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First Meeting from Snowed

snowed-cover-4Big Mike” Reubens has been seeing more action in the last few days, than he’s seen in quite some time. However, when he finds his mother is driving from Queens to Cheyenne, Wyoming just to see him, he’s puzzled. His confusion grows when she says she’s bringing a man with her, as well as his daughter. He and Sarena bond over the phone, expressing interest in one another. They have finally arrived and Mike meets her for the first time, but his mother interrupts before he even has a chance to kiss her. At the motel, they decide to go out for dinner as a group.

“I’ll grab my coat,” Sarena said, tugging my hand. “Mike, help me find where I left my key-card.”

I followed her into her room.

“Our folks don’t know how close we’ve gotten the last few days,” she said. “I wanted them to feel like they brought us together. It’s like all your mother has talked about for the last hundred miles or so. She really hopes we’ll hit it off.”

“I’m kinda hoping the same thing myself.” I took her hands, drawing her to me.

I wanted to kiss her badly. I knew exactly how she would taste and feel—just like the woman in my dream. The moment I laid eyes on her picture, I knew she was the one I dreamed about that day. That was such a vivid dream, with taste, scent and touch…. It made me hot just to think about it. Okay, face it, just being around Sarena made me hot. I was about to kiss her, when there was a tapping at the door.

Sarena grabbed her things, including the key which was right by her purse, and we headed out. She held my hand excitedly, like a little kid. I led the way to the restaurant, asking about their trip. Ma told me in great detail how lovely the trip had been. Sarena looked ready to laugh any second, so I changed the subject to the concert. I talked about meeting Ms. Learner.

“In that uniform she can tell you have a good build?” My mother is fluffy, but not entirely dumb.

“Yeah, well, the jacket is pretty form fitting, Ma. I guess she saw something she liked.”

Sarena pinched me. I had told her all about the Big Mike fiasco. She thought it was hysterical.

“You should call her about that modeling. It could bring in some good money,” she encouraged. “And I’ll come watch,” she said as our parents got up to go to the salad bar.

“You can get a free show anytime you want,” I told her. “I’ll even show you the nudes.”

“You didn’t send those out?”

“Oh, no! Just one of them without my shirt. You know, ratty jeans, tool belt….”

“Tell me it was pulling the jeans down almost far enough to see…. Leaving that tantalizing trail….” She stopped talking suddenly because our folks were almost to the table.

“Yes,” I said, taking her hand to my lips. “That’s exactly right. Salad?” I tugged her hand, dragging her to the salad bar. “You’re killing me, Serena. I want you so bad right now.”

“Do you think you’ve got an exclusive on that? Cause I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I had anything that wasn’t battery operated and covered in latex.”

I dropped the salad tongs, my fingers suddenly numb. “Oh, God, don’t keep talking like that around the salad bar!”

“What, there’s a new law? Talking dirty taints the food?”

“You’ll make me drool on it.”

She was still laughing when we headed back to the table.

“Is there any way we can escape and head to my place?” I whispered.

“I don’t know. We’ll think of something.”

“I sure as hell hope so, baby, cause otherwise I’m going to explode.”

“Ditto….”

© 2016 Dellani Oakes

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Did you miss any of Snowed or simply want to read it again? Below are the links for my romantic suspense novel set in Cheyenne, snowed cover image for blogWyoming. Mike Ruben has a big problem—true, it might not seem that much of an issue to some men, but it’s bugging him. He got really drunk at his birthday party and had a great night with a beautiful brunette. Some problem, right? But he can’t remember her name, so he refers to her as Mystery Date. And all she left were fantastic memories and a note—but not her number. This wouldn’t be so bad, except now someone is trying to kill him and the clue may lie in the identity of Mystery Date. Read about the exploits and adventures of Big Mike as he tries to solve this deadly puzzle before it’s too late.

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Snowed is Over!

snowed cover image for blogSadly, Snowed is complete. I hope you enjoyed Big Mike’s adventures. Now, the big choice comes of what to share with you next? I’ll have to do some looking so that I can find the perfect story. The decision has been made and I shall introduce it Sunday, June 7, 2015.

Be watching this space on Sunday, June 7 for whatever new book I decide to share with you. Meanwhile, you can find and enjoy my published works on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords – Second Wind books and Smashwords – Tirgearr & other. I hope you’ll look for and buy my books!

Snowed – Part 61

snowed cover image for blogAnisette Parker is in custody. She and Mike are being checked at the hospital. Her claim that she’s pregnant worries Mike. He feels responsible and doesn’t want to back out of a responsibility. If he’s going to be a father, he wants to know.

But try finding anyone to give me a straight answer. Apparently, there’s all kinds of laws that cover that kind of thing. They can’t even tell me yes or no, or they could violate all kinds of things. I finally found the lady cop and asked her. She looked around furtively, taking me aside.

“I’m not supposed to say anything. I could get in a lot of trouble.”

“If she is and it’s mine, I have responsibilities.”

“She’s not,” she said quietly.

“Thank God.” I thought I’d pass out from relief.

“I knew that would make you feel better.”

“I don’t even know your name. I can’t keep thinking of you as the lady cop. I want to thank you properly.” I held out my hand.

“Vanessa,” she said with a grin as she shook my hand.

“Thank you, Vanessa. You saved my life.”

“Don’t get all soppy on me,” she said with a smirk. “But you’re welcome.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

“That I don’t know, sugar. But you can be sure she’ll get the best help they can give her.”

“Thanks. For everything.” I kissed her hand, then pulled her into an embrace.

“You’re welcome, baby. You go on now. That girl of yours is bout to go crazy.”

“I’m gonna name our first kid after you,” I said.

“You name some boy Vanessa, he’s gonna hunt you down when he grows up.”

“How about Vance if it’s a boy?”

“Aren’t you a little previous?” She walked us out to Chester’s car.

“Yeah, well. . . . It pays to pre-plan.”

“Oh, we found out how your fire started. Miss Parker was the one who rented the place next door. She had it already in her mind to get closer to you. I guess if the party idea hadn’t panned out, she would have worked her wiles on you some other way. She had a key already. It was pretty simple to set up the gas to blow.”

“I’m gonna have a lot of explaining to do to the insurance company,” I said. “And the complex is probably going to ask me to move.”

“That’s okay,” Sarena said as we walked to the car. “When we go house hunting with Gabe, we’ll look for a place for ourselves.”

“With lots of extra space,” I said. “For all the little Vanessas and Vances running around.”

We stopped by the car while her father unlocked the doors, kissing languidly. Chester cleared his throat pointedly, opening the door.

“Before you go making us grandparents, shouldn’t you be married first?”

“We could do that,” I said.

“It sounds good to me,” Sarena agreed.

“Okay, Chester. But only on one condition.”

“Oh?” He looked at me, obviously confused.

“I get a cheeseburger and chili cheese fries at the wedding supper.”

“Son, after what you’ve been through, you can have whatever you want.”

THE END

© Dellani Oakes 2014

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Snowed – Part 60

snowed cover image for blogThe police arrive and are able to help the kids off the bus. Mike manages to distract Anisette without getting himself shot. The lady cop comes up to speak to him, she asks him if that’s the crazy chick who caused all the trouble.

“Yeah,” I said, right before I passed out.

I woke up awhile later with a paramedic kneeling beside me.

“He’s awake,” he called to someone I couldn’t see.

My lady cop friend squatted beside me. “Can’t handle the buzz, huh?”

“Buzz?”

“Bitch drugged you,” she said.

“Something on her lips,” the paramedic said.

“So, I’m not just a horny bastard?” I struggled to get up.

The guy helped me sit up while the lady cop laughed.

“No. I think any guy who got dosed like that would act the same way. Make you do all kinds of crazy shit while it lasted. Then makes you pass out.”

“Hot monkey sex,” I agreed with a groan. “What is it?”

“It’s a designer drug. We’re starting to see it from time to time at parties. Girls are getting payback for the date rape drugs, using their own form of revenge. Dose a guy, then cry rape.”

“Dirty bitches,” I groaned again, holding my head.

“Could she really be pregnant?”

I started to nod, then decided against it because it made me want to throw up. “We weren’t exactly careful when we got together.”

“When was that?” Lady cop asked.

“Halloween. My birthday.”

“We’ll have her checked at the hospital,” the paramedic said calmly. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” I leaned against the side of the car, my head whirling, my brain still trying to catch up. “So, it wasn’t my fault?”

“The hot monkey sex?” Lady Cop shook he head. “No, home boy, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Oh, thank, God.”

“Thanks for the distraction. We were able to get the kids out safely.”

“Did they see? I didn’t want them to see. Not like that. . . .”

“No, Mr. Reuben. They didn’t see. And even if they did, they know you did it for them. That was a brave thing you did.”

“What am I gonna do? Let her shoot up my bus? I’m responsible for that.” I laughed weakly.

Lady Cop smirked, helping me stand. “Might want to do up the drawers,” she said. “There’s someone here to see you.”

Actually, there was a whole crowd. Parents and students walked toward us, all talking at once. I turned away, zipping and buckling, so I was presentable when they arrived moments later. I’ve never been clapped, pummeled, socked, had my hair ruffled or felt quite so much like puking in public as I did at that moment.

After the odd eternity, it was over and they were gone. I could stand on my own, but I couldn’t drive myself home. Cleo’s rental was towed and I was taken to the emergency room. The doctor proclaimed me fine shortly after my arrival and gave me something to help with the after effects of the drug.

Sarena, Chester and my mother sat in the waiting room. They stood anxiously when the door opened. Ma damn near knocked me over in her enthusiasm to see me. Chester pulled her off, letting Sarena help me sit down.

“They told us what that awful woman did,” Ma exclaimed.

“Not an awful woman, Ma. Just a poor girl who was tired of being ignored.”

“What she did to you was horrible! How can you defend her?”

“I keep wondering what I did or said to make her think. . . . How did I encourage her?”

“Maybe something as simple as a smile,” Sarena said, kissing my cheek. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“I just want to tell her I’m sorry.”

“She’s not in her right mind,” Chester explained. “Nothing you said would make any difference. The doctor has her sedated.”

“Is she pregnant?”

“I don’t know. They didn’t say.”

“I need to find out. If she is, well. . . . I have to know.”

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Snowed – Part 59

snowed cover image for blogMike finds the bus at the park where they stopped for lunch when on the field trip. He knows that Anisette Parker is around somewhere. She hops onto the hood of the car, wielding a gun at him. He knows he has to calm her down.

“Then why are you with her and not me?”

“Because you didn’t leave your number. How’s a guy supposed to call?”

“You could have asked me for it.” She walked over, pointing the gun at my balls.

I gulped, considering the pissing option again. “Baby, you didn’t exactly give me a chance! You had me up inside you so fast, I didn’t have time. You blew me away, Ani. My head was still spinning the next day.”

“Then why did you make it with that old, blonde whore? The one from the coffee shop? Why?”

“Hey, a guy gets horny, Anisette. She and I used to date. You got me so sexed up, I couldn’t see straight. I was horny and had no way to reach you.”

That, weirdly, seemed to satisfy her. For the moment. Her face clouded again.

“But you’re with her, now!” she screeched. “Not me, her! Why?” At least the gun was pointed away from me and the bus, gesturing toward town.

“She looks like you,” I said softly, seductively. “I couldn’t find you. I didn’t know who you were. When I saw her, I thought she was you. I wanted her to be you.”

“Take me now,” she demanded, tossing my coat aside. “Here, now!”

“Ani, in front of the kids?”

She looked at the bus in confusion as if she’d forgotten it was there. “Fuck them,” she said. “They can watch.”

“I don’t much like an audience, Ani. I’m shy. Big Mike can’t come out to play if you make me do this in front of them.”

“In the car.” She grabbed me, dragging me toward the backseat.

I opened the back door, pressing her up against the side, fumbling with her clothing. My mouth locked on hers, but my eyes were wide open, looking around for any sign that the police were there. I saw movement in the bushes and the flash of metal in the sunlight. I had a feeling they were going to get the kids out of the bus before they came to my rescue. Great! I was gonna be bare assed naked before they helped me out.

Anisette’s hand with the gun wavered, the weight of it pressing against my side. I worked it out of her fingers, tossing it away from us after holding it up for the cops to see. One of the officers had worked his way to the bus. A kid up front opened it for him. It squeaked and I thought that Anisette would hear it, so I groaned, rubbing myself against her. Honest to God, I hoped they would hurry, because even if I was faking, this proximity was having an alarming effect on me. Memories of things we had done came flooding back. Hot monkey sex had nothing on the kinky shit she and I did that night. Her hands were all over me, grabbing, rubbing. I could feel myself getting hard and hot, pressing her body against the car.

“Inside,” I growled. “I don’t want an audience.”

I pushed her down on the backseat, tearing at her pants as she pulled at mine. In the back of my mind, I’m thinking that my bus full of students is watching me practically rape this woman, and I didn’t care. I wanted her—now! She wiggled out of her jeans, lying there in a pair of sexy panties against the backseat. She pulled them down too, reaching for my pants. I shoved her hands away, pulling them off myself. Dressed in my jacket and boxers, I was all but inside her when a burly police officer came up on one side of the car and someone else came up behind me.

“You bastard!” She screeched, grabbing at my junk.

I dodged, but just barely, pulling my pants up before I tripped over them.

“You dirty, rotten, lying, cheating. . . .” She scrambled around trying to find her clothing while the cops kept her covered from outside.

I backed up, easing slowly away from the car, my belt open and my pants unzipped. My balls were beginning to ache, but not because she’d made a grab at me. I had a passing thought that she’d drugged me again. I staggered, leaning against the car.

“You saw him!” she screamed from the backseat. “He tried to rape me! You saw!”

The police officers moved in carefully, reaching for her inside the car.

“I’m pregnant,” she yelled as the big guy took her shoulder. “I’m having your baby,” she spit in my face. “You can’t send me to jail, I’m having his baby!”

“Lady, I don’t much care if you’re having Jesus Christ himself. If you don’t get out of that car, I’ll put a hole in you so big, he can crawl out on his own.”

I liked that damn cop.

“Step away from the car, Mr. Reuben,” the woman behind me said. My pal from the paintball incident had arrived. “This the crazy chick that caused all that trouble?”

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Snowed – Part 58

snowed cover image for blogMike spends another blissful night with Sarena, but gets a frightening phone call the next morning. His boss at the bus depot calls to ask where he is and what he’s done with the bus. Mike realizes that Miss Parker probably stole it. The truly frightening thing is that she is probably picking up his students with the intention of using them as hostages. Mike thinks he knows where she’s going. His boss calls the police while Mike gets dressed.

“Do it! I’ll find some transportation and try to follow her. Maybe I can figure out where she’s going.”

I hung up and grabbed my coat and boots. Cleo was happy to loan me her rental car. I hated to do it, and hoped she’d picked up the extra insurance, cause I had a feeling it was not coming back the same condition it was leaving in. Sarena wanted to come, but I flat refused.

“If she can, she’ll use you against me. I can go head to head with her, but only if I know you’re safe. Stay with Jesse and Cleo until your dad gets here. He’s taking you three to the motel. You’ll be safe there.”

“You be careful,” she said, fighting tears.

“I promise.” I kissed her with the same wild abandon I had the night before, but kept it short. “I have to go. I love you.”

“I love you too.” She burst into tears.

It nearly killed me to leave her, but I had to find Anisette Parker. I had a feeling I knew where she would go once the had the kids, and I wanted to get there first. I called the police and told them who I was and what I was doing. The dispatcher thought I was insane, but connected me with the woman who had handled my paintball incident the day before.

“And why do you think she’ll head to that park?”

I tried to explain about the field trip, but she didn’t understand.

“I’ll take your word for it. I’m calling for back up and heading there right now. Don’t you do a damn thing until we get there. You hear me?”

“I can’t let her threaten my kids,” I said.

“Mr. Reuben!” I hung up on her.

I sped up, nearly running a couple red lights, as I headed to the park. If a cop followed me, so be it. I didn’t care. I couldn’t let that crazy woman use those kids as hostages.

The bus was there, but the cops hadn’t arrived. I could see the kids sitting ramrod straight in their seats, staring ahead. They were clearly terrified. What was she doing? I couldn’t see her anywhere and wondered if she was on board. My question was answered before I even pulled to a stop. She stepped out of the woods in front of the car and I nearly hit her. I might have ended it all if I had just run her over, but I wanted to give her a chance.

The smile on her face filled me with dread. I stopped the car, but didn’t get out. Ani crawled on the hood of the car, eyes fixed on mine, a feral expression on her face. She was dressed in some of my clothing. She must have taken it when she was in my apartment. Not that it mattered, but I kind of liked that jacket she was wearing and had the fleeting wonder if there was any way to get it back. It’s amazing the shit that goes through your brain when you’re facing certain death, huh?

“Coming out—lover?” She lay with her chest pressed to the windshield, face inches from mine.

What was I gonna do, sit there and piss on myself? This seemed like a viable option, until she stood up, jumping on the hood of the car.

“Get out!” she bellowed. “Get—Out—Now!” She emphasized her words by jumping on the hood.

Her performance was made even more convincing when she pulled out a gun and aimed it at me. In her small hands, it looked like a pretty big gun. I could give a shit what caliber. At that distance, she wasn’t going to miss. I got out slowly, swallowing hard, hoping the cops were almost there. I prayed for the right words to say to calm her down.

“Ani,” I mumbled. “What’s wrong? Can’t we talk about this?”

“Oh, now you remember me? Now that I have your full attention, you remember? You bastard! You two timing, fornicating, dick weed! You didn’t even call me!”

She went on like that for awhile, getting more creative as she went. She waved the gun around, making me very nervous. Even though the safety was on, I was worried. One wrong move, we’ve got someone dead or bleeding. I didn’t want it to be me, but I was more concerned about that bus load of kids.

“Ani, we can talk about this. Honestly, I didn’t know it was you. I was drunk that night. And the stuff you gave me, it made me forget. . . . I wanted to call you, but you didn’t leave your number—or even your name. How can a guy call if you don’t do that, huh? I wanted to call—and say thank you. To tell you—how great it was. It was so great, Ani. . . . So great.”

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