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Wanderlust Part 3

And away we go...

Wanderlust Part 3
by Sommer Marsden

I reached for him, wanting to feel him under my hand. The hitch of his chest as he tried to breathe deeply echoed through me and I grabbed his tie in one hand to anchor myself. One hand on his tie, one hand on his crotch. Now that he was kissing me, I could forgive him my embarrassment.

I rubbed that perfect hard ridge of cock and almost laughed. I had been set for a boring evening, but now I was in the wine room with a gruff and scary guy and my body was revving like an engine.

This was turning out to be a good night, after all.

My lips felt bruised he kissed me so hard, but when I tugged at his button his hand stilled my touch. "I don't think so."

Was he serious? Was he fucking kidding me?"

I pulled back and stared into those unreadable blue eyes—so stark blue it was like looking into a seemingly endless body of water.

"What?" was the most brilliant thing I could manage.

"We hardly know each other. I do have my reputation to protect." He was trying not to smile. Trying not to laugh at me. The fucker.

"I don't know what's wrong with you," I said. "But I'm done here. I just thought we could have a little fun—" I swallowed hard. Fun was about the most meaningful thing I had these days and it wasn't much. "But I can see that you're mentally compromised or something and I—"

Now he was laughing. I stomped my foot—rage shooting through my belly and filling my chest. I wanted to scream. Instead, I leaned in and growled at him. "Let. Me. Go.

"No."

A tiny splinter of real true fear wormed into my belly and my mouth went dry. I was alone back here with him. He was big—no, he was huge—and I had just called him mentally compromised. I straightened my shoulders and tried to act bigger and stronger and braver than I was. "Now."

"No."

I tried to pull away and he tugged me back, spinning me as he did, so that he cradled me—my back to his big chest. It was like some surreal dance move with an unwilling partner. But my panties had grown wetter and my pulse was pounding so hard I could hear it in my head and feel it in my temples.

"Look, just let me—"

"Now look, princess—"

"I thought I was Snowflake," I barked. My harsh laughter as bitter and awkward as the rest of me at the moment.

"As you wish, Snowflake. I said you can't use me and abuse me like one of your normal paper napkin boys. I'm not that kind of lay."

I bristled inside the cage of his arms. How did he know I used men? I wouldn't call it using. I would call it mutual amusement.

"I—"

"Hush up, now. I didn't say we couldn't have fun. And if you behave, later you can possibly have what you want from me."

Was he testing me? So that he would give me sex?

"Look, I don't know what you've been smoking, Johnny, but can I have some? Because clearly you're off your—"

The hand that wasn't anchoring me to his chest, lifted my skirt. The fabric whispered as it climbed my nylons like it was giving us directions. Advice maybe—How to fuck with a rich bored girl in five easy steps.

"Shut up."

I did. I had never shut up when told to do so, but something in the commanding yet amused tone of his voice made my body obey him even as my mind railed. I shut my mouth with a loud clack. He held my skirt up, my panties exposed to the cool air, my nylons too. I could feel his heart pumping away, it pounded my back with enough force that I could time his pulse if I wanted.

"Now, why don't you treat me to an appetizer?"

"A what?" My mouth didn't want to work but he understood me.

"An appetizer. I'll stand here and watch and you…You get yourself off."

"Get my…get my what off?" But I understood. I understood perfectly what he meant and blood rushed to my cheeks but also to other places. I was hot all over and angry and yes, turned on beyond belief.

"You know what I mean." He pressed his lips to my ear, hovering over my shoulder like some giant idol—a sculpture of something more than man carved from stone.

"I do not."

"You do so." His voice was as hot as his breath as he said right into my ear "Touch yourself, Snowflake. Show me you can warm up a bit. That you don't' have to be so clipped and cold. Touch yourself and get yourself off and then…"

My hands trembled. Was I really considering this? Was I? Maybe I was mentally compromised. "Then what?"

"If you're good and behave, we can do things right."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"I want you to put that chilly little hand into those silky blue panties and rub."

I did it. My fingers—actually somewhat cold from the cool wine room—slid below the elastic of my panties and I gasped to find myself quite wet. Quite ready. And when his tongue slid down the curve of my ear and then his teeth found my neck, I started to rub in earnest. Slippery, slick circles of urgency. He kissed the back of my neck and I shivered, almost coming from the bizarre secretive nature of it all, and the way his body seemed to overshadow mine. The way I instinctively wanted to listen to what he said to me.

I never listened to anyone. But I wanted to listen to him.

So when he said—"Now put your fingers in your pussy. Two to start should work."—and then chuckled in my ear. I obeyed.

STAY TUNED...

Wanderlust part 2

Thanks to all who showed up yesterday. Here we go. Part two...
Wanderlust
Part 2
by Sommer Marsden

Part two

We had to pass the coatroom and a bank of restrooms. My father only rented the best establishments for his little shindigs. Apparently, his coat check person was out catching a smoke, though, because I saw nothing racks and coats, hanging like husks of people on the fancy wooden hangers.

"The wine is in a back room," he said. His voice was rough and dark. It made me think of fist fights and poker games—running down back alleys and drinking things from brown paper bags. It basically made me feel that sting and bite of youth. The feeling of being a renegade—a rogue.

"I'm right behind you, Johnny," I said. I tripped then, not the most graceful rich girl in the world. My black sling back heel caught on shredded lip of carpet and I staggered.

It was easy to catch myself on someone as big as him. I simply grabbed his shoulders on my way down like a woman snagging a buoy after falling off a ship.

"Fuck," I hissed. "Sorry."

He turned fast and plucked me from my bizarre posture of almost falling but not quite. "No problem, Snowflake."

I looked at him. "Snowflake?" But something in me thrilled at a pet name. Even as I pushed away the thought that that's what it was.

He grinned, but it was one of those half grins that would look stupid on most people. "I don't want to call you ma'am. Or Aurelia. Or even Really. Snowflake works for now. Until I can call you something more intimate."

He had righted me—but he couldn't manhandle the fluster out of me. His big hands still gripped my upper arms. A completely harmless touch, but the way it affected me he might as well have had his hands in my panties. Or my body.

"Why snowflake?"

"Pretty. Cold. One of a kind," he said and turned his big back on me.

"Cold," I growled. But deep down I knew what he meant, knew what he was observing. Waves of frosty indifference flowed off me on a regular basis. I really couldn't blame him. Being married to a man you don't love—hell, barely like—because Daddy maneuvered you into it doesn't really make you a warm fuzzy person. The trick to living a life that you don't want to claim as yours is insulation. Shut everything out, freeze it off. Live in your head.

We walked into a small cool room past the kitchen. Johnny leaned up against the wall while my eyes scanned the walls of wine bottles, all sectioned off into their tiny cubbies. Reds, reds, reds as far as the eye could see.

And truth be told—I didn't give a shit if he brought me a glass of jug wine. It had only been an excuse to get him alone and his body language said he knew it.

"I didn't mean to offend you," he said, smirking.

This was not me surprising some intern by kissing him in the coatroom or getting him to fuck in in the copy room. This was a man who'd seen a lot, I thought. I suddenly felt naked and stupid and maybe scared.

"It's fine. I…it's really no big deal. I don't…" I shook my head. The words in my head were getting jumbled en route to my mouth.

"I mean, I don't mean to offend the boss's daughter. I don't want to get in trouble."

There was barely controlled amusement in his voice and I randomly grabbed a bottle of wine and thrust it at him. "This is fine," I said. Now I just wanted to leave. He'd called me on my chilly little ways and I felt really stupid and something I rarely felt lurked under it—embarrassment.

"This is white, Snowflake," he said.

I grabbed the bottle back and shoved it in its tiny little nook. "Never mind. I don't want wine. I just want to go home."

I turned on my heels, momentarily remembering the feel of his broad shoulders under my hands as I'd fallen. The way he'd righted me as if my weight was no more than the weight of his jacket. My nipples pebbled and my pussy went wet and I shook my head. My body was betraying me. He'd made me feel silly, I wanted to hate him. Shut him off. Freeze him out. This wasn't so much fun now that I was the one feeling like prey.

"Isn't this the part where you kiss me?" he asked.

I blinked at him, my fingers curling into my black silk skirt, bunching the fabric like a security blanket. "No," I snapped.

"Are you sure? It thought that was where we were going, Really." The play on my name was not new, but it sure felt odd coming from a stranger who had me on edge. A stranger who—let's face it—I could fucking fire if I chose to.

And yet…I stood there.

"I'm sure," I said, finally. I sounded anything but. "You should get back to work." I turned my back to him, intent on leaving, and his hand shot out—big, rough, intimidating as hell. It closed around my wrist and the fine bones there groaned with the pressure.

"I think it is," he said, reeling me in. Johnny hauled me back and turned me and though being manhandled, though angry, annoyed, terrified and a million other things, I was also so turned on my heart was racing.

"Let me go."

"In a minute." He jostled us, wedging me between the monolith that was him and the wall of bottles.

"Now. Please," I amended. Maybe this was where manners counted.

"In a second."

"Now," I breathed. I sounded like a woman breathing her last breath.

He closed me off from everything with just himself and pressed his mouth to mine. Those full lips almost too pink to belong to a man. He pressed them to my lips, forced my mouth open with the wet tip of his tongue and kissed me. Brutal hands on my timid skirt. His huge self pressed to the front of me. The front of me that was responding with a million different signals to give him anything, everything he wanted.

Right then. Right there. Anything.

STAY TUNED...

would you follow me? (Wanderlust Part 1)

If I did a serial? Would you show up to find out what happens? I have a million projects that I'm juggling and there is a piece missing. A spark in my belly that makes me know I'm doing something solely selfish. Something flirty and fun, nasty and dirty. The most decadent of all: something just for me. No one else.

That's what Wanderlust will be. This is my little book. Written on the fly. Piece by piece. In between all the craziness of life.

I hope you'll come along. There's only one rule. You must be patient and kind. If for some reason I can't write...well, you'll have to wait. If i have typos and tiny mistakes, well that happens when you're working 'live' as it were. You may tell me if you find errors, in fact I want you to, but be kind. Remember. I'm doing this right before it posts. So, I'll not finding anything out much earlier than you. We're spying on these characters together.

Are you in? Gosh, I'd love to have you. Here we go...


Wanderlust
by Sommer Marsden
Part 1

He walked into the room balancing a tray that held martini glasses. His stock frame, shaved head and fighter's jaw looked off balance in the tux my father made his servers wear. I did a double take but pulled my attention back to Jackson.

"You in there, Really?" He'd been talking about a new corporation that dealt in prosthetic limbs.

"Aurelia's easily distracted," my father said to Jackson. Easy to joke when you're a big enough deal that you can not only run a multi-million dollar company but handpick your daughter's husband. No matter how repugnant she found him.

My biggest mistake in life was saying yes to my father's request to marry Jackson Seabring.

"I'm fine," I said, bored with them both. "I just need a drink."

They way he moved reminded me of a boxer or just a street thug. He always held his body in a wide stance so his core was stable. The tray looked balanced perfectly on his enormous hand but he appeared to be able to drop it—or use it as a shield—in an instant. I watched those startling blue eyes scan the room—always on the ready. For what? A flying glass of Merlot? Ninjas?

I snorted and no one paid a lick of attention. A bunch of investment bankers and traders wasn't what I considered a rocking good time or a hopping bunch of people to hang out with. I pushed through the crowd, leaving the two men in my life to talk about me as if I were a prop in their day to day living.

I snuck up behind him—partly to amuse myself—and tapped his broad shoulder with my finger. He didn't jump but he did turn in one smooth motion, his body aware and vigilant for attack. A scar bisected his eyebrow and I fought the urge to touch it. I had never wanted to kiss a stranger worse in my life.

And I wasn't even drunk. Yet.

"Hi, there." I studied him openly. If he didn't like it he could quit. Full lips that seemed almost too pink for a man. Stubble sprouted out of his chin even though he appeared to have just shaved recently. His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones sharper. The only reaction he showed to me—besides polite boredom—was a barely noticeable narrowing of the eyes.

Something low in my belly tumbled over itself and a cold tickle of fear and excitement shivered up my back.

"Miss," he said.

I tsked at him, fucking with him, amusing myself in this sea of yawners. I wiggled my wedding set at him and his eyes tracked the gems and white-gold like a predator tracking its next meal. "You should always check. Technically, I'm a ma'am."

"Ma'am?" he amended.

"I see a whole tray of those horrible martinis. Could I bother you to get me a wine?"

"Red, white or blush?" he asked. Now that we were face to face—barely a piece of paper could fit between us because of the crowd—he looked everywhere but directly at me.

"Come on…um…" I waited.

He looked at me.

"My name is Aurelia. A horrible Latin name if I'm not mistaken. Which is why everyone calls me Really."

He just kept looking at me.

"And you are?"

"Johnny," he said, clenching his jaw. Was I annoying Mr. Waiter boy?

I smiled. "Good. Now, like I was about to say, Johnny. Who drinks blush?"

He shrugged. "My question is who cares," he growled.

That's sort of when I fell in love with Johnny.

"Red," I said.

He nodded once and something in his face shifted. He didn't seem to mind when, jostled from behind, he was shoved into me. Whoever shoved him probably thought no big deal about shoving the help. That same person probably would have been mortified to know they'd shoved the big wall of a man right into me. Little old Aurelia "Really" Blake. I laughed, gripping his hips, when he was shoved harder against me.

"Red it is," he said softly. I let him go. His face hovered over mine and the energy that zipped and skittered off him made my face hot and my skin tight. "Good girl."

The words good girl seemed to reach into my gut and flex with tight greedy fingers. Lust. That's what it was.

"You know what? Why don't I come with you to make sure you get the right kind. I'm pretty much a wine snob. I'll follow you." I let my hand brush his arm on purpose this time. Just for a moment. The touch was enough to make me feel like a mild electric current was running over my bare skin.

It was very easy for me to imagine him naked over me. It was very easy to imagine being entered by this man. Held down, pinned, kissed, worshipped.

I cleared my throat as he watched my face. How had we become the eye of a human storm of bodies? It was like none of them existed. It was the oddest thing I'd ever experienced.

"Well," I breathed, trying to sound annoyed. "Are we going to go?"

"Sure thing," Johnny said. It was his turn to grin.

STAY TUNED...

and hey!

look at me being interviewed over at Katie Salidas's new site. Awesomeness. She is so cute and talented. My day doesn't start right unless I give her a good poke. That was a Facebook reference, you pervs ;)
XOXOSommer

p.s. the spotlighted book BASE NATURE is currently a giveaway on Goodreads. Look to your right for more info~~~~~~>

My newest SPR article

Do You Play Well with Others? is up. Somehow I missed February's post. Must have been all that love in the air and whatnot.

XOXO
Sommer

the more colorful equivalent of basket weaving

It's been a bit of a week and I've fallen down the rabbit hole sorta. There are werewolves, zombies, heart breaking love stories and possibly a native American legend in my rabbit hole. Heh.
There's been some stresses this week and a nap or two prompted by just burning out in a single heartbeat. Jeesh.

So imagine my surprise when I played chauffeur to boy child and afterward dropped off my 4 year old nephew's birthday gift and ended up...playing with it with him. Play-doh. God, I found it so soothing. Making toast and pretzels and pears and pigs out of colorful Play-doh while I chatted with my sister-in-law. I made a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong star and pushed all these little bits through what I think was a porcupine. I found myself enormously calmed by the smell and feel and ritual of Play-doh.
It's the crazy woman's alternative to basket weaving, I think. I might have to get my own gigantic can.

Hope your weekend is fab. I might lay on the sofa, do my impression of a carrot and watch movies.
XOXOSommer

Assorted Goodies...

I am one! The lovely ladies of O&C are doing author Q&A's with the writers from their brand new smoking hot antho. I'm one!

They asked short and sweet questions, I tried for short and...well, I gave them short answers. Check it out. :)
XOXOSommer

Read an Ebook Week!

It's Read an Ebook Week and two of the free reads on the new Xcite site feature me! There are some mighty fine books up there for the taking this week. Why are you still here? Go get your own free download. Now!

:)
XOXOSommer

I'm doing my impression of a human pin cushion tomorrow...

So I'm posting this now. I'm the featured author at Book Wenches at the mo . Bobby gave me some super fun questions and I gave her my best impression of smart, thoughtful answers. There's also a giveaway, so comment for a chance to win if it floats your boat. :)

Wish me luck with my big medical adventure...(O_O)XOXO
Sommer