Pretty In Pink (12 page)

He found her clit with warm wet
fingers and rubbed until the friction her body created was unbearable. They
came together. Her hair brushing the edges of her tub and Charlie holding onto
her for dear life.

He didn’t want to let her get away.

Chapter 10

So she didn’t know what would happen.
And that was okay, she reminded herself. Kimber did allow herself the acknowledgement
that she’d never quite felt this way before. There was a sort of enchanted feel
to the whole thing. Like she had stumbled into luck when her roof caved in.
Like she had experienced a bit of magic when he’d shown up to rescue her yet
again.

She saw the pink flamingo stake sticking
out of his side bushes when they cut across his lawn to finally join the party.
She'd pulled her hair into a loose French braid to hide the fact that it was
still wet.

“What’s he doing in the shrubbery?”
she asked. The roads had still not cleared and the snow had not stopped.

“I was kind of angry at him for being
pink and whatnot. The ideas that pink bastard gave you.”

She laughed, dropped his hand, and
wrestled the flamingo out of the bushes. Kimber staked it at the dividing line
between their yards. That way she could admire him from her kitchen window more
fully. “There. He’s pretty. And you were pretty too, when you were in the pink
robe.”

He swatted her ass with a swift, gentle
blow, and she shrieked with good humor.

The door swung open and Sarah yelled,
“Well, look who it is! I was ready to call the Mounties!”

“No need. We’re here,” Kimber said and
rushed into the golden warmth of the house. Janette smiled and handed her a
pink drink, but put a finger to her lips. They all turned to see Clarice in one
of Charlie’s overstuffed arm chairs, pooped and snoozing with a candy cane in
each hand.

“Thanks,” Kimber whispered, “I could
use a nice drink.”

“You?” Janette asked with a knowing
grin. She laughed at her twin brother and said. “Can you go for something pink
and fizzy?”

“I can go for a big ass beer,” Charlie
said. “I’ll go grab one while you all talk about me and I’ll pretend not to
know.”

Janette laughed, turning to Kimber. 
“So the roads are pretty bad. I offered for Sarah to stay here. We don’t want
her out there in thick of the storm.”

“But she’s my friend she can…”

“See, we had a feeling you might have
company,” Sarah whispered, so as not to wake Clarice.

“But…but…” Then Kimber caught on.
They’d have far more privacy if the three women were at his house and Charlie
came to hers. Then no one would have to explain anything to Little Miss
Clarice. “Ohhh, yes. That is true. I will have company.”

“Who’s that?” Charlie asked coming in
the room with a brimming pilsner glass in one hand and a huge sugar cookie in
the other.

“You, genius,” Janette said and
pointed to Clarice and mimicked big ears. “At least until tomorrow when the
roads are clear.”

“Ooooh,” Charlie said and nodded. “So
everyone is up to speed. We’re here. Together. Not gay, not bi, and very
interested in my nosy, next-door neighbor.”

All the women nodded and Kimber gave
him false scowl for the nosy part.

“Up to speed,” said Sarah. “And might
I say, I told you so. Elvis might be the king, but I’m the queen of matchmaking.”

“Did someone say Elvis?” Clarice
asked, sleepily. “Someone put on Blue Christmas and give me a cookie!” She sat
up, full of energy again and raring to go.

Kimber grinned too. “I think that can
be arranged.”

“Do you like my Uncle Charlie?” Clarice
asked out of nowhere.

She caught Kimber off guard and she
babbled instantly. “Yes, a lot. I really, really do.” She blushed, hot and red,
but the truth felt good.

Charlie put his arm around her and
kissed the top of her head. He turned to his niece and winked. “And before you
even ask, Miss Nosy Parker, I feel the same. My answer is fully and
wholeheartedly, ditto.”

He dipped Kimber and Kimber felt her
world sway drunkenly, but then Charlie was kissing her with soft warm lips and
happiness surged in her chest and her belly and she was warm all over. It was
the best Christmas gift she could think of.

Clarice looked at her mother.
"They're smooching again."

The End

ABOUT
SOMMER MARSDEN

Sommer
Marsden’s work has appeared in dozens anthologies and on numerous websites.
Some of her favorite books include I is for Indecent, J is for Jealousy, L is
for Leather, Spank Me, Tie Me Up, Whip Me, Ultimate Lesbian Erotica ‘08, Love
at First Sting, Open for Business, Tasting Her, Hurts So Good and Yes, Sir. She
is also writes The Seekers novellas for Eternal Press and is the author of The
Anniversary Party for Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. She lives in Maryland and keeps her alter ego to herself. Not really. She had a big mouth and knows how
to use it. She has many addictions and has no intentions of getting help for
any of them. They currently include red wine, writing smut, long walks, the
downward dog position, emails, blog hopping, and biscotti. You can reach her at
[email protected]
or
visit her at
SmutGirl.blogspot.com
to keep up with her dirty ramblings.

If you enjoyed
PRETTY IN PINK
,
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BOOKED

By Sommer
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All Blyth wants is a nice relaxing getaway from her wreck of a life and ass of an ex. What she
gets is a double booked condo with the playboy from Hell. First she walks in on
him in the middle of very loud sex. Then she gets caught looking. And God help
her, she’s turned on. Unfortunately, he’s on to her and he calls her on it.

Anthony
is rude, infuriating and definitely a player. Blyth knows she’s in for an
anything but relaxing vacation if she’s going to have to share quarters with
the likes of him. What Blyth isn’t counting on is being sucked into his vortex
of sex or the fact that he seems to be able to push her past boundaries she
didn’t even know she had. Somewhere in the midst of his parade of girls and
huge ego is a real man. Who has real hurt. And the real part of him is calling
to her. First with temptation, then with sex and then something more. She’s
just not sure if she’s strong enough to answer.

Warning:
This title contains graphic language and sex.

Excerpt From
DOUBLE
BOOKED:

“Blyth,” he said with a nod, walking
past me as if he were wearing a three piece suit instead of nothing. “I didn’t
know you were awake.”

I think I squeaked. And I tried not to
stare blatantly at his naked, swinging cock. It was a compulsion, though, the
more I tried not to stare at it, the more forcefully my gaze was drawn to it.

“You like what you see?” he snickered,
turning from me and pouring two mugs of coffee.

Oh, shit. Two mugs. June.

“I um…I wasn’t expecting to see
anything!” I snipped, trying to draw up some anger and failing miserably.

“Sorry. Like I said, I didn’t know you
were up.” He turned, impressive cock swinging gently with his motion. Though,
flaccid, it was nothing to sneer at, that was for sure.

“I’m up here,” he chuckled and handed
me the second cup of coffee. I took it silently. A bit confused. A bit
embarrassed. A lot turned on. Apparently, it had been way too long since I had
been laid.

“Sorry. I just haven’t seen one-” I
bit back the words. Damn, damn, damn. Why did I insist on speaking aloud?

“This big? This nice?” His green eyes
twinkled with humor as he relaxed against the counter. Completely at home in
his nakedness.

“In a while,” I finished softly. “It’s
been a while.”

“So you and this guy. What happened
with him?” He sipped his coffee. Black. Nothing added.

I busied myself locating the sugar and
milk. Doctoring my coffee. Anything not to stare at his dick. Though I wanted
to. “We broke up,” I mumbled, putting the sugar away. “ I went to pick up my
SUV. He had borrowed it to help a friend move. I thought he was out with the
boys. When I opened the back to see if I had left a book back there, he was in
there. With one of my friends. Sheila. He was fucking Sheila.”

“I’m sorry. That’s a shitty way to
have things end.”

I nodded. Sipped my coffee and turned
to say something. Something intelligent like, thank you. But my eyes went right
back to his crotch as if tugged by an invisible string. Instead, I said, quite
briskly, “Where is June?”

“I sent her home. We’re not a couple.
Just dating. A bit of fun while I scope out this job and find a place to live.”

I was staring openly now. Under my
gaze, his cock jumped. Twitched. Grew and lengthened. He was getting off on me
looking. I was getting off on his getting off. I shook my head to clear it and
cleared my throat. “Sorry. I guess naked men do me in all of the sudden.” I
tried to cover with a casual laugh. It was more of a nervous trill.

My breath froze when he said softly. “Blyth, would you like to watch me?”

I nearly, stupidly asked, watch you
what? I didn’t have to. As he said it, his large fist slid along the shaft of
his growing cock. He stroked hard as the plump head went from a blushing pink
to near purple. His eyes never left mine.

I swallowed. Felt my eyes widen. My
heart stutter. I was mesmerized by the sight of his big hand on his big cock as
he stroked. Slowly. Giving me time to answer. To change my mind, maybe.

“Yes,” I whispered, though I was
mortified at my answer. “Yes, I would.”

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