Yasssss . . . March Madness
March Madness is back! I’ll have reduced priced ebooks and sneak peeks at the new ones that will be released. I write because I love crafting stories. What I’m terrible at is sticking to a release date, because all of a sudden a new scene will pop into my head, or I’ll need to do another edit. So please believe me when I say, thanks to all you readers who’ve been patient. The Queen of Comedy and other longer works are a priority, and I’m diligently working on making them the best tales that I can.
Silence greeted Seth’s ears as fear flooded his body. Moonlight made it easier to realize Lisa wasn’t taking in a midnight snack. The kitchen was just as spotless as they’d left it. In the stillness he grew aware of steady breathing, and the sense that he was being watched. Seth rotated in the direction of the hallway that connected several first floor rooms, stopping to squint his eyes and focus on the living room.
She was sitting in the rocking chair with a duvet covering her.
Instead of a response, Lisa drew her knees up to her chin. Seth called out to her again. “Lisa? What’s wrong?”
“I-I saw you just like that, the first day I was here.”
“Like what?” Each footstep brought him closer to her.
Seth dropped his head. Placing one bare foot behind the other, he reversed course. “And it didn’t scare you off?”
“No.” Her next words were muffled by the duvet. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
That made him back up. “Where was I?”
“In the kitchen, kind of where you are now. You were wet from the rain.” Her voice grew stronger. “I saw you take off your clothes, ‘cause they were soaked. You took your shirt and-and used it to wipe off. I-I didn’t mean to spy, but I couldn’t stop looking at you. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. I should’ve been more careful.” Still, he was curious. “How . . . how did you feel watching me?” Please don’t say I made your skin crawl. Please don’t say the whole thing felt creepy. Please don’t say-
“When I took a nap, I had a wet dream.”
Feeling hopeful but hesitant, he decided to press on. “About me?”
Not much else was said. Seth shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He stood there, naked as the day he was born, willing her to look at him, inwardly begging for her to acknowledge what was happening between them. “If you tell me to, I’ll leave you to your thoughts. Just say the word and I’ll-”
The duvet slid to the floor. Her left and right legs were divided and draped on the arms of the rocking chair, letting him see that she was touching herself. Call it transference of emotions, but he’d gone from limp to hard in record time. Seth shuddered at the same moment she did. Her groan told him she was almost there. “Seth, I want you. Please-”
She didn’t have to ask twice. He practically ran through the dining room into the living room, sinking to his knees, his mouth ready to do some serious damage.