When I walked out of his office after the hottest sex of my life, I thought I'd left Max Douglas behind me forever--along with my favorite argyle socks and my self-respect. The last thing I need is the too-serious, too-sexy former Marine living across the hall from me while he acts as a bodyguard for one of my students. Especially since he fired me from my job tutoring his brother--
I shouldn't want him. I should despise him after the way he treated me. But he's exactly my type: older, experienced, in control--and it's obvious the lust is still mutual. While I may not be able to keep our relationship strictly professional, I'm determined to keep it purely physical. But when the stalker threats escalate, it looks like Max is going to be sticking around the school for a while--and the more I get to know him, the more I'm in danger of losing my heart.
This novella previously published as Cover Me, revised by yours truly.
Check it out at Carina Press
“If that kid’s life, or yours, or anyone else’s were in jeopardy, I’d do what was required.” Max’s twitch returned.
“But you’ll tell me if things escalate.”
“I will. Just let me do my job.”
“Of course I will. Jesus, Max. Show a little faith.” I strode toward the door, my goal to throw his ass out. That fast bastard grabbed my arm as I passed, stopping me cold. I tried to jerk free. “Hey.”
He reeled me into his chest, gripping both my wrists in one large hand and I huffed in shock. “Let me go.”
“I don’t think so.” His chest brushed mine and I drew back in alarm, bumping into the bookshelf. I tried to free myself, but damn he was strong, and struggling made his touch exhilarating.
Oh, no. No. No.
“What the fuck, Max?” I needed to keep my tone firm, but I was breathless and he heard it. His pupils dilated. His thumb stroked my wrist. “Quit manhandling me.”
“You are such a…distraction. I’m here to get something done. But, ever since you walked into my office and shut that door, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“What? You don’t even like me.”
“Not like you? I fired you because I liked you too much.” Max’s gaze slid hotly to my mouth. “I shouldn’t do this. I should not be attracted to you, especially here, but I can’t stop wanting you. And you feel exactly the same way.”
“In your dreams.”
“Definitely in my dreams. Nightly.” He hovered near enough that his breath touched my lips.
An unexpected dimple creased his cheek and then, exactly like the first time in his office, Max licked the corner of my mouth and desire lit me from inside. Heat lapped along my spine and blossomed in my bloodstream. Then that son of a bitch pulled out the big guns and floored me with a boyish smile that was all charm and mischief. “You’re blushing, Michael.”
He released his grip on my wrists and cupped my jaw and I just couldn’t help myself. RoboCop had officially left the building and in his place, an affectionate Max Douglas turned me into a gullible fool. I caved completely, forgetting every slight and stiff word between us, every moment of pain and exposure, and instead I rubbed my evening stubble into the warm flesh of his palm.
College sophomore Alexander Strauss has one rule: no messing around with straight guys. Especially not his mouthwatering roommate, Shannon. When their ride share drives off the side of a mountain, the two young men find themselves deep in an uninhabited forest searching for their missing friend. Wandering the famously cursed grounds of Dudleytown, Alex figures something truly unholy must be at play, because only insanity could tempt him to break his cardinal rule.
A tiny taste of Dudleytown
The flashlight blinked out, and I choked. “Knock it off, Shannon. You’re not funny.”
“Are you kidding me?” Shannon banged the flashlight against his hand. The light sputtered and then failed altogether. My hands went from adrenaline-numb to ice cold as Shannon fumed beside me. “Can you believe this shit?”
“Yes. I can believe anything right now. I can believe in the tooth fairy at this point. I even believe that you packed extra batteries.” My voice cracked as night swallowed the air.
“These are my extra batteries.”
My shoulder ached as if the temperature dropped another five degrees. I slid my backpack off, found my nuts, and glared at the spot where Shannon should be. I willed the flashlight to work. Work. Work. When that failed, I let my eyes adjust to the gloom. “You’re always so prepared — ”
His heavy hand landed on my sore shoulder. “Ow.”
“Shhh. Be still. Do you hear that?” Shannon yanked me against his chest. I was too surprised to do anything but dangle there until he led me into the thicket by the hand. He pulled me behind him close enough that my groin snuggled his ass with every step.
Except for the backpacks knocking me in the face and the blood on my hands...in any other circumstance, this would have been a dream come true.
Oh, fuck it. This was a dream come true. We were reenacting a moment straight from one of my favorite porno flick Boys & Bears.
Yes. This was absolutely the worst time to think about sex, but his calloused fingers gripped my wrist and he dragged me into the underbrush and holy shit, his firm ass wiggled against my firming crotch. I got hard — I wasn’t proud of it. My dick stiffened like a good not-so-little soldier as his hips kissed my groin, and once we stopped, his lips brushed my ear. “Shhh.”
Torture. Absolute fucking torture.
I closed my eyes and stifled a moan. In that movie, the big guy, Duke, had fucked his little camping buddy against a sturdy tree trunk while owls hooted and coyotes howled in the distance. Naturally, they’d remembered to bring lube and condoms, and through good lighting and amazing balance they’d shucked their clothes (except somehow they’d left their boots on) and screwed as furiously as animals against the rough bark of a towering oak. Or maple. And no one had gotten a splinter in the ass.
Even so, I had tweezers…
But that wasn’t on the program for this evening — so I got a grip.
We had a minor skirmish over who was shielding who. We could have alerted the mayor two towns north of here with the ruckus we made getting ourselves hidden behind our own sturdy tree trunk, until Shannon finally wriggled behind me, and his crotch ground into my ass. He clapped onto my biceps with his strong hands. “Stay put, Allie.”
How could he be oblivious to the sexual nature of our position? I mean, really? He was on top of me, holding me, and speaking in that rumbly voice. The way he said my name...Allie...it was like sex talk. It was all I could do not to slide my hands around his hips and drag him against me.
Our bags lay in the dirt, and I focused on staying alert and useful instead of being mind-blowingly turned on. The minutes slogged by, but the night sounds were a great distraction. Chirps, ticks, snaps, and crackles. Wild animals. Wings. The wind blew endlessly through the treetops, and pinecones landed in the dirt like shrapnel. Shannon’s breath waxed and waned, fluttering into my hair. My heart beat...heartily...and his chest pressed the full length of my back.
Frankly, he was a little closer than he needed to be.
There was movement to our left — down along the Furnace Brook trail. Someone was climbing that hill. I could feel a presence way before the sound of moving feet reached my ears. Shannon whispered into my neck, and his lips touched my skin. “Don’t move.”
As if I would ever.Pick up a copy of Dudleytown!