STORY EXCERPT

Adam Blake parked his motorcycle and turned it off. He looked at the small gray brick building located in the middle of Main Street. It had a huge window with purple letters that said Faith’s Place. It was a popular coffee shop and a bakery. Two big clay pots with green plants stood on each side of the doorway. It was a busy place. Many people came and went and he hadn’t got off his bike yet. He came here often, ordered the same thing, and sat at the same table. Each time he told himself today would be the day he said something charming and witty to the owner, Faith Davis. Something besides hello and his order.

He wasn’t even sure why he was so obsessed with talking to her. He had no plans to ever settle down. Yet something about this one woman stayed on his mind. He found himself thinking of the coffee shop owner at odd hours of the day. She was pretty, but so were a lot of other women. Her hair was a mix between red and blonde. It was wavy and landed on her shoulders. She had a sweet smile and bright blue eyes. He knew the freckles sprinkled on her nose and the dark beauty mark on her cheek. He had been watching her for months now yet never interacted with her.

He got off his bike and headed inside. The smell of coffee and sweets baking hit him as soon as he went in. His stomach rumbled. There was a line, as always, so he stood in it.

He promised his sister-in-law Alana he would talk to Faith today.

Alana was a sweetheart. She had been through so much trauma this past summer, but things were finally quiet for her and his oldest brother Noah. They had a quiet wedding with just family and settled down, moving into a new home. A cool October breeze was in the air and he needed a coffee to energize him. He was just coming off a long shift at the fire station where he worked. He loved his job. It saved him from wallowing in grief years ago when he lost his parents and his fiancée.

He finally reached the front of the line and looked into Faith’s blue eyes. That’s when his mind went blank. Any sane thought he had in his head disappeared like a puff of smoke.

“Um, hi,” he stuttered nervously.

She smiled back and his pulse sped up into overdrive. He looked into her blue eyes that reminded him of the ocean and he cleared his throat. “I’d like, um, a coffee.”

“Black, breakfast blend?” He smiled, pleased she remembered his preference. He nodded and she got busy making his coffee. He couldn’t help watching her move around with such energy. He could hear her humming underneath her breath as she worked. Her jeans were snug and showed off a nice, rounded ass. She was slender and tall. Her T-shirt was purple and was tucked into her jeans showing off her trim waist.

She came back and handed him his cup of coffee. He didn’t know what to say. The usual pick-up lines sounded too cheesy to use on her. She would probably brush him off and dismiss him.

“Something smells good.”  That’s a lame line.

“I just made a batch of raspberry scones. A hint of sweetness, but not too much,” she explained, looking straight into his eyes, waiting for him to respond.

“I’ll take one of those.” Wishing he could think of something charming to say, he sighed and paid for his order. He chose his usual table, close to the counter, and sat down. From this view he could still watch her work behind the counter. Maybe it was better he got tongue-tied around her. She seemed like a sweet hometown girl. She was friendly and so beautiful. He had become so accustomed to dating women who had no interest in settling down. He liked it that way. He had been in love once with big ideas of buying a house and having kids, but then his fiancée had died in a car accident. The same car accident that took his parents. They had been driving to the city to shop for Christmas. On the way home they had encountered some ice and went off the road. His parents had died instantly, but Josie had lived. She spent two days in a coma and slipped away quietly. In one moment he lost his parents and his future wife. He never wanted to experience that kind of agony again. He had wanted nothing more than to join Josie in the grave. His brothers had supported him and helped him get over his grief.

Even though it had been close to six years already, he still remembered the pain and heartache. It was not something he wanted to experience again. It was simpler to tell himself he had his chance at love and he lost it. Going through all that emotional pain was not something he wanted to do again. Faith Davis did not seem the type for a casual affair. He finished his coffee and scone and got up to leave. With one last longing glance at the woman behind the counter, he left.

ADULT EXCERPT

“You noticed me?” He couldn’t believe this sexy woman had fantasies about him.

Faith rolled her eyes. “Are you serious? You are a walking hottie and that loud bike only adds to the appeal. Holly once mentioned you were a fireman and that added another fascinating facet to the stranger who always ordered black coffee and sat at the same table. My imagination ran wild.”

He chuckled and hugged her. She smelled like fresh rain and she was so soft. She felt good in his arms. He wouldn’t mind holding her for longer, but his body was tense and hard from wanting her.

“Like what?” he couldn’t resist asking.

She blushed and he thought she was adorable. “Like you rescuing me without a shirt on.”

He laughed out loud and hugged her. “That would be so dangerous in a real fire, baby.”

“Hey this is my dream, buster, and I liked all those muscles on display just for me.”

He leaned in and took her mouth in a steamy kiss. It was like touching an electrical charge. He felt it down to his toes. She was letting out a sexy, throaty sound that turned him on.

 He felt her hands grab his T-shirt and lift it up. He helped her, wanting to feel her hands on his bare skin. It was his turn to moan when her hands explored his chest, abdomen, and back with slow, soothing moves. He sensed her eagerness and it only turned him on more. He wanted her just as bad.

When she cupped his erection through his jeans, he almost lost it. He unbuttoned his pants and helped her pull them down to his knees. His cock was glad to be free and sprung forward.

“Wait a minute.” He pulled out of the kiss reluctantly. “Why am I the only one undressing?”

Faith giggled. “Sorry. I was eager to make my dream a reality.”

She pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her wearing a silky pure white bra. Her breasts were the perfect size, high and firm. He cupped them and he felt her nipples harden right away. He reached around her back and unclipped the bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her skin was pale white.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. His fingers traced every curve of her breasts and his thumb caressed her pink, rosy nipple. She closed her eyes and let out a little sound of pleasure that went straight to his cock.

She opened her eyes and unbuttoned her jeans. She slipped them down her hips along with her panties and boots. She did it so gracefully. While she was doing that, he clumsily got rid of the rest of his clothes, almost tripping over his own feet. How mortifying that would be. He sat on the edge of her bed. She looked so sexy and so slim, standing before him with no reservations. Her legs were long and toned as if she ran every day. He couldn’t wait to taste every inch of her skin.

He pulled her down on top of him. She landed with a thud on his chest and laughed. Her hair tickled his cheek. It smelled fresh and flowery.

“Anxious much?” she teased, wiggling on his hard body.

He groaned, loving her sense of humor. “You bet your sweet ass, I am.”

He even grabbed her soft, round ass cheeks for good measure. She gasped loudly.

His hands slid to her flat belly and to the juncture of her legs. He felt her legs open slightly. His hand fit in between her thighs. He encountered a hot, moist pussy. Her curls were moist and he used his fingers to explore this exciting woman in his arms. He refused to think of tomorrow. He wanted to enjoy tonight and for once not worry about the future.

She moaned his name and it excited him to know she liked his touch. He stroked her velvet folds while capturing a hard nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard. He feasted on her breast.

She let out another soft cry. He felt her hands gripping his loose hair. He hadn’t even noticed he lost the tie holding it back.

“I knew your hair would be as soft as silk.” She sounded like she was talking to herself and he grinned. So she liked his hair? She was so honest and refreshing.

“Yours reminds me of fire, especially in the sun.” He paid her the compliment and he meant it.

His fingers found her clit and played with it until she was moving around wildly as if she couldn’t stay still. He reversed their positions until she was lying underneath him. He bent to the floor and grabbed a condom out of his jeans. Luckily he always carried a few. He hadn’t planned on having sex with Faith, but he was grateful for the chance.

He quickly put the condom over his hard, erect shaft while she watched. It turned him on when she licked her lips. He wanted this to last, but he knew it was going to be hard. This was not going to be the only time he made love to her tonight. Once would not be nearly enough.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

She nodded eagerly and opened her legs wide so he could see her glistening pussy. Little hairs of red covered her mound. How he wanted to taste her, but he was so eager to be inside her body. Next time, he swore. He couldn’t wait one more second. She bent her knees, giving him an excellent view.

He planted his forearms on either side of her shoulders and held himself up. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Impatient much?” he teased. He felt an unfamiliar feeling in the region of his heart but he ignored it. He didn’t want to feel emotion. He concentrated on the sexy firecracker in his arms.

She nodded. “I need to feel your hard cock inside of me now. I already feel the fire and we barely started.”