Wednesday Words: Let’s Play

Once again, Wednesday has arrived and with it a new #1lineWed theme. There’s no time to PLAY around, unless you’re Shiane “Shy” Roarke. As a setup, she “ran into” Gravedigger while “partying” inside the Nightrider compound and then she escaped, only to be followed by Digger in wolf form. She’s at her place, and he almost got caught.

I watched the dog run away. He was big, at least part German Shepherd, maybe a Belgian Malinois. About a year into my first enlistment, my LT asked if I wanted to be a K-9 handler. I considered it, but finally said no. I didn’t do attachments, not even to an animal. Or maybe, especially an animal because a dog? Unconditional love. I didn’t want to deal with that. Maybe I couldn’t.

There was no way I’d sleep tonight. I slipped back into my apartment and grabbed a sweatshirt, dragging it on over my head. Settling onto one of the chairs on my deck, I tucked my feet under me and wondered what the hell I was doing. I didn’t have time to mess around and going to that compound? Big mistake. I thought I could play them but I ended up getting played. Big time. My body still hummed from the orgasm that guy gave me. I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had guys in my bed. Sex wasn’t that high on my list of priorities but sometimes, a girl needed a little sumthin-sumthin.

What that biker did to me tonight? That was some serious business. I couldn’t believe all the live sex going on. No one cared. I’d been standing there wondering where that woman had left her dignity and then, with a complete stranger’s hands down my pants I’d had the biggest orgasm of my life. And before I could do a gawddamned thing, he’d disappeared. Story of my life.

I pulled my knees up and stretched the sweatshirt over them. Chin braced, I watched the eastern horizon lighten. Dawn was coming. I’d been home just over a week and all I had to show for my time was the location of their hideout. Except it wasn’t much of a hideout. It was a freaking edifice. I needed to figure out how they worked. And I needed to get back in there. The only way to bring the Nightriders down would be from the inside.

Yeah, that was my story and I’d stick to it if anyone asked. It absolutely had nothing to do with coming so damn hard I couldn’t breathe. From a man’s fingers. What would his cock feel like? I shivered, pretending it was from the pre-dawn chill and not from the memory of leather, strong fingers, and a scent that reminded me of a hot, rich, creamy Irish coffee.
So that’s my playdate for the day. What about y’all? Want to play?

About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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2 Responses to Wednesday Words: Let’s Play

  1. Oooo. Can’t wait to read the rest!

    Here’s a bit from the entirely unedited Sleeping Ugly…

    Exercising too little caution and too much irritation, I crept to the door and placed my eye against the peephole.
    “Son of a…”
    Seeing who stood there meant I couldn’t get the chain off the door fast enough.
    “You!” I said as the last man I’d seen before the curse hit me pushed past.
    “Where is she?” His bellow echoed across the concrete and glass space I called home. “Jeni! Come out here right now, you witch!”
    Trying to compose myself, I played stupid. If he didn’t know who I was maybe he’d let something slip. Maybe he even knew what happened to me. It sure as hell didn’t look like he’d suffered any ill effects from our one-nighter. Last I saw of him, he waited until his breath was back to normal and then rolled out of my bed. I feigned sleep to make it easier for both of us, but I watched as he dragged his pants up, gathered the rest of his clothes and left the room. I can only assume he finished dressing in the living room because I never saw him again. Since I didn’t hear the door close, chances were better than even I fell asleep before he left.
    “Jeni’s not home,” I said. “And you’re trespassing.”
    “I thought she said she lived alone. You sure weren’t here the other night. Who the hell are you?”
    “I could ask you the same question.”
    “Listen, lady,” he said. I tried to ignore his tone—like I was something to be scraped off his shoe—while trying to remember his name. It began with a G sound. Grant? Guy? Gus? Gus. That was it. “I’m not talking to anyone but Jeni.”
    Good luck with that, I thought even as I said, “She might be back tonight. Maybe if you came back, you could catch her then.” If everything about this damn curse or whatever it was worked the way it had before.
    Gus turned a little gray. “I… I can’t come back tonight.”
    “Hot date?” I asked before I could help myself. If anything my words made Gus turned a little grayer—which was shocking enough. I mean, I thought the guy was going to have a coronary for a second there. His next words almost took my own heart along for a ride on the infarction express.
    “Do you believe in magic?”

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