Novels by Benzer

I felt her hands on my shoulders, and assumed she was trying to push me down to lie on the floor. But to my surprise, her face pulled away from mine, and she pushed herself up, using me as leverage. She was standing over me now, flush and smiling. "Was that your idea?" I asked dazedly. "No, silly!" and she playfully mussed my hair with her hand. "Oh." 'Cause it was a good one... She was over at her closet now, and I had turned my body on the floor to watch her. She looked back and made a mocking display of shock. "You can't peek! It's a surprise!" My lips curled in an involuntary smirk. "What is?" "I'm gonna pick out an outfit to wear for you! But you um- you can't watch me change!" "I can't?" She bit her lip. "Umm... It's bad enough that my teacher is here and I'm in my PJs... I'm so embarrassed," she rolled her eyes playfully. "Now scoot back to the bed and close your eyes!" I made my way to the bed and sat down, still facing her. She tapped her foot and folded her

I let my hands pull up her legs, and was filled with annoyance that her pajamas were still on. I saw myself pulling the fabric up her skin, but I resisted. Still, I couldn't help closing my grip around her anyway, my thumbs rubbing up and down affectionately. And then she started to dig under the waist of my shorts. My heart leapt in my chest as she made her way into that forbidden area, probing to the edge of my pubic hair. "Autumn..." I managed weakly, but my hips pushed up to try and give her better access anyway. I gasped as her lips pressed against my neck. It was a brief kiss, but then followed by another. She opened her mouth this time and I felt her hot breath caress me. She drew the kiss closed and then another, this time pressing her tongue across my skin. It sent a shiver through my entire body. Suddenly my biggest concern was that I was facing the wrong fucking way. The comfort of her reach was impeded by my shorts, and she nuzzled her fingers into my pubic bone. I gr

As if reading my mind, her slender hands drove up my skin, through the openings of my shorts. My muscles tightened and I immediately threw my hands onto my lap, grabbing onto hers through the fabric. I stopped her, but she dug her fingers into my skin anyway. "Hey!" she pouted. Be in control. "Don't push it..." "What do you mean?" "Don't play games," I warned softly. Don't piss her off. "What games? I'm just massaging you!" "Not there." She scooted in closer to me, nudging her body between my legs. Her eyes pleaded up at me, "I thought it felt good..." "Autumn." I tried to sound authoritative, but this was fucking ridiculous. I'm sitting in a chair in her fucking room. It's ludicrous. "I'm sorry, I just..." She was doing that pout again. Half sultry, half sad. "...I mean, before, you liked it when I..." I had loosened my grip on her, and she started to slide further up my legs. I grabbed her again. "Am I doing it wrong?" her eyes bored into mine. Oh fuck you. You f

For a split second, as we stood there facing each other, I imagined her on her knees—making it up to me. Absolutely not. That is insane. "Let's just, uh- sit down." I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her backward, toward her bed. She reached the edge and plopped down to sit. I looked behind me and grabbed a chair that was in the corner of the room. It had a couple stuffed animals on it, and I wordlessly put them on the floor. "Aw, you won't even sit next to me?" I turned around as I sat into the chair. It was small and wooden, and I suddenly had the feeling that it was more decorative than utilitarian. "This is fine," I mumbled. So we were seated, looking across at each other, an awkward lull filling the room. She put her hands in her lap and scrunched up her mouth. "You don't look very comfortable." "I'm fine." "What?" she tilted her ear to me. "I said I'm fine," repeating louder. Another silence. "You know," she got up from the bed, "We should probab

What do you mean someone's home!?" I cursed. A stupid question, I know. "I... I don't know. They're home early..." she stammered. Her previous confidence and light-heartedness vanished like it was never there. I pulled myself up from lying down and she grabbed a sheet to pull it up over her breasts. "Who?" I already knew the answer. But I had to try. Maybe she had siblings. Or an elderly, blind grandparent. Or a fucking dog who had a garage door opener. Anything but— "My parents." I stared into her eyes and she stared back. I couldn't tell you what she saw in mine. There should've been anger, fear, something... But as I looked on, my vision just sort of went out of focus. That's it then. I'm dead. I could almost see the flashing blue and red of a police car. Hear my name on the news. The latest scandal. "Okay. Okay," she muttered, sliding out of the bed and grabbing some clothes out of a drawer. "You just gotta... be quiet." I shook my head and refocused my blurry sight on

Not wanting to lose myself that way if I could help it, I managed to push her off of me and roll her onto her back. She kept her hands clutched on the back of my head and neck, continuing to run her tongue all over my mouth and lips until I finally managed to pull myself up and separate from her. Her head slumped back into the pillow and she gasped for air. "Oh my god… that good… fuck… with just your hand… Jesus!…" she huffed between panting breaths. My eyes roamed her body as she relaxed a little bit, her legs still scissoring back and forth as her thighs slowly rubbed together. She took another deep breath and let it out slowly, shaking. "Mmmm- I love it!" she cooed to herself. "Oh good," I almost chuckled. She tilted her head to look at me and started biting her lip again. "You're, like… so patient!" Then she pulled her knees up to her chest and looped her thumbs into her shorts. I could tell how wet she had made them while she was in this position, but she quickly pushed the

Cedar took one look at Ashleigh's state of undress and shook her head with a fond smile crossing her face. She braced for the other woman's exuberant hug and returned it with as much feeling. "I see you're still shifting without undressing first," she remarked dryly. Ashleigh laughed, a rueful expression on her face as she stepped back. "Nors annoyed me and I let my wolf have control," she answered dismissively as if it were a normal occurrence. "It's been so long since I've seen you, Cedar. Where have you been? You weren't at the compound the last couple of times I was there." "I've missed you too," Cedar laughed softly, touching her cheek gently, her eyes quickly taking in how much better Ashleigh appeared to be, how much more at ease with life she was. The relief she felt was overwhelming. The entire pack had been so worried about her. It was hard not to feel over protective of Ashleigh after all she had been through and Cedar had a particular soft spot for the younger woman.

Cedar's sweet moans called to Alexei, making his cock throb painfully hard in his jeans as he used his fingers to pleasure his wolf. The soft walls of her tight tunnel clamped hard around his digits as he stroked them firmly searching for and finding her sweet spot. He carefully lengthened a talon just a little, ensuring it wouldn't hurt her. He stroked against her sweet spot and her next hoarse cry filled the car loudly. Her thighs trembled hard as he stroked her again with his next hard thrust into her wet hole, her juices flooded his hand as he pumped relentlessly into her. Her breath was harsh and ragged, her hips flexing hard against him. It vaguely crossed his mind that he had been plotting to tease her until she begged for her release but she looked so sexy, so delicious as she rode his fingers hard that all thoughts left his head apart from wanting to watch her come apart for him. He increased the speed of his fingers, stroked harder against her sweet spot as he brought hi

He was at her side in an instant, picking her up and crushing her tightly against him. "I won't, Ash," he groaned stroking her hair gently. "I was trying to do the right thing but I find I'm too selfish to follow it through. You would be better with the pack, possibly safer even, but I don't want to come home and find the house empty of you. I'd miss you too much if you left." He brushed his lips gently over her hair, giving in to the need to do so, to try and comfort her. "I'm sorry I hurt you, little wolf. I swear I won't do so again. Please forgive me." Ashleigh buried her head in his chest, her wolf settling down now their mate was no longer rejecting them. Nors sounded very sad, very sincere in his apology. He had always looked after her, always been there for her. She had to believe that he meant what he said. She didn't want to be apart from him ever. "Can we go home now, Nors?" she mumbled into his chest, echoing the question he had asked not so long ago. Nors let out

Move now," he ordered quietly pointing in the direction they had come, trying to get her to at least start back towards the car so they could talk about what had happened. She had shifted wearing her clothes so he wanted her safely ensconced in the car before she took her human form again. Ashleigh snarled again, a low deep rumble coming from her throat. She had no intention of going anywhere with him. She didn't even know why he wanted her to. She was almost on pack lands. He wanted her to be gone. So why the hell was he stopping her? He should be glad she was returning to the pack as he wanted. He had hurt her! He was the one person she trusted never to do so and he had told her he wanted her to leave. Well he was getting what he wanted. Just because he'd suddenly decided that he'd changed his mind didn't mean that she had. He wanted her gone so she was gone. She wasn't returning with him, she was going home to the pack. Nors could see the fury in his wolf's eyes as well as th

Nors groaned closing his eyes and taking a few more deep breaths as he tried to calm down. He couldn't believe she thought she'd done something wrong, that she was worrying so much about it she couldn't sleep. He felt like a complete bastard and didn't know how to make this right for her. His heart told him one thing and his head told him something completely different. "Ashleigh, you haven't done anything wrong," he finally said as gently as he could. "I'm sorry I've made you feel that way. I definitely didn't intend to. It's just you're so much better now, almost ready to return to the pack. I thought it would be easier for you to return if you didn't feel some kind of obligation to me." It wasn't a total lie, there was some truth in his words, enough that he didn't feel uncomfortable saying them. She swallowed hard, releasing her own seatbelt and getting out of the car. Nors wanted her to leave so he was distancing himself from her? Less than half an hour ago she had been think

Did he somehow sense that she wanted him? Was he appalled at the thought and that was why he kept retreating from her if she got to close to him? She frowned down into her coffee mug. She'd never really given much thought to mating until she met Nors, figuring it would be decades, possibly centuries before she met her mate. Was there any history of a chosen mate refusing the mating? Maybe she would take a moment to go through the Hanlon library the next time she went to the compound, or ask one of the older Weres, maybe Cedar or Loretta because they were over a century old. She sipped at her coffee and closed her eyes as she waited for Nors to arrive. Ashleigh was framed in her usual position at the bay window when Nors pulled up outside the bookstore. His heart picked up at the mere sight of her. Every day she took his breath away more and more. All day today he had a mental image of her in his bed, the feel of her soft curves pressing against his hardness. He was quite literally

After doing a search on the Internet, Jack learned that the woman Michael was seeing was married, and her husband didn't take too kindly to being cuckolded. As a result, both Michael and the woman ended up with a .45 caliber slug in their heads and the husband ended up in jail. Jack, of course, wasn't surprised at all. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Linda kept promising to visit the children, but she never came. Again, Jack wasn't surprised, and it wasn't long before the kids just laughed off her promises as more smoke and mirrors. Over time, the cards and letters became less frequent and after three years, stopped coming altogether. Jack, on the other hand, had met Chloe, a blonde beauty who original hailed from Adelaide. She moved to Melbourne five years earlier after her husband left her for another woman. The two of them dated for nearly a year before he asked her to marry him. "Are you sure about this, Jack?" she asked. "You know I can't have kids and that's what caused

I had hoped to share this bit of good news with you, but as always, you chose to spend your evenings with Freeman and I never got to celebrate my promotion with you."You will also find in my top desk drawer a signed quit claim deed. I am leaving you with the house and I have left you with half of our accounts. I have taken my name off everything. It's all yours now. Enjoy."By the way, if you decide to fight the divorce, you may find yourself the next Internet porn sensation. With the quit claim deed, you will find a packet that contains some rather explicit pictures of you and Freeman together. Those are just a few of the snippets I have from the many hours of video that were taken of the two of you."I'd like to say the last 15 years have been wonderful. Unfortunately, I can't. Granted, the first 13 or so were pretty good, and I gave you all the love I could muster, but apparently, it wasn't enough for you. The last year or so, you've been drifting away and rebuffed all my efforts

*****This is the fourth installment of a new series that deals with the consequences of cheating. The current plan is that each entry in the series can be read as a separate story****** **********. 18+ ****** Linda Richards pulled into her driveway and hit the button to open the garage door. She pulled inside as she always did, and noticed that her husband's truck wasn't in the garage. Perhaps he took the kids out for dinner, she thought. It was a bit late for them to be out, she thought, but then again, the kids didn't have school tomorrow since it was Friday night. She smiled at the idea of Jack taking care of the kids for a change, since she often felt as though she was taking care of three children, not just two. She got out of her car and went in the house. It was already dark outside, and the interior of the house she shared with her husband and two children seemed eerily quiet without the lights and the noise of video games blaring from their large-screen television. She re

A little more than a year after we married, Brenda gave birth to twins, a boy, Christopher, and a girl, Julie. Life went on the Carson household, and I found that I enjoyed being a father. One day, about ten years after we married, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw Kirsten standing on the porch. She looked like she had been through a wringer. "Ned, it's good to see you again," she said. "Good to see you, Kirsten," I answered. "Please, come in." She walked in and looked around. I invited her to sit down and introduced her to Brenda and the kids. "So, what brings you here, Kirsten?" I asked. "It's Nikki," she said. "You were right about Ramon." "Oh?" I asked. "What happened?" "It took about five years, but he eventually used her up just like you said he would," she told us. "She ended up on the streets turning tricks to support her habit. Unfortunately, prostitutes her age don't fare too well on the street for very long. She managed on her own for quite

After reading all the filings and the counselor's report, I feel I have no choice but to grant the plaintiff's petition for divorce as filed," he said, pounding his gavel. "Good luck, Mr. Carson, and thank you for your service to this community," he added. I looked at Nick in surprise. "Did we just win?" I asked. He smiled as he looked at me. "We sure did," he said, shaking my hand. "Congratulations, Ned, you're a free man now." Kirsten gathered her things and walked over to us. "Congratulations, Ned," she said, extending a hand. "You got your pound of flesh. I hope you're happy now." I accepted her hand and shook it. I knew that losing a case like this wasn't easy for her. "No, I'm not happy," I said. "I haven't been happy for quite a while." I pulled a DVD out of my briefcase and handed it to her. "You once said if I have anything to pass on to Nikki to let you know. Here's my final message to her. You can look at it if you wish, I don't care. I also have a cashier's check for h

Nick had been busy as well. After drawing up the heavily one-sided petition for divorce, he published it in the local paper and in the LA Times, twice a week for four weeks. Toward the end of the fourth week, he sent a courtesy copy to Kirsten, who wasn't very happy. She demanded a meeting with myself and Nick as soon as possible."What the hell is the meaning of this?" she demanded when we met in his conference room. "This is an insult, it's not a petition for divorce. Where the fuck do you get off by demanding a 75-25 split? With no support?""The real insult is what your client did to her husband, with your help, I might add. Since your client decided to abandon the marriage, my client and I both feel this is the most appropriate response," Nick said. "She hasn't even bothered to make arrangements to get her things out of my client's home.""My client hasn't even been served with papers yet," Kirsten hissed."That's because your client has been hiding in the Los Angeles area," Nick