Saturday Surprise and Other Stories

Scarlett Knight

Description

This sexy collection from House of Erotica brings together three spicy stories of sex and unbridled passion by three of House of Erotica's top-selling authors!Don't miss out on this exclusive anthology of sexy short tales. The stories include Saturday Surprise by Scarlett Knight, The Viewing by Alexe Andrewes and Nude Shots by Vanessa de Sade

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 30 avril 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781782349013
• Langue: English

Extrait

Title Page
House of Erotica Presents
SATURDAY SURPRISE
And Other Stories



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Published in 2013 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
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The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © House of Erotica 2013
The right of the authors to be identified as authors of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Saturday Surprise
When Blake opened the door that sunny Saturday morning, the last thing she expected to see was Jacob. He leaned against the doorframe with aviator sunglasses atop his head, hands shoved deep in his jean pockets. His darkly lashed chocolate eyes gave her that familiar puppy-dog look.
“Hey,” he said, a cocky half-grin bringing the dimples out on his cheek. “You look great.”
Nearly too stunned to move, Blake had to catch her breath before she tore herself away from the door handle. Then she lifted her arm and slapped the satisfied expression off his face. Jacob jumped back with a start, and his dimples disappeared. His hand went up to touch the spot she’d hit. Rubbing against the rough five-o’-clock shadow on his cheek, he cleared his throat.
“I guess I deserved that,” he said.
“You guess?” she hissed.
He turned his head to the side, as if fully realizing the situation. “Hi, Blake.”
“Hi, Jacob.” Saying his name was like swishing poison around in her mouth. “How long’s it been? Four? Five years?”
“Four and a half, actually. But who’s counting?”
She narrowed her hazel eyes. Her long blonde hair was freshly washed and down after her jog. She wore a pair of soft blue shorts and matching tank top that left nothing of her voluptuous figure to the imagination. But despite her feminine appearance, the look on her face was enough to strike fear into even the strongest of men. Jacob, however, kept pressing on.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“How did you find me?” Her tone was colder than ice.
He straightened his posture and placed a hand on the door frame where he’d leaned before. “Your mother, actually. I stopped by your parents’ house once I got back into town. She told me where you were living now.”
She’d have to have a talk with that woman. Did her mother not understand that Jacob had broken her heart? That when he’d left for L.A. to try and become the big, hot-shot actor, he promised to call Blake and fly back frequently so they could continue their relationship? And that not only did he stop calling, he stopped answering her calls?
She’d been doing so well. She’d finally moved on, started dating again. Granted, nothing serious was really happening in the romance department, but she was getting out and meeting people and finally not thinking about Jacob every minute of every day. And now this.
“Why are you back?” she said.
“Can I come in, or are we going to have an entire conversation on your porch?”
“You can come in when I say you can come in!”
The silence that hung in the air was heavy with resentment.
“Look,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I’m sorry I stopped calling. L.A. was a total failure. I didn’t make it, and I also got into some bad shit out there. You wouldn’t have liked who I was. I was ashamed to talk to you. I knew you wouldn’t approve of my lifestyle.” He sighed. “I straightened up, though. I had a revelation. Maybe sometime I could tell you about it. My old man’s helping me get a job here with his connections. I - I missed you, Blake. I thought you and I could go out to lunch sometime - ”
“Stop it. Just stop.”
He closed his mouth and stood very still. Blake’s face flushed with rage. Her heart confused her terribly with its swinging back and forth like a pendulum, one moment feeling deep sorrow, the next unfathomable joy.
“You expect me to just forgive you for running off to Hollywood, while I waited here for you like an ignorant girl?” She brought out an accusatory finger and pointed it at his chest. “I wasted years, Jacob. Years that I’m not going to get back. And now you show up again on a Saturday morning, totally out of the blue. You wanna have lunch.” She let out an exasperated laugh. “Do you honestly think I’m letting you back in that easily?”
Jacob watched her, his eyes darting back and forth from her eyes to her lips, the way he used to do when she was upset. In the past, he would let her vent and eventually take her into his arms, and then...
Her jaw trembled. Damn it, she would not cry in front of him. She refused. Turning away to walk through her modest apartment’s living room, she blinked back her tears without him noticing. She heard him gently close the door behind her. Then she heard him laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she said, turning around to face him.
“Nothing.” He stood with his arms crossed and scanned the room. “I see you still like your teddy bears.”
She’d decorated much of the house with her growing collection, from big stuffed bears to dainty glass figurines. Her eyes met his as a thought crossed her mind. He grinned, and she knew they were thinking the same thing.
“Where’s the one I gave you?” he asked.
“I don’t have it anymore,” she said, lying.
“Yes, you do.” The corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He’d aged a little since she’d seen him last, but he was still so heartbreakingly handsome. “You have to still have Bennie. Where is he?”
Without even asking, he brushed past her and strode through the little apartment, straight back to her bedroom. She wasn’t worried he’d see the bed unmade, or her laundry strewn about, or the empty coffee mug or chocolate candy wrappers. Her throat went dry as she followed him back there, her pulse pounding in her ears.
This was what she wanted. This was what she’d been waiting for. She’d dreamed of his return to her, his admittance that he’d been wrong to leave her. Oh, how she fantasized of their reunion and their future together. But he was too late now, wasn’t he? Hadn’t she finally moved on and started to heal? Or was there no such thing as “too late”?
He found the plush white teddy bear where she’d always kept it, at the foot of her bed. He’d given it to her as one of those just-because gifts. Countless times she’d thought of throwing it out with the garbage or donating it to a thrift store, but she never could bring herself to part with it. It was like a living entity, representing the fierce love she felt for this idiot of a man.
When he picked it up and held it lovingly, lost in his own secret thoughts, she let her gaze trail down to his ass, which always looked amazing in jeans. He still wore the same old alligator boots, which he donned with everything, including suits. Having found them in a second-hand store, he claimed they were good luck. Blake had fought with him over his wearing them during what she thought to be the wrong occasions. But looking back, she was glad he always won the battle. Those damned boots had ended up being one of her favorite memories about this quirky man.
A crazy idea overcame her at once. An idea that threw out all reason and nullified any healing she might have achieved. She would take him, here and now, to prove whether or not their love was really dead.