A Short Story

Booker arrived at the chapel early Monday morning, keen to get his debriefing with Tom over with as quickly as possible. He was professional enough to know he needed to put his disappointment to one side and concentrate on their assignment, but the sting of Tom’s rejection still lingered. He thought they’d made a connection, and he’d looked forward to building a solid friendship with the shy officer. But despite a promising start, he realized he now had no choice but to accept what Penhall had told him. Tom was weird, and his mercurial temperament made it impossible to break down the barriers that kept him at arm’s length. Whether Will was responsible for his brother’s character traits or not was still open for debate, but as far as Booker

"Stop what, I'm not touching ya." Carlos laughed and pressed his hips into her ass, allowing the girl to feel the thick bulge of his erection through the fabric of his jeans. "Not yet. Ya really think Jimmy's not gonna let us fuck you, you don't know Jimmy, and I can't wait to bury my cock in that tight, little cunt of yours." Keeping his voice low enough to be inaudible to the others, the Hispanic tightened his grip on the girl and slid one hand up to briefly squeeze a breast as his gaze slid to his companions. First, to Jimmy, to ensure he hadn't noticed his little infraction with Alyssa, then to Duane.

The muttered epitet escaped FBI Special Agent Carter's lips, and whisked through the cold night air as he stared down at the corpse. Despite his hopes when the call had come in, there was no doubt.

Bucky had begun his fifth circuit of their tiny living room when he heard the tell-tale thump of the busted step leading to their floor: the board was near-rotted underneath the worn carpet and always slid out a bit and back in each time you stepped on it.

“Hey, not bad,” Verin remarked as they entered the hangar where the Thunderclap sat. “That thing as roomy as it looks?” The bounty hunter radiated energy on a level that rivaled Fynta. Jorgan sympathized with the man. He clearly worried about his wife, but forced a cheerful facade for reasons Jorgan would never understand. Cormac did the same when he was nervous, whereas Fynta fought back with snark, and Dorne with research. Aric wondered if he had a coping mechanism, then remembered his reputation for being a hardass.

I had prepared myself for weeks for the wake up call. I had assembled my horse as well and tonight was the night for a midnight ride to the place. I ran out the door in boots and my night wear. I jumped and swung my leg over the horse and fixed the musket strap to settle across my shoulder. I pressed my heels into her side and she took off. I rode my horse as fast as I could, my heart beating fast. I had been trained for this. I had my muskett by my side loaded and ready for a shot.

He could sense the second he found it, that spot that would tip her over the edge, and Brett watched Elena's expression, entranced. His fingers worked relentlessly inside her as he felt her climax building and when she shivered and gasped, then came for him, he felt a sense of satisfaction, but also another, indefinable, emotion. More than simple lust. Whatever it was, as she writhed in pleasure, it led to him kissing Elena again hungrily, tongue pushing deep into her mouth, sucking licking and nibbling hers with their lips mashed together, and hot breathy pants mingling. "Good girl."

Phenix stood in front of the closed door, his heart pounding and his fist ready to do the same to the heavy, whitewashed, wood panel. Damn the Archaeans to hell! Why wouldn’t they let him wrap up this ludicrous contract in the way he usually did, a simple tag-and-bag transaction. Boom! Pay up.

Arken chuckled softly as he ghosted his fingertips across her trembling forearms. “My gods, you’re so strong ...” he purred, and the huskiness in his voice almost made her gag.

“Here’s to the best chemist the lab could have hoped for.” He glanced sidelong at Erica and grinned, running a hand through his unruly hair. “You’ll blow them away with another brilliant solution as usual,” he said, bringing the drink to his lips. Returning the grin, Erica started to raise the cup to her lips, then paused and frowned, staring intently at the ground. Pressing her free hand firmly against the dirt at the edge of the blanket, she felt the ground shiver and then saw small pebbles and rock chips vibrate.

He took in the calm look on the man’s face, the way his high cheekbones were beautifully illuminated in the orange glow of road lights- making him look almost otherworldly. The faint uptick at the corner of Stu’s lips, the way his stupid blue hair lightly blew with the aircon, the way he drummed his long fingers absently on the steering wheel were inescapable- Murdoc knew.

Two months later on a Saturday morning, Charlie threw a dish rag over her shoulder and answered the knock at her door.

This story is going to be about a woman who tried her best at something that no one else in her family tried to do. To those who knew her, she was a stubborn woman who didn't like to determine her life based on what others wanted her to do. She led her own way through life, she had moments where she made mistakes but she learned and carried on in life. This is the story of a family woman from Ewa Beach who wanted to further her education for her family.

Kissing the driver passionately, Marlene exited the Malibu and waltzed across the doctor’s parking lot swinging her keys. The raven-haired beauty with a reputation of being high maintenance unlocked the Mercedes. Driving down Imperial Street toward Highway 74, her thoughts lingered on the last hours spent with her lover. Rushing to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew, she drove faster than normal, and entered the garage without seeing Jerry’s car. Marlene parked, straightened her clothes as a devious smile crossed her face. Going through the house and into the kitchen, where made a fresh pot of coffee, while waiting for her husband and father-in-law to arrive.

After another long and adventurous week in Dubai, the couple finally returned home to Trost and spent the next couple of days unwinding and unpacking. By Monday, things had returned to normal and, as usual, Levi got up early to get ready to work.