Though Reno hadn’t blatantly talked dirty to me today, the velvety timbre of his deep voice is my inspiration, and I write like a demon. Word after word. Steamy sentence after steamy sentence. Page after page.
An hour later, I sit back against the headboard and re-read everything, blushing when I realize I had accidentally typed Reno’s name three times in place of my male main character’s name, Reid. I quickly make the changes before I jot a handwritten note in my notebook to change Reid’s eyes from blue to green in the previous chapters.
The reasoning for that is embarrassingly obvious. Reno Swain, also known as Reno Swoon to puck bunnies everywhere, has the most gorgeous green eyes, a shade darker than sea glass. I also decide to change Reid’s hair from a dark-brown crew cut to an inky black that spills over his head and swirls into loopy, soft curls. That change was also inspired by my lunch partner.
Going back to the beginning of the chapter, I add in a few more details. Like the way Reno’s—I mean, Reid’s—intense green eyes never leave Anna the entire time he’s inside her. There’s just something so hot about all the eye contact while fucking missionary.
I also add in a description of the mess Anna makes of those silky curls of Reid’s.
Hmmm, maybe some scratches down his back? Yes, definitely. Deep ones that draw blood to the surface of his otherwise perfect skin.
That inspires a new idea for a sweet post-coital shower scene where Anna lovingly cleans the wounds she’d left on him. I open up a new chapter and begin typing, my mind feeling clearer than it has in months. The sweet scene eventually turns into a dirty one where Reno—no, Reid, dammit—bends her over and fucks her from behind.
Water sluicing over bare skin. The slapping of wet flesh as things get rough.Fuck. This is goddamn hot.
I read the newest chapter again, proud that I hadn’t gotten the name wrong this time. It’s good. Damn good. And my panties are a drenched mess beneath my sundress.
My thighs are clenched so tightly together you couldn’t slip a hair between them, so after uploading the new chapters to two of my beta readers, I set my laptop aside and strip off my dress and panties.
Thinking of the toy in the nightstand, I reach for it, praying it holds enough charge to get the job done. It sure as hell isn’t going to take long. The welcoming buzz is music to my ears, and I slide the lemon-shaped device through the lips of my sex.Shit, I’m not even going to need lube. I’m wet enough to fill up a kiddie pool.
It takes a few seconds to find the right spot and play around with the settings, but once everything is settled, I press my head back into the pillow with a loud groan. Ofhisname.
“Reno. Fuck. Right there.”
Closing my eyes, I feel full, soft lips around my clit. A wet tongue lapping up everything I have to give. Deep-throated curses that tell me he’s enjoying this every bit as much as I am.
My free hand slides into his hair, tugging those inky locks and grinding my pussy against his face.
“Yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Not. Stopping. Ever,” he says between licks. “Say my goddamn name while you come all over my face.”
“Reno. Reno. Reno,” I chant, arching my hips up as his big hands cup my ass and he goes feral on me, lapping, sucking, even applying some well-placed nibbles.
And that does it. An orgasm slashes through me, traveling up my spine and darkening my vision at the edges. “So good,” I pant, wringing out every ounce of bliss from my climax.
My body is loose as an overcooked noodle when I collapse back onto the bed, my breathing fast and heavy. When I finally open my eyes, I’m surprised to find I’m alone. There’s no hair twisted between my fingers. No wet mouth smiling up at me from between my legs. No Reno Swain. Just a yellow sex toy held in mytrembling fingers.
“Wow, you give good head, lemon,” I tell it before dropping it onto the mattress beside me. I’m suddenly exhausted and pull the cushy duvet over my naked body.
My nap is short—only thirty minutes—but I wake up invigorated, ready to tackle another chapter. This one isn’t spicy, but it’s filled with flirting and banter between the two main characters. The words rush from my fingers like a waterfall, and I laugh out loud several times.
Plot twists and sex scenes are fun, but the stuff in between is what I love most about writing. Building a story from the ground up… giving my characters personalities and watching them grow and develop… yeah, that’s my jam.
I knock out that chapter by five in the afternoon and stand from the bed. My shoulders and neck are tight, and since I’m ahead of schedule, I decide to reward myself with a Dr Pepper and a walk.
Throwing on fresh panties, shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals, I stick my key card in one pocket and my phone in the other. As I leave through the front door, my eyes drift over to cottage five, and I grin to myself.If he only knew the fantasies I had about him earlier.
Inside the gift shop, I pay for my drink and then run into Ann and Stephanie, two of the Unicorn Unit ladies, as they’re perusing the magnets and shot glasses.
“Juli, so good to see you,” Ann says, giving me a hug. “When are you going to come play with us?”
“Yeah,” Stephanie adds, “Chris and Inge Ricci—remember, we introduced you to them at breakfast?—they want to have playtime at their cottage. Victoria and Elvis are coming too.”
I think about it. One night of socializing wouldn’t kill me. I’ll be here for three full weeks.
“That sounds fun,” I reply, “as long as we’re not playing Monopoly. Most boring game ever.” I make a face.
