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  Strange Love © October 2011 ed. Selena Kitt

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  Table of Contents

  Fearless by Morgan Sierra

  I Love You FCSK 12712 by Elliott Mabeuse

  Encounters: The Mare by D.B. Story

  Indigo Blue by Wynter O’Reilly

  Live Assist by Sam Kepfield

  Fireflies: Immaculate Conception by Amicus

  Of Pets and Pleasures by Annette Gisby

  Angels Would Fall by Erin O’Riordan

  Shadow Love by Bekki Lynn

  Slaves of the Tarsus by Jennifer Campbell

  Where the Heart Is by Saskia Walker

  A Life With Purpose by Sommer Marsden

  A Summer Dance with a Succubus by M.E. Hydra

  Remembering Ausar by Madeleine Drake

  Manhattan Sex God by Kiera Thomas

  Fearless

  By Morgan Sierra

  Prologue

  My name is Nick, and I own this parlor. It’s old, but clean. And most importantly, reputable. The smell from the bakery next door sometimes wafts in, and I consider that a plus. No matter what, this baby is mine. I own her free and clear. Been in this business a long time, and I plan on working until the day I drop.

  People come to see me when they want to decorate themselves with piercings or tats. I understand the urge to do it. Hell, I’ve got enough holes to start a mining company, and enough colors to be called a walking rainbow.

  But sometimes I wonder about the people who come to see me. What makes them decide which piece of art represents them so much that they want a permanent reminder?

  Most times, I just do the job they pay me to do. Sometimes I ask about it, though. And more times than not, they’re willing to share.

  When I asked for the details behind the sexed up she-devil I started to etch onto his shoulder, this is what he told me…

  Chapter One

  Leaves tumbled and rolled out of the way to avoid being crushed by rubber tearing through their fallen carcasses at ninety miles an hour. The air threatened Eric with snaps of cold meant to send him back indoors, but there was no way he’d miss out on tonight. Sadly, October came only once a year and the wonderful special night marking its departure always ended too quickly for him.

  The air shimmered around him and he felt her presence. If he didn’t have to keep his eyes on the lonely stretch of road, he would have closed them and basked in the soft, sensual feel of her wrapping around him like a warm blanket.

  His thighs spread instinctively as his grip on the bike’s throttle eased. The Ninja slowed, and accepted her body molded against his without complaint. The same as the day he purchased her, the engine purred its contentment.

  Laura faced him, so that he could glance down into her deep chocolate colored eyes. Blonde hair shorn almost to the scalp stayed out of his way. The last thing either of them needed was an accident caused because flyaway hair that whipped into his eyes and hindered his vision.

  He afforded himself a quick glance at her plump lips and threw fate to the wind. A brief dip was all he needed. But he had to have it. He had to feel her mouth against his for the first time all year. She accepted his kiss with a seductive smile and his heart thundered. In another mile or so, he'd wipe that smile away when he dove in for more of her taste. So much more.

  Her hand snaked beneath his leather jacket and scraped across bare flesh. The corners of his mouth turned up in his own smile when she slid her hand back and forth across the expanse of his chest. She'd always loved to trail her fingers through the black curls of his chest hair. He'd worn as little as possible without inviting an indecent exposure arrest so that she could play with him to her heart’s content. Black leather jacket, matching black jeans and boots were all that separated his skin from her touch.

  Eric didn't have to look down to know what she wore. It was always the baby doll top with its lacy border and a skirt short enough to make anyone with a heartbeat do a double-take. When she hopped aboard the bike with him, the heat between her thighs warming up his ass in ways the bike couldn’t even come close. Sure, there was something so incredibly sexy about having all of that power between his legs—and having the bike there too—but having her arms wrapped around his waist sent a rush through him like nothing else could.

  She wouldn’t be able to hear him, but he had to say it. “I’ve missed you, woman.”

  Perhaps she’d heard after all. Her arms tightened around him and her delicate breasts pressed against his chest. She ground against his hardening cock, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through his balls and thighs. Oh yeah. He’d missed the hell out of her.

  Fuck waiting. He gave the bike gas and leaned into the wind as they shot forward. Laura’s soft giggle wafted next to his ear and it spurred him into moving faster. The thrill of speeding, of flirting with death had always been a turn on for both of them. Just half a mile to go and he’d show her just how turned on. Like she didn’t know. Her hand had long since left the warmth beneath his jacket to stroke the bulge in the ever tightening space of his jeans.

  She leaned closer, her lips grazing over his cheek and touching the lobe of his ear. “Prove it. Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

  Over the roar of the engine, between the whistle of wind caressing over them, he shouldn’t have heard her. But he caught every breathless sound as if they stood alone in a room by themselves. He heard the hoarse whisper of every single word. The intent behind each enunciated syllable.

  Something primal within growled a nonsensical response. His cock twitched and impossibly hardened even more. If she teased him just one more time, he’d face the very real possibility that it might break through the denim. Steel had nothing on him at this point.

  His body remembered hers all too well. The changing of seasons, the moment the heat of summer had left and the
air cooled and invited autumn to play, he found himself day dreaming of her. And the nights? Almost nightly he had to stroke himself to miserable satiation. He had to relieve the pressure of his cock or go mad from it. The thing of it was, the more he did it, the less satisfaction he found. His touch could not compare to hers; his body would be satisfied with nothing less. He needed to be with her, in her, if only for this one night when her ethereal body became corporal, he had to have her.

  Eric turned down the lonely dirt road and slowed as they approached the desolate cabin. He paid good money to ensure its upkeep and the property management company knew to have it prepared for his annual stay. Without stepping through its doors, he could already smell the mustiness of the closed-in space. Despite that, the bed would be made, no dust to be found on any of the furniture. A case of bottled water would sit inside the humming fridge. He had no need for food tonight; dehydration was his biggest concern. Electricity and running water would be available in ample supply anyway. If push came to shove, he could make use of the canned items in storage.

  Like his body, the cabin seemed to anticipate her arrival. It would release a slow exhale of relief when they crossed the threshold.

  Yeah, he knew this obsession for Laura was unhealthy, and maybe a few would say unnatural. But who gave a fuck about what others thought? If his woman could find her way each Halloween to the world of the living, he would never refuse her.

  Never.

  Chapter Two

  Her hands worked frantically on pulling the zipper down, her mouth hot and hungry against his. The bike jolted to a stop, a last second instinct the only thing that made him remember it. Eric stood to engage the brake, but lifted Laura with him, unable—unwilling—to lose her touch for the scantest moment.

  A whole God damned year without her. Without her touch. Her scent. Her taste.

  He molded his mouth against hers, learning all over again what it meant to kiss this woman. Her mouth burned against his, moist heat greeting his tongue as he pushed it against hers. They could have gone up in flames for all he cared. At this moment in time, he needed this.

  Cool air blasted his exposed chest, but Laura sparked another conflagration there by running her nails over his erect nipples. Finding them unerringly in the curls on his chest. She flicked over them, shooting sparks of pleasurable pain in those two points. The pleasure raced straight to his cock, exciting more nerve endings there.

  It was always like this. This want. At the end of each night with her, he vowed the next time he would be more in control. Better able to take things slow and love her the way she deserved. Inevitably, every year, he acted like a virgin on prom night in his haste to get into her panties. They hadn’t even left the damned bike yet and he was halfway to naked, his tongue down her throat, his hands gripping her ass like his world started and ended there.

  Their first time here, she’d been concerned that someone might see them going at it, but now, five years later, he all but welcomed an audience. If she cared any more, damned if he knew. When she began to work on the fly of his jeans, he had his answer.

  “Babe, you don’t want to go inside?” he asked almost breathlessly. Just for propriety’s sake. Out here in the middle of buttfuck, there’d be no one around.

  She kept pressing her mouth against his, plunging her tongue inside. Her need for air ended the night she died, but he was still very much alive and had to keep talking just for the sake of grabbing some. “I love you, Laura,” he murmured. “I’ve missed you and God, how I need you.”

  Her dark eyes bore into his, a hint of a smile in them. A small gasp escaped his lips because in his moment of inattention, she’d found her prize. Cool hands freed his cock from its cloth prison and he lifted his hips to allow her to free him completely. Laura wrapped her tiny hand around his shaft and pumped. “You still love me, Eric?”

  He swallowed hard, the sensations she caused tortuous. “Always.”

  She threw a leg over his, settling close. The other one soon followed suit until all he could feel against his erection was the heat of her pussy, so very, very close. “Show me.”

  He leaned forward, dropping his hands down the sides of her calves, caressing the soft sides, moving up, sliding, learning her legs all over again. He touched behind her knees, stroked over them until he met the inside of her thighs. She spread them of her own accord, but he gripped her harder, baring her open for his scrutiny.

  As always, she wore nothing beneath that scrap of a skirt and the pink folds of her pussy glistened before him. He sucked in a breath as his thumbs came so close to the center of her core. She was primed for him, ready for him to impale her with his cock, but his senses had returned if only for the moment and he wanted to drag this out.

  The twin straps of her barely-there shirt had fallen down her creamy arms. Any gentleman would have pushed them up or ignored the sultry way her breasts now peeked out as a result, but Eric had never considered himself a gentleman. He curled his fingers around the strips, pulling them down and exposing her pink nipples to the air. Laura arched her back, and her breasts thrust into his face. He kissed down her neck, tasting her skin with each inch he covered, but the twin temptations drew his attention.

  “Lovely,” he whispered almost to himself before taking the first one into his mouth. Jesus, how could she be so soft, so supple? And her taste…every single time they met, no matter how much time had passed, he inhaled the clean scent of soap and tasted its simple freshness on her. She was like a walking commercial for Ivory.

  He loved the way her breasts fit in his hands. The ideal size for palming their perfect roundness. And when she made that little sound in the back of her throat as he teased her nipple, it was enough to make him come right there and then.

  Laura twisted her hips, rocking herself closer to his cock. The fine curls on her pussy grazed his head and he almost lost concentration as blood went free-falling into the lower part of his anatomy. He clamped his teeth around her nipple and focused his attention on retaining control. A smug sense of satisfaction warmed him when she hissed out a startled breath.

  “Don’t tempt me again, little devil,” he said around her breast. Her throaty chuckle betrayed her intentions to do so again, to hell with the consequences. Besides, they both knew his punishment would be a reward for them both.

  “And if I do?” Her purr sent a shiver down his spine.

  This time he eased forward, touching himself against her pearl nub. Her body shuddered, her fingers tightening on his arms. “Then you don’t get what I came here to give you.”

  His plan back fired when she rocked her hips again, sliding forward and capturing him in one smooth move. Eric rested his forehead against her sternum as she eased further, taking him inside her warmth, his body stock still and too engrossed in sensation to assist.

  She put her fingers beneath his chin, tilting his face toward hers, then pressed her mouth softly to his. Her eyes flashed at him. “Baby, I think I will.”

  Chapter Three

  Thank God the bike was made of sturdy stuff. Yeah, he had long legs and with a little maneuver, he could rest the sole of one foot on the ground still. But the other one he lifted onto the bike, using it to balance them both on the seat not meant to take this kind of treatment.

  Laura rolled her hips forward, and he watched her loveliness. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her breasts, just like the first night, and he lowered his head to flick his tongue along some of it. She shouldn’t be able to do such a mundane thing—for Christ’s sake, sweating of all things—but that she could excited him. Someone upstairs had been kind enough to allow them to relive that night together down to the finest detail. He would not shun any of it.

  She moved over him like a dancer, pulling him into her warmth and then leaving him barren in a rhythm that caught his breath. He wanted to last, he wanted to feel her shudder beneath him, but knew better. Already his balls tightened, the base of his spine sending out throbbing pulses that signaled his inevitable
release.

  Laura’s soft moans didn’t help. He swallowed hard, clenching his eyes shut, groaning disappointment in himself. He thought hard about overflowing garbage pails, about blood and guts, about mathematical equations. The slide of fingernails on his sensitive nipples whisked those thoughts away.

  “Fuck!” he roared, his muscles locking as every ounce of his power, every part of his being came flooding out of him. His cock surged forward, spilling his cum in powerful jets that caught his breath. Blood rumbled through his ears, and throwing his head back made his vision swim, but it was all he could muster as his body shuddered.

  Her nails continued their delicate flick on his nipples, each touch painful, sensitive.

  Excruciatingly erotic.

  Gasping, Eric captured her lips, distracting her for a moment, and nibbled across her mouth. “Why the fuck do you keep doing that?” he complained. Every God damned year, she made certain he came first. No matter how many tricks he brought to the table, she insisted he lost control. “Fucking devil.”

  Laura laughed, and kissed him back. “You know why.”

  Slowly thrusting, he kept his dick hard inside of her, letting their combined cum coat his length. “Only for you,” he murmured before dipping in for another kiss.

  She pulled her hips away from him, and he moved quickly. The damp air encouraged them, and she swung her legs over the bike when he got off. Eric watched her spread her thighs, the insides glistening. The lips of her pussy pink and abused. A trail of moisture spilling from between them and onto the leather seat.

  He didn’t think when he dropped before her, using his thumbs to spread open her cunt. Her aroused clit stood erect, all but calling to him, but he knew what his woman wanted.

  The first glide of his tongue through the dripping cum flooded his mouth with a tang that made him harden all over again. Like her pussy, it was warm, the aroma slightly bleach-like. The first time he’d given in to her request had been nothing like this. It only took her single coarse cry, the way her fingers curled into his hair, almost drawing blood in her fervor to get him closer to arouse him as well. Now, he gave in to her request every single time. It was his fucking pleasure.