Got another installment of my micro-novel for your enjoyment. Maybe two, possibly three more to go. If you’d like to read the first parts, click here, here, and here. Good news is our wonderful publisher is going to put all these news story together into another free volume of stories.
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Remember to say thank you to a soldier today. They’re the reason we are free.
Now here’s part four.
“I didn’t say a word.” Tightness sounded in Pete’s tone, mixed with a hint of disbelief. “But I should say I’m sorry.”
He caressed his hand over her bottom to her hips before dropping it to his side. “I’ll admit it’s been a while since I’ve had sex, but… I’ve never lost control like that before.”
“I’ll survive.” When no words came from either her pain in the ass brother’s ghost or the real, totally alive man standing in front of her, she said, “But I’m thinking we should go inside in case you lose control again.”
She didn’t let on to her brother’s words this time as she followed the man into the dim building. A chill breeze shivered over her bare skin, causing goose bumps to form along her arms and legs. His loud inhaled breath and focused stare told her of another reaction to the cold. She placed her arms up over her breasts and turned away from him. Deep laughter roared out in the small room.
“You could’ve warned be the place had AC.”
“Yeah, I could’ve.”
She ignored his teasing words. “I didn’t see any electric lines outside.”
“My grandfather put in a generator.”
His hand captured both her arms and led her to a small couch near a far wall. He sat down and pulled her down almost on top of him. She wriggled a bit and landed on the seat beside him.
“Bet you thought it was a mess inside, didn’t you?”
Don’t let him take control of the conversation, Tess.
She shook her brother’s warning away and faced Peter. “Is your grandfather still alive?”
“Yes.” He played his hand over her arm. “He’s visiting with my parents now.”
She slapped his traveling fingers away from her shoulder. “You’re hot, but I’m not that easy.”
Unexpected laughter flowed through the air. “That’s not the impression I got from your brother.”
“And you just said I was hot.”
“Yeah, but I also said–”
He stopped her words by yanking her hard into his lap. Her hands landed on his shoulders while his firmed at her waist and pressed her bottom down hard. Hard? She struggled against him.
Guess he wants you.
“Shut the hell up, Van.”
Peter’s hand spread wide on her back while the other one froze on her upper thigh. “I didn’t say anything.”
“I wasn’t talking to you.”
He relaxed into the back of the sofa but didn’t release her. “Van?”
Tell him about that day, Tess.
Tessa didn’t want to talk about the day her brother died. The physical pain that had roared through her body, sending her into a fetal position, had been bad but the resulting lose of his thoughts had been even worse. All her life, even after they’d learned how to block each other, she’d always sensed him inside her mind. Like a quiet buzzing of insects fluttering around a bright light.
“Is he talking to you now?”
You can also read Elise Whyles’ story today here.
And next is Pepper Anthony’s story here.