By Alexa Day
Happy weekend, sexy people! Learned colleague Madeline Iva has allowed me to stage a Sexy Saturday takeover so I can hit you with a lick of excerpty goodness from my novella, “Passing Through.” It’s one of 22 stories featured in the box set, Hero to Obey, from Blushing Books. Joining me in the collection are Sierra Cartwright, Selena Kitt, Desiree Holt, along with Lady Smut guests Tabitha Black and Lee Savino. If you like your stories kinky and your heroes in uniform, you want to get involved with this big box.
My contribution, “Passing Through,” is a femdom-themed story featuring bar owner Gigi Deane and Noah Monroe, the former Army Ranger who’s spending the summer working as her barback. Gigi likes her men tall, hot, and obedient, and Noah certainly fits the bill. But he’s an employee, so he’s off limits. Putting him on his knees would be kind of inappropriate.
At this point in the story, Gigi and Noah cross the line between fantasy and reality. Enjoy!
The wooden patio on top of the bar offered little in the way of scenic views. It faced the back of the building, not the beach, and from its ancient Adirondack chair, she could look down into the parking lot and the Dumpster. Beyond her building and the hair salon, the neighborhood crept up the hill into the suburbs. She could make out a couple of beach house backyards. Muffled rhythm thumped from a screened-in porch in the distance.
Heavy steps on the creaky wooden stairs captured her attention.
“Here you are.” Noah’s voice liquefied something low in her belly. “I didn’t know where you’d got to.”
“I came up for a little fresh air. I thought I’d be back by the time you finished.”
He came out onto the patio, making the boards protest beneath his weight. “Well, it’s all done downstairs. You need anything else?”
Gigi breathed deeply of the hot summer air. That question.
“No, I’m sure it’s fine. I hope I didn’t keep you too long; I’m sure you have places to be tonight.”
“Me?” Noah chuckled. “No, I’m not going anywhere.”
“No?” She gestured at the other chair with the bottle. “You want to sit down for a minute?”
Noah dropped onto the other Adirondack chair with a barely suppressed groan.
“That’s a blessed feeling, isn’t it?” She leaned back in the chair. “Sitting down after barbacking a double shift.”
“God, yes.” He stretched his arms over his head, arching his back until the joints popped.
“You want a beer?” She glanced over the shoulder toward the mini-fridge. “Might have two more back there.”
His body reclined in the chair. “No, I’m good.”
“You sure? Not even to thank you for your service?”
He lifted one hand toward her, as if to ward off incoming beer. “No thanks necessary.”
She turned to watch him in repose. She could hardly make him out in the dark, but the sound of his sigh squeezed her heart. Their conversation in the storage room arose in her memory.
No one went to Afghanistan for free beer.
They looked out into the darkness. Firecrackers popped in the distance, and a lone bottle rocket arced through the sky in a shower of sparks.
“I guess we should go,” she said.
He rose from the awkward chair with ease and offered her his hand. She slid her hand into his warm, work-roughened one and let him pull her to her feet. Inches away from him now, she felt that electricity again, a heavy thickness in the air between them like the heat before a thunderstorm.
This time, she gave in to the magnetic force.
Her fingers resting lightly in his, she swayed toward him. Her arm wound around his shoulder and she lifted her face to his an instant before his mouth settled on hers.
She pressed her palm to the back of his neck, where the summer heat and hard work had made the skin sticky with sweat. She claimed his mouth with her tongue. The perfect satiny skin of his lips gave way to the heat of his mouth, and her tongue traced the back of his teeth, the hard shelf above and behind them. He released her hand, freeing her to embrace him. His arms wound around her waist and he pushed into her kiss, taking her mouth boldly.
She lifted her chest up to meet his. The contact with his hard body brought her nipples to taut peaks.
She took his face in both hands and pushed herself just far enough away to breathe.
“That night, in the storage,” she whispered. “Did I imagine that?”
He shook his head. “No.”
She rocked her pelvis against his. “Am I crazy for wanting to act on that?”
“You don’t seem crazy to me.”
“Good.” She took a step away from him and traced a line down his chest with her fingernail. “Take off your shirt.”
She slid her hands into her back pockets. For a moment, they stood there in the dark, watching each other in silence.
“Come on,” she said. “Take it off.”
He crossed his arms in front of him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and then peeling it off. Smoothly, he pulled it over his head, and he stood, holding it loosely in one hand. He watched her with an enticing mixture of caution and defiance in his eyes.
Gigi’s insides fluttered with an excitement that she hoped her face didn’t reveal. She’d expected some measure of hesitation from Noah, if not outright resistance. She’d thought it would take more than a simple command to bend him to her will. And yet here he was, bare chested, waiting for her instructions.
Her fingertips found his chest again, and she lightly raked her nails down to his stomach. His abs twitched at her touch.
She made her way behind him now, watching as the muscles in his strong back went taut. She could see the column of his neck in stark relief in the dim light.
Wary, he turned to look at her over his shoulder. She spread her fingers over a big shoulder blade to reassure him, the way one might try to calm a skittish horse.
“Is this a little weird?” Her voice was almost a whisper.
“A little,” he answered. His mouth curled into a half-smile.
She wound her arms around him, pressed her body against his back. Her hands smoothed the coarse hair that dusted his chest.
She longed to touch her lips, her tongue, to the base of his thick neck. To feel the bone there. Caress his earlobe with her mouth to see if he was ticklish there as well.
Not yet. Not now.
Instead, she whispered to him. “Do you like it?”
His head fell back toward hers, and his chest expanded into her hands. His surrender sent a thrill surging through her.
“Mmm,” he said, his voice rumbling through her. “I like it.”
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