Capturing Chris 3

The sounds of water running and snoring brought Agnes awake. And as soon as her brain registered that wakeful state, a bass drum started thumping within.

Breathing deeply and slowly to offset the pain, Agnes cracked one eye…and was meet with the slurping of a tongue that that covered her entire face.

Turning her head to the side she rubbed her face against the pillows and willed herself not to panic. 

“What hit me?”

She groaned grasping her head. She would have attempted to sit up but a very large very heavy muzzle was resting on her chest pinning her down and blowing hot doggie breath in her face.

In her mind Agnes tried to replay the last things she could remember. Walking home, taking a short cut through Chris’s yard. Then lights out.

Opening one eye confirmed her suspicions. The beast resting on her was Chris’ great dane bull mastiff mix Scooby. With both eyes open she stared into his one giant sad eye and sighed.

“Ok, Scoobs… move”

When the dog whimpered but made no attempt to stop using her breast as a pillow, Agnes sighed deeply, then wished she hadn’t.

“Scooby, come on bud, I can’t breathe here” She struggled.  With energy she didn’t have, she struggled to scoot up on the bed. Scooby however remained seated and thus his head was now in her lap.

Shaking her head slowly and clutching the sheet to her breast, Agnes acknowledged the two beast standing guard at the foot of the bed.

Ruff (a Caucasian Shepherd) and  Marmaduke ( an Italian Cane Corso)  eyed her over the top of the massive foot board and she knew instinctively that they were standing , waiting for her to give permission to join her .

Which she might have done if she weren’t still trying to a) dislodge scooby’s face from its positions dangerously close to her crotch and b) figure out where the hell her clothes were.

“Ok boys, how about you go play while I find my clothes.   Shoo, ummm roll over … play dead… MOVE.”  

Neither dog budged.

The sound of the water running that she’d recognized earlier was playing havoc on her bladder and the pain in her head was starting to increase.

 A quick peek under the blanket revealed that she’d only been stripped down to her underwear. If she could just dislodge the massive great dane ( which was proving impossible because he’d decided she was moving too much and had slowly started inching his massive body over her lap on the bed)  she could make a break for the bathroom she knew was across the hall.

Thinking quickly Agnes gave another series of commands none of them spurred the dogs to move.

Groaning she leaned her head back against the tufted head board and tried to think of things to take her mind off the pressing need to pee.

Comfortable, well as comfortable as one could be under the weight of a nearly 200 lb great dane, Agnes closed her eyes and focused on the sound of the dogs’ heavy breathing and the whir of the ceiling fan. It wasn’t long before she began to drift back to sleep. But in those few seconds before darkness could take hold the should of water running shut off and the door where she’d thought was a closet opened. At the soft click she opened her eyes and lost her breath.

The sight of Chris standing, dressed only in a pair of baggy shorts with a towel draped over his shoulders caused her heart to sputter. The rapid beating of her heart kicked that bass drum n her head into over drive and Agnes moaned in both lust and pain.

In moments, Chris crossed the room and sat on the opposite side of the bed.

“Are you ok?”

“Can’t feel my legs”

“What, why can’t you feel your legs”

Agnes would have laughed at the harried look on Chris’s face, but laughing would probably cause her to pee right there in his sumptuous bed.

“Because your dog is cutting off the circulation”

Chris’ strawberry blonde eye brows leapt up his face and his arctic gaze widened.

A glance down  at Scooby, who had now fully worked himself onto the bed and was laying with his body running from her feet to her waist, essentially trapping, his new favorite “toy” in place, had him laughing.

“Ok, Scooby, you’ve done your job, You can let her up now.”  Chris spoke to the hound.  Scooby however ignored his master and let out a deep sigh before snuggling deeper and forcing himself between Agnes’ legs.

“Yeah, I already tried that.  What did you do tell them to guard or something.”

“Actually, yeah.”  Chris said…a bit of laughter still present in his voice.

“Wow, really, did you think I was going to wake up and attack you in the shower?”  Agnes asked opening her eyes again and petting Scooby, slightly scratching behind one big ear and receiving what could only be classified as a doggy grin for her efforts.  Marmaduke and Ruff leaned further over the foot board as if they were about to climb in the bed and demand she pet them too.

“One could only dream” Chris whispered. The sound was so low Agnes nearly missed it.

“Well, as lovely as this little moment has been. I really can’t feel my legs” She spoke choosing to pretend she hadn’t heard his declaration.

“And before we get buried under 400 additional pounds of k-9, I really have to pee.”

Chris cocked his head to the side and studied her face for a moment. Then standing he walked to the door and spoke firmly but quietly to the dogs. All three whimpered as if to say “oh man, dad, you never let us have any fun” and filed out of the room.

“What did you say to make them move? I don’t even know what language that was.”

“I told them to release my woman and go play.  In Irish.” Chris stated calmly. Agnes swallowed so hard that she was sure the gulp was audible.  Chris never released her gaze.

“Go to the bathroom, Agnes…I’m going to walk the dogs and we’ll talk when I return.”

He gave her one final look over his shoulder then followed the dogs from the room and closed the door behind.

Agnes wasn’t sure how long she sat staring at the door, stunned. When she stood to make her way to the bathroom she began to grouse “Go to the bathroom, Agnes. We’ll talk later. What does that even mean? Who is he to tell me what to do like I’m one of those dogs? I’m going to the bathroom, but only because I have to pee, and then I’m going home. I obviously hit my head WAY to hard.”

Capturing Chris 2

Chris cursed as he tossed the length of wood he'd been carrying over his shoulder to the ground. A few brief strides brought him to his neighbor’s side. He crouched down to where she'd fallen after being hit in the head with the offending piece of lumber.   A quick glance and a cursory check with his fingers over her bald head told him there was no bleeding but she was going to have a pair of matching goose eggs, and a hell of a head ache.

She'd taken him totally by surprise when she'd stepped through that gate. One that he often times himself forgot.  It had been a long time since anyone used it. In fact Agnes was the only person who used it and only on the rare occasions that she was walking through the neighborhood and wanted to avoid their crotchety neighbor and his vicious lab rat of a dog.

In the dog days of summer, she hadn't been walking as much.  In fact she hadn't taken a short cut through his yard since... the night he'd been standing under the stars naked.

On a sigh Chris quickly lifted her and made quick work of carrying her into his house. It was too hot to be in the sunshine and she looked as if she'd had more than her fair share of the heat.

Once he was sure she was o.k., he'd walk her home.

Chris took the steps up leading up to the back deck quickly pushed open the sliding glass door that lead into the eat in kitchen.   The moment his foot hit the tiles three, four legged, behemoths raced to his side. Tales wagging and ears perked in curiosity.

"Move boys, I'll let you check on your friend later, but first we have to make sure she is o.k."

He led the way to his bedroom feeling as if he were the grand-master leading a parade, the dogs following behind him in single file.

Despite his worry a small smile tickled his face as Agnes stirred and snuggled her face more deeply into chest.  The scent of her perfume and sweat wafted up to him when she moved.  Again he noted that her body felt overly warm in his arms.  Cooling her off and making sure that she'd no damage for the heat or being knocked unconscious were his first priorities.  

In his room he gently placed her on the high, plush bed.  He paused a moment to take her in. His sister had joked that he had purchased a princess bed, but Chris believed in comfort. His job in the military often put him in places were the only place to rest his head was scorching sand.  When he was home he wanted to be able to snuggle into the softness of her arms...  "Where did that come from” Chris spoke to himself at the thought. He'd meant he wanted to be able to snuggle into.... another glance at his charge and he knew is mind had be right.  Sure the soft blankets and pillows of his bed were comfortable and inviting, but nothing on earth could be as soft and giving and being wrapped in the curves of his short neighbor. 

She'd once called him tall, but he wasn't really, not by normal standards...she was just a bit on the short side.  And packed with curves that facinated him, from her high cheek bones and cupids bow of a mouth to her large eyes and the shells of her ears.

Chris took Agnes in;  she looked so small, yet so womanly on. Her Dark brown skin stood out in relief against he cream colored sheets. 

Suddenly she sighed and rolled over away from him, rubbing her cheek against his pillow before settling comfortable into sleep. He knew he should wake her, make sure that she didn't have a concussion, but the sight of her tucked into his bed looking so dangerously innocent and so seductively sweet stalled him. His eyes settled on the plump curve of her her as. Watching as the muscles flexed adn relaxed  while she kicked off her shoes and settled herself even more comfortably on to the bed.

"Agnes" he whispered her name while leaning closely in.  "Agnes, do you hurt anywhere?"

She nodded her head never opening her eyes.

"Tell me where it hurts."

Agnes moaned and a lifted a hand to her temple. 

"Your head hurts?"

Another deep sigh and a slight nod

"Anything else?"

Agnes rolled over and whispered “feet hurt” but never opened her eyes.   Chris could tell that she was talking through both pain and the dregs of exhaustion.

"Ok love, one more thing and I’ll let you rest. Can you open your eyes for me Agnes?"

A frown puckered her brow but she did as he asked. She opened her eyes and Chris was struck with clear and bright the brown pools were.

"Agnes, do you know where you are?"

"Your house."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Chris."

"Can you tell me, what happened?"

"Hurts."

"What hurts, Agnes?"

Chris watched as she seemed to contemplate his question. Slowly, she lifted her hand and placed it over her heart, then closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Capturing Chris

Well, I know you’ve been waiting on me to tease you all again for a while now. A funny thing happened.  Ok, its not really funny. It sort of made me cry. After my last conversation with the muse, I typed up about a thousand words.  This was going to be one steamy  lil something something.  And then it happened. My laptop had a complete meltdown. It was an epic combination of ghosts in the machine and user errors.  Things just malfunctioned. I highlighted the text on a note pad and instead of copying them , I cut them.  Then when I finally recovered them the system crashed. It took hours to get it restarted, and wouldn’t you know it those thousand words plus 15k of another storey WHERE GONE, (despite the fact that I’d been copying everything into an email , I had yet to hit SEND) .  I feel in to a funk. A complete depression.  No lie. I was already sick and this…was just the germ that laughed in the face of all modern medicine. I cried. I puked. I prayed. I begged and finally, I gave up and went to bed.

Since then I’ve made some epic decisions about where I’m going as a writer.  What I want to do in the future.   And today I’m feeling a lot better and a little more confident in my choices.  So I give you… Chris….well ok we all know I’m not giving you “CHRIS” but you know this completely random and unedited manifestation of MineMuse… or at least the beginning of it.

Catching Chris......

Agnes wiped the sweat from her brow as she tried desperately to think of something other than the heat.  For at least the fifteenth time in ten minutes, she cursed her own stupidity. How could she have left the lights on in her car when she'd parked it at the train station?  How could she have forgotten to charge her cell phone that morning during the entire 8 hours she'd been at work? Why hadn't she taken advantage or the "casual holiday" and worn trainers instead of these office appropriate pointed toe kitten heels that while beyond admirable in the air-conditioned space of her desk, were going to leave serious blisters from where her feet were sliding around in the twin patent leather swamps.

"In the trash.  As soon as I get home, these shoes are going in the trash"

Agnes would have wrinkled her nose at the thought of how horrible those shoes were going to smell, and what a shame that would be after the small fortune she'd spent on their red tipped leopard print cuteness, but she just happened to walk up on an entire tree laying across the side walk. 

In all honesty Agnes knew it wasn't a whole tree, but a significant portion of a tree.

Taking a moment Agnes weighed her options.  She was only two houses from home, climbing over the tree in her skinny jeans and kitten heels was obviously the quickest shortest route home, However after hiking three miles from the train in the sweltering heat and humidity, there was no way she was going to lift her "lush" (Agnes really was starting to like the word lush as descriptor for her more than generous curves) thighs over that tree.

That meant she had to go around.  If she headed toward the street she'd actually have to navigate past several houses with unruly dogs before crossing back over to her own house. No way in hell she was going to avoid kicking Mr.Pinkerston  or his damn mini pin if either of them bothered her today. She wasn't in the mood.

That left the final choice. go around the end of the large branch that still seemed to somehow be connected to the tree. That would put her in the position to need to step over the low decorative fence and then she'd have to circle the tree to the side gate hidden by the overgrown bushes delineating the property lines.  That Gate would lead her right into Chris' back yard.  

Chris.... Tall, pale, lean, handsome Chris.   Agnes' heart and breathing both speed up.  She hadn't seen Chris since well the last time she'd SEEN HIM.  Standing naked, bathed in moonlight in his back yard. 

He hadn’t been doing anything...well walking those beast he called dogs, but he'd been completely, gloriously naked.

And she'd been entranced. So much so that she had no clue how long she'd been staring down at him, categorizing every inch of his creamy skin and heavy sex.  Had no clue what alerted her to the fact that he was staring right back at her. A small half smile hitching the left side of his mouth.

Taking another deep breath Agnes squared her shoulders, decision made. A glance at her watch bolstered her confidence.  Chris would still be away for at least another hour, no danger of running into him or the dogs if she took the short cut through his back yard to hers.

No sooner than she stepped through the boxwood bushes to push open the tall gate did she regret her choice. Well she would have, if she hadn't been knocked out cold.

How about a new string of tastey bites to entertain you?

I need a distraction from my current W.I.P. 

“Deep Fried and Laid to the side” is coming along nicely and should be ready to head to first round betas by august first. I’ll be jumping right into the second story “texas Tried and true”   right after that.

But I needed a little …something to get me back in gear. I’m at a point where my stream of conscious Writing has lead to several paragraphs of “blah blah, yada yada, word, sentences, sex sex more sex sex more words… eat this  spit it out  measure dick”….you get the picture…I’m writing but not writing…

And I’m short a muse… the dark one…he is gone and I’m slightly sad, but it wasn't meant to be.  I’m not too sure how I feel about it. I’m kind of in a state of “meh” over it.

So I've brewed a cup of coffee in my orange paisley patterned cup and I've got my feet up, admiring my scarlet pumps, when the smell of green grass and ocean and man wafts over me.   I close my eyes and try not to show my pleasure at his arrival…nor my annoyance. Can’t a girl procrastinate!

“If you wanted to procrastinate then you should have kept the dark trickster around.”

*I lean my head to the side to peek around the monitor of my laptop at MineMuse as he lounges against the doorway, arms crossed over broad chest*

“Actually, you’re correct, but I wonder, if between you Alapha and Knox there wasn't a little persuasion for him to “take a hike”.

*He doesn't confirm or deny this vocally, but the smirk on his face tells me everything I need to know*

“What are you doing with those shoes on?”

*Chris pushes away from the door and saunters…yes, saunters is how I’d describe it, into my office to stand at the edge of my desk. Something flashes in those icy blue eyes. Something warm and ….wicked. Something a little dark and a lot delicious.*

“Getting in the mood.  I need to feel …sexy in order to write.”

*One pale eyebrow lifts over the dark frame of his glasses. The light catches there and if I squint I think I see the slightest hint of ginger in those nearly invisible blonde hairs. For a moment his eyes widen and then he squints back at me and I wonder aloud..*

“ What are you about, Enforcer?”

*Eyes that were lidded open suddenly and a hint of a smile dances. A flash of that dimple and I’m screwed.*

“Not yet you aren't, but you will be”

*His voice is thick with warning. The words are heady. The smell of tobacco and chocolate ….rich rich dark chocolate envelopes me as his strong hands grasp my ankles. For a moment he studies the sparkles on the heel of my pumps before using my legs to steer my chair back from the desk. The lights have dimmed now and all I can focus on is the brief glimpse of his tattoo peeking from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. Gently he lets my his hand travel up my calf then back down to my ankles. The vice like grip is fire hot and oddly—soothing. Chris removes my pumps and with measured movements places them against the wall.*

“I am not sure how wearing those things help you to write. As pretty as they are and as great as they look on you, I can’t imagine that they are comfortable. Or maybe that’s what you’re looking for.  A bit of pain… a little torture.”

*I have no intention of validating his assessment. I bite my tongue and close my eyes to keep from saying anything. He takes my silence has his answer.*

“That’s O.K., Little Switch. I know what it is you want… need.  We can play, if you want. You do want to play, don’t you?”

*I can’t tell if it’s because he is asking me or if it’s the feel of him standing behind me, strong hands now kneading at those ever present knots in my shoulders, that does me in, but I moan and let my head dip forward.  Briefly his lips touch my neck. Warm and moist, the feeling burns through me and sets fire to my spine. Electrifying the chain of my necklace so that it burns hot against my skin.*

“If I say something smart, are you going to stop?”

*I nearly whisper. Afraid that he will stop regardless. The man’s hands are magic. I’d pay and have paid handsomely to have my tense muscles “tortured” this way. To have the tension released and to feel that sexy, euphoric rush of being boneless and sedated.*

“ Do you want me to stop, Little Switch?”

*His voice is both sand paper and honey on my nerves. But those hands….oh those hands are doing wonders. Petting in slow languid strokes and then pressing deeply just there….mmmm right there where …ahhhh yup right there.*

*His chuckle behind me is everything.  And I do mean everything.  I want to hide my face, so that the flame of my blush doesn't show. Do I want him to stop?  Is he insane?*

“No, don’t stop. Just...don't stop.”

“Then spin me a tale, Little Switch. And make it...”

*His voice drops of and the graze of his tongue against my neck as he licks there causes me to sit up quickly, my eyes wide. My breath is caught in my throat and my heart beat is in limbo as if someone just hit pause. The nip of his teeth at my ear lobe sends me crashing into fast forward. My heart slams against my chest and I melt….honest to goodness melt into a puddle of  ME right here in my chair. Nothing left but a startled, if satisfied grin. I don’t know where the strength to talk comes from and truthfully I have to try several times to find my voice. When I speak, it sounds like wind being forced from my lungs. All air and lust.*

“Make it what?” 

*I open my eyes and watch as he struts all fair skin and naked…wait naked…when did wow, would you look at that ass…those thighs.  Clearly, I've spoken allowed because he pauses in the door way and flexing the muscles in his back. Head held high, he does not look over his shoulder and I almost have to strain to hear him.*

"Something hot"

*He closes the door without ever looking back. I'm convinced that if I stare at it,  I'll develop x-ray vision and  see him padding softly down the hall, the sinewy muscles stretching and contracting.  My breath leaves me on a long, lusty sigh. I'm not sure how much hotter it can get. But the smile on my face tells me I'm about to find out.* 

ANNNNND that’s where I AM.  Trying to remember to make it hot.  I've got my pen and note pad ready to go and Over the next few blog posts you’ll find a short lil diddy Based on the newest muse, Chris.  Much like “landing Knox” this story will be…whatever flows …a break away from my pressing deadlines.

I haven’t thought of a title for it yet… but there are lots of clues above about what will be involved.  I’m not sure who “she” is at the moment, but she is one lucky Woman to have a “chris” at her disposal.

Tea for Three or... Drea got New Muses.

Sitting at my desk while I wait for the piercing scream of the kettle to remind me that I having tea instead of coffee, I am tapping my toes in time to the soothing, yet panic inducing sound of the clock on my wall.  It was broken when I got it so while it ticks and the hands move round its hound’s-tooth face, it doesn’t tell the time. In sharpie marker boldly scribbled “TIME TO WRITE.”

My office is not far from the kitchen and in this, the last few moments of the witching hours, my ears are trained to the bubbling, boiling sound of the water… angrily dancing in the bright green kettle. 

Because of the time difference between here and there, the new muses are well into their day.  Its nearly lunch time for them and I’m sure they are more than ready for me to just get on with it. A brief check in and I realize that I’m lucky that Alpha and Muse haven’t yet cornered these two and set them to the task of “babysitting me”.  I am still free to procrastinate, as I am want to do.  I distract them by starting a conversation then leaving them to their own devices.

Proud of my trickery, I head to the kitchen just in time to lift the kettle before it wakes the dogs. The smell of mint and spices as the water washes over the loose leaf tea in my cup brings a smile to my face.  Slowly, because really what the rush, I pad back to my office. Head down, concentrating on the steam rising from my travel mug I run smack dab into a wall  of… muse.

One dark and one light, both verra, verra much male and verra much Irish, they don’t seem to be impressed by my tactics.

“SHIT!” I exclaim as the hot liquid splashes over the rim of my cup and on to my hand before landing on my toes.

“what the f…”

The gingery blonde arches a brow as if daring me to let the swear word slide past my lips.

The dark one laughs and reaches out a hand to steady me.

“good morning, lass” he chuckles, taking the cup from my hands and sauntering off “ I’ll just top this off and get a rag to clean that up.  Have a seat” he says “ we’ve something to discuss.”

Petulantly I pout.  I can see where this is going. The dark one… whom I thought I’d chosen for his lackadaisical, carefree ways, is abandoning me.  I’m not quite ready to face the shorter blonde one. I mean I haven’t had my tea, or a “biscuit” and really. Does he have to look that imposing?

Chris, as he is called, doesn’t say a word, merely grabs my hand to check for damage and leads me to my seat.

The smell of the countryside and something, male, makes me swallow deeply and hold my breath.  He makes a tsking sound and shouts for Lee, the dark one but he to bring some ice.

I’d protest, but something tells me its best if I keep my trap shut.

“Got an interesting email this morning, aingeal”  Chris speaks calmly, lulling me, pulling me back in my chair as he massages the tense muscles in my neck.

“Oh, from whom?”  I ask breathily, trying to keep myself from voicing just how great those hands feel working away the tension that’s been sitting between my shoulders for weeks.

“From who else, One and Two.  Gave us the whole run down, they did.” Lee has returned with my tea and a cool rag to clean my skin. His voice is slightly lighter than Chris’ but the words spilling over his full lips aren’t what I wanted to hear.

“Dammit,” I mutter. Immediately, two low growls cause the hair on my neck to stand at attention.

“Ok boys, let’s get something straight. I’m the boss and I like to cuss, curse, and ohhh ohhh ummm…” I lose my train of thought as Chris finds a particularly stubborn knot, right at the moment that Lee gently lifts my foot and cleans away the sticky sweet tea that has dried to a syrupy mess.

“You were saying” Lee ask, with a smirk to beat Puck’s own.

“I  ... I ... was saying… umm” Fuck, what was I saying.

Chris answers for me.  “She was saying how today she is going to be a good girl and write. So that we don’t have to report to one and two that she has been anything less than an angel of the purest goodness and light.”  His breath moistens my earlobe and the scent of him surrounds me.

“That’s what I thought she said me self.”  Lee glances up at me briefly, and then his dark green eyes meet ice blue ones over my shoulder.

“Well shit.” I mutter.  I think I’ve been had. And I don’t mind at all.

Please welcome the two newest resident muses… Chris Richards and Lee Kingston. Both hail from Ireland ( home of my heart) and both… are sure to make you smile.

They’ll be hanging out in The Chatting With Drea Riley fb group as well as putting in appearances on The Drea and Milana Show.  I couldn’t be more pleased.  *winks saucily*

Landing Knox cont 9

Happy Birthday KNOX

Ladies ( because let’s face it, it really is the ladies following this blog) today is the Muse’s birthday.  So this update is special.

And another note, Thank you all for your love and support. I know you’re falling over yourselves for Knox and Kierna to have a longer story that isn’t just about the sex… when I started this project I had one goal: write a blazing hot sex scene. Something to get me back in the groove of writing.  I’ve accomplished that.  And I am super excited to find that you all are more than just sex fiends.  I’ve long said that part of what stopped me from writing a few years ago was the seemingly ever increasing demand for just sex.  Erotic romance (particularly Ir/mc) was becoming synonymous with Erotica and from There  borderline pornography. Nothing wrong with either of those, but my heart just wasn’t into writing only about sex.  I love that there is a story behind all of my characters. Its not just turning a one night stand into a HEA. Romance begins long before and lives long after the big o. Thank you for believing that there was more to knox and Kierna.  I Don’t really know their whole story. Being character driven as I am, they haven’t whispered it to me yet. But when they do I’ll be recording it just for you guys.

Thanks for hanging on through the delays. I hope you’ll stick around for whatever hits the page, be in Knox and Kierna or someone new.  and as always, please forgive the lack of editing, Landing knox is presented completely as it flew off my fingers.

Knox stretched his sleep tense body and yawned. Another time he would have panicked at the missing warmth he met when he rolled over , but he remembered the soft kiss Kierna had pressed to his brow as the first soft rays of morning sun began to filter through the windows.

Normally, the day after st pats day was a rush of shenanigans for him, being that it was his birthday and all, but today he had no plans.

Up until he’d come home and found a trail of clothing leading him to heaven, he’d been dreading turning 31.  Nothing particular had been wrong in life. He’d good friends, a successful business and his pick of bed partners. Funny thing was none of that mattered. He’d been longing for more than just a revolving door of parties and panties.

Hell, before last night it had been a series of months with him avoiding parties And Panties alike.

He only wanted to spend time with ONE woman and she seemingly had locked him into the friend zone.

But now he had hope. He had more than hope he had Kierna.

Listening as she puttered around their loft he reflected on their love making. Was he assuming too much?  Did one wild night of sex mean that his unrequited longing was over? Were they going to make the epic love story leap from a one night stand to forever , roll credits, throw popcorn at the screen?

Knox was a logical man. He knew there’d be more work to it than that. But now that he’d tasted heaven…he’d move earth to hold on to it.

RolLing from the bed, he padded softly to the shower and quickly washed his body. He had to keep the water cold, least he be drawn into the memory of every decadent moment. He might, he thought with a sly grin and a chuckle, even need to change his brand of soap. It reminded him too much of Kierna now, and the way the suds had clung to her body touching her skin and making him jealous.

With a strangled groan he stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel low over his hips so that he could brush his teeth and shave.

Kierna waited, perched on counter, as she listened to knox moving around his bedroom. She’d left him nearly an hour before in serch of something to quell the rumbling in her stomach. A hand full of stale chips and two bites of a cold cheeseburger before leaving work had NOT been the kind of fortification she’d needed to fuel her for the night she’d spent being ravished by her man.

A smile played at her lips with that thought. Her man. It might be a little cocky to assume such a notion but there had been too much building between them to assume that last night wasn’t going to lead to something more.

Kierna was confident that they’d work out the details. She was just as confident that the details were going to lead to a  happy forever after.

But they’d get there later. Right now she just wished he’d hurry the fuck up. Because sitting on this counter naked behind his guitar when she could be wrapped around his body was driving her to distraction.

As  Surpise birthday breakfasts went, this one was epic. She Checked the plate piled high with bacon surrounding An over sized chocolate  cupcake and for the hundredth time had to fight the urge to lick the decadent frosting and sprinkles right off.

She was about to give up and shimmy back into the button down shirt she’d stolen from his closet months ago and go in search of knox when she heard the door open and his soft foot falls padding through the living room.

Concentrating intently, she lightly strummed the Gibson and sang the wacky version of the birthday song they used in the bar.

Her hands trembled a bit and her heart fluttered when she looked up and saw him leaning against the metal pillar, wearing only a pair of low riding athletic shorts.

With his arms crossed over his chest and his hair still damp, he made her mouth go dry then water.

“ this has got to be the best birthday ever”

“yeah?” she swallowed “ you haven’t even opened your gifts yet.”

She forced the words from her parched throat as she watched the dimples form in his cheeks and his eye brow rise into his hair line.

“open my gifts…doesn’t look like you even wrapped them from where I’m standing.”

His voice was low and full of laughter.

Tossing her curls over her shoulder while trying to stay hidden behind his guitar Kierna shrugged.

“I wrapped some of them but I ran out of paper.”

Nodding her head to the counter beside her, she pointed at  the plate of bacon.

 “I Couldn’t find a lighter or I’d have stuck a candle in there so you could make a wish.”

“ Who needs candles when my greatest fantasy is sitting right there”

He was so sweet…and she was about to tell him so when he continued,

“how did you know I always wanted chocolate cupcakes and bacon for my birthday breakfast”.

Before she could swing his beloved guitar at him, Knox pushed off the pillar and strode across the room and removed it from her hand.

“now, now pretty Girl. Don’t be trying to break my other woman’s neck. There is more than enough of me for both of you” Knox pried gently pried Kierna’s fingers away from the neck of the instrument before setting it to the side.

Knox unfolded her legs from their pretzel position and tugged so that she scooted to the edge of the counter, before guiding her legs around his waist.

Only the slightest bit of air separated her warm core from the ridges of his taunt abs, her nipples, hardening in excitement grazed his own nipple rings with each breath.

For a heart beat she stared into his brown eyes, watched as he watched her lips. And then she leaned in. Kierna latched on to that plump bottom lip and suckled. She felt the rumble of his groan vibrate through his body and into hers. 

There was no rushing, there were only slow languid kisses and long caresses and deep hugs.

After some time Kierna pulled away from knox’s lips and rested her head in the hollow of his neck. Her breathing was deep and a feeling of “rightness” settled into her spirit.

Knox leaned back and tipped kierna’s face up to meet his. For a moment he took her in…absorbed the curve of her cheek bones dotted with near invisible freckles.  The way her lashes grouped together in little points over those ocean deep eyes.

He kissed the tip of her nose, and then her forehead before tucking her face back into his neck and wrapping her deeply in his arms.

 When she shivered a bit he reached behind her and grabbed what suspiciously looked like one of several missing dress shirts from his closet. With the patience of a man in love and secure in that love he pulled away and dressed her. Buttoning the shirt from bottom to the second from top button and then carefully rolling and cuffing the sleeves so that her hands would be free.

Satisfied that she was covered and he wouldn’t be tempted by her exposed flesh knox tightened his hug briefly then stepped away.

 “so its my birthday and I think I should get to plan everything we do today.”

Kierna tipped her head in askance.

“ you wouldn’t deny and aging man some fun on his birthday would you?”

She cocked her head to the other side and waited for him to go on .

Knox walked to the refigerater and pulled out  a jug of milk.

“ I’m I want to eat all that bacon, then some more bacon and that cup cake. Then I want to watch Archer and American dad.  Then I want to have sex..perferably with you but alone if you want to watch, then I want to eat thai food, then eat you and then I want more cupcakes.”

Kierna’s jaw hit the floor as she listened to knox prattle on about his “birthday plans” while eyeing the way those shorts clung to his hip and butt as he dug around in the pantry for a box of cereal.

“that’s it.  That’s what you want to do for your birthday.”

She asked incredulously.

“that’s what I want to do for every day for the rest of my life.  You, Bacon, archer, Thai food.”

Knox spun on to face her . The look in his brown eyes pinning her to the spot. She watched has he worked his strong jaw and seemed to be fighting to hold himself still for her scrutiny.

“ sounds like the best plan I’ve ever heard.  Except for archer… Make it he-man or thundercats and you’ve got a deal.”

“archer first then thundercats” he countered.

“two episodes of archer, a Simpsons marathon. Thundercats AND heman on Saturday mornings and  you have to share the bacon and cupcakes.” Kierna returned as she hopped off the counter and made her way to stand infront of him.

“Thai food every night.” Knox bartered holding the box of cereal above her head.

“ you eat that shit so hot I can’t even breath when its in the room Knox” Kierna complained “ Once every two Weeks.”

“no spinach” knox countered again.

“there is nothing wrong with spinach”

“there is nothing wrong with spicey thai food”

Kierna squinted her eyes and stopped jumping around his dancing body, giving up reaching the box of frosted cereal he was holding hostage.

On a huff she spun and walked away, opening the buttons on her stolen shirt as she went stopping only briefly to grab the plate of bacon from the counter.  Turning to face him as she walked backwards to the living room she stated…

“ A man can’t live on spicey thai food alone knox.”  She dipped a finger in to the chocolate icing and then brought it to her mouth and slowly licked it clean.

 Knox growled in the back of his throat and Kierna laughed before snagging a piece of bacon and munching on it. She turned and walked toward his bedroom a smile playing on her lips as she heard the distinct sound of both the box of cereal and the jug of milk hitting the floor and knox’s footsteps following her.

Landing Knox. cont 8.5

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