Excerpt from Games

Excerpt from Games by Parker Ford

And would they really do it? That was the sixty-four thousand dollar question. Would they?

Somewhere in her, she believed they would.

“Are we walking around or sneaking out the back?” Brett said, almost to himself.

She squeezed his hand. “If we go down that back hall and past the restrooms, there’s the alley,” she whispered to her coconspirator in crime. Possibly a crime against themselves, against each other.

We’re doing this together and we are the only two players. Breathe you dimwit . . .

“Good girl,” Brett said, his lips pressed to her hair. “You’re so fucking smart. I want to put my hands under that skirt and get you off right here, in this crush of drunken people and college kids and locals. I want to fuck you with my fingers until you clutch that bar and beg me to take you.”

He said all of this into her ear, his breath hot, his voice soft.

Alexandra felt her knees sag a bit. His dirty confession was completely unexpected.A
breathtaking blindside that made her feel that at any moment her ligaments and muscles would give up the ghost and she would fall.

“God, stop.” But she didn’t mean it.

He handed her a beer, grinning. “Drink up.” He tipped his cold beer mug to hers and she shivered at his mouth on the rim. His mouth always did weird things to her insides if she let herself watch him.

“Cheers,” Alexandra said. “To liquid courage.”

Brett kissed her lips and said into her ear, so only she could hear. “And back alley blow jobs and my gorgeous little whore of a wife.”

Alex trembled, a nervous laugh flying off her lips to be recognized only by Brett. All the others were ignoring them. For now.

As soon as she started to feel the effects of the beer, she squeezed Brett’s hand. A cluster of smokers had pushed out the back door into the alley, so she knew there was an audience and they would be seen—that was the point.

“Last chance to bail,” he said, kissing her full force, putting their mugs on the bar and pulling her into him so she could feel the hard rod of his cock in his black jeans. “I won’t say a word if it’s no. I won’t. You’re safe with me.” He kissed her harder.

She knew she was and that was exactly why Alexandra tugged his hand and pulled him to the long narrow hallway that smelled like spilled beer, cigarettes and urine from the restrooms. Under the dark smell of the hallway lilted the earthy scent of pot and the dirty street odor of the city. Alexandra pushed the door back with her bottom. Her skirt raising up for a second, the warm splintery wood caressing the bare backs of her thighs for a moment.

When they hit the alley they were both so wound up, so head over heels turned on it was almost as if no one was really there after all. But others were there. A few men were lounged against the alley wall about six feet away. Two more smoked over by a dumpster. All within good view of the couple and what they were about to do. But to Alex it was as if they were the only two bodies in that filthy cobblestone alley.

Brett pushed her flush to the brick wall. His hands inching under her short blue skirt—gas flame blue, cobalt blue, the blue of his first Chevy he always told her. His mouth pushed against hers, his tongue bullying hers until she simply caved, letting him direct the kiss and pull her under. She bent to his will as he pushed his fingers under her small skirt and started to rub her clit through her panties. Never ever breaking that kiss.

She heard one of the onlookers grunt—almost pig-like—and when Brett pushed his fingers past the tiny elastic barrier of her panties and shoved his fingers deep into her pussy, she nearly came that second. Instead he kissed her harder and another man coughed softly while still another laughed.

super sad...

My publisher reloaded a bunch of books and mine was one (for a very good reason! trust me! it's in my favor so love to them). The only problem was I lost my fantastic 5 star review from a reader. Trust me, if I had known in advance, I'd have taken a screen shot. I also lost all my tags. So, the book is selling again. But if you've read it and you liked it, could you take two minutes and rate it or tag it? I'd be eternally grateful. Truly! I will be grateful all the way into the afterlife. And I'll give you a kiss. :)

Here's an excerpt, btw. I've been meaning to do it.

Fantasies were just fantasies. You didn't have to act on them. Right?

I busied myself cleaning the kitchen. Bachelors suck at cleaning. So do young coeds but hey, I was bored and my mother Marie had taught me well. Cleanliness was next to godliness, plus if you threw yourself into it, it could make the afternoon fly in an blink. I ate cucumbers from the garden with homemade ranch sauce uncle had made the night before for dinner. That was all I really had the stomach for. I poured a big glass of lemonade and downed it in four long swallows. Then I started rearranging the cabinets and wiping down the liners. The worst chore I could imagine from my growing up years. Now it seemed to soothe me.

"Wow. I had no idea I would come home to such a tight ship," he said from the doorway. I jumped, a china plate shattering at my feet. A thousand tiny jagged teeth of china scattered around me on the red tile floor. Barefoot and in turquoise shorts instead of jeans, I was pretty much fucked. "Shit, I'm sorry, Fiona." He colored when he said my name aloud and my cunt responded with tightening warmth. "You're bleeding."

I looked at my calf where a thick nearly black rivulet of blood trickled slowly down my leg. "It's no big deal. Just as shard. But I am kind of...stuck." I shrugged, feeling horribly stupid. "I'm so sorry. I can go on ebay and try to replace it. I'm such a klutz!" I felt like I might start sobbing right then from frustration.

"Hey, I scared you. Don't talk about ebay or any of that. Stay there. I'm gonna grab you and take you in the dining room, then I'll clean up this mess."

His work boots crunched over the china shards as he picked me up and carried me out. He set me on the table and put my foot on one of the ladder back chairs. "Let me get the bandages."

I nodded, suddenly feeling little and helpless again. Letting him care for me the way he had when I was a little girl and I'd skin my knee. He caught that far away look when he came in. "You okay? You're not cut anywhere else are you?"

I looked. "Nope. Just there. Not too shabby considering the immense mess I made."

"We made," he amended. "You never would have dropped it if I hadn't startled you." He wiped the cut with a wet cotton ball. Wet with alcohol it seemed because fire bloomed in the cut and I hissed. "Easy, be good," he said, smiling. He blew on the cut to cool the sting. Just like old times. Only now, the feel of him blowing on my skin made my pussy keep a wet tempo with my heartbeat.

"Ugh," I said.

"Sorry it stings. It will be over in a minute. Promise."

I could only nod.

He squeezed a gem sized squirt of antibiotic lotion on and covered it with a big square bandages. "To keep it all covered," he said. His fingers smoothing the flesh colored cloth covering made me shift on the table. I felt trapped by his presence, the very hugeness of him and my pulse jumped at my throat from a mix of excitement and fear. So close like this I could picture him beating off to me. As close as we were, I could picture his hands pushing my legs apart. I could imagine a million scenarios I shouldn't. "Thanks," I managed.

"You sure you're okay?" He turned my chin so I had to look at him. I nodded and swallowed hard.

"Yeah," I said, thinking inside, God, just kiss me, kiss me already, kiss me and then touch me and we'll pretend it never ever happened, I swear...

It took a second for it to register his hands on my thighs, his long finger splayed out so they pointed like traitors to my pussy. Uncle Ed leaned in, his lips brushed mine so softly it was more like a kiss of wind than a person. I opened my mouth, spread my legs, begging him with my body. More.

I buried my hands in his too shaggy hair--I'd try to make sure I scheduled him a cut--and pulled him in tighter, closing my legs around his hands and scooting forward just a touch. I wouldn't think that I shouldn't do this. I'd think about how good and right it felt. Fuck feeling shamed.

"Fiona, I shouldn't..."

"I know...I do, but..." His fingers slipped over the hot moist V at the crotch of my shorts. I broke off in moan. It was like being burned, electrocuted, smacked so hard the blood seems like acid when it rises to the surface. I wanted his touch so bad that just a fingertip made my mind go red and my heart skip wildly.

"Don't make that sound," he said, but swept another finger along where the first had been. Two fingers running soft patterns over the crotch of my snug shorts. Over my pussy. Fuck. Directly over my clit.

"Sorry," I said. I tried, but another sound, deeper and more needy slid off my lips into the air.

Uncle Ed shook his head, no, no, no. But he popped the blue button of my shorts and tugged at the zipper. I raised up, shimmied, helped him get them off. He tossed them as he pulled at my panties and the shorts landed on the secretary. My tank was snatched off with ease. I don't wear bras, usually. "Spread your legs for me, Fiona," he said.

A hot rush of fluid puddled between my legs, and his fingers played through it like he was painting me. My head fell back and I sank into the feel of him. His mouth on my nipple. He kissed me and shushed me all at once. Like a child, like something precious. I watched his dark head as he kissed a path from my breast to my belly button. I arched up, trying to be quiet like he wanted when his mouth found my pussy and he sucked. His mouth was impossibly hard and then impossibly soft and then a tongue of perfect blazing wetness over my clit. "Oh, Uncle." I wanted to tell him how good it felt, how good he was. How perfect his mouth was on me and how it was what I wanted. So bad. What I needed--so much.

"Shh, Fiona. Don't."

So I didn't. I curled my fingers around the edge of the table and I held on. The bright afternoon sun trickled through the slats of his blinds and splashed across my belly. His dark head worked between my legs, I touched his hair, arching my pelvis to meet his mouth, greedy little girl wanting him to lick her. "I'm going to"

He shoved his fingers into me, curling and pressing against all the singing nerves. I gasped, my belly muscles rippling with my orgasm and my effort to hold myself up. I didn't bother. I lay back, giving over to him completely as he fucked me with his fingers, licked me with his tongue. Uncle Ed pushed my legs wide like a slut and attacked me with is mouth, he kept going, raking his dripping tongue over my clit. "Give it to me, one more, Fiona," he demanded and sucked my clit hard. Tiny purple spots filled my vision and I came for him again.

"Oh, uncle Ed, I--"

But he was standing, his face angry, his shoulders heaving. He wiped the shiny evidence of my juicy pussy from his face and I felt suddenly wrong. Bad. I had never felt more naked.

I just wrapped up my latest work and I'm still waiting to hear on a few things. I have some proofreading in my near future and some allergy pills. Everywhere we've been lately everything's been yellow. Crazy. Achoo!

[Parker]

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