This week is a temporary good-bye to Vinnie and Ethan, but hopefully you'll be able to see them in their entirety after I sub them to a publisher, so keep your fingers crossed! There is no Moving Forward this week, but Marshall and Lee will be back next and for a long time to come after that, until their second book is done. I still plan to offer the first book as a free read, just haven't had a chance to get it ready yet.
Appropriately enough, in this week's episode, Vinnie and Ethan are making love. 'Nuff said! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers have been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
We began to move together in the rhythm of our familiar
dance. Every nerve ending I possessed thrummed with pleasure. I was never so
complete as when Ethan and I were joined, I never felt as whole. It wasn’t like
I was incomplete without him, or considered myself less of a person, but when
we were together, we were one.
I reached for my aching cock and began to stroke it, the
need to come so strong I could taste it. He gently wrapped his hand around mine
and pumped along with me, mirroring his powerful thrusts inside me.
When his movements became shorter and harder, I knew he was
close, just as I knew I was almost there myself. He tightened our combined grip
about my slick shaft. I responded with a moan. My balls drew back against my
body, tightening almost unbearably. I had to release, had to do it right damn
now.
I came long and hard, my cock spasming as I covered our
hands with cum. My entire body was alive with the orgasm that shook me as I
screamed Ethan’s name. He continued to
pound inside me. I wanted him to come, needed to be filled by him. I tightened
my muscles around his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. He covered my mouth
with his own, our lips melding together as I felt the warmth of his release
inside me.
Afterward, Ethan leaned his forehead against mine as he
caught his breath. I never got tired of looking into his eyes. Soulgazing, he
liked to call it. He claimed he could see how beautiful my soul was. Ethan is
just chock full of Southern charm, isn’t he? No wonder I’m crazy mad in love
with him, and have been ever since we first met.
Well, mostly.
“Is this your idea of resting, Detective Delarosa?” He
quirked his lips into a sexy smile which belied his words.
“I didn’t exactly hear you say no, Detective Thorne,” I
countered, placing a small kiss at the corner of his mouth.
“I should make you do without for a week to teach you to
take care of yourself…”
“But then you’d have to do without this beautiful bod for
that same week, and I don’t think you can do that.”
“I guess this is what’s known as a Mexican standoff, isn’t
it?”
“Looks that way.”
He kissed me softly, then rolled onto his back so I could
lay my head against his chest, my favorite post-coital position. I could feel
the comforting rise and fall of his heart beating against my ear. I knew we had
to get up soon so we could get cleaned up and go to sleep, but I didn’t want to
move. I just wanted to bask in our afterglow as long as possible and treasure
this moment with Ethan.
“Do you think we might get lucky?” I asked sleepily.
“What do you mean, Vin?” He was playing with my long dark
hair, winding it around his finger, curling it. With hair this long, who needed
a wig? I think that’s one reason why I ended up wearing a dress more often than
not on mugger stakeouts.
“I was just thinking maybe we won’t get another assignment
right away. Maybe we can stay here and relax another couple of days before we
move on. See a little more of Roanoke, you know?”
“That would be wonderful, wouldn’t it?” he agreed. “We can
catch up on our laundry, too. And you can rest your pretty legs.”
I gave him a knowing leer. “I wouldn’t be too sure about
that.” I had definite ideas on how I wanted to spend any downtime we got. And
that didn’t include sitting inside some Laundromat, watching the spin cycle go
round and round. As for my legs, all I wanted to do with them was to wind them
around Ethan’s neck while he fucked me into the mattress.
It’s good to have dreams.
“We’ll see about that.” But I knew better. He had the same
damn ideas I did, and I knew it.
I kept reminding myself we needed to get up, but my limbs
refused to obey. It didn’t help that Ethan had started to rock back and forth,
something he liked to do. He said he started doing it as a child, and I can’t
say I exactly objected, once I got used to it. The motion was both soothing and
comforting… and it was also something we definitely kept to ourselves. I wasn’t
about to admit that I liked to be rocked to sleep. I knew we’d never hear the
end of it, especially me.
I was spiraling into slumber, drowsy and content and
boneless, when a strange sound brought me wide awake and alert. What was that? It almost sounded like
something scratching at the door. What the hell?
“Ethan, you hear that?” I cautiously raised my head from his
chest.
“Hear what, Vin?”
“Wait for it.” Sure enough a moment later, I heard the
scratching again, this time followed by a whimper. And suddenly I knew.
“Oh damn. It’s just the dog.” I flopped back on the bed with
a sigh. What had I been thinking? Dogs were like kids. You put something in,
you got something out. But with animals, you had to deal with it by taking them
out to do their business, instead of putting a diaper on them. Diapers would
have been easier.
My idea, my problem to deal with. I began to rise, albeit
stiffly, but Ethan drew me back down.
“I’ll take Benny out, you go back to sleep.”
“I can do it,” I half-heartedly objected. “I got us into
this, I can—”
“I don’t mind, I’ll just take him out to the parking lot. Be
right back.”
I think I was still arguing with him when I fell back
asleep. The last words I remember were, “Don’t call him Benny.”
I don’t think he was listening.
I hope you're enjoyed reading about Vinnie and Ethan... and Benny! I'll keep you posted on their progress from flash to novel! In the meantime, go visit the other Briefers, and see what's up with them!
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