Bunnies and Batteries (MF)

Evernight Free Reads 13

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 8,265
16 Ratings (4.1)

What's a girl to do when she has a sexy neighbor on her mind and a brand new vibrator in hand?

Grace Alderson is secretly in love with her neighbor, Clay Sawyer. She knows they don't have a future together, not after what she did to him almost a year ago. There was no way he would forgive her for something as awful as that! Still, it doesn't hurt to fantasize about his kisses and touches as she plays with her vibrator. When a strange sound wakes her from the orgasmic bliss, Grace realizes she's not alone. Clay is in her house… watching her. Can they get over the past and find their happiness together?

Be Warned: sex toys, anal play

Bunnies and Batteries (MF)
16 Ratings (4.1)

Bunnies and Batteries (MF)

Evernight Free Reads 13

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 8,265
16 Ratings (4.1)
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This was a short story. It would be great if there was a second to this book. If your looking for a short read then this is your book.

The dog turned to him and Clay saw the begging in his eyes.

Damn it! He turned off the device and put it back down. Jumping over the fence, he intended only to open her kitchen door and let the dog inside. However, the instant he went to do it, a low scream pierced the air.

It was feminine and throaty and almost seductive. Like a whimper, one of possible pleasure or pain.

Maybe she was with …

No, he brushed the idea away. He hadn’t seen any man enter her house. But what if she had fallen and hurt herself?

He opened the door and Cello rushed in, running straight to his water bowl at the corner by the kitchen table.

Another moan pierced the air.


No response.

He stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind him. Clay hadn't been inside her house since their friendship ended. There were several times when she had invited him over for pizza and a movie when they were just friends. Before he ruined it with his romantic intentions. Her place hadn't changed. He took in the same light kitchen with its white walls, white floors, and pale wood cabinets and table. The appliances were a light ivory and a bit aged. It was the black marble countertops that brought life into the small space.

Stepping into the next room, he came into the dark living space. Flickering shadows of light from the fireplace danced across the walls, and soft music came from the television. Yet, what grabbed his attention was Grace.

She lay naked on the red leather couch, a black blanket under her back. One long, shapely leg thrown over the back while the other was on the hardwood floor. Her head was on a little red and black throw pillow. Long strands of golden hair were scattered around her head like a halo. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, as another soft moan escaped those luscious lips.

One hand tirelessly pinched a hard pink nipple. Her breasts weren’t big. They were a perfect handful, or mouthful.

His breath caught in his throat and his mouth fell open as he watched her. He wanted to touch those breasts with his hands, his lips, his tongue. He wanted to bite onto one of those nipples and pull it lightly until she screamed for more. He wished to hear that soft moan again. And again!

Grace had a pink vibrator inside her core, pulling it in and out. The smell of sex filled the room and his erection rubbed against the fabric of his boxers. The scratch of it pained his penis head and he stuck his hand inside his shorts and stroked himself. The feel warmed him all over, and he wished it were her hand instead. His gaze fixed on Grace as she continued to pull the vibrator in and out.

He knew he should leave. Knew it was wrong to stand there, uninvited. Yet, Clay couldn’t tear his gaze away. He watched, mouth agape, with his hand in his shorts. The strain became too painful and he pulled out his hand.

Grace switched hands, tweaking her other nipple as she continued pulling the vibrator in and out. Her legs started to tremble as she arched her back. Her mouth fell open and a scream escaped her throat. "Oh, Clay," she said around a moan.

His cock jutted inside his shorts. Did he hear right? Did she really just say his name? Her eyes were still closed, so she couldn't possibly know he stood before her. Could it be that she felt some of the same emotions toward him that he felt for her?

A groan escaped his throat at the thought of her returning his love. He bit his bottom lip, regretting the sound he made. He stared at her face as her eyes opened. Her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were a darker blue than usual. Their gazes met. Her face quickly turned from pleasure, to shock, to panic, and she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.

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