Landing Knox cont. 3

Kierna took a steadying breath before stepping back and sitting on the bench.  The  cool feel of the bottle of cleanser she’d abandoned there gave her a moment of reality.

Wash she really bold enough to do this?

Sneaking in to use this shower was her secret lil’ joy. They bigger guilty secret was that tonight wasn’t the first time she’d fantasized about her roommate in the shower… in the bed.. in the kitchen…anywhere and everywhere.  She’d been dreaming about him since she answered his “ roommate wanted” ad two years ago.

Staring at him now through the clear glass, her inner voice spoke up  “ Girl getcho life, ok”

Knox looked better than any dream she’d ever had.  Wet or dry. When he’d rushed forward and prevented her from opening the door it was all she could do to keep from pressing her body against that glass and rub vainly against his on the other side.

She watched with wide eyes as he sat on the counter and slowly unbuttoned his “geek” shirt.  The short sleeves had been cuffed highlighting his strong arms and the almost hidden tattoos. But what stole her breath was the site of his nipple rings. That flash of steel piercing his tiny nubbins. She reached for her own breast and pulled , twisting her own nipples. Feeling the pull all the way to her core.

Leaning back against the cool tiles she watched as Knox sucked is full lower lip in and bit down then licked away the little trickle of blood that the bite caused. The sight of his tongue had her drawing her legs up so that she could rest her feet on the edge of the bench…exposing her most secret place to his molten hot eyes. He must have liked what he saw because he leaned forward abruptly. His dark eyes narrowed, those sooty lashes should have been on fire from the heat of his gaze.

Good, she wanted him to burn. Forget a smolder she wanted to feel the heat of a full blown inferno.  What would it take to break his resolve.

“Show.Me”

For the life of her she would forever swear that she’d heard that deep rumble in her mind. His lips never appeared to move.

Kierna sucked her index finger between her full lips before trailing down to her hot quim. Tracing the seam there she shuddered in excitement. Keeping her eyes locked on his across the room she parted the folds there, opening that door way and showing him the entrance to her nirvana.

Knox sat up so quickly that it shocked her. It was like lightening had struck his spine.  She slowly she dipped her fingers in and gathered a little of the honey that was spilling out.  Even more slowly she grazed that little button that would bring her the most pleasure. 

When his throat bobbed on a heavy swallow and his tortured groan reached her ears, Kierna raised her fingers to her own lips and licked them clean. Arching one fine eyebrow in challenge she dared him to remain where he was as she tasted herself again and again.

Landing Knox...cont. 2

  Knox watched as Kierna took a deep breath... her  chest rising and falling. The soft mist from the shower heads collecting on her milk chocolate skin like dew.  Heavy drops gathering together and running in rivlettes  over her curves. He watched as one such drop raced over her breast only to cling to her nipple as if it were unwilling to let go. 
He wanted to go to her and catch that drop on his tongue before suckling her into his mouth.

Another drop trickled to her belly button and joined in the little pool that caught the like like a jewel only to be dislodged as her fingers strayed there before moving further south.

Knox shifted uncomfortably. He wanted to free his already hard cock from the confines of his jeans, but he knew if he did that, the show was over. He'd take her and he wanted this to last. He needed to see her body tremble as she brought her self to climax...to learn exactly what it took to pull desperate cries of pleasure from her full lips.

He was determined to memorize every stroke so that when he got his hand on her he could play her as if she were the his guitar. Pluck every string that was sure to have her singing. He wanted to hear her sigh with her release now because he had every intent to make her scream with it later.

He needed to do something though...something to give himself some relief has he watched her pluck at those full black berry nipples.  something to encourage her to keep going.

Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his body... Kierna's eyes widened and her breath seemed to catch as she caught sight of his nipple rings. Knox touched them, drawing one large hand across his chest. Mimicking the way she pulled at hers.



He bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood...the sensation of his nipples being pooled in time with Kierna's was a double edge sward...she seemed to be enjoying the show as much as he was but his dick was throbbing against his zipper.

moving his hands down to grip the edge of counter he took a deep breath.

"Sit on the bench Kierna, spread your legs and show me."

Landing Knox cont.

" Don't move "  

His voice sounded rough even to his own ears. It took more effort than he could have ever imagined to utter those two words. But if he let her leave that shower ... there wasn't any way he could even finish that thought.

Knox had waited so long... praying that fate would throw him some opening. Two years of living in close quarters with Kierna had nearly driven him mad  and just when he thought he couldn't take it...that he would have to give up and move( ridiculous idea considering he owned this loft out right) because he couldn't find away to confess his desire... there she was... getting off in his shower.

Nothing ever looked so beautiful. He'd come staggering in from making sure that an old friend got home safely to find a trail of clothing leading him to ...heaven.   He'd long suspected that Kierna made use of his shower when he wasn't around, not that he had a problem with that. Hell, he'd offered  it up as soon as he decided to renovate.


"I can't stand in this shower all night"  the words where bold and fiesty but the warbled just a bit, telling him she was more embarassed that she was willing to show. A smile quirked the corner of his mouth.

Knox pressed a few buttons e, causing the shower heads to slow to a fine warm mist, before setting the remote on the counter behind him..

"Finish then"

"Knox.." Kierna reached for the clear sliding door but Knox rushed forward and grabbed the door from the outside.

"Finish and I'll let you out "

"Listen, you really... I just got caught... no no this isn't happening move so that i can get out Knox." her voice was husky and low.  there was no way in hell he was about to let her out of this shower....unless it was to get in his bed.

"I caught you doing what I've wanted to do for years...touching your body, feeling your skin, I've spent more time in this shower...with the water freezing cold thinking about what you'd look like doing that....finish Kierna...show me what you look like when you come."

Knox knew he was practically begging...he held his breath. If she said no....God don't let her say no again.

Her big dark eyes widened as he watched her, for a moment he didn't even breath and then she stepped back, unfolding her arms bringing her chin up and a defiant little move that he noticed as her tell. She was putting on her brave face.  Thats my girl he thought....show me.

He felt the corner of his mouth kick up when she arched that one eye brow his way.
"So are you just going to stand there and watch..or will you be joining me?"

Knox stepped back to recline against the sink again.

"I want to watch for now."  He said as hopped up on the counter before removing his shirt. "show me how to make you feel good."

Landing Knox

 Kierna groaned as she trudged into the freight style elevator that would carry her to her loft.

The chill of the almost spring night doing little too cool her heated skin. 

Sniffing indelicately she nearly gagged at the smell of other people's stale alcohol infused smoke coated sweat clinging to her hair and clothes.

What a night!  She hadn't been prepared for the amount of people who'd been out drinking on a Monday night.  Officially speaking it was St.Patricks day but it was a work for most of the patrons that frequented the bar and grill.


It had been her night off too but with nothing better to do she'd shrugged her shoulder and headed in to pick up some "easy" money at her roommates frantic phone call.

Knox wasn't normally prone to exaggerate or ask for favors so she'd know the place had to be hopping.  She wasn't disappointed.

With Herculean effort she shoved the gated door up and let her self out of the elevator and into their loft,leaving a trail of clothes in her wake. If she didn't get the stench of the smoke and grease, booze  a virtual cologne counter, and unfortunately some frat jocks throw up off of her, before she fell into bed...she'd like end up puking herself.

Rushing headlong across the loft  she passed the hall bath and cut straight for Knox's room.  He had the  shower to end all showers  and she was going to take full advantage of all 12 of the shower heads and the rain shower while he was  good knows where with good knew that was clinging to him as they'd locked up the bar.

Fumbling with the last of her clothes and the buttons that started the shower Kierna cursed her handsome roommate and his playboy ways.
There she'd been busting her ass to help him and he'd been mooning over some bimbette ( because clearly the co-ed wasn't nearly old enough or smart enough to be a full fledged bimbo).  Growling Kierna pulled the elastic band that held her riotous curls in an haphazard pony tail free and stepped into the shower.

A smile immediately lit her lips as she was wrapped in the forceful deluge.  Water poured over her from every possible angle and soothed her aching muscles and frayed nerves.  
Reaching out Kierna grabbed the bottle of 3 in 1 wash that she new would leave her smelling like her room mate. If she hadn't been so tired she would have detoured to her own bathroom and gathered her favorite soap and shampoo  but at this rate she was just thankfull that she hadn't melted and swirled down the drain along with the grime of her night.

Popping the lid on the soap Kierna sniffed at the bottle and sighed a little to herself.  The light woodsy scent was exactly Knox...well minus that whole "man" smell that was totally him.  Stepping just out of the spray in that smartly designed little space where a bench was situated she quickly read the label.

Squeezing more than a hand full of the creamy liquid into her palms  she decided to be utilitarian about it...if she hurried she could snag one of his t-shirts to wear while she picked up her discarded clothes and then make it to her room and the comfort of her fluffy pillows all before the sun lighten the sky and her handsome room mate caught her. 

with eyes closed she quickly let some of the soap drop on to her breast and shoulders while she lathered her hair. another squeeze form the bottle and she began to soap her body letting her hands linger for a moment on her already hard nipples before sliding over her tummy and to her Mons.

She stepped back in the spray of the shower and  let it work its magic as her finger worked through her hair, de-tangling the coil-ly mass and  massaging her scalp... 

She must not have paid attention to the memory button has she'd started the shower with the remote because the water heated up to a and one of the shower heads started a pulsing rhythm on her neck and shoulders..

A moan of pleasure broke from her throat as she dipped her head and let the water really ease the tense muscles of her back. Rolling her head slowly on her shoulders, she stretched her arms up and then out. feeling the tension leaving her body in small tingling bursts.

the pressure of the water spraying her front changed then, it matched more the soft steady flow that was coming from the large rain head above her. Kierna had no Idea that the Knox's shower could do all that it was doing but she took back everything she'd said when she'd come home from a week of visiting her parents to find he'd "renovated".

Letting her hand drift over her body, sluicing the last vestiges of the clinging soap from her skin Kierna contemplating taking a few moments to pleasure her self.  Her hands cupped her heavy breasts...testing their weight while her fingers plucked at her dark nipples. With her eyes closed she let her hand drift lower again this time at a pace designed to please, rather than hurriedly cleanse.

A gasp shuddered through her just as her fingers reached the that special place between her thighs.... the water shooting from the shower head directly across from her vagina changed to a direct and forceful stream... if she stepped forward just a bit and maybe lifted up on her toes... before she could complete the thought her body acting and she nearly came unglued when the spray made contact with her clit.

It wouldn't have taken long for her to go over the cliff but the sound of a sharply in drawn breath and a distinctly male groan sent her scrambling away from the spray.
turning to face the glass enclosure Kierna's heart stopped at the image of her room mate, remote in hand staring back at her with what could only be described as pure , dangerous lust.

Kierna stood stock still. Part of her wanted to rush from the shower and hide a way in her own room. but what then.. pretend Knox hadn't caught her getting off with his expensive shower...pretend the hadn't been the one manipulating her  with that damn remote. Hope that he chased her and confessed what...a crush, a beer haze...what.

She held her breath until the threat of passing out forced her to release it and drawn in another one but still Knox didn't move. He just stood there, staring at her. Finally frustrated she hung her head and made to exit the shower. Only his deep voice stopped her in her tracks..


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tune in some time ...later... who  knows when to find out what happens next

strung out and strung along

Sitting in my new office chair, a slightly content smile playing at the corners of my lips, a thought occurs to me, as thoughts often do:  I need to write, Not just blog.  I’ve been up for several hours. Honestly, the excuse I gave of my natural sleep habits and my illness weren’t what really drove me from my bed.

They did * eyes wander to the two leather club chairs in front of my desk, currently occupied by the spector of Alpha Muse and His Beta*

Two very prime examples of all that is the male embodment of power.  Both slightly over six feet tall they are very similar yet vastly different. Though they both claim to be six foot one inch…one of them is taller than the other, but I never can tell which. Might be the shoes or the hair cuts.  Alpha lounges leaning slightly to the left, a frosty beer dangles by its neck from his meaty fingers on beefy hands, dripping condensation  causing the lable to wrinkle.  He is exactly what big and burly looks like in anyone’s mind. Relaxed as he is, in bare feet and baggy work out shorts and a t-shirt,  I wonder exactly what the weight capcity for those club chairs is. Every muscle is shredded and honed from labor and genetics. His posture may give of relaxed teddy bear but I know that a killer lurks there just under the skin. I’m sure he knows I’m not working the way I’m supposed to be because he pulls his color shifting eyes away from the movie playing above and behind my head. His full rounded face that gives him a dangerous child like façade shift and a flash of gold streaks through those blue green eyes. He smirks a bit, shifting his shoulders and drawing my eyes to the corded muscles in his neck.  The low growl rumbling from deep in him causes Muse to stir from his feigned nap and blink open one whiskey brown eye.

A shock of dark hair trails of Muse’s forehead…tangling slightly in the virtual forest of his lashes.  Thinner than Alpha is jaw is on a bit more angular and equally stubbled with dark growth, a testament to the fact that today is indeed a lazy day and slightly hiding his dimples from me.

His broad shoulders  shift has he slouches his big frame down another inch and adjust the cute lil bolster pillow behind his neck.

“ You really need to get some different chairs in here.” He riches for the whiskey that rests thankfully on a coaster on the table between them.

Alpha grunts his agreement but continues to focus on the movie.

“ the two of you COULD watch television or nap in the living room instead of abusing those club chairs.”

“Mini fridge and snacks are in here” Alpha’s voice is octives deeper than his normal conversational bass, giving away that he hasn’t so much as spoken in several days.

Muse lifts his whiskey in salute.

I roll my eyes and pretend that I’m not tickled and content with their company. The house is oddly quiet and I can here the other muses shifting around.  I am never so happy as when they are all home. Some of them have companions now, but I don’t care. This is our pack and though some have come and gone the core is still strong. I am secure in my role as mother/sister/lover/friend.

But I am weary.

“did you really drive me from my sleep so that you could watch t.v.?”

“Yup,” Muse replies, those dangerous dimples flashing briefly

“ Wanted to see how you look in that chair.” Alpha mumbles. I take a glance down at myself . One leg is folded under me loosing circulation and my feet are clad in the fluffy house shoes that I was forced to put on before leaving the bedroom. I sway a bit in my new chair.

“took you long enough”. I pretend to be ungrateful, but I’m actually over the moon with its cushy comfy firmness.

The dogs run in the room and I am thankful for the distraction. I know I was ment to write this morning. The images are there just at the edge of my mind. I’m frustrated. I saw so clearly what was meant to go on the page but the moment I sat in my new chair, the words floated away from me.

 Tears of frustration gather in my eyes and both men stiffen, like true alphas neither of them handles water works well.

“shit, would you look at that , its skin fifty and I think I smell bacon.” Muse jokes, though he makes no move to leave vacate the chair he is occupying.  It dawns on me that its early for them to be drinking.

“no its late and we haven’t stopped”

Alpha states, those knowing eyes have decided to be grey for a moment and pierce me with a look that says “ I’ll always know what you’re thinking”.

Rising from the chair he tosses the remote and Muse and says “ tell them to keep it down”  before he abandons his beer and rises from his chair. “Make sure everyone gets fed and put might max on ground patrol.”

Mini Muse is going to be so pissed. I smirk.

Muse sighs deeply and says “ get some sleep Riley,It will come to you soon.”  He stands and stretches and my eyes catch on the flash of pale skin between his low riding pajamas and the baggy t-shirt he has been lounging in.

Wrapped in Alpha’s arms I sigh.  A nap will do me well. I close my eyes and listen as the wind blows throw the trees surrounding my home.

I’ll be back with something sexy for this Green weekend after I wake up again. Maybe the specters will speak a little louder then.

Introductions and Reading Traps.

Hello all, this is Drea's new blog manager/digital assistant Merenda at your service. Drea and I will be working together to bring you new and updated content regularly and consistently. Look forward to WIP blurbs, passages, and character descriptors. Now, on to that reading  trap I talked about in the title, here's a passage from Country Courtin' a WIP.

“Jamison, I know you didn’t hop my Mamma’s fence just to leer at me?” I snapped saucily before turning around to grab my basket.

“Where the hell is your bra?”

I spun around to face him so fast I almost fell over.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.  Why are you out here in broad daylight with out a bra on.  A blind man could see you ain’t wearing one.”

“I do not know who you think you are, Levi Mitchell, but I am going to pretend I did not just hear you trying to be the boss of me”

I snatched my basket and brushed past Levi. The morning was already warming up and now I was pissed on top of it.

I let out a little screech as Levi grabbed my arm and spun me to face him.  Standing as close as we were I had to crane my neck to look into his eyes. What I saw there shocked me. Besides anger there was something else. Something raw and powerful. Something that called to the woman in me. My breathing hitched as he lowered his eyes to stare at my mouth. When he dipped his head I thought for sure he was about to kiss me. I tried to stand my ground really I did, but I could feel myself melting into him. My breast pressed into the hard planes of his chest.

“Marci…”

Oh my God, is that my name. Oh say it again.

Spinning , Penning and getting on with it.

WRITING!

Writing isn't just about holding a pen and paper and turning letters into words, words into sentences and sentences into coherent thoughts.

Writing goes beyond developing plots and characters and building worlds or relationships.

Sometimes writing has nothing to do with the ACT of writing at all.

Sometimes writing is sitting in a folding chair staring at a dusty ceiling and counting the textured cracks in the acoustic tiles.

Its the Ritual of cleaning and office and stocking a snack tray.  Lighting a candle or selecting the perfect play list.

Sometimes its typing the same word repetitively until your hands or swollen.
Its hob-knobing and marketing. Kissing babies and smiling for cameras.

Its blogging about what you're supposed to be doing and promoting what others are.

I am lucky. I get to work with some of the greatest names in the industry. So really, some times for me writing takes a back seat to " working with some of the greatest names in the industry".

And I love every minute of it.

I've recently partnered with Milana Howard to launch a blogtalk radio show ( aptly named the Drea and Milana Show) and I have to say-- its coming along nicely.

Once a week we sit and dish with the people we admire and love. We laugh, learn and grow.

And its all part of writing.

I hope you'll stop over this saturday at 6pm cst and give it a listen.

Its what the muses allow me to do when they aren't guiding me quill and it gives me immense pleasure.

Its rekindled my creativity and my love of the craft.

Stop in this week when we speak with Reana Malori, an author who much like Milana and myself, is relaunching her career behind the pen in 2014.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/dreariley/2014/02/09/reana-malori-returns