, Snowflake. If you had a cock you'd have wood."

"I have wood," I whispered back, licking his lobe. "You just can't see it."

You're no big deal…

She spun, hair flying, the tiny little spider web nighty she wore, clinging and then surrendering to gravity to fly away from her body.

Mercury abandoned the pole and peeled the baby doll off one strap at a time to reveal pale perfect breasts—natural, thanks so much—with rosy nipples at the center. I imagined, quite vividly, that those breasts would fit the palm of my hand perfectly.

Johnny's hand was on my thigh—just resting there—and I realized how God awful wet I was. How unbelievably turned on. And then I realized her eyes were glued to me and she was shimmying free of that little patch of fabric they called a thong. Under it was an even smaller scrap that barely covered air let alone skin.

Mercury hit the stage, crawling to the beat and somehow undulated her way to me—right up to me. And at the edge of the stage, she said, "Hi. You sure are pretty." Before I could even draw air she shot those surreal seawater eyes to Johnny and said, "So, big boy. Do you share her or what?"

But her number was over and Mercury had to leave the stage. She gave me one more pointed look and my heart thundered, filling my chest and my throat.

I turned to Johnny. "I want her," I said.

He looked at me.

"I want her and you can watch and you can be a part of it. To a degree, but not her. You can't touch her," I said.

He continued his stare.

Yes, I was paying him back for Fallon. No touching Mercury. Mercury was mine. And that was that. He could take it or leave it. I mean, it hadn't even been anything I realized I wanted until I wanted it.

But now…I did want it. bad.

"Yes or no," I blurted because I could feel her coming. I knew she'd be out soon to find us and I wanted to know where I stood. How he felt.

"Whatever you want, Really," he said.

Unlike other times in my life, that was not a placation or a put-off. It was not, take it and shut up or I have no idea how to handle you so you can have it. This was genuine. I love you, I want you, I understand you…you can have whatever you want.

I grabbed his face and blurted, "Fuck me you need a shave! And then I kissed him. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, stroking the tip of mine over the tip of his and when he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch under the bar, I felt how fucking hard he was. What my kissing did to him.

And then a scotch and cigarette voice said in my ear. "Isn't this sweet? So can I get in on this or what? 'Cause sweetie, you are a pretty little niblet."

And then her hand was on my thigh too.

Johnny leaned in, always thinking. "Business or personal?" he asked.

I was confused, but she grinned. "Personal. My real names, Maggie. You can call me Maggie or Mercury and my shift ends in an hour."

Now she was facing me, having sidled up to my thigh she pressed her flat belly to my leg. Her eyes really were quite pale green, like water or sky. I felt shaky and excited and aroused.

I also felt eyes on me—hers and Johnny's.

"That's fine then. My girl here's quite taken with you," he said and then introduced us.

I thought, wildly, he was a pimp in reverse. Brokering a brief affair for me with a beautiful young woman because I had an urge to be with a woman for the first time.

On my damn terms.

"I'm pretty taken with her, too. You'd be amazed," she said to me, her lips kissing distance from mine, "how many ugly women we get in here. Christ, how many ugly men. It's quite often what us dancers call ugfests. But you two…you stand out. And out of everyone, you stand out the most." She pressed her fingertip to my lower lip and then smiled. "Gotta go back. You will wait here for me?"

I could only nod.

Johnny said, "An hour."

And then she was gone. I was starting to understand the Mercury name.

He leaned into me and tugged my hair gently. "So, what exactly do I get to do in this little scenario, Snowflake? Fill me in while we wait."

So I did. And when I was done talking I asked him, "Are you on board with that?"

He made a tugging motion with his hand and a train horn sound that sounded pretty fucking realistic. "All aboard. Tickets please." Then he grinned at me and grabbed my tunic. He yanked me in—rough and hard, so that my body revved up for him—and kissed me.

"I'm on board if it will get you off, Aurelia. But when she's gone, you're mine. Deal?"

"Deal."

Wanderlust
part 63
by Sommer Marsden

I had never kissed a woman I found attractive before. And I thought of that all the way back to the hotel. Mercury was following us. And yes, Mercury is what I would call her.

I had just enough time to stand on tiptoe and kiss Johnny—a breathless, anxious kiss—before she showed up in the doorway.

"Nevada's finest," she said and sauntered in.

Johnny very quietly dropped in a wicker chair in the corner. It was amazing how docile a man his size can be when he feels he's fulfilling something for you.

"Sweet, right?" I laughed nervously.

"Yes. You. Are, cupcake."

Cupcake…Snowflake…

"I meant—"

"I know, I know." She dropped her big black bag, took my wrists in her small hands and guided me toward her, her fingers tangled in the hem of my tunic. Her lips were soft and slippery with gloss and her tongue, when it speared past my lips, tasted like lime and rum.

My pussy went wet, my nipples spiked, and though I couldn't see him, I sure as shit could feel Johnny's gaze on us. I heard the wicker chair complain as he readjusted.

"So how about you take your clothes off?" she said.

Johnny in female form, that is what I'd chosen. I had to smile at that. "I can do that." My hands were shaking, but just a little, as I peeled off the tunic and the leggings. Already, Mercury was dealing with my bra clasp and she pushed the lacy black boy shorts I wore down to my knees.

She kissed me again, her mouth blazing a trail of slippery spittle from my throat to my breasts. I sighed, let my head drop back. My chandelier earrings jingled merrily, brushing my bare shoulders.

When she pushed me back to lie on the bed, I froze up and said. "I want to. I want you on your back."

She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at me and smiled. "Ah, okay. Exerting some power, are you?"

"I just…I've never…I want to. Is that a problem?"

Mercury hit the bed and peeled off her cut-off shorts. She yanked off her jean jacket and her tank and under it was nothing. No bra. No panties. Just her. Shaved pussy that had only a tiny strip Jackson had always called a landing strip. Her navel was pierced and above her left hipbone was a black feather.

She was perfect. Beautiful and smooth and tone, like she'd been carved from stone.

I looked at Johnny for just an instant. His pants were still done, his buckle too. But his cock was hard. I could see it from here, that rigid hump in the denim. And it added an extra shiver up my spine to know he was turned on. And watching me.

He gave me a small nod and an even smaller smile as if to say, go on, Really. Do what you gotta do.

I crawled toward her. Started kissing her at knee level and worked my way up, dropping small baby kisses along her warm skin. She sighed contentedly and when I got to the tops of her thighs, I remembered Johnny's trick for getting me outrageously hot. I played my lips over the tops of her thighs, down that silken skin of her inner thighs. I kissed her mound and let my tongue trail along the flesh that outlined her sex. I nibbled one outer lip tasting the rich, musky, sweet flavor of aroused woman.

"Come on, Cupcake," she said, laughing. It was good natured. She was telling me she wanted it. And I wanted to give it to her.

But not yet.

I pushed my body up over hers, feeling our skin rub together. Hers smooth and warm. Mine a bit cooler from nerves. Her nipples pebbled under me, her belly flat to mine. I ground my hips along her hips, feeling the pressure from her pelvis give me the pressure I needed to grasp.

She yanked my hair hard enough to make me cry out and then she kissed me until I forgot why I was making that noise. I found her with my fingers as she found me with hers. She was hot and tight and wet inside. All the things you would expect and yet still startling in their simple perfection. I nudged my fingers deeper, feeling the foreign terrain of her body under my finger tips. I gasped when she filled me with her slender fingers—still kissing me—but fucking me hard with a fat bundle of three talented digits.

I heard the wicker complain again but no sounds of anything other than a man sitting there—watching.

I bent my neck, sucked her nipple hard enough that I felt her cunt flex up tight and greedy around my fingers. I bit it and her pussy spasmed again. One more kiss and the swirl of her sweet tongue and I was pushing away, going low, finding her with my mouth and sucking her clit so that she hissed, "Shit!" and gripped the bed cover.

I did everything to Mercury that I liked done to me. I put my fingers deep inside of her and then gently curled my fingers instead of thrusting. I sucked her clit before teasing it with my tongue kept broad and flat. And when she was so wet, when my fingers were slippery and slick inside of her, when her hips could not stop moving and her breath was a raspy pant, I nibbled her clit for a moment and then teased her straight into orgasm with my rigid tongue.

I pushed my forehead to her belly and waited. letting her calm.

She went for a handful of my hair. "Come up here, so I can—"

"That's not what I want," I said.

Her eyes, pale and liquid regarded me. "No?"

"No." I smiled.

"What do you want? Toys, strap-on? What's your pleasure, pretty?"

I turned to face Johnny and asked him a question, "Will you fuck me? While I do her one more time?"

I turned to Mercury. "If that's okay with you."

"If that's what does it for you." She touched my face. It was a friendly, gentle touch. No malice here. Nothing like Fallon.

"I only have one rule," I said to her.

"What's that?"

"Don't touch him. At all."

Her eyes flashed and she grinned. "Wow. Pity, but sure. I didn't come here for him anyhow. Not that he's not fetching with his largeness and his scar."

I smiled back. "He is. Isn't he?"

The bed dipped and Johnny was there. Amazing how you can recognize energy simply by feel after a while. There was no mistaking the electric buzz of Johnny Rose in close proximity to me.

I looked at him over my shoulder. "And you, no—"

He shook his head briskly, his face serious. "You don't even have to finish that sentence, Really."

He wouldn't be touching her, then. I let out the breath I'd been holding.

He parted my legs and held my hips in his hands. Hands I cherished. Hands that comforted me. Yes, fuck it, hands I love.

His cock pressed to me and then penetrated me, slipping deep so, so fast because I was so fucking ready.

I bent my head back to Mercury. She was sensual and rich and spicy in my face. Already wet and plump and swollen. I nuzzled her and she groaned with contentment.

Johnny's fingers found me and he tweaked my clit in little harsh bursts that shattered the pure pleasure of his cock in me with tiny slivers of pain. It was perfect. My cunt clutched up around him almost instantly. I fucked Mercury with the rigid tip of my tongue, used my fingers to hold her pussy lips wide. When I was so unbearably close form Johnny's thrusting, I latched my mouth over her pussy and started to suck.

"Jesus," she said.

I could not speak to agree, but yes, Jesus.

Johnny's hands were almost painfully tight on my flesh and the way he was thrusting—a barely controlled chaos—told me that he was close too. And he could read my body almost as well as I could. Which meant he felt the incredible tightness of my pussy around his shaft. And he knew. Knew that all it would take was one little trigger and I was gone.

So he pushed his finger into my ass as he fucked me. Slow and steady and sure, he thrust his finger all the way in and the pinch and sparkle did me in.

I sucked at Mercury and then nipped her. Pushing my fingers deep into her cunt. And then she was grabbing my hair, yanking, adding to the pain I felt. She was coming. That final sparkle of pain she gave me pushed me over and I came too, my face still working between her lovely thighs, the rest of me open and eager and thrusting back to take my Johnny.

And when he came, when he cried out, I started to cry. Feeling him holding me up by my hips. Feeling his fingers curl in against my flesh. Hearing him say my name.

There was a moment of stillness before it was broken. And then, "Whoa, did I hurt you?" Mercury asked, as we slowly disengaged. She wiped tears from my face.

Tears that once would have embarrassed me but now did not faze me at all.

"Nope," I said. "I just—hard to explain. But I need to ask—"

She held a hand up. "No worries, doll. It was fun. Really fun. But you two are so into each other it's like a third person in the room. Besides me, I mean. Good luck."

She dropped a kiss on my lips, licking them swiftly as if gathering up her own flavor, nodded to Johnny and was gone.

He moved in and wiped away more tears. "You sure you're okay?"

He looked bemused but concerned.

"I am more than fine. I'm happy. But you—"

He frowned. For one little instant he almost looked afraid.

"What?"

"You totally need a shave. Get in the bathroom."

"You're not tired?

"I am but nowhere near able to sleep."

He gathered me against him, both of us naked. He was so hot, like a man shaped furnace. I ran my fingers over his chest, traced a nipple, touched the scar that bisected his eyebrow.

He brushed his lips over mine, cupping the back of my head and holding me to him while he kissed me deeply. I started to shake from that kiss. That all-consuming kiss.

"Come on. Let's shower first, because, baby…" He laughed and winked at me.

"What?"

"You smell like pussy."

My mouth popped open. "Is that bad?"

"No. But right now, the only pussy I'm interested in smelling is yours."

"Oh, now, eh?" I was teasing.

"Well, that is up to you, ultimately, isn't it, Aurelia?"

I swallowed hard and followed him. The words I wanted were stuck in my throat.

Wanderlust part 61 "He buckled me in brass and leather"

Well, friends and neighbors, we've cracked 80K. I can feel the constant urge and pressure to just keep writing this book and finish it. But that's not what this journey's been about or how I've been writing it. So, it is very much, at the moment, a practice in patience for me. I suck at patience. :)

In other good news, my brand new zombie novella WE KILL DEAD THINGS comes out tomorrow from Resplendence Publishing. I. Am. Stoked! Woohoo!

Beyond all that, home again with a sick kid today. And have about a billion things to get done on the writing front. Let's see how many out of a billion I can manage. :)

XOXO
S

Wanderlust
part 61
by Sommer Marsden

We trickled into Nevada. The scrappy little plants and succulents forming a militaristic line showing us the way. There was sky and desert and dust. And more sky.

"I want to do something," I said. "We're very close."

"We are very close. We can just keep driving, you know. We don't have to stop."

But I wanted to. I wanted to make a grand entrance into California. I don't know why. I didn't even know if we planned to stay there for the long run. Or if it was just a hit and run, where we showed up, shoved our feet into some sand, looked at some rolling banks of waves, kissed terra firma and then got back in the car.

But the destination was approaching and the trip itself had been a doozy and I wanted to do something.

"Nah. Let's find a place. We okay on money?" I ask, remembering. It was something I had to force myself to remember. We needed to watch our money.

"We slept in the car last night, so we're good."

Good. We were good.

"Right! So let's find a motel and go out."

"Out?" He gave me a sidelong glance and a half smile. It made me horny—always—that half smile of his.

"Yes, Out. The opposite of in. We will not be in for the night. We will be out."

"Thanks for clearing that up, professor."

I tried to recall what I had in my bag that I could gussy up. Jeans, leggings, jeans and leggings. It was a sickness with me, apparently.

I'd figure it out.

"Can we do that?" I asked, turning to him.

"We can. As long as you don't want to go out and blow our money or whatnot."

"No. I don't want to gamble—I've never seen the point of it, to be honest—I just want to go out."

"Fine by me. You okay, Really?" He was watching me as if I might shoot off into orbit.

"No," I admitted. "I am something I can only remember being a handful of times in my life."

I was jittery, shaky and lit up with it. I felt like I'd swallowed an electrical cord.

"What's that, Snowflake?"

I slid toward him fast on the bench deat, though he was steady behind the wheel. I kissed his cheek and then I kissed his head and then I kissed his mouth and he kissed me back. "I'm excited," I said. "I'm fucking excited. I don't know how to handle it."

"Looks like you're doing just fine."

*****

Our hotel room was the color of sand and sky. Pale straw colored bedspread, hot day in July blue sky. I dropped to the bed. "Wow. We are really fucking doing this."

He leered at me. That lupine grin he managed sometimes. I curled into a ball, rolled away, laughing. I knew that look.

"We are really fucking doing this. And I love that you are getting all…"

He peeled his tee off and I watched the ripple of skin and muscle and my mouth went dry. "All what?" I breathed.

"All kinetic about it."

The belt came out, the pants unzipped. He dropped his Levi's and tugged his boxer briefs down to show me that he was, in fact, loving seeing me all kinetic.

"Yes, kinetic," I breathed. Watching him. He was perfect and gorgeous and hard and I wanted him so very badly that fast. One instant. One heartbeat. One second ticked off on the clock of my life.

He came toward me and I squealed, shimmying away. Though, we both knew it was bullshit. We both knew I wanted it—wanted him.

"Come on, now. Let's celebrate Nevada," he growled and grabbed my ankle. He tugged me to him and I slid across the dust-colored comforter as he reeled me in.

"I don't have time," I lied.

"Let's make time."

"I can't sit still," I blabbed. It was half true.

"Let's fix that" He flipped me on my belly and said, "Stay."

I froze. On my belly. Heart banging so hard I felt the thrumming in my temples and my throat and my cunt. I heard his belt again and then that soft leather was being wrapped around my upper arms. He buckled me in brass and leather and I was bound, my arms behind my back, the buttery leather wrapped several times and secured above my elbows. Then he rolled me to my back and the pressure on my arms was uncomfortable but not painful. When he peeled my jeans off, I forgot about the discomfort.

"Are you wet for me?"

"I don't know," I lied.

"Let's see."

He peeled my panties off, pulling them gently down my legs so the lace tickled and licked over my skin. I was holding my breath, little sparkles of light bursting in my line of vision.

Johnny pried my legs wide, his huge hand clamping around—almost completely circling—my ankles. He squeezed just enough to give me a burst of pain and my body gave up a sweet rush of moisture. Making me wetter and slicker and needier for him.

Johnny smiled at me. His eyes taking in every nuance. He didn't miss a trick. He was reading every flicker of emotion on my face. "Let's test you out, Snowflake."

He slid rough fingertips up my inner thighs, taking his time, making me wait. He traced my hip bones, the fleshly flare of my hips, the tops of my thighs—never ever touching my pussy—until I was panting and thrashing and then he said, "Still."

I forced myself to freeze and just be there. Just wait.

He stroked my outer lips as if to coax me into opening.

I moaned. It slipped free of me before I even knew it was coming.

Johnny nudged his finger inside the outer lips, stroking that tender skin, and finally, blissfully, he pressed my clit. Swept his finger over it, swirled it and then…God, yes, he slid his broad fingers into my cunt and thrust.

"Johnny," I said. It was a plea, nothing more, nothing less.

"Yes?" he chuckled.

I shook my head, no-no-no, and had no idea why. Just that the need to have him had becomes so huge my body thrummed with it.

He curled his fingers, thrust them deep, teased all the small sensitive nerves that needed his attention and when I was banging my hips up to meet him, to take his fingers deeper, he pulled them free.

"Johnny," I said again. Begging.

"I'm coming, baby," he said. "Hang on."

He pushed between my legs, nudged my thighs apart, pushed his cock to my soaked slit and drove in.

My back bowed, my mouth opened and he took it in a kiss. I curled my legs around his trim waist and opened my body to take him deeper. My arms screamed, my shoulders throbbed but when his teeth came down on my collar bone and he bit me in counter time to his thrusts, I came.

A hard fast orgasm that jolted me back under him. Johnny didn't break stride. He moved his mouth lower to suck my nipple, biting off and on so I was never secure, always off guard and the anticipation had my body on red alert.

His cock slammed deeper as he whispered in my ear, in my hair, against my throat. I had a hard time hearing him over my own breathing, my own noises, the rustling of bed sheets and the smacking of bodies. But I heard words like; perfect, love, beautiful, strong, happy, good…

His hands came down on my hips and held me fast. He used his grip as leverage, sliding so far into me my body could do nothing but grip him up. My pussy almost unbearably tight, the ache in my shoulders a bittersweet accent to the pleasure.

His face went serious and his eyes grew dark and he fucked me just a touch faster and he said, "I love you, Really. And I'll just keep saying it now until you're ready."

I bit my lip, moved up to meet him.

"Come for me, Snowflake," he said and grinned. And then he was coming, his face softening just at touch. And it was the grin that did me in.

I came with him, clutching my hands together behind my back because it was all I could reach.

Wanderlust part 60 "So, no, nothing like camping"

So, I've been here before. The place in this section. I don't know where exactly it was. I don't know its name. I've used my writer's fibbing card to go ahead and make it on the route we're taking and for all, I know, I am dead on the money. It's been a million years since I saw it, but I can close my eyes and remember the awe I felt. I can also close my eyes and remember going through a bit of Colorado that made me feel about as big as a pushpin. The mountains were forever up when we drove down this swath of road cut into rock. I remember runaway truck ramps and only a tiny sliver of sky visible between the two monoliths that were mountains.

I remember a lot. From then. Now, I can never remember why I walked into a room ;)

Anyway, Wanderlust is officially the longest thing I've ever written, weighing in at 79, 139 words and 339 pages thus far. And we're not done. But we are rocketing toward Cali, friends. And I'm glad you're along for the ride. It's so much more fun to travel with kick ass people by your side. Now...I need more coffee.

XOXO
Sommer

Wanderlust
part 60
by Sommer Marsden

There is something about a car that can put me to sleep even if I don't feel tired. When I'm not operating it, that is. The other way would be pretty bad.

I woke in a rest stop, parked facing the road. The very dark deserted road. I saw one car go by—one solitary vehicle—and it is the only reason I knew it was a road. I woke to a landscape of black nothingness, a sea of shadow.

"Where are we?"

"You'll see."

"I see nothing. Jack shit. It's dark as an asshole in here." I snorted. "That was one of my grandmother's favorites, for you."

"Very fetching," Johnny said, chuckling softly. "Go back to sleep, Snowflake. You'll see what there is to see in the morning."

He reached out in the nothingness and stroked my hair. Stroked me like a cat, not that I was complaining. It felt good. It was soothing.

"What, we're sleeping out here?"

"Yep."

"Like camping."

"Only in a car. And no camping gear. So, no, nothing like camping."

"Is this what you wanted me to see? The dark?"

"Not really, but I guess it's part of it."

I sighed. Found his leg with my hand and dropped my head into his lap. "Okay, but if you're going to make me sleep in the car, I'm going to be comfortable."

"Deal." His hand stroked my hair, my neck, my back and then I was letting go again. Falling back under.

I marveled, briefly, at how easy it was to fall asleep out here in the nothing. Away from the lights and noise and chaos of city life. Away from the neon and the cell phones and the constant flash of traffic lights.

Easy.

****

Inside my eyelids it was red. A blood-haze that told me the sun was up. Before I opened my eyes, I was talking. A trait my mother had always teased me about. "Now we have nice bright nothingne—"

I shut up then. It was a long and undulating field of sand. Dunes. Light bouncing off rippling hills. It was the starkest and yet…most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen.

"Wow."

"Yes, wow." Johnny stared straight ahead. He watched the seemingly never ending rusty horizon.

"So this is…"

"Utah. I mean there's other parts. Salt flats, rocks, great flat slabs of scrub and vacancy and sky. But this is what I think of when I think of Utah."

"I can see why."

"This is me, Really."

"That is very Yoda of you, but I don't know what you mean." But I thought maybe I did.

"I drifted after the accident. I had no reason to do anything but."

I nodded, realizing this was one of those moments in life when you just kept your big mouth shut.

"I've lived a lot of places and I've traveled through even more."

I rubbed a thin spot on my jeans like a worry bead and waited.

"But this place, right here, I sat after I lost them and I thought about how easy it would be to kill myself."

I swallowed hard. I'd never ever thought about killing myself. Just those weird urges to run my hand along the knife blade, or to jump—all that weird shit born of impulse and ache. We'd talked about how we both imagined that, but in my tiny demented fantasies I never died. I just did what most would not think to do. I touched the fire, cut the skin, fell and then what?…What did I think would happen then?

"And?" I managed.

"And I felt like I wasn't done. I can't explain it. But I felt as empty and fucking endless as what you see in front of you."

"But it's gorgeous, too," I said. Feeling like a fool. Feeling like I was handing him a tissue to mop up an ocean.

"Maybe that's why I didn't. I don't know. I didn't feel done. And at the time, I was pretty much dead on the inside anyway. So it didn't' matter if I made it official or not. So, it was okay to just go on because maybe what I wasn't done was punishing myself. I wasn't quite finished with the hurting. And I guess I thought I totally fucking deserved it. To a degree, I still do."

"Just to a degree?"

He finally faced me and the orange glints of the sunrise lit the side of his face. His eyes, so fucking blue and so painfully honest, locked with mine and he said, "Yes, to a degree. Because despite my best efforts to fuck it all up—to spite my own damn self—I have found something with you I thought was lost to me."

"Kinky sex?"

He frowned and I swallowed hard. So very Really of me to fucking throw out a stupid joke because my heart was racing and my mouth tasted like pennies.

"No."

"I'm sorry," I said.

He smiled and something in me loosened.

"It's fine. Defense mechanism. We all have them. Just ask the turkey I brought you."

I snorted and covered my face.

"What have you found?" I urged.

I expected him to say happiness, or lust or love. Peace. Any of them. Instead he said, "That one little piece of me that isn't dead. That one little piece of me that wants to live."

"I'm glad you found it," I said. "I know what dead feels like. Sounds dramatic, but it's true. It's like shuffling through life instead of dancing. It's focusing on the anger and the pain instead of…" I nodded to our view, "seeing even little stuff that makes you feel light inside. And hey, for the record, I haven't exactly been a model passenger for our little trip. I have done my fair share of fuckuppery."

He shook his head. "Not like me. You're either brilliant or crazy for riding this out with me, Aurelia Blake."

"Maybe I'm a little of both," I said. "And hey, the name is Snowflake. Some really cool guy named me that."

He frowned, smiled, frowned. His eyes drifting back repeatedly to the dunes. I wondered if he saw his dead son out there. His dead woman. His dead self? I wondered if there were ghosts in that sand for Johnny. And I wondered if someone like me really and truly had any shot of helping him deal with them. Not in theory, but for real.

I leaned over and kissed his stubbled cheek. He was stubble from his scalp to his chin and I wanted so bad to get my hands on a razor and this man. I wanted to make him clean and smooth. Inside and out, body and soul.

He turned to me, kissed me hard. Pulled me to him and held me tight. Tighter than anyone had ever held me. Like I might disappear if he didn't hold on.

And yet, I still didn't tell him. It was inside of me. This clamoring, swelling, gigantic wave of love for him. But still, I held it close to me. Clutching it possessively. Maybe I just wanted to hold it and keep it for myself for just a little bit before I gave it away.

I had a feeling once I gave it away, there was no going back.

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