One…and Done by Allyson Young @evernightpub

 

 

Blurb:
When I met Drew at
that damn wedding our chemistry was off the charts. All he could offer was the
weekend, but uncharacteristically, I jumped at it. When he slipped away like a
thief in the night I was blindsided by loss, even knowing people don’t fall in
love at first sight! He left me a lifelong reminder though, one to make its
appearance in about seven months. Too bad he’d never know…
She was always on
my mind, and I couldn’t afford the distraction in this forsaken country where
one false move could mean my death. My sniper training dissolved when I thought
about Katie and our time together. I was a one and done kind of guy, but this
time it was different. I’d be stateside in a few months and offer the apology
she deserved. Maybe she’d forgive me, if there wasn’t another man in her life…
Excerpt-
I
woke on Sunday, feeling rode hard and put away wet. I hurt—pleasantly—in
mysterious places, and ached pretty much all over, but especially between my
legs. The room smelled satisfyingly of our mutual lust and I drank it in,
flopping my hand to the side in search of Drew. The linens were cool to the
touch and I frowned, then smiled. Probably making breakfast again. He made a
hearty breakfast, a good thing, considering we’d spent most of yesterday
fucking.
Padding
into the bathroom, I took care of business, then turned the shower on. Drew had
bathed me twice during our sexathon, but I needed another. As the water heated
I brushed my teeth, studying myself in the mirror. I looked much the same, tall
and slender, blonde hair tousled from bed and adventurous sex, pale skin now
marked with scruff burns and purple stars from teeth and suction, tiny bruises
from strong fingers. I traced over one on my hip and smiled with satisfaction,
then hustled into the shower. Drew was insatiable and likely had carnal plans
for after breakfast.
The
apartment was dead quiet. No television, no sounds of activity in the kitchen,
nothing. The heavenly smell of coffee embraced me as I neared, the carafe full
and a mug beside it. No sign of Drew and I spun in a circle, seeking him out
even as I accepted the truth. He was gone. Wow. He’d left without a word, left
me used up and yet wanting more in the bed we’d romped in for hours. As well as
on the couch, the floor, the innocuous wing chair in the corner and the shower.
Rather than focus on the bereft feeling blossoming in my belly, I thought about
the fact we hadn’t christened the countertop… Maybe he’d gone out to get a
paper or something. An ingredient for breakfast.
I
crossed to the front door, expectant as a pup awaiting its master, before
catching myself. What in hell was I doing? If he came back, we’d pick up where
we left off. There was no need for worshipful anticipation. And if he didn’t… I
was seized with a terrible anxiety that I might wait forever, not knowing…
I
poured the coffee—one mug—and gingerly lowered myself to a stool. The cushioned
chairs at the table were more comfortable, but a part of me needed the penance.
My lady parts were really sore, something I’d denied in the shower, and would
serve as a reminder of sex I’d never forget, and a warning of never indulging
my libido again. Because I had a really bad feeling. There were consequences to
every not-well-thought-out action.
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About the author:
Allyson
Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and
numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and
worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly
short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although
her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic
romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson
will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes
man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and
Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
http://www.allysonyoung.comallysonyoung45@gmail.com

 

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