My mom’s high pitched voice hits me with a touch of humor as she flicks the kitchen hand towel at me. “You’re lucky I’m running behind.” Ma always runs behind. Maybe it’s in our genes. The kitchen smells like her sauce and meatballs. “Sorry Ma,” I give her a kiss on the ch...
While the military may have shifted to the Beretta 9mm, Nathan's old school, and shoots American, using the Colt 1911 as his preferred carry piece. Until today, I was able to lie enough to myself that the chromed cannon was used only for practice and defense. Dangling from the coat rack next to h...
It’s been a long fucking day. I wince as I scrape the wound on my arm against the rough fabric of the sofa. I suck in a deep breath through clenched teeth. Fucking asshole made me chase him through the woods, all for what? A couple hundred bucks he stole from his parents? Seriously? It fucking pi...
The corner of my lips kick up into a wide smile; he’s wearing the cologne I got him as a gift for our wedding. I wrap my arms tighter around him and sway with the music. We took dance lessons for our wedding, but the first dance is long over and I just want to relax in his arms and enjoy the mome...
Vince asks, as he sets the heating pad on my shoulders. Once he was off the phone with his father, he spent a good 20 minutes rubbing feeling back into my arms and quietly apologizing. The heat and his touch feel so good. My shoulders and arms are still sore, but I give him a small smile and nod....
He locked one cuff around my wrist, and the other around the bedpost before going into the bathroom to shower. He takes another step into the bedroom, drying off his hair with a towel. Boxers hang low on his hips and my eyes stare at the deep “V” carved from his rock hard abs that taunts me. His ...