Need You Now (6 page)

He watched as she walked away, noticing the way she rubbed her hand across her eyes, he could tell she was upset and was probably crying.

He looked down and read her card. Janice Carlson. He now knew more about her than most of the women in his small world. He had her last name and a real connection to her real life. Not just the moments in the condo, but her life away from the fantasy here.

As he stood in the terminal, it hit him again. In spite of all the crowds, the luggage and the noise, he was alone.

Leaving the airport, Aaron realized being in the car didn’t help. The backseat of the limo still had the smell of sex in it. The seat was still warm where he’d sat as Janice rode him into ecstasy.

Now it was quiet, almost peaceful, until he heard the driver’s partition window being lowered. “You are a fucking moron.” Leslie’s deep baritone echoed through the car.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re a fucking moron. I was talking to that woman when you went to get her flight squared away. You meet a nice woman, she doesn’t give a fuck about what you do, she’s sexy, doesn’t need money. What’s not to like? And you let her go. You’re an idiot.”

“There’s more to it than that, Leslie.”

“Just a pussy with an excuse for everything. If Mother didn’t care for you so much I’d beat some sense into your dumb ass.” He continued mumbling as the window went up.

Leslie never said much. He was more the quiet type. But out of all the times he had to say something, it had to be now. Aaron was more confused and dumbfounded than he was seeing Janice upset when she left.

That night, Aaron stood outside a hotel door and knocked, hearing footsteps on the other side of it.

Alesha answered the door wearing red lingerie, and handed him a glass of champagne. “Hello, lover. I know I said it would be a while but my husband had another trip and I was feeling lonely.” As she walked away, her perfume filled his lungs and the sway in her step screamed sex.

He walked in and sat on the couch. He knew what he was there for, but the mood was all messed up. Everything seemed wrong. For the first time ever, he didn’t feel like fucking this beautiful woman.

Stepping close, Alesha let the red silk top fall from her shoulders and exposed her perfect skin and breasts. She was a woman any man would die to be with, even for one night. She climbed over Aaron and straddled him on the couch. Her crotchless panties showed the shimmering wetness of her pussy.

Aaron watched her with appreciative eyes, mystified by her beauty. She rested her heat against his crotch and her breasts hung before his face. He licked his lips at the bounty before him.

“Fuck, you are so hot. Alesha, why do you spend all this money to be with me?”

For a moment she seemed to be caught off guard by his question. “Because you make me feel wanted, desired. You make me feel good.”

“I can’t believe your husband wouldn’t want to spend every night making love to you. Do you ever ask him why he doesn’t just jump you and fuck you silly?”

Alesha reached between her legs and touched Aaron’s cock, hard beneath her. She smiled and moved to unfasten his pants. As she moved, Aaron grabbed her hand.

She looked up at him and a strange expression crossed her face. She
knew
.

“Oh my God, it happened. Holy shit, I don’t believe it.” She stared at him.

“What?”

“Who is she?” She slid back and put her hands on her hips.

“I don’t know what you’re…”

“Bullshit. A woman knows when a man’s thinking about another woman. Who the fuck is she?”

Aaron tried to play it off. “You must be mistaken.”

“After fucking you for two years, I can tell when something’s wrong, Aaron.” She frowned, not buying into his lackluster attempt at hiding it. She took his face in her hands and looked deep into his eyes. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I don’t know. I want nothing more than to make love to you, honest. You are so damn sensual. One head is confused, and the other head…” he pointed to his cock, “…is ready for action.”

She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. “You can talk to me, Aaron. You know things about me that no other man or woman knows. It is nice to feel like I can help you in some way. You sure the hell help me scratch my itches enough. Over and over you’ve scratched them.”

“I guess I’m getting to a point where I want to settle down. Maybe not a family and picket fence, but not doing what I’m doing anymore.” He felt a bit embarrassed.

Alesha climbed off him and plopped onto the couch. She looked down at his crotch. “Sorry about the wet spot on your slacks. You always make me so wet, honey.”

“I don’t mind.” He shrugged it off. “Truth is, I met someone. I guess she just made me think more about where I’m going. I’d love to just travel and get the hell out of here.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“It’s complicated.”

“If it’s money I can help.” She reached for her bag beside the couch.

“No, I can’t have that on my conscience. You’re kind and thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to work this out on my own. I’ll have Mother get you your money back.”

“Damn, it’s a shame. Here I am all ready to play too. Um, this new revelation, it, um, does this exclude
any
sexual things?”

Aaron laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

“If you do that Persian trick we’ll call it even. Last time I thought my pussy was gonna explode from the orgasm.”

Janice sat at her desk, bored, quiet, more than a little grumpy. The phone rang endlessly and the two months since her vacation had been a drag. All the stress and constant demands on her time were back. The Tahoe gambling winnings had paid off her car and most of her outstanding bills, but she couldn’t just laze around and not work.

Her mind wandered back to Aaron, as it did so often these days. He’d had a way of distracting her. She’d even bought a Persian cat. It was a female and a prissy little bitch.

With a sigh she turned to her computer after hearing the chime for an incoming email. It was probably another person wanting to make an appointment to see her boss or the third penis enlargement spam of the day. If people spent as much money on curing herpes as they did on penile enhancement there would be no more herpes simplex twelve or whatever number they were up to.

The email address said P&N Graphics, with the title “MEOW”. She clicked on it and read the message.

Janice,

I know it’s been a while. After you left, I decided to make a few changes in my life. It seems the four years in college weren’t only for playing football. My marketing degree landed me a job with a friend of mine named Alesha Sanders. Her husband needed some marketing and design work done for a website and other really boring things.

However, he prepaid me for the work and I was able to pay off my debt to Mother.

I miss you, and I know there’s unfinished business between us. Maybe meeting you was what I needed to get me motivated to change and take charge of my life.

So I’m taking a trip to Los Angeles to set up some marketing programs for the other branches of this company.

I was hoping we could meet up for dinner
—
and maybe…

Let me know.

Aaron

Janice felt excitement flooding through her veins. It settled between her thighs and reminded her how much she missed Aaron. She thought long and hard after reading the email. All of five seconds passed before she replied.

Aaron,

It is nice to hear from you.

Actually I am ecstatic.

I miss you too and am glad you made the changes in your life you wanted.

Things here are still the same, and I’d love to show you Los Angeles over dinner.

She looked out the window and smiled to herself.

As for “maybe”… I must tell you, my Persian has been a real finicky bitch lately and needs a lot of attention.

Janice

About the Author

S.L. Carpenter is a born and raised California man. He does both writing and cover art for novels as outlets for his overactive libido and twisted mind. His inspiration is his wife, who keeps him well trained.

Next to his family, writing is his true joy. It gives him freedom and expression for both his sensual and humorous sides. He can release all the inner demons and perverted musings buried inside.

The covers show his artistic impressions of stories from all the great authors he works with.

Visit him at:
www.slcarpenter.net
.

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She’s a rock star, he’s not. That doesn’t stop them from making beautiful music…

Love Song

© 2009 S. L. Carpenter

The lights, the crowds, the shows—the success that comes with topping the rock charts seems bright and glittering. For Ami, lead singer of the mega-hot band Haunted, it’s anything but. She’s tired of being “on” every waking second. There’s never any time to breathe, and the pressure is driving her toward becoming a dangerous cliché—the drunken musician.

Desperate to regain control of her life, she runs, looking for space. For peace. For herself. What she finds is Edward.

Having a famous rock star staying in his home, Edward is enchanted and stunned. How could a woman like her be drawn to his simple, down-to-earth lifestyle? There’s only one thing he can offer her: a willingness to help with no strings attached.

Slowly, in Edward’s arms, Ami gets back in touch with the woman she remembers. The one who loves music. Laughter. The touch of a lover’s hands on her body.

But the real world won’t let her hide forever. The consequences could cost her her hard-won peace…and her muse.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Love Song:

The next morning Ami woke up and stumbled down the hallway, her hair a matted mess and the baggy shirt hanging loose over her small frame. She yawned and scratched under her breasts as she walked into the kitchen. On the small table was a note.

Have a few errands to run. Be back soon,

Edward

Ami rubbed her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept that good. She decided to peek around a little. Not to be nosey but just look around a bit to get the lay of the house.

There were photos on the wall of a couple with a few kids. She assumed it was Edward’s parents and the family. Beside them was a photo of Edward with a pretty woman at a park or something. Smiling, Ami saw that they looked happy.

She didn’t see any kid’s toys or anything like that so she figured there weren’t any around. She found the little kitchenette area and a coffeemaker. “Thank God.”

She made a small pot of coffee and grabbed a small laptop computer she saw resting on an end table.
Hopefully, they have the Internet.

Ami sat with her legs pulled against her chest sipping a cup of coffee. The sun shone through the kitchen window across the table. Warmth crept through the room, and Ami sighed with pleasure.

As she opened the computer and did a little surfing she saw a small flashing icon at the bottom. It was a pop-up.

Clicking it, she found herself at a porn site.

“Aha, somebody has been naughty.”

Edward must have still been logged on because it read, “Welcome back Eddie Z”.

She browsed around a little and laughed at the photos and streaming porn.

“What do men see in all this… Holy shit! That guy is deformed.” She sat up a little to get a better look. “That can’t be… I guess it is.”

“Knock, knock. Anyone home?” Ami looked up and saw an elderly woman at the door. She was the woman she had seen in the photos.

“Come on in.”

Startled the woman looked around. “Um, Edward isn’t back yet?”

“He said he was running some errands. I’m Ami, his, um, friend.” Ami figured she was probably quite an odd sight, wearing not much clothing and sitting in a man’s kitchen.

“Hello, I’m Ellen, Edward’s mom. He mentioned he had a guest this morning. He had to run into town to get some groceries for me. I come over every now and then to give Edward some breakfast. He can’t cook an egg without messing it up. Just like his father.”

“Yeah, I got his note.”

“You are his, ummm, how do I put this?”

“I’m just a friend. He let me stay here last night. I apologize. He offered me a place to crash for a couple days. I can leave if you want.”

“Well if my little Eddie said you can stay it’s fine with me. It’ll be nice to have someone around to chat to instead of just Eddie and his dad.”

Ami nodded. “Thank you.”

“You hungry?”

Ami shrugged. “I’m okay. I usually just have an energy bar and some cappuccino in the morning.”

“Don’t be silly. You’ll wither away without a decent breakfast. I brought over some muffins I’d made for his father. Help yourself.” Ellen put a small basket on the table and the fresh smell of the muffins filled the room.

“Oh wow. Okay, thank you.” She took a warm muffin and broke it in half. Taking a bite she smiled ear to ear. Ami was used to people waiting on her but this was a genuine act of kindness. It felt great to have someone be nice with no ulterior motive, no other reason than to be kind.

Ellen stood and walked to the sink. “Well I’ll let you get ready. I’ll be next door if you… Jesus Christ, look at the size of that man’s penis!”

Ellen stepped back. “I haven’t seen anything that big since we took the horses out to stud.”

Ami laughed. “I was just surfing and this silly porn site popped up. I saw this and wanted to, um, do a little research.”

“Well, ahem, have fun with your research. I need to go cock some—I mean
cook
some stew.” Laughing, Ellen walked out the back door.

Somebody’s sleeping in her bed…

My Favorite Mistake

© 2010 Karen Erickson

A
Tahoe Nights
Story

There’s only one way for busy PR executive Julie Lancaster to get her mother off her back—cave in and take a weekend break at the family cabin in Tahoe. After all, Mom won’t know she’s sneaking her laptop along to get a little work done.