Shadow Love Book Two のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Alison rocked in the oversized rocker on Nick’s front porch as she admired his thick, powerful muscles flexing while he attacked the weeds threatening his newly sprouted garden.  He’d returned to shadow land during the new moon for rejuvenation and regeneration twice without taking her.  It was almost time to go again and she hoped that he would say she was finally ready to join him.She was about to go to him and broach the subject when the sound of someone clearing their throat caught her attention.“Excuse me,” said a glamourous looking redhead as she stood near the bottom step of the stairs leading to the porch. “I’m looking for Nick Jackson. Do I have the right place?”Alison’s reply stuck in her throat as she took in every inch of the tall redhead who so innocently inquired the whereabouts of the man she loved.  Thoughts of her former boyfriend, Arthur, and the woman he cheated on her with, Sar

Martin wore a broad grin on his handsome face as he stepped aside to allow Vanessa entrance into his home.  “I thought you’d never get here,” he said as he pulled her into his strong embrace and kissed her long and hard. His brown eyes hinted of twinkling light when he finally released her so that he could search the depths of her own large brown orbs.  “You still haven’t told her, have you?”Vanessa shook her head. “She’s so frustrated with Nick not thinking she’s ready yet.  I haven’t had the heart.”She reached around to squeeze his backside. He jumped away, laughing, and teased, “Where have you been all my life?”“So, where is it?” she asked as she scurried into the depths of the house like an excited school girl. “Is it down in the basement behind some secret door?”“You make it sound so mysterious,” he chuckle

Realizing that she was still in a skimpy swimsuit and feeling rather exposed after her jolting encounter with Alfred, Alison seized the opportunity given her to slip away and put on something more suitable. She took greater care in tending to her appearance than she had in some time. She told herself that it was because they had another shadow walker visiting and, as their future leader, she wanted to make a good impression, but, deep in the recesses of her mind, she questioned her real motives.She’d only been in his company for a moment, but that was long enough to assess that he was as handsome as Nick, built in a similar fashion, and very confident with the ladies.  Perhaps her eyes were playing tricks on her, but Alfred looked more like a brother than a cousin to Nick. Since they were both named Jackson, she guessed it was the Jackson gene that reigned supreme. That wasn’t the case with Martin; who looked like he was related, but certainly not a borderli

Alison lay beneath Nick’s sweaty body while she tried to understand what just happened.  She’d never even considered doing such a brazen thing as to have sex on the living room floor while people were just outside the door. As promiscuous as her dear friend, Vanessa, was, she doubted even she would do something so bold and tasteless. What had gotten into her?Nick was preparing to pull out of her when she whispered, “I don’t know what happened. Something’s wrong.  The world feels distant and I feel like I’ve overdosed on Spanish Fly or something.  I still need you. It’s as if I’ll go crazy if you don’t do something.”He slowly moved in and out of her. The light, tantalizing friction bringing his relaxed manhood back into action.“Yes,” she moaned. “More and more and more.  I just want more of it all.  I want it rough and hard.”Although she’d

Alfred limped to the table where a fresh mug of coffee awaited him.  As he eased himself onto the dining chair, he noticed Heloise’s satin robe was tied in such a haphazard manner that a rosy nipple was exposed.  She either didn’t notice or she didn’t care as she slid the coffee mug toward her lover without lifting her eyes from the newspaper she was reading. He looked at the black liquid and then around the table’s surface for the creamer.  Finding none, he scowled.  “After nearly one hundred years of having coffee together -  that’s thirty-six thousand plus mornings, mind you -  I would think you’d know by now that I take creamer in mine.“We’re out of creamer,” she said, while keeping her face buried in the paper.“Is there at least some aspirin?” he practically howled.Her voice had an amused lilt as she asked him about the condition of his geni